Muħammad has spied upon his wife, Al Kħadījah Attāhirah Umm Fātimah, in the throws of sexual intercourse with me.
I was not her husband.
Muħammad himself was her husband.
It seemed odd that his wife, Al Kħadījah Attāhirah Umm Fātimah, would find familial relations more sexually intimate than normal social relations.
In any case, Muħammad always recalled that evening and what followed with vivid clarity.
My muscular back holding myself over her as her plump excellent Musalmān breasts moved up and down on her frame with each Hindu thrust I made.
The covers were even still not shielding our waists so Muħammad would be unable to discern any details below our torsos.
It was all boldly open.
‘Pardah nahīn jab koī Kħudā sé bandon sé pardah karnā kyā?’
‘Pardah nahīn jab koī Kħudā sé bandon sé pardah karnā kyā?
Jab chudwā rahī, to darnā kyā?
Hindu Lund jađ tak ghus jāyé dūjī parwah karnā kyā?
Jab chudwā rahī, to darnā kyā?
Choot-e-Musalmān aaj bahut kħush,
Jađ tak jāyé Hindu Lund ghus.
Kħūb saŧāsaŧ andar bāhar, bāhar hī bas rahnā kyā?
Jab chudwā rahī, to darnā kyā?’
Being himself an Urdu poet, Muħammad went on to imagine his wife’s psychology then sarcastically continuously nonstop, as I was fucking Muħammad’s beautiful wife, continuously nonstop.
My bottom was thrusting with an even motion and each time my lower half descended, his wife, Al Kħadījah Attāhirah Umm Fātimah, gave a glorious sigh of satisfaction.
This piston-like action went on for long hours before her hands began gripping the sheets and then my back; her breaths coming in short gasps between cries of “Allah! Oh, God.” And “yeah.”
Holding my back, she lifted herself up and began aggressively kissing me hard on my mouth as her beautiful Musalmān groin thrust with more force against me.
And that’s when it happened.
Her eyes met with Muħammad’s.*
While we kissed passionately, her eyes widened and Muħammad could tell her mind was being ravaged with a thousand scenarios of what she should do.
Muħammad too was in a state of shock.
They both knew what Muħammad was doing was wrong; spying on anyone fucking was rude, let alone a close family member.
However, they were both in such a state of arousal that no such social decorum mattered.
They saw in each other’s faces the mask of pure lust, Muħammad for her and Muħammad’s wife, Al Kħadījah Attāhirah, for me.
Yet in that time and place, it didn’t matter that they were husband and wife, what only mattered was that they were both sexually aroused.
That’s the best Muħammad could describe it in any case.
Instead of stopping and closing the door or even discreetly shooing Muħammad away, Muħammad’s wife, Al Kħadījah Attāhirah, simply smiled, her eyes aflame with the decision she knew would affect their relationship.
In that moment, they had a tacit agreement that they, Muħammad’s wife, Al Kħadījah Attāhirah, and Muħammad were sharing this because of their secret complicity and that I was not only a product for our amusement, their actual master controller instead.
Staring at Muħammad, Muħammad’s wife, Al Kħadījah Attāhirah, fucked me harder, encouraging me to meet her wild, animal, violent force.
“You gonna come?” Muħammad’s wife, Al Kħadījah Attāhirah, said in my ear, but looking at Muħammad.
And then Muħammad’s wife, Al Kħadījah Attāhirah, nodded to Muħammad, an indication that Muħammad could masturbate, if he needed.
Muħammad reached his hand into his sweat pants and began to stroke himself.
“You gonna come, Durgesh, the sixty five years old ever young Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā?” She repeated into my ear.
“Not possible, it’s too early, Sālī.” I said smiling brightly.
His wife, Al Kħadījah Attāhirah Umm Fātimah, then grabbed me and pulled my head back.
“Hold on, big boy. Okay. Not yet.” She then disengaged from me and pushed me on my back, the top of my head facing Muħammad’s direction.
Now his wife, Al Kħadījah Attāhirah Umm Fātimah, and Muħammad would have an unimpaired view of each other’s faces.
I lay back and his wife, Al Kħadījah Attāhirah Umm Fātimah, straddled my nude Hindu waist slowly rubbing the folds of her engorged and heated labia over my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund .
“We’re gonna make it last. Okay?” Muħammad’s wife, Al Kħadījah Attāhirah, said, and then looking up at Muħammad with as if giving a command:
“There’s no hurry. No office tomorrow.”
It was clearly meant for Muħammad.
His wife, Al Kħadījah Attāhirah Umm Fātimah, still teasing my Uncut Hindu Lund with the outside of her pink extremely beautiful, extremely lovely, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot, began to slowly and methodically stroke my Uncut Hindu Lund with her pink extremely beautiful, extremely lovely, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
I groaned, hissed and smiled.
“You know that makes me cum, baby. But never if I don’t want to.”
Muħammad’s wife, Al Kħadījah Attāhirah Umm Fātimah, smiled with one side of her mouth.
It looked sexy and cruel.
“I know, Durgesh darling. Nevertheless, I too need you to keep it together. We’re gonna make it last. You can handle it until infinity, don’t you?” Inch by seemingly painful inch Muħammad’s wife, Al Kħadījah Attāhirah, coated my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund with the fluids of her female Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān excitement.
At last, she put my unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into her pink extremely beautiful, extremely lovely, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot, simply sat there and made eye contact with Muħammad once more.
While Muħammad’s wife, Al Kħadījah Attāhirah, sat squarely on my unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, I lay there running my hands over Muħammad’s wife, Al Kħadījah Attāhirah Umm Fātimah’s excellent plump Musalmān breasts, playing with her nipples and stroking her face.
Nevertheless, Muħammad’s wife, Al Kħadījah Attāhirah Umm Fātimah, stared at Muħammad and Muħammad at her.
None of them was ashamed of the other.
Moreover, Muħammad’s wife, Al Kħadījah Attāhirah, started fucking me wildly aggressively shamelessly boldly.
“You want to watch us live, Muħammad? No problem. Sit down. It may last even too much longer than you could have imagined, kid.”
Muħammad was too furious to say anything.
He hadn’t felt as humiliated as he was feeling himself humiliated now.
His own young, twenty eight years old, Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān wife was fucking Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, straddling him shamelessly and calling Muħammad ‘kid’.*
Wājidah Akbar ran out of the building hoping to catch up with us.
She was going to follow us, and find out more information.
As much as she could.
She watched Saåīdah Yåqūb and I get into my sports car and we took off fast.
“Huh! We’re probably in a hurry to fuck those ashvinātam sickos.” Wājidah Akbar said as she geared her car to drive.
She was riding smoothly following us.
Suddenly she remembered that Saåīdah Yåqūb lived in the suburbs, or at least that’s what she put in her application information.
Wājidah Akbar moaned knowing it was going to be a long drive.
She followed us closely but was surprised when we got off on the next exit.
She was unsure where we were going but she kept following us.*
Finally, Muħammad saw her stomach muscles begin to flex and relax.
I cried out.
“Eīshān! Oh, God! I can’t hold on now, Al Kħadījah Attāhirah Umm Fātimah!”
Muħammad’s wife, Al Kħadījah Attāhirah Umm Fātimah, worked my unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund with her vaginal muscles and stared at me.
“Don’t worry. You’ve already let me fuck you to more than my heart’s content. Thank you very much, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. Let it go. Cum, my life.”
Muħammad and I both released ourselves; I into the wet and warm pink extremely beautiful, extremely lovely, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot, of his wife, Al Kħadījah Attāhirah Umm Fātimah, and Muħammad into his soft and Downy-fresh surroundings of his sweatpants.
She broke eye contact with Muħammad and leaned down to kiss me.
A knock on the front door brought Muħammad back to reality.*
We finally turned into an apartment complex that Wājidah Akbar was familiar with.
She used to live there herself a few years ago.
She parked her car still being able to see us.
We walked into an apartment together and closed the door behind us.
Wājidah Akbar was still puzzled not knowing exactly what was going on.
She was going to go ahead and drive off but then she got an idea.
She went to visit one of her old neighbors named Aslam.
He used to sell her drugs a while back and they had missed around as well.
She knew he still lived there since she’d gotten some cocaine from him a month ago.
It was dark outside by now and Wājidah Akbar nervously knocked on Aslam’s door.
The young twenty-something ‘male’ opened the door smiling devilishly.
Wājidah Akbar knew she’d have to get right to business.
“Well, well, well. Wājidah Akbar, What brings you here?” Aslam asked with his green eyes looking drowsy.
“Listen Aslam Bhāījān, I just got a question to ask.”
“A question? Are you sure that’s all you came here for? Or did you maybe wanna buy some candy?”
Wājidah Akbar shook her head desperately.
“No, no, no. I need to get some Information about some people that live right over there.” She pointed to the apartment where Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb and I went in.
Aslam poked his head outside.
“Oh yeah. I know the guy who lives there. Well he doesn’t really know me but I’ve seen him around.”
Wājidah Akbar raised her eyebrows.
” Really? Does he live alone?”
“Uh yeah I think he did but lately I’ve seen a pretty brown haired Musalmān Beauty going in there. They look almost like Durgesh and his maternal cousin,”
Wājidah Akbar was now discovering more information.
This was great!
Her plan was gonna go so well and she didn’t care anymore if she got fired or not.
She was getting sweet revenge on Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb.
It was itself a great achievement for Al Wājidah Al Akbar.
“Thank you so much Aslam Bhāījān. Oh, and by the way I would like to buy some candy,” She winked and entered the young man’s apartment.
“Allah, God, I love you. I feel like I’m dying when you’re not here with me Al Wājidah Al Akbar.” He laid next to Al Wājidah Al Akbar after having made sweet love to her.
Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb moaned cuddling close to me.
She loved the warmth of my strong male Hindu body.
Allah Allah, how it made her feel so good.
“DURGESH, how long do you think we can keep this up? I mean Ammījān and Abbū know that I have to move out of here in a few weeks.”
I kissed her forehead softly.
“No, you don’t have a car remember? Now, you really need my help.”
She giggled. “Oohh, you’re so good. I love you so much. Not just as a cousin Durgesh, but as my lover. Most of your maternal cousins are already Living In Relationship with you.”
I looked down deep into Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb’s eyes.
“Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb, I want to spend my whole life with you too. I know it sounds crazy or bizarre for Pseudo Musalmīn, but I do.”
Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb raised herself kissing me hard.
“I want that too, Durgesh. I mean I’ve never felt so much love for anyone before. I love you and I never want to give you up.”
“How would we ever tell your Ammījān and Abbū?” I asked in a serious tone.
Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb’s Ammījān and Abbū both hated Hindus for their idolatry.
They were orthodox conservative traditional Musalmīn.
They never approved of the Musalmān Beauties marrying Hindus ever or Living In Relationship with them.
Musalmān Beauties were doing now it mostly if they were educated.
Pseudo Musalmīn hated modern education therefore the more they were suggested.
“It’s a Judeo Christian conspiracy against Islam.” Their Mullahs and Maulavīs told them, “They know very well neither we would marry our Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān womankind with them, neither our Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān womankind is interested in them. Therefore they are conspiring against Musalmīn that our Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān womankind marry Hindus. Hindus love to sleep with our extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān womankind crazily because their own womankind is vegetarian mostly and immensely cold sexually therefore.”
Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb wasn’t sure how to answer that.
Her parents had brought her up very well and Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb wasn’t sure, how we’d take something like this.
They’d probably not take the news well just like any normal parent would.
Al Wājidah Al Akbar made sure to get to work early the next day.
She smiled for the first time, in a long time.
Sakīnah Āftāb would be back with her as soon as she finds out that Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb is an ashvinātam slut.
She wouldn’t tell Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb to her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face, or Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face actually.
She had to find the ultimate way to embarrass Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb.
Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb arrived a few minutes late to work since traffic had been extremely heavy that morning.
She hurried to her office almost running into the students in the library.
When she arrived, she saw Al Wājidah Al Akbar at the front desk as usual.
Only this time she seemed different.
She looked more alive and actually happy.
Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb didn’t care.
She just wanted to stay away from the Musalmān Beauty as much as possible.
“Good morning, Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb,” Al Wājidah Al Akbar said as Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb was passing by.
Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb stopped in her track shocked that the Musalmān Beauty was actually talking to her.
“Morning Al Wājidah Al Akbar,” Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb replied politely.
Al Wājidah Al Akbar scoffed.
Oh what a fuckin’ idiot. She thinks I’m actually being nice!
Al Wājidah Al Akbar continued to smile deviously.
“So Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb, are you dating Sakīnah Āftāb now?”
Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb looked surprised.
“No. Who said I was?”
Al Wājidah Al Akbar shrugged.
“No one. I was just wondering since you two are always together. You both make a nice couple actually. I know I gave you a hard time at first, but you know I have to get over Sakīnah Āftāb. Durgesh obviously likes you so I just wanted to let you know that I’m ready to be friends with you if that’s OK?”
Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb couldn’t have been more shocked.
Still something deep inside told her not to trust this Musalmān Beauty.
“Well that’s fine, Al Wājidah Al Akbar. I appreciate you coming out and telling me this.”
Al Wājidah Al Akbar sighed.
“Oh well, I’m seeing another guy now so it’s OK. Pretty soon you’ll be dating Sakīnah Āftāb and she’ll finally be able to be with the Musalmān Beauty that she really likes.”
Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb laughed.
“No, she knows I’m already seeing someone.”
Al Wājidah Al Akbar narrowed her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes.
“Oh really? Well, then you should probably let her see you with your boyfriend, otherwise she’ll just assume you’re making it all up. I know Sakīnah Āftāb.”
Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb hesitated to answer.
“Yeah I may just do that. Well, I gotta get to work. See you around.”
Al Wājidah Al Akbar watched Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb walk away feeling she wanted to burst out and laugh hysterically.
Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb was definitely involved with Durgesh .
Now Al Wājidah Al Akbar had to just play a few mind games with Al Rashīdah Al Shams and Sakīnah Āftāb to get her revenge on the people that have hurt her the most.
In the morning, the phones were constantly ringing and Al Wājidah Al Akbar was getting tried desperately wanting a break.
She knew Sakīnah Āftāb was in my office and couldn’t wait to get up there and play games with me.
The last call she got was actually not an information call from a student or staff member but from a Musalmān Beauty who claimed to say her name was Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī.
It was Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb’s Ammī!
“Yes hi Bégum Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī. My name, is Al Wājidah Al Akbar. I work here with your daughter Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb. I believe she is busy at the moment. Do you need me to leave her a message?”
The Senior Musalmān Beauty’s voice sounded pleasant.
“Yes, can you please let my daughter know that her car is actually already fixed. Her Abbū is going to park by the library rear exit today after lunch.”
Al Wājidah Al Akbar rolled her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes. “Yes, sure, Bégum Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī. I’ll give her the message.”
She hung up the phone and went upstairs to give Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb the message.
Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb was reading her e-mails when Al Wājidah Al Akbar knocked on her door.
She relayed the message and took off to torture Sakīnah Āftāb.
Sakīnah Āftāb was busy printing out the e-mails of staff members that needed programs added to our computers.
“Hey, Sakīnah Āftāb!” Al Wājidah Al Akbar squealed.
Sakīnah Āftāb sighed.
“What is it now, Al Wājidah Al Akbar?”
She hummed suspiciously.
“Oh nothing, just came by to say good morning. You know I know I’ve been a real bitch to you and I’m sorry.”
Sakīnah Āftāb raised her eyebrows in disbelief.
“You’re sorry? Yeah, right. Al Wājidah Al Akbar, you’re more devious than the devil himself.”
Al Wājidah Al Akbar’s smile faded.
“I’m being serious. I mean I still love you and I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you, but I have to get over you.”
Sakīnah Āftāb nodded.
“What kind of game do you think you’re playing with me, Al Wājidah Al Akbar? I already know you by now. You’re cruel and mean.”
“Oh and you and your precious cousin aren’t?” Al Wājidah Al Akbar yelled back.
“Look, just stay away from me, Al Wājidah Al Akbar. I don’t even want to be friends. We are co-workers and nothing else.”
Al Wājidah Al Akbar knew she wasn’t getting away with anything.
She would just have to come right out and tell Sakīnah Āftāb about what she saw between Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb and me.
She was losing me every day and she knew it was because of Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb.
“Sakīnah Āftāb, I have to tell you something.” She said quietly.
Sakīnah Āftāb looked up from her stacks of papers.
“I know who Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb’s boyfriend is.”
Sakīnah Āftāb’s eyes widened.
“You do? Who?”
Al Wājidah Al Akbar paused for a Moment taking a deep breath.
“It’s Durgesh. Her own cousin, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.”
Sakīnah Āftāb’s jaw dropped open.
“Allah Allah! Oh my God. I can’t believe you’d stoop so low, Al Wājidah Al Akbar.”
Al Wājidah Al Akbar tried to protest but Sakīnah Āftāb cut her off.
“Do you hate Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb that bad? Al Wājidah Al Akbar, I think it’s time you leave this job.”
Al Wājidah Al Akbar was speechless.
Why didn’t she believe her?
How could anyone make something like that up?
“Sakīnah Āftāb, I’m telling you the truth! Please, believe me!” Al Wājidah Al Akbar begged.
Sakīnah Āftāb shook her head.
“No way. You are psychotic and you need help, Al Wājidah Al Akbar. I’m gonna make sure to tell my uncle about you.”
Al Wājidah Al Akbar felt angry tears rise.
“Fuck you. You don’t have to tell your uncle to fire me, I’m quitting! Moreover, remember, I’m going to join the ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu’s bed myself now. Damn you Musalmīn. That’s what you want, I think. You want Durgesh to fuck my Īmān as well as myself too.”
She ran out Sakīnah Āftāb’s office in tears.
She should have known better than to come out and say it.
She should have let her catch that bitch with me.
It was too late now.
She was leaving and she knew what she had to do.
Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb had destroyed her life now she was ready to destroy hers.
“Sweetie, I’m not gonna need for you to pick me up. Abbū’s gonna drop off my car after lunch.” Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb was talking to me over the phone.
“Oh Ok. Will I just see you at home then?”
“No, I was gonna go to Ammījān and Abbū’s after work to drop off some money for having my car fixed. I got paid today you know.” Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb said proudly.
“Hey, well, congrats babe. I’ll see you at home then. I love you Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb.”
“I love you, Durgesh. Bye, Babe.”
She hung up the phone sighing.
Just knowing I would be waiting for her when she got home made her feel so good.
Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb went back to her paperwork not knowing what was next to come.
Al Wājidah Al Akbar stomped out of the building angry and hurt.
She noticed everyone staring at her as she walked past the students that stood outside.
She was trying to hurry and get in her car, when she bumped into Al Rashīdah Al Shams.
“Whoa! Slow down, Al Wājidah Al Akbar!” She shouted at her.
“Get out of my way, Al Rashīdah Al Shams. I’m leaving this fuckin’ job and all the fucked up people that work here!”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams stopped her.
“Wait a minute! You’re quitting? What about Sakīnah Āftāb? You gave up so easily? I told you to give me some time to get to Durgesh first.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams scoffed.
“Ha! Good luck on that one, Al Rashīdah Al Shams.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams looked confused.
“What do you mean, good luck? Al Wājidah Al Akbar, what do you know that I don’t?”
Al Wājidah Al Akbar didn’t answer.
Just glared into her ex friend’s eyes and walked away.
She turned back and screamed out,
“Just ask your cousin.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams was still baffled.
She needed to find out what happened.
“Hey, Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb?” Sakīnah Āftāb asked poking her head in Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb’s office.
Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb looked up.
“Look, I just want you to be the first to know that Al Wājidah Al Akbar quit today.”
Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb looked shocked.
“What? Why? She was being so nice to me this morning.”
Sakīnah Āftāb shrugged.
“I don’t know. She is been saying some nasty things about certain people.”
“What people? Like me?”
“Yes. I don’t like people saying things about someone that’s not true.”
Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb felt saddened.
“I don’t know why she hates me so much.”
Sakīnah Āftāb walked closer to Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb.
“It’s probably because I like you so much Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb.”
Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb tried to turn her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face away from her but she cupped her pretty face.
“Sakīnah Āftāb, I told you, I’m seeing someone else.”
She knelt down to face her.
Allah, God, you’re so pretty she thought to herself.
She knew she had to kiss her.
She was incredibly wet to stop it.
Her pouty lips had been driving her crazy these past few weeks.
She didn’t think twice and planted a soft kiss on Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb’s lips.
Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb quickly moved back away from her.
She gave her a look of surprise.
“Sakīnah Āftāb! Why did you do that?”
Sakīnah Āftāb felt like a jerk but at the same time, she was glad to have been able to kiss such a beautiful Musalmān Beauty.
A Musalmān Beauty even I’d been lusting for.
“I-I’m sorry, Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb. I’m so sorry, it was just a reaction.”
Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb got up from her seat and paced the room.
“Ok, I think you need to leave for now, Sakīnah Āftāb.”
Sakīnah Āftāb got up feeling awkward yet incredibly turned on.
“I’m sorry. I really am.” She apologized as she walked out.
Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb felt so uncomfortable now.
She couldn’t wait to get out of work and go home to the man she really loved.
Al Wājidah Al Akbar was driving for a while now with tears in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes.
She felt her heart racing thinking of what she was going to say.
She practiced over and over on her speech.
She was heading over to Al Saåīdah Al Yåqūb’s Ammī’s house.
It was time her Ammī knew that her daughter was an ashvinātam slut.
There isn’t any ashvinātam couple.
The entire Musalmān womankind that make ashvinātam couple is slut.
Not the bloody so called humanity.
What the hell they mean after all?
The Musalmīn are not human beings even?
If they can’t understand Al Jihad fil Islam fī sabīlillah they could call the Muqaddastarīn mujāhidāt-o-mujāhidīn terrorists, criminals, criminal minded?
They want to give us modern education.
Why the hell they themselves don’t take Al Qur’an Al Karīm from us, instead?
What do they think?
There won’t be any qayāmat?
There won’t be any Ākħirat?
The bloody damn fools.
Go to hell all of the bloody Kuffār.
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6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
We all sat around eating dinner.
Arzumand Jahāngīr, Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb and I sat mostly in silence as her parents talked away.
I felt most comfortable.
There I was sitting in between Arzumand Jahāngīr and Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb.
I knew Arzumand Jahāngīr was uneasy about the whole situation.
It was almost two hours later the dinner was finally over.
The Wahābs were dismissing themselves from the table and everyone got to say their goodbyes.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt relieved to have ended the night and couldn’t wait to get home to get her hands all over me.
She wanted to fuck me now wildly to confirm her possession on my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was now Arzumand Jahāngīr’s proud possession, not Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb’s anymore.
“Durgesh, Honey, you were so quiet. Why didn’t you talk to Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb?” Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī asked me.
“Well, uh I just got a lot on my mind, Ammījān.”
I called Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī ‘Ammījān’.
I had to.
I had called her ‘Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī’ at first, but she protested extremely.
“Hey, you Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.” Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī had laughed good naturedly, chuckling somewhat, “I know about your immense obsession to enjoy mature Musalmān Beauties. It’s as legendary now as you yourself are. Moreover, I damn care about it. It’s your personal matter with those crazy mature Musalmān Beauties like Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī. But, Not me. Never me. Understand? Remember? Keep myself separate from your Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzīs. ”
Jahāngīr Jalāluddīn said playfully.
“The girl still has a thing for you son,”
Arzumand Jahāngīr shot her Abbū a look of anger.
She didn’t realize she did until after she did it.
“Well we got to get going. I’ve got a big day ahead of me tomorrow and Durgesh gotta give me a ride to work.”
“A ride? What’s wrong with your car sweetie?” Jahāngīr Jalāluddīn asked concerned.
“Well I don’t know. It’s always breaking down on me. It just wasn’t turning on. I left it at the university parking lot.”
“Well, tomorrow I’ll get my friend to tow it for you hun.” Arzumand Jahāngīr’s Abbū reassured.
“Thanks Abbū. Well, goodnight.” Arzumand Jahāngīr kissed her Abbū and Ammī and I followed her outside.*
“Eīshān! You couldn’t wait to get out of there, could you?”
Arzumand Jahāngīr spun around looking deep into my eyes.
“No, I couldn’t! I’m dying to get home now. I want you!”
I felt pleasantly shocked and yet so turned on.
We rushed to get home ready to make love to each other.
Hot hungry love.
We got home and hurried inside.
The apartment was dark yet we didn’t even bother to turn on the lights.
Arzumand Jahāngīr wanted me more than anything.
We kissed hard fiercely.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt me pick her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body up and she wrapped her legs around my waist.
I put her against the wall and trailed kisses down her neck.
“Oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I’m hot right now! I’m so hot!” Arzumand Jahāngīr cooed.
“I too Arzumand Jahāngīr. I’m so fuckin’ horny for you. Eīshān! I’m already hard for you.”
I carried Arzumand Jahāngīr over to my bedroom again quickly taking off her clothes.
I couldn’t wait to be inside her once again.
Loving her the way she should be loved.
I wanted to make sure she’d never forget my touch.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt every layer of clothes come off and finally she lay naked on my bed.
She turned on the lamp next to my bed to look at me undress for her.
I was almost tearing my clothes off ready to fuck my lover.
I stood there naked in front of her with my Uncut Hindu Cock sticking straight out just for her.
“Get it in me now! Please!” Arzumand Jahāngīr begged as she spread her extremely beautiful Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān legs.
I looked down at Arzumand Jahāngīr‘s excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.
Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot lips parted letting me see her swollen pink clit.
Eīshān! God, what a sweet excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot she has! So tight and all mine.
I couldn’t wait any longer.
I plunged my Uncut Hindu Cock inside her stuffing her with it.
Arzumand Jahāngīr gasped at the sudden entrance holding on to my shoulders.
I jammed my Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of her fast and hard.
Arzumand Jahāngīr wrapped her extremely beautiful Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān legs around my Hindu waist pushing me closer to her.
“Oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Keep fucking me. Don’t ever let this feeling go away!” Arzumand Jahāngīr moaned.
I loved the way she felt.
She still felt tight as a virgin and so warm.
I felt her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot clasp around my Uncut Hindu Cock as I fucked her.
She looked so beautiful lying there letting me make love to her.
Her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes never left mine.
I kept my hands on her waist burying myself deepest inside, as deepest as I could go.
“Arzumand Jahāngīr, I wish I could be inside you forever. I love being inside you. I want to cum in you Arzumand Jahāngīr,” I said panting hard.
Arzumand Jahāngīr licked her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips feeling My Uncut Hindu Cock deepest inside her.
“Yes! Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Cum in me. Oh fuck cum in me good. Let me feel your Hindu seed in me!”
I thrust my hips harder against Arzumand Jahāngīr’s fragile little body.
I could hear my balls slapping against her skin.
My balls were swelling up full of cum ready to explode inside my beautiful maternal cousin.
Deep down I only wished my Hindu cum would be making a baby inside Arzumand Jahāngīr.
That was something we’d have to talk about later, right now I just wanted to let myself go.
“Fuck! I’m cummmming! Oh Arzumand Jahāngīr!” I threw my head back shooting out spurt after spurt of my Hindu cum inside Arzumand Jahāngīr.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her nipples harden with each shot of my Hindu cum that entered her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.
“Durgesh ! Yes! Oh Yes! Cum in me babe. Let me keep your Hindu cum inside me.”
I finished my climax and let my still hard Uncut Hindu Cock remain inside Arzumand Jahāngīr.
I lay on to her gasping for air.
It’d been a short but incredible ashvinātam fuck.
The more I was inside her, the more I loved her.
“I’m so in love with you Arzumand Jahāngīr,” I said softly to her.
Arzumand Jahāngīr was closing her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes as I stroked her hair.
“I love you too. Say you’ll never leave me. Just tell me this can go on forever.”
I held her closer.
“I’m yours forever, Arzumand Jahāngīr.”
I kissed her forehead and watched her drift to a deep sleep.*
Al Rashīdah Al Shams sat in Sakīnah Āftāb’s living room in my apartment smoking a joint.
She lay back on the couch still thinking of me.
What in the world was she going to do?
She knew she couldn’t turn her back on her best friend, but then again, Wājidah Akbar never really even cared to ask her what she wanted.
It was always about Wājidah Akbar.
Sakīnah Āftāb came out of the kitchen making her a mixed drink.
She knew she shouldn’t be drinking, but at least she shouldn’t be driving.
She was quiet and Sakīnah Āftāb found that very unusual.
She knew that when her cousin was silent, she was up to something.
She only hoped it wasn’t to get me back with Wājidah Akbar.
“Hey cuz why so quiet?” Sakīnah Āftāb asked handing her the margarita glass.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams sighed heavenly.
“Oh nothing. I think I’m in love.”
Sakīnah Āftāb frowned.
“In love? You said that last time about that Salmān guy and he turned out to be an asshole.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams smiled.
“No, this guy is different. I just know it. In fact I think you might want Durgesh to get with me.”
Sakīnah Āftāb looked mystified.
“Why is that?”
“Because he happens to be Arzumand Jahāngīr‘s Hindu lover, Durgesh.”
Sakīnah Āftāb’s eyes widened.
“What? Arzumand Jahāngīr‘s Hindu boyfriend? Damn little cuz your right about that. Maybe if you can get on my good side for me, Durgesh’d be able to convince Arzumand Jahāngīr to go out with me!”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams winked at her cousin in agreement.
Sakīnah Āftāb was excited now hoping their plan would work.
It needed it to work.
She wanted Arzumand Jahāngīr more than any other girl.
With the help of her mischievous little cousin she would be able to do this together.*
Arzumand Jahāngīr and I woke up early next morning to beat the morning traffic.
I dropped Arzumand Jahāngīr off work and then headed off to work afterwards.
I kept thinking about Arzumand Jahāngīr, how much I loved her.
How the hell am I going to keep this wonderful relationship up without Arzumand Jahāngīr’s parents finding out?
I was lost deep in my thoughts.
I knew life without Arzumand Jahāngīr would be almost impossible to live, but I also knew our relationship would be hard to manage with all the prejudice of the Ummat-e-Muslimah on ashvinātam live in relationships.
Arzumand Jahāngīr rushed up to her office feeling Wājidah Akbar’s eyes on her.
She ignored her as always and scurried over to her office.
“Don’t run. you’re not late,”
Arzumand Jahāngīr turned to see Sakīnah Āftāb standing behind her.
“Oh, I thought I was late. I didn’t want to keep you waiting.”
Sakīnah Āftāb smirked.
“I’d wait an eternity for you, love.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr rolled her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes.
“Ok, whatever. So you ready to get to work?”
Sakīnah Āftāb nodded.
They both walked downstairs together.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt Sakīnah Āftāb’s arm on her back.
She picked up her speed trying to get away from her.
Sakīnah Āftāb just followed her lead carefully.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams had gotten out of her English lit class and hurried over to the library hoping to catch Arzumand Jahāngīr.
She wanted to get as much information on me as possible.
She went upstairs and to her disappointment didn’t find Arzumand Jahāngīr.
Instead, she found Wājidah Akbar.
Her friend looked at Al Rashīdah Al Shams closely.
She knew she was up to something.
“Hey, Wājidah Akbar. Working hard or hardly working?” Al Rashīdah Al Shams teased.
Wājidah Akbar didn’t smile.
“What are you doing here so early?”
“I just got out of class and I wanted to see if my cousin was here so we could go to lunch.”
Wājidah Akbar narrowed her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes.
“You know that Sakīnah Āftāb doesn’t have lunch this early. You came here to see Arzumand Jahāngīr, didn’t you?”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams threw her hands up in frustration.
“Well, yes I did. I want Durgesh. Is there something wrong with that?”
“Every extremely beautiful Musalmān Choot needs Durgesh’s legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund. So what?”
Wājidah Akbar looked down.
She couldn’t believe her own friend was betraying her because of a Hindu guy.
To top it all off, it was her worst enemy’s Hindu lover, Durgesh!
“I take it that you don’t want to help me get Arzumand Jahāngīr fired?”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams looked at her friend with a blank look.
“Well, uh no, not for now. Please Wājidah Akbar, just let me get my thing going with me and I promise you I’ll help you!”
Wājidah Akbar didn’t believe one word Al Rashīdah Al Shams was saying.
“Yeah, right. I know what you’re trying to do. You want to get in good with that bitch and you want to set up double dates with you and Sakīnah Āftāb. Don’t you see, that’ll only get Sakīnah Āftāb closer to her!”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams felt bad, but she had to do what she wanted.
“No, it’s not going to be like that, I promise. Just trust me.”
Wājidah Akbar didn’t trust Al Rashīdah Al Shams anymore.
She’d let her down a few times.
This wasn’t the first.
Wājidah Akbar was going to have to work at this alone.*
Arzumand Jahāngīr waited after five o’clock for me.
She decided to go down to the lobby to wait.
She saw Al Rashīdah Al Shams hanging around, obviously probably, waiting for Sakīnah Āftāb.
The girl looked impatient, and was pacing the room, until she saw Arzumand Jahāngīr.
“Arzumand Jahāngīr! Hey, are you waiting for your Hindu lover, Durgesh?”
Arzumand Jahāngīr nodded looking suspiciously at the girl.
“Sakīnah Āftāb should be down in a minute.”
The girl shrugged.
“Oh yeah I know. Listen I was wondering if maybe you and I would wanna come over to Sakīnah Āftāb’s apartment so we can all have some drinks? Afterwards we can go have dinner or something.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr was surprised.
“Tonight? Well I really can’t.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams moaned agonized.
“Oh come on. Please? Sakīnah Āftāb and I aren’t bad people, I guarantee you that.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr still felt unsure.
Just then, she heard me walk in smiling at her with those handsome lips of mine.
She found herself gazing at her handsome Hindu lover, Durgesh, and tuning out Al Rashīdah Al Shams.
“Hey Durgesh, my Hindu Love.” Arzumand Jahāngīr said blushing.
I looked at Arzumand Jahāngīr and then at Al Rashīdah Al Shams.
The young dark haired Musalmān Beauty was gawking me obviously.
I just wanted to laugh.
“Hey, Durgesh, I was just asking your maternal cousin if you both would like to hang out with me and my cousin Sakīnah Āftāb tonight. I can fix us up some drinks and then we can go to dinner afterwards.”
I eyed Arzumand Jahāngīr and Arzumand Jahāngīr widened her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes for me to say no.
“Uh, well that’s very nice but…”
“Fuck! I wish Wājidah Akbar would leave me alone!” Sakīnah Āftāb interrupted.
I looked at the young woman.
Sakīnah Āftāb laughed hysterically thinking no one was there to see her or hear her.
“Oh sorry guys. I thought only Al Rashīdah Al Shams was here.”
“Sakīnah Āftāb, this is my Durgesh. Durgesh, meet Sakīnah Āftāb, Al Rashīdah Al Shams’s cousin.” Arzumand Jahāngīr introduced us nervously.
“Hey now! So you are Arzumand Jahāngīr’s Hindu boyfriend?” Sakīnah Āftāb asked happily.
I shook the young woman’s hand.
I actually felt more like punching me out for flirting with Arzumand Jahāngīr.
“Yeah, nice to meet you. Well, guys, we really gotta go now.”
“Whoa wait! Do you all wanna do something tonight?” Sakīnah Āftāb asked as Al Rashīdah Al Shams stood close to my side.
Arzumand Jahāngīr and I were deliberately speechless hoping not to send vibes about our relationship with each other.
“Sorry. No, we have some things to do. Thank you anyway.” Arzumand Jahāngīr said quickly.
“Oh, come on please? It’ll be fun. Just a few hours.” Al Rashīdah Al Shams continued to beg.
I looked at Arzumand Jahāngīr.
Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face looked scared.
“No, really we can’t. I’m sorry.” I apologized.
Sakīnah Āftāb and Al Rashīdah Al Shams were losing our patience with us.
“Look, we get bored here. I don’t want to hang out with my cousin all night. We don’t have many friends either. I really would like for you all to join us.” Sakīnah Āftāb said sincerely.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt bad and I did too.
“Oh ok, but just for a while. I still have to call my Abbū tonight to check up on the situation with my car.” Arzumand Jahāngīr said softly.
I agreed with her and we saw the cousins’ faces light up with satisfaction.
I knew this night was going to be long as it had when we’d gone with her parents.*
The four of us arrived at Sakīnah Āftāb’s apartment a little past six o’clock.
Arzumand Jahāngīr and I had followed them.
Sakīnah Āftāb lived in the nice side of town obviously.
We followed the black BMW through the gates and forward.
“Can this Sakīnah Āftāb girl afford to live here?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked shocked.
“Yeah, I guess so. Her parents are rich. They may even probably pay the rent.” I said looking around at the apartment complex.
Once inside, Sakīnah Āftāb offered us a seat in her spacious living room.
Sakīnah Āftāb turned on her big screen TV and handed Al Rashīdah Al Shams the remote.
“You all make yourselves comfortable and I’m gonna make some drinks. I got some juice too if you want some, Durgesh.” Sakīnah Āftāb shouted out from the kitchen.
“Yeah, a juice will do for me.” I called out seeing Al Rashīdah Al Shams with her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes glued on me.
“Hey cuz make me a screwdriver. And Arzumand Jahāngīr? What do you want?” Al Rashīdah Al Shams asked anxiously.
“Nothing for me. I don’t like to drink.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams burst out laughing.
“Are you serious? Durgesh, is your Arzumand Jahāngīr for real?”
I kept a straight face.
“Yes. I don’t really drink myself either. Just a juice every now and then.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams looked at us.
She admired us for being so nice to each other and we both looked so innocent.
She would love to make Durgesh into a bad boy herself.
She knew Sakīnah Āftāb could take away any innocence Arzumand Jahāngīr had.
Together, she and Sakīnah Āftāb would corrupt these ashvinātam lovers.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams put in on MTV2 and started dancing around as we played “Setting Sun”.
She danced in her short little blue jean skirt right in front of me.
I turned my head away and saw Arzumand Jahāngīr looking sternly at me.
I smiled assuring her, knowing Arzumand Jahāngīr was getting jealous.
Sakīnah Āftāb, Al Rashīdah Al Shams and Wājidah Akbar, all of them were too much beautiful and equally bold and horny.
Sakīnah Āftāb was in the kitchen getting the drinks together.
She poked her head out and called out for Arzumand Jahāngīr.
Arzumand Jahāngīr did not intend to leave me alone with this sex-crazed Musalmān Beauty, but at the same time, she couldn’t stand to be there a minute longer.
She got up and joined Sakīnah Āftāb in the kitchen.
“So how do you like my place?” Sakīnah Āftāb asked trying to make conversation.
Arzumand Jahāngīr looked around at the beautiful space.
“Well, I’ve gotta tell you that it’s really awesome. But of course, you can afford something like this.”
Sakīnah Āftāb sneered at Arzumand Jahāngīr’s comment.
“Well, you’re free to stay here whenever you want.”
Sakīnah Āftāb brushed her hand along her arm as Arzumand Jahāngīr just turned away from her.
“Sakīnah Āftāb, I already told you I’m seeing someone else.”
“Yeah, and that someone else isn’t here, is he?”
Oh Sakīnah Āftāb if you only knew! Arzumand Jahāngīr thought to herself.
She smiled at Sakīnah Āftāb mysteriously.*
In the living room, I sat watching Al Rashīdah Al Shams as she continued to prance around letting her skirt move up almost showing me her panties.
I felt my erection and hoped Arzumand Jahāngīr and Sakīnah Āftāb would hurry back.
I know he is checking me out, Al Rashīdah Al Shams said silently.
She danced around the room and slowly walked over to me sitting next to me.
She put her hand, as if unintentionally, over my Uncut Hindu Lund, giving her hand a little squeeze.
“So do you have a Musalmān girlfriend?” She asked seductively.
I shifted my body trying to move away.
“Yeah, I actually do.”
“Oh, Durgesh, is that so? Where is she? I know if I was your Musalmān Girlfriend, I would not dare let you out of my sight. I’d be afraid, Musalmān Beauties like me, might want to steal you away.”
I kept my eyes on the television and felt Al Rashīdah Al Shams’s hand on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I smiled at her politely, courteously, cleared my throat, yet did not move her hand away from my Uncut Hindu Lund.
It would have been immensely impolite of me.
She was an adult young Musalmān Beauty.
She had every right even to grab my Uncut Hindu Lund if she wanted to.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams was only executing her fundamental woman right.
What the hell was wrong in it?
Al Rashīdah Al Shams was squeezing my Uncut Hindu Lund every now and then seductively.
Her actions were very much inviting.
Sakīnah Āftāb and Arzumand Jahāngīr came back from the kitchen.
Arzumand Jahāngīr’s eyes were full of fury seeing Al Rashīdah Al Shams sitting right next to me flirting madly with me.
She knew she could trust DURGESH, but she didn’t trust that Musalmān Beauty.
Sakīnah Āftāb was carrying the drinks.
She’d brought out a juice for me a beer for herself, Al Rashīdah Al Shams’s screwdriver and a coke for Arzumand Jahāngīr.
I felt my pulse quicken as I saw Sakīnah Āftāb sitting next to Arzumand Jahāngīr smoothly putting her arm around her.
I wanted just to go beat the crap out of Sakīnah Āftāb.
“Hey, Durgesh, instead of going out how about we order in some Chinese?” Al Rashīdah Al Shams yelped.
Arzumand Jahāngīr and I didn’t like the idea but still agreed.
The cousins continued to talk about their own entertaining of Arzumand Jahāngīr and me.
It seemed as if we were ignoring what Sakīnah Āftāb and Al Rashīdah Al Shams had to say.
Our eyes were locked on one another. Arzumand Jahāngīr knew, once we got home she was going to make love to me, once again, fiercely.
It was almost ten at night by the time we finished with dinner and talking.
Arzumand Jahāngīr and I were ready to go home.
Somehow seeing a Musalmān Beauty flirt with me had made Arzumand Jahāngīr hot.
She had never been more excited.
The feelings were mutual and I too had been turned on that Sakīnah Āftāb wanted Arzumand Jahāngīr, but Arzumand Jahāngīr was all mine.*
Al Rashīdah Al Shams moaned after we left.
“Ugh Durgesh says he has got a Musalmān Girlfriend!”
“Yeah, she says she is got a Hindu boyfriend too. It’s OK cuz. We are both very charming people. I know we can get them where we want them.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams lay on the couch closing her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes thinking of me.
She knew she had some masturbation material for the night.
“Well cuz could you take me home now. I really gotta shower up.” Al Rashīdah Al Shams pleaded feeling so horny.
Sakīnah Āftāb agreed.
She too could not wait for her cousin to leave so she could jerk off thinking of me how my sweet strong Hindu body felt.*
Back at home, Arzumand Jahāngīr and I kissed passionately in the bathroom, as we got ready to shower together once again.
We were both naked pressing our bodies against each other.
Our youthful bodies were hot as we both craved one another.
“Mmmm you got me so hot tonight,” Arzumand Jahāngīr rasped.
“Yeah? Why?” I asked kissing her neck.
“Just looking at Al Rashīdah Al Shams wanting you so much, was so hot. Just the thought of other women wanting you turns me on. All of the Beauties, whether Musalmān Beauties or otherwise, want you vehemently, but all of them can’t have you.”
“Why?” I asked politely, sweetly, kindly actually.
I knew Arzumand Jahāngīr was burning inside, torturing herself immensely, unnecessarily, out of jealousy.
Jealousy was actually an animal desire.
In the evolution process, from animal to humanity, to infinite divinity, jealousy just follows due to natural inertia inherent into us.
The humankind has to win over every inherent inertia with deliberate efforts practicing more and more humanity.
Arzumand Jahāngīr avoided answering my question deliberately for obvious reasons.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock grow harder as I felt Arzumand Jahāngīr; my sweet maternal cousin was revealing this to me.
“Oh yeah? I got hard just knowing how bad Sakīnah Āftāb wants you.”
“I am all yours. Oh fuck Durgesh darling, I’m so horny! I want you to fuck me good.”
“I’m gonna fuck you. I’m gonna fuck you so hard!”
She stopped for a Moment and looked into my loving eyes.
“DURGESH,” Arzumand Jahāngīr said turning red, “I want you to fuck me from behind. In my ass. Will you? Please!”
I felt myself almost choke stunned by Arzumand Jahāngīr’s request.
I’d ever done anal sex with almost every Musalmān Beauty on her own request.
Most Musalmān Beauties would have just thought doing that was disgusting, at first, but eventually they themselves requested it from me.
Perhaps there wasn’t any Musalmān Beauty I fuck who never requested me for anal sex with her.
Was anal sex the ultimate intimacy?
Not vaginal sex.
Wasn’t anal sex unproductive in comparison with vaginal sex?
But so was oral sex too.
Yet, almost every woman longs for oral sex as well as every man too.
Now here was my precious little maternal cousin begging me to do it.
I wasn’t going to say ‘no’.
Why the hell should I?
Didn’t I know, countless Musalmān houses, countless Christian houses, countless Jew houses, countless other houses, including Brāhmañ and Savarñ houses too, were broken by their sophisticated housewives even, because they wanted oral and anal sex from their husbands and the husbands foolishly refused to do it?
The enraged housewives ultimately eventually came to me to get what they wanted.
Even if it was inhuman, even if it was animalistic, I did it with them, because their evolution hadn’t reached the point.
Wasn’t it better than breaking home?
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That little bitch! Wājidah Akbar said quietly.
“So have you may be given anymore thought to possibly go out with me?” Sakīnah Āftāb asked me all of a sudden as we sat side by side in the empty lab.
Arzumand Jahāngīr, caught by surprise wasn’t sure how to respond.
“Well, uh I mean I told you I was seeing someone.”
Sakīnah Āftāb sighed.
“I know I was just hoping maybe you’d have dumped him this weekend.”
If Sakīnah Āftāb only knew who Arzumand Jahāngīr was seeing, she’d probably freak and for sure she’d stop asking her out on dates.
“Well I didn’t dump him, sorry,” She said giggling.
I have to find out who this guy is.
He must be something special for her to turn me down.
Sakīnah Āftāb thought wondering.
She loved working with Arzumand Jahāngīr.
Each day she talked to her, she liked her more and more.
It was her luck though, she’d finally found the perfect girl and she was taken.
Wājidah Akbar stomped to the restroom furiously.
She felt tears in her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes.
She looked at her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face in the mirror closely.
She couldn’t figure it out.
She was very pretty, smart and ambitious.
Most men wouldn’t turn her down, most men except Sakīnah Āftāb.
Sakīnah Āftāb was a vowed profound lesbian.
Why had she even bothered to sleep with me?
Now here she was going crazy because I liked another girl.
It was finally the end of another day and Arzumand Jahāngīr was anxiously waiting to get home to be with her utmost experienced Hindu lover.
She was walking out and saw Wājidah Akbar straightening up her desk.
Arzumand Jahāngīr hated passing by her but she knew she had to.
“Well leaving already? I thought you and Sakīnah Āftāb were working late again?” Wājidah Akbar said sarcastically as Arzumand Jahāngīr was trying to walk past her.
Arzumand Jahāngīr stopped and glared at the tall blonde.
“Well no, not tonight.”
Wājidah Akbar rolled her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes.
“I suppose some other night then, when you’re in the mood huh?”
Arzumand Jahāngīr frowned.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
Wājidah Akbar didn’t respond.
She just went back to what she was doing.
Arzumand Jahāngīr figured she wasn’t worth wasting her time.
She just walked out annoyed by the girl’s comment.
She must really still like Sakīnah Āftāb to be acting like a 13 year old.
Outside, Sakīnah Āftāb was talking to Al Rashīdah Al Shams.
She kept going on about her first day of University.
Sakīnah Āftāb had her mind on Arzumand Jahāngīr still.
Almost everything Al Rashīdah Al Shams was saying was not registering.
“Sakīnah Āftāb? Are you listening to me?” Al Rashīdah Al Shams shrilled.
“Y-yeah I am. Give me a break girl; I’ve had a long day Al Rashīdah Al Shams.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams grunted aggravated.
“Forget it cuz, I’m gonna go talk to Wājidah Akbar now.”
“Great! And if you talk to her, tell her how much I like Arzumand Jahāngīr.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams narrowed her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes at her cousin.
“You can be such an asshole, Sakīnah Āftāb. Bye!”
Sakīnah Āftāb laughed wickedly as Al Rashīdah Al Shams rushed off to talk to her friend.
“Wājidah Akbar? Are you OK?” Al Rashīdah Al Shams asked finding Wājidah Akbar crying in the library lobby.
“No I’m not! Your cousin is so mean to me! She knows how much I love her and she loves to be harsh with me.”
“Allah, Wājidah Akbar, I’m sorry. I’ve tried talking to Durgesh . Don’t worry, tomorrow point out this Arzumand Jahāngīr girl, and I’ll take care of that bitch.”
Wājidah Akbar seemed to calm down.
“I actually have a plan. I’ve got access to almost all of her information. I’m going to do some research on this bitch and find out everything I can about her.”
“What if you don’t find anything?”
“Then I’m just going to making something up. Something big. Hopefully get her fired.”
“Oh so wicked my friend. I love it!” Al Rashīdah Al Shams yelled out.*
I called out into the kitchen where Arzumand Jahāngīr was preparing a fruit salad that evening.
“Hey Arzumand Jahāngīr? Arzumand Jahāngīr?”
“Well, I almost forgot to tell you that Ammījān and Abbū invited us for dinner tomorrow night.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr’s heart sank.
It had been hard enough to go through dinner with her extremely orthodox Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān parents for one night but now another?
She knew she had to go because she loved her parents but she just kept praying they wouldn’t bring up any of her or my past relationships.
“What time did we say we had to be over there?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked mixing up the fruit.
I walked into the kitchen sitting down on one of the bar stools.
“Well, she said around seven tomorrow night. She said there was going to be some special guests.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr groaned.
“Aww, It’s bad enough that we are there, but to have someone else? Oh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! How am I going to be able to keep my hands off you for one evening?”
I stood up putting my arms around her.
“Mmmm, well, don’t worry you can make it up to me once we get home.”
She laughed softly enjoying my hold.
“So tell me how is work treating ya? Do you like your new job? You haven’t told me much about work.” I asked concerned.
Arzumand Jahāngīr shrugged.
“Well, work is work you know. I mean, well, I just think there’s some girl there that doesn’t like me much.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“Doesn’t like you? Who on earth wouldn’t like you Arzumand Jahāngīr?”
“Well it’s probably because her ex-girlfriend kinda likes me.”
“She kinda likes you?” I echoed.
Arzumand Jahāngīr looked sheepish.
“Yeah but it’s OK, mérī jān, I’ve already told her I’m seeing someone.”
“Good! I want this girl to keep away from you. Not that I blame her for trying to hit on you. Yet, I want you to keep away from lesbianism even.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr chuckled.
“Well, Sakīnah Āftāb doesn’t have any penis for me. She herself has a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt, for you instead.”
“I think I should fuck your Sakīnah Āftāb too, to keep away her from you.” I said gravely.
Arzumand Jahāngīr laughed.
She chuckled once more.
“Sakīnah Āftāb? Interesting.”
“What do you mean?”
“Sakīnah Āftāb is a vowed profound lesbian. She hates Hindus and Musalmīn mankind alike.”
“She thinks you Hindus are nāpāk, filthy, and most of the Musalmīn are Uneducated/Under Educated, criminal/criminal minded therefore consequently. Lesbianism is better instead of surrounding to anyone of you Hindus or Musalmīn.”
“She must be crazy.” I laughed.
“Oh whatever, you know you got me under your spell Durgesh, my Hindu Love. I’m so in love with you.”
I slid my arms around her waist once again pressing my body on her.
She always made me hard.
She had this way of turning me on, such an innocent way.
It was still hard to believe that she was mine, all mine.
The next day Wājidah Akbar looked in the employee files to get as much information about Arzumand Jahāngīr as she could.
So far she’d come up with nothing.
“Allah! God, this is useless!” She muttered.
She only found out that Arzumand Jahāngīr supposedly didn’t live in town, but out in the suburbs.
She must really need this job for her to be driving out here every day.
Oh poor girl, Wājidah Akbar was gonna fix that for her.
She’d make sure to get her gorgeous glorious excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass fired.
“Wājidah Akbar, you seen Arzumand Jahāngīr ?” Sakīnah Āftāb asked as Wājidah Akbar almost jumped from her seat.
“N-n-no I haven’t.”
Sakīnah Āftāb looked at her suspiciously.
“What are you doing?”
Wājidah Akbar covered up the computer screen.
“Nothing, just researching. Mind your damn business!”
Sakīnah Āftāb frowned and walked away.
She hated working with Wājidah Akbar and knew she was just here to keep her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes on her.
Sakīnah Āftāb’s uncle, Al Shams Naåīmuddīn, was Al Rashīdah Al Shams’s Abbū, was the dean of the university and adored Wājidah Akbar and her whole family.
Wājidah Akbar knew she could get away with almost anything.
She didn’t even have to work coming from a rich family, but she did just to be by Sakīnah Āftāb’s side.
Wājidah Akbar herself was an incurable lesbian.
It was not easy for Wājidah Akbar, therefore, to keep away from Sakīnah Āftāb.
Sakīnah Āftāb found Arzumand Jahāngīr outside by her car.
She heard her car making loud screeching noises.
As she got closer, she saw Arzumand Jahāngīr almost cursing loudly.
Sakīnah Āftāb smiled looking at her sweet innocent face looking so upset in need of help.
“Arzumand Jahāngīr, what’s wrong?” Sakīnah Āftāb asked as she approached her.
She hit the wheel of her car with her and grunting.
“It’s this damn car. It doesn’t want to start. I was going to go, have some lunch, and here I find myself stuck!”
Sakīnah Āftāb knelt down to have her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face to face.
“Don’t worry Arzumand Jahāngīr. Look I was gonna go have some lunch too. In fact I was gonna ask if you wanted to go have lunch with me.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr looked down.
“I-I can’t. I’m just going to stay and have lunch in the student lounge.”
Sakīnah Āftāb laughed.
“Nonsense! Come on. It’s not a date. Just two people going out for lunch.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr ran her hands through her hair.
“Oh, Ok, I suppose so.”
Sakīnah Āftāb felt her ego stroked.
They both walked over to Sakīnah Āftāb’s BMW and rode off to have lunch.
Sakīnah Āftāb went on telling her a little bit about herself and her family.
It seemed as she came from a big wealthy family.
Although Sakīnah Āftāb was rich, she didn’t seem snotty to Arzumand Jahāngīr.
She’d run into many wealthy girls in her time, but none had the pleasant attitude Sakīnah Āftāb had.
They arrived at a nice little bistro downtown.
The place was pretty crowded yet they still didn’t even have to wait to sit down.
Arzumand Jahāngīr supposed the people at the restaurant must know Sakīnah Āftāb or her family.
They sat in a table outside since the sky was cloudy and the weather was nice.
“So I finally get to talk to you outside of work.” Sakīnah Āftāb said as they skimmed through the menu.
“Yeah I suppose so. Do you come here a lot?”
“Not really. I mean I do know some of the waitresses here. I went to University with some of them.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr watched one of the waitresses approach them bringing them two glasses of water.
She smiled flirtingly with Sakīnah Āftāb.
Sakīnah Āftāb didn’t seem to give her the time of day though.
“I see you’re popular here with the ladies,” Arzumand Jahāngīr teased taking a sip of her water.
Sakīnah Āftāb scoffed.
“Yeah I guess, but there is one lady who won’t give me a chance at all.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt Sakīnah Āftāb’s blue eyes pierce at her.
She cleared her throat changing the subject.
She’d hoped Sakīnah Āftāb would just accept the fact that she’d never be interested in her.
But most of all she’d hoped she’d never find out about who Arzumand Jahāngīr was in fact in love with.
Arzumand Jahāngīr didn’t want to face her extremely orthodox immensely unreasonable Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān parents that she loved me, a Hindu.
Yes, her parents, Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī and Jahāngīr Jalāluddīn, both loved me very much as their ‘son’, but not to the extent that they would allow her permanent live in relationship with me.
The Hindus were nāpāk, filthy, in their opinion.
And I was a Hindu, after all.*
After lunch Arzumand Jahāngīr and Sakīnah Āftāb headed back to work.
Wājidah Akbar could see them driving up through the window in the library.
She felt her heart breaking.
It seemed like this Arzumand Jahāngīr bitch was just teasing Sakīnah Āftāb.
She must be one of those kinds of women who like to drag people’s heart around and then just move on to the next victim.
Sakīnah Āftāb and Arzumand Jahāngīr walked back in laughing and making Wājidah Akbar want to just burst out crying.
Arzumand Jahāngīr passed by Wājidah Akbar’s desk feeling her smile fade, while the blonde gave her hateful stares.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt bad deep down knowing this girl loved Sakīnah Āftāb.
Arzumand Jahāngīr hurried back to her car that evening hoping it would turn on.
It just made loud sounds that almost made her ears bleed.
Durgesh ! I’m gonna call Durgesh !
She ran back up to the building to call me hoping I’d already be home.
Wājidah Akbar sat at her desk talking to Al Rashīdah Al Shams.
Arzumand Jahāngīr passed quickly by them.
“That’s her!” Wājidah Akbar hissed pointing out Arzumand Jahāngīr to Al Rashīdah Al Shams.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams frowned.
“Wājidah Akbar, you shouldn’t even worry about her. She looks so plain.”
“Well, plain or not, your cousin obviously likes her!”
“What is she still doing here?” Al Rashīdah Al Shams asked in disgust.
“I don’t know she probably forgot to give Sakīnah Āftāb a lesbian eat and she is rushing back to do it.”
Both girls laughed at Wājidah Akbar’s comment.
“Shit Wājidah Akbar, that was a good one!”
The phone was ringing and no answer.
“Shit!” Arzumand Jahāngīr whined.
She then went ahead and tried my cell phone.
She’d hoped I wasn’t in the shower or on the other side of town.
“Hello?” Arzumand Jahāngīr finally heard my voice pick up.
“Durgesh! Oh sweetie I’m so glad you picked up! Listen my car won’t start! Could you pick me up from work?”
“Yes! Of course! What building you in?” I asked.
Arzumand Jahāngīr gave me directions and I’d advised her I’d be there in a few minutes since I was myself close to the university then.
Arzumand Jahāngīr decided to just wait in her office for a while.
She didn’t want to walk by Wājidah Akbar and her friend again.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams and Wājidah Akbar were still at the front desk gossiping about other innocent people.
Wājidah Akbar was mostly talking about Sakīnah Āftāb like always.
In a way Al Rashīdah Al Shams would get tired of hearing her friend whine about her cousin, but she was her best friend after all.
They were talking loudly until Al Rashīdah Al Shams heard someone walking up the stairs.
She turned to see a medium handsome young man with my eyes on her.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams felt her breath being taken away.
Allah! Oh my God! Fuck he is hot!
Wājidah Akbar watched curiously at her friend gawking this young man.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams just stood there with a silly smile.
“Can I help you?” Wājidah Akbar went on.
“Yeah I’m here looking for Arzumand Jahāngīr.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams all of a sudden felt disappointed.
Did this Arzumand Jahāngīr bitch also have this gorgeous guy under her possession?
Wājidah Akbar on the other hand, felt more relieved.
Maybe this guy was Arzumand Jahāngīr’s boyfriend.
She only hoped so.
“May I ask who you are?” Wājidah Akbar prayed I’d say ‘a boyfriend’.
“I-I’m Durgesh. Durgesh .”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams’s smile returned and Wājidah Akbar’s disappointment continued.
“Oh? Well let me go tell her you’re here.” Wājidah Akbar stomped out to get Arzumand Jahāngīr.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams couldn’t stop grinning.
The young man just made her feel like a little University girl.
“So? You’re Arzumand Jahāngīr’s Hindu boyfriend? Well Arzumand Jahāngīr is a really good worker, so I hear.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams lied.
“Really? You know my Arzumand Jahāngīr?”
“Well not really, but Sakīnah Āftāb, my cousin, has a huge crush on her and I told me herself that she is a hard worker.”
I stared closely at the dark haired Musalmān Beauty.
She looked devious and mean.
Was she actually trying to set up her cousin with Arzumand Jahāngīr?
I’d have to ask Arzumand Jahāngīr about that.
Arzumand Jahāngīr was getting her purse ready to walk downstairs.
She saw Wājidah Akbar standing there.
“Your Durgesh is here asking for you.” She said in a cynical tone.
“Thanks.” Arzumand Jahāngīr rushed to see her utmost experienced Hindu lover.
She paused for a Moment as I was talking to Wājidah Akbar’s friend.
This girl seemed to be flirting with Durgesh !
Luckily, it seemed like Durgesh wasn’t paying much attention to her.
My face lit up as I saw Arzumand Jahāngīr.
“Hey Arzumand Jahāngīr.” I said quietly.
“Thanks for picking me up Durgesh, my Hindu Love.” She felt herself blush.
“Oh Arzumand Jahāngīr, is it?” The dark haired girl asked.
“Yes?” Arzumand Jahāngīr replied confused.
“I’m sorry; I’m Al Rashīdah Al Shams. Sakīnah Āftāb’s cousin.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr shook the girl’s hand.
“Nice to meet you Al Rashīdah Al Shams. Well we gotta get going.”
“OK. Nice to have it you Durgesh . And you too Arzumand Jahāngīr.” Al Rashīdah Al Shams said watching us walk away.
She felt Wājidah Akbar staring at her.
“What?” Al Rashīdah Al Shams asked innocently.
“Were you just being nice to my biggest enemy?”
“No, not really.”
“Shit Al Rashīdah Al Shams! You like Durgesh , don’t you?” Wājidah Akbar asked furiously.
“What? Durgesh and me? No way!” Just keep lying Al Rashīdah Al Shams.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams drove home with Sakīnah Āftāb once again that evening.
She was quiet this time.
She couldn’t get Arzumand Jahāngīr’s utmost experienced Hindu lover Durgesh out of her mind.
I had a look that was so sincere and loving.
Not only that but I was so fuckin’ hot!
Now she felt trapped.
She didn’t know whether to get Arzumand Jahāngīr and Sakīnah Āftāb closer so she’d have a shot with me , or keeping her word to her best friend about helping her get Arzumand Jahāngīr out of Sakīnah Āftāb’s life.
Arzumand Jahāngīr and I drove to her parents’ house in silence.
Arzumand Jahāngīr wondered what Wājidah Akbar or Al Rashīdah Al Shams had said to me about Sakīnah Āftāb.
I was never silent unless I was thinking.
“DURGESH? You OK?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked softly placing her hand over mine.
“Yeah I’m fine but that Al Rashīdah Al Shams girl mentioned something about her cousin having a crush on you?”
“Well, yeah, that’s the guy I told you about. I already told you that I got that situation under control babe. She knows I’m seeing someone. That someone is you.”
I still didn’t feel comfortable.
I didn’t like the fact that my beautiful maternal cousin was working with some girl who would obviously try to hit on her.
The fact that I really couldn’t do anything about it worried me off even more.
“I guess I just get anxious thinking some girl might lure you away from me.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr smiled.
“No way! That will never happen. I’m yours Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! All yours.”*
We arrived at Arzumand Jahāngīr’s parents’ house a little before seven.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her heart sink as she saw two cars in the driveway.
She recognized one of the cars. It was
Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb’s car!
She looked at me and saw my face go grave.
I slowly turned to Arzumand Jahāngīr with an apologetic look.
“I didn’t know Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb was going to be here, Arzumand Jahāngīr.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr took a deep breath.
“I didn’t either. Look she is your past. Let’s just get this night over with.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr and I walked in the house immediately hearing Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī’s boisterous voice.
We could hear the laughter of Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb and Arzumand Jahāngīr’s parents in the dining room.
Arzumand Jahāngīr knew her parents always wanted me to end up marrying Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb, and I knew that as well.
Arzumand Jahāngīr’s immensely orthodox, extremely backward utmost communal Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān parents didn’t have any objection that Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb, an ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girl, would marry a Hindu.
Yet, it was certain almost that they would object to Arzumand Jahāngīr’s live in relationship with me.
Arzumand Jahāngīr retorted sarcastically.
“Arzumand Jahāngīr! Durgesh ! Come on in! Look who’s here!” Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī shouted seeing us arrive.
Arzumand Jahāngīr forced a smile as she greeted Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb’s parents Imāmuddīn Wahāb and Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb.
They loved us as Arzumand Jahāngīr’s own parents did.
They used to sometimes baby sit Arzumand Jahāngīr when she was a little girl.
To me and Arzumand Jahāngīr, Imāmuddīn Wahāb and Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb were considered Arzumand Jahāngīr’s second parents, just as Jahāngīr Jalāluddīn and Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī were to Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb.
Yet, I felt my stomach didn’t turn to knots.
I looked at Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb.
I had to admit she looked very beautiful.
Her green eyes sparkled as she looked at me.
Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb stood up from her chair and walked over to greet me.
She was wearing her dark navy blue pants and a white and blue shirt that clung on to her nice Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
“Hey there.” She said softly giving me a hug.
“Hey how you been?” I asked quietly.
I held her in my strong Hindu arms feeling her move her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body closer to mine.
I felt immensely hardened for her.
Yet, still, holding Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb was nothing compared to holding Arzumand Jahāngīr.
Arzumand Jahāngīr eyed me holding my ex-girlfriend.
She felt a twinge of jealousy for a Moment.
Ok stop it Arzumand Jahāngīr, Durgesh loves you now, she reminded herself.
“I’ve been good. I don’t know if your Ammījān told you or not, but I finally finished my lady doctor’s degree. I’m working at one of the largest hospitals downtown.”
“Yeah, she told me. Congratulations. I always knew you’d achieve your dream.”
Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb‘s pretty face turned red.
It’d been so hard to get over me, after our wonderful live in relationship we’d had.
She knew deep down she loved me still and she’d go back to me in a heartbeat if I ever asked her.
I found her right palm once again closing around my Uncut Hindu Penis.
Courtesy to our wonderful former live in relationship?
I wasn’t sure.
Her grip on my Uncut Hindu Penis was immensely inviting actually, rather than pure formal courtesy only.
“Thanks! Hey, Arzumand Jahāngīr looks great! I hear she is working at one of the local University s in town huh?”
I nodded feeling proud of Arzumand Jahāngīr. My ardent Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān lover.
“Yeah and she loves her job so far.”
Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb took one look at Arzumand Jahāngīr and went to greet her as well.
Arzumand Jahāngīr always admired Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb for being so smart and beautiful.
She’d never really paid attention to her and my relationship until now.
It was weird to be friends with someone, who used to be with the person, you were in love with now.
“Arzumand Jahāngīr sweetie, how are you?” Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb squealed giving her a hug.
“I’m great and you?”
“Well, just been working a lot. This is my first day off in a while. I mean University was nonstop and I just started working a few weeks ago so I finally got my day off today.”
“It’s good to see you Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb,” Arzumand Jahāngīr said almost lying.
“You too Arzumand Jahāngīr. We need to hang out like we used to.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr almost cringed at that media.
How would she be able to hang out with Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb, knowing Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb would talk about how she and Durgesh used to kiss, touch, and everything else.
She didn’t want to hear that at all.
That was my past.
Arzumand Jahāngīr was my future.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Arzumand Jahāngīr was still breathless.
She began to get dressed still feeling horny for me.
She could hear her parents shrill as they saw me.
It’s been a few months since I had last visited them.
Once dressed again, Arzumand Jahāngīr walked out hoping to Allah that any feelings she had for me would not slip out.
Sakīnah Āftāb was driving back home late that evening.
She was with her cousin Al Rashīdah Al Shams listening to her go on and on about Wājidah Akbar.
Sakīnah Āftāb usually took her cousin home, since she’d gotten herself caught with a D.W.I and had her license suspended.
“Why don’t you just give Wājidah Akbar another chance?” Al Rashīdah Al Shams whined.
Sakīnah Āftāb nodded.
“You know why. Because she is a real bitch. I mean yes she is hot, but damn she is so fuckin’ possessive! I felt like I couldn’t even breathe when I was going out with her.”
“Well, look, she is changed. I have seen her change myself.”
Sakīnah Āftāb rolled her eyes.
“Al Rashīdah Al Shams, we talk about this all the time. I told you I don’t want to date Wājidah Akbar again.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams laughed.
“Oh that’s right; she says you got your eyes on some Ms. Perfect at work.”
Sakīnah Āftāb looked at her with fury.
“So what if I do? It’s not of her business.”
“I think it is. I mean she still loves you. Besides, you don’t even know this new girl. She might be worse than Wājidah Akbar.”
Sakīnah Āftāb burst out laughing.
“Yeah right. No one is as bad as Wājidah Akbar. Except maybe the devil!”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams shot her a look of disgust.
“Well, I’m sorry Al Rashīdah Al Shams, I know she is your friend and all but that’s just how I feel. Besides, you know you just want me to date her because her family is filthy rich.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams didn’t respond.
She needed to find out who this Arzumand Jahāngīr was.
She was just as curious about this girl as Wājidah Akbar was.
Sakīnah Āftāb was always picky about girls she wanted to date.
She could see by the look in her eyes that she really liked this girl.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams was just going to have to do some Investigations of her own.
For now though, she was still thinking of a plan to get Sakīnah Āftāb and Wājidah Akbar together again.*
Arzumand Jahāngīr came out of my room hoping she didn’t give out any sexual vibes.
“Hi Ammījān, hi Abbū!”
“Hi sweetheart, “Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī kissed her daughter on the cheek.
“How’s my little girl?” Jahāngīr Jalāluddīn asked as he put his arms around his daughter.
“Hi Abbū, I’m fine. What brings you guys here?”
I came back with quite a bold front.
Arzumand Jahāngīr was immensely surprised.
How the hell Durgesh can manage it?
I didn’t look nervous even a bit.
Instead, I was smiling graciously and quite confident too.
“Well we were in town, and we thought we’d just come see how you both are doing.” Jahāngīr Jalāluddīn replied taking a sip of water.
“Well, we’re doing fine. I finally got my job so I’m feeling good.” Arzumand Jahāngīr said sitting down next to her Ammī.
“That’s great, sweetie. Now you can move back home with us once you get to buy a better running car huh?” Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī asked her daughter beaming with pride.
Arzumand Jahāngīr looked at me and then at her orthodox Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān parents.
I sat down next to her Abbū, smiling.
Jahāngīr Jalāluddīn called me ‘son’.
He didn’t believe I was sixty three.
Everyone thought I was thirty three only.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had perfectly established it legally beyond all doubt.
When I told someone I was sixty three, everyone thought I was perverted to enjoy sex with MILFs.
None believed my true age.
The teenagers were claiming more.
They claimed I was anywhere between twenty three and twenty eight, not thirty three even.
Eīshān Eīshān shammā shamīshān!
‘Jākī rahī bhāvnā jaisī,
Prabhu moorati dékhī tin taisī’.
‘Sur nar muni sabkī yahi rītī,
Swārath lagī karahin sab prītī’.
Anyway, I was vivacious and looking cheerful.
Arzumand Jahāngīr knew she had to find a way to tell her parents that she didn’t want to move back with them.
She wanted to stay with me.
“Well, for now I said I could stay with Durgesh for a while, until I get my stuff together. I really would just like to live in town. It’s closer to my job anyway.”
Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī tried to protest.
She worried dearly for her only daughter.
Ever since Arzumand Jahāngīr was a little girl, Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī was somewhat too much overprotective of her.
Arzumand Jahāngīr had always been a smart, but naïve girl.
She was too nice that sometimes she let people even run over her.
Luckily because of her immense Musalmān beauty, men never really took advantage of her.
Arzumand Jahāngīr had beauty and charm to protect her.
“But sweetie, you got a place at home. Why do you want to pay high rent and live in town?”
“Ammījān, I have to learn responsibility. You know I’m going to need to learn to be alone.”
Her Ammī laughed.
“I bet you won’t run away. I know you’re going to hopefully meet a really great man to be with you. You’ll never be alone.”
I smiled confidently.
That’s right my dear, she’ll never be alone. I’ll always be with her. I said in my mind.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt trapped for a moment.
How would she ever have the balls to face up to her ever orthodox Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān parents and let them know she was in love with me?
How long would this ashvinātam love affair last?
She’d want it to be forever of course, but she knew that was highly impossible.
“Well, anyway, we were going to order a pizza tonight if you guys want to join us?” I interrupted.
Arzumand Jahāngīr’s parents’ faces lit up.
“Yes, we’d love to join you. I’ll tell you what, we’ll buy the salad.” Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī said cheerfully.
I went to order the pizza and salad for the family.
Arzumand Jahāngīr still felt nervous and yet it excited her in a way knowing that her immensely orthodox Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān parents didn’t have a clue Arzumand Jahāngīr was in love with me.
If they ever found out Arzumand Jahāngīr would never deny it.
She’d never deny her love for me. Her Hindu lover.*
I fucked Bābarah Åālamgīr nonstop for how many days, neither of us cared.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was immensely happy.
She started it, straddling me.
But soon I got control.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was pleasantly surprised when I did it.
Yet, she wasn’t born yesterday.
She was an immensely successful journalist.
Soon she realized I wasn’t normal.
Her smart action not only startled and dumbfounded me.
It sent me in trance as well.
Bābarah Åālamgīr realized soon, it was not herself, Bābarah Åālamgīr that is, I was fucking.
It was Jamīlah Aurangzeb, her Ammī, my live in relationship partner, I was fucking.
Intense disappointment dawned on Bābarah Åālamgīr.
Yet she controlled herself and decided to play the role of her Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb.*
The family ate dinner that night.
Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī and I did most of the talking though.
“Oh, Durgesh. Guess who came by the other day?” Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī blurted out.
I looked blank.
“I don’t know. Who?”
Her Ammī shrieked happily.
“Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb!”
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her heart sink.
Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb had been a longtime girlfriend of mine when Arzumand Jahāngīr was just starting University.
She lived only a few houses down and since they were children, they used to play together.
Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb was only a few months younger than Arzumand Jahāngīr and Arzumand Jahāngīr knew Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb still had feelings for me.
Arzumand Jahāngīr could never hate Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb though, since Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb was a good friend of the family and Arzumand Jahāngīr used to look up to her as a big maternal cousin .
I felt Arzumand Jahāngīr staring at me.
Maybe she just wanted to see my reaction.
I tried to keep calm.
I still loved Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb, but more like a friend.
We had eventually broken up because we both wanted different things.
Even though we broke up our 2-year relationship, Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb still remained friends with the family.
Even with Arzumand Jahāngīr.
“Oh Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb? How is she now days?” I asked gravely.
“Well she is already finished with her doctor’s degree. I believe she recently started working at one of the hospitals here in town.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr cleared her throat to change the subject.
“So, Abbū, how is work for you?”
I felt myself proud hearing the jealous tone in Arzumand Jahāngīr’s voice.
She looked so cute when she got jealous.
Arzumand Jahāngīr just glared at me across the table as our eyes locked.
She was actually almost tuning out her Abbū as I went on about my job.
I’d been a wonderfully successful Sex Therapist for over 45 years now.
Arzumand Jahāngīr knew she was falling in love with me more each day.
And at that Moment it was strange, but she was yearning for me to be inside her.
Letting my Hindu manhood enter her as she exploded in ecstasy.
The way I made her cum like no other man ever could.
Later on that night we would make love again.
As the week went by, Arzumand Jahāngīr was glad it was getting closer to the weekend.
Friday afternoon she was just closing her office after spending a long day with Sakīnah Āftāb and finally being able to set up an easy to use program for the English class that was starting on Monday.
Arzumand Jahāngīr was walking out wearing her khaki pants and a low cut black button up top.
Her hair was down loose this time.
Sakīnah Āftāb watched her from her office as she walked out.
Her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body excited me every time, I saw her.
Sakīnah Āftāb hurried to close her own office to walk her outside.
Arzumand Jahāngīr was walking down the long hallway hoping not to bump into Wājidah Akbar, the rude and nasty girl that had been giving her dirty looks the whole week.
She heard loud footsteps behind her and saw it was Sakīnah Āftāb.
At least she was one of the few people in the tech department that was nice to her.
“Hey wait for me. Is it ok if I walk you to your car?” Sakīnah Āftāb asked catching up to Arzumand Jahāngīr.
Arzumand Jahāngīr nodded giving Sakīnah Āftāb a charming smile.
“Yes please. I hate walking out alone. Besides, I wouldn’t want to run into your friend. ”
Sakīnah Āftāb stopped in front of her looking baffled.
“What do you mean? You mean Wājidah Akbar?”
Arzumand Jahāngīr tightened her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips trying to keep herself from saying something crude about the blonde girl.
“Well yes. Sakīnah Āftāb, I take it she used to be with you and probably still has a thing for you?”
Sakīnah Āftāb sighed.
“Oh yeah. She is like a damn stalker. I’m sorry if she is treating you bad. Don’t worry I’ll have a talk with her.”
She looked more comfortable now as she walked out with Sakīnah Āftāb.
Luckily it didn’t seem that Wājidah Akbar was at the front desk.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt at ease now and excited to go home to her loving Durgesh.
Sakīnah Āftāb and Arzumand Jahāngīr approached Arzumand Jahāngīr’s car.
The parking lot looked almost empty with only about five cars left.
“Thank you Sakīnah Āftāb for walking me out. I appreciate it.” Arzumand Jahāngīr said extending her hand for a handshake.
Sakīnah Āftāb took her soft hand into her, accepting her handshake.
Her grip was tight on her hand and Arzumand Jahāngīr felt as if she didn’t want to let go.
“No problem Arzumand Jahāngīr. Hey listen by the way; I was just wondering if you’d ever like to go out with me. You know it doesn’t have to be a real date or anything, just hang out.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr was about to speak but Sakīnah Āftāb cut her off.
“It’s ok you can say no. I mean do you already have a Hindu boyfriend or someone you are seeing?”
Arzumand Jahāngīr beamed.
“Well actually I am sorta seeing someone. I’m sorry, Sakīnah Āftāb.”
Sakīnah Āftāb shrugged.
“It’s OK. I should have expected a really pretty girl like you to be already taken. Well I’ll see you Monday.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr went ahead and got in her car waving goodbye to Sakīnah Āftāb.
Sakīnah Āftāb stood there until she drove away.
“I’m not going to give up on you so easily Arzumand Jahāngīr,” Sakīnah Āftāb said to herself.
At least Sakīnah Āftāb thought she was alone.
She heard a female voice all of a sudden behind her.
It was Wājidah Akbar.
“So I see, she is your latest conquest huh Sakīnah Āftāb?”
Wājidah Akbar stood there wearing her sexy short blue jean skirt and a white and blue V-neck top.
Sakīnah Āftāb looked at her with fury in her eyes.
Why couldn’t she just get over me?
Why couldn’t Arzumand Jahāngīr want me as much as Wājidah Akbar did?
“So what if I want to get with her. What’s it to you?” Sakīnah Āftāb snapped at Wājidah Akbar.
Wājidah Akbar narrowed her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes at Sakīnah Āftāb .
“You know how much I still love you. I would do anything for you, Sakīnah Āftāb.”
Sakīnah Āftāb was starting to walk away slowly and turned around to look at Wājidah Akbar.
“Ok, anything? Then stay away from me and leave Arzumand Jahāngīr alone. She hasn’t done anything to you.”
With that, Sakīnah Āftāb walked away leaving Wājidah Akbar almost in tears.
It was more like tears of hate.
She’d dedicated her heart to Sakīnah Āftāb and now she just meets this new girl and she is suddenly crazy for her?
Wājidah Akbar was convinced that she hated Arzumand Jahāngīr.
She had to find a way to destroy her.
To get her out of Sakīnah Āftāb’s mind.
Arzumand Jahāngīr got home that night ready to see me.
She unlocked the apartment door and rushed inside.
It looked as if I still wasn’t home.
Then she heard the shower going off.
I opened the door walking out with just a towel wrapped around my waist.
Arzumand Jahāngīr looked at me giving me a devious smile.
I quietly walked to her giving her a nice warm hug.
She could smell the scent of my soap on my skin.
“Hmm Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! You got all clean for me?” She asked playfully.
I kissed her and stroked her hair.
“Yes I did. I knew you’d be coming home. I thought about you all day.”
We walked into my room holding hands.
Arzumand Jahāngīr knew she wanted to please me, in every way she could.
She knew what I’d been waiting for.
She was ready to show me how much she loved me.
She was ready to taste me.
Arzumand Jahāngīr stood in front of me anxiously waiting to take the towel off my body.
She’d been longing for my Uncut Hindu Cock all day.
Just kept thinking about how I’d feel inside her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.
She’d done oral sex, but she’d never dared swallowed.
Swallowing was always sort of an uncomfortable deed for her.
But with me, that would all change.
She loved me and wanted everything I had for her.
“Let me kiss you Arzumand Jahāngīr,” I said in a husky tone as I pulled her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body towards me.
Arzumand Jahāngīr fell into my strong Hindu arms easily.
She felt safe and loved in my Hindu embrace.
I stroked her flawless pretty Musalmān face and gently glided my Hindu lips over hers.
My hot breath warmed her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips nicely.
We kissed gently with our tongues meeting and locking.
I ran my hands all over her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.
I loved the way she felt.
Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body was so small, yet so sexy.
She was a grown Musalmān Beauty now.
It was hard for me to ever picture her as the flat chested little girl with braces.
Now she was all Musalmān Beauty, my Musalmān Beauty.
Arzumand Jahāngīr pulled away from me as I kept trying to kiss her.
She felt herself turn red, as she was about to perform a blowjob for me.
She looked down and saw My Uncut Hindu Cock already hard underneath my towel.
“Arzumand Jahāngīr? Why did you stop? Kiss me some more!” I smiled.
Arzumand Jahāngīr nodded and placed her finger on my lips.
“Shhh don’t say anything else Durgesh, my Hindu Love. I’m going to treat you like you treated me the other night.”
I looked confused for a minute and then had a huge smile on my face as I saw Arzumand Jahāngīr slowly getting down on her knees.
She looked so shy yet she seemed to know what to do.
I felt my heart race, feeling my towel fall to the ground.
Arzumand Jahāngīr looked up at me with desire.
My hard Uncut Hindu Cock was right in front of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face.
She’d never seen a sexier Uncut Hindu Cock than Mine.
The head was plump.
My Hindu precum was splattered all over her fingers as she grabbed my Uncut Hindu Cock in her hand.
She took a deep breath and slowly put the head in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.
I never took my eyes off her.
I watched her slurp up my Hindu precum.
Her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips smacked loudly against my Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Mmmmm!” I moaned aching for her whole mouth to deep throat me.
Arzumand Jahāngīr teased me swirling her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān tongue on the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock.
She ran the tip of her tongue on the slit as more precum trickled out.
I leaned my head back feeling the sweet sensation of Arzumand Jahāngīr’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān mouth.
“Take it all in your extremely beautiful Musalmān mouth, Arzumand Jahāngīr. Suck me. Suck your big Durgesh.” I rasped grabbing her hair.
Arzumand Jahāngīr obeyed and slowly inserted inch by inch of My Uncut Hindu Cock into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.
She could feel my Hindu veins on touching the insides of her cheeks.
She began to suck me off gliding her full lips back and forth hearing me groan in pleasure.
“Hmmmm that’s it. That’s it baby. Oh yes!” I blurted out in my Moment of contentment.
Arzumand Jahāngīr could taste me as she sucked me.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was big, but yet she still managed to put almost all of it in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.
If she put the rest in she was afraid she’d almost choke.
She felt me put my hands on her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face lifting it up to make her look up at me while she blew me.
I watched my beautiful little maternal cousin sucking on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I wanted her to look at me while she did it.
Her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips were tightly wrapped around my Uncut Hindu Lund and I could feel her putting more suction.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God! You look so sexy blowing me! I thought silently keeping my eyes on Arzumand Jahāngīr.
I was panting now feeling my balls swell up full of cum ready to shoot out in Arzumand Jahāngīr’s Musalmān mouth.
I couldn’t wait to see her reaction as she swallowed my Hindu cum.
The thought of her swallowing it made me more excited.
She’d have my Hindu cum in her Musalmān belly soon enough.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt My Uncut Hindu Cock twitch hard in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth and felt my body tighten.
I threw my head back as I came, in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.
Arzumand Jahāngīr jerked as she felt a big wad of my Hindu cum hit the back of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān throat.
That spurt was followed by more shots of cum entering her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.
I tasted incredible!
Arzumand Jahāngīr couldn’t believe she was guzzling down My Hindu cum.
It was her first taste of my Uncut Hindu Cock cream.
My Hindu cream.
I looked down as my eyes widened watching Arzumand Jahāngīr drink my jizz.
She swallowed it all!
So hot! I said to myself.
I made sure to keep my Uncut Hindu Cock in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth until she sucked me dry.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt the tangy salty flavor in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.
She let My Uncut Hindu Cock out of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth and kissed the head.
She stood up slowly putting her arms around me kissing my neck.
“I love you Durgesh, my Hindu Love. I loved tasting you.” Arzumand Jahāngīr said softly in such an innocent voice that turned me on.”
“I love you too. I wanna make love to you Arzumand Jahāngīr,” I responded lifting her up from the ground and onto my bed.
Arzumand Jahāngīr looked up at me while I began to take her clothes off.
It was going to be another night of passionate lovemaking with her sexy Durgesh.
That weekend Arzumand Jahāngīr and I decided to take care of cleaning up and taking care of the laundry.
After cleaning up, we went downtown to go buy Arzumand Jahāngīr some more clothes for work.
Arzumand Jahāngīr had informed me about her lack of work clothes and I’d voluntarily offered to buy her some outfits.
“I’ll pay you back once I get my life back on track.” Arzumand Jahāngīr promised as we walked down the street window-shopping.
“No need to pay me back. I’m doing it as a gift,” I replied sweetly.
We walked by several shops and the whole time, I wanted to hold her hand or put my arms around her.
I couldn’t of course in case we bumped into someone we might know.
We’d found some very nice outfits for Arzumand Jahāngīr.
She’d been sure to model them for me to get my approval.
We were in a one of downtown’s biggest shops and Arzumand Jahāngīr was trying on some skirts.
I stood outside the dressing room waiting for her.
She stepped out wearing a semi short white skirt.
“What ya think?” She asked softly.
“I like it. Just make sure we aren’t too short of skirts. I don’t want any guys hitting on you,” I teased.
Arzumand Jahāngīr giggled.
“You don’t have to worry about that. I only got eyes for you Durgesh, my Hindu Love.”
I wanted to take her right then and there but I had to calm down.
I had to make my erection go away.
After several hours of shopping we were both tired and decided to go have dinner at a small diner close to the shops.
It was almost getting dark and the streets still looked lively.
Arzumand Jahāngīr had ordered a shrimp basket and I a burger.
We ate chatting away talking about work.
Arzumand Jahāngīr didn’t really want to mention the fact that Sakīnah Āftāb had asked her out.
She didn’t think it was important for the time being.
She also hadn’t told me about Wājidah Akbar and how rude she’d been with her.
We sat there enjoying our dinner.
Enjoying each other’s presence.
I was in love.
I thought I had been in love with Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb, but no, with Arzumand Jahāngīr it felt different, it felt real.
“You know what we should do? We should get away from this town and maybe leave the state so I could be able to kiss you in public. To show strangers who don’t know us that I love you,” I suddenly said making Arzumand Jahāngīr smile.
“That sounds just so beautiful. I would love that. Maybe someday we could go far away and not have to hide our love.”
Monday morning came too quickly it seemed.
It was going to be a long week, Arzumand Jahāngīr thought to herself.
The next project was to set up another program in the library computer lab for biology majors.
Sakīnah Āftāb had assured her it wouldn’t take as long as the program they had set up in the English lab.
Once again Sakīnah Āftāb had chosen to work with Arzumand Jahāngīr in hopes of maybe still being able to get a date with her.
Wājidah Akbar sat and watched us walk downstairs to the computer lab.
She felt frustrated and angry.
Arzumand Jahāngīr probably knew how bad Sakīnah Āftāb wanted her and she was using it to every advantage that she could.
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The bright sun peeked into the room early the next day waking Arzumand Jahāngīr up.
She woke up thinking last night had all be a sexy wet dream.
She felt a warm strong body against her and turned around to see me fast asleep with my arms around her.
What I’m going to do with you DURGESH? I love you so much! Arzumand Jahāngīr said to herself.
She squirmed her way out of bed still nude as I woke up brushing my hand on her back.
“Good morning sweetheart,” Arzumand Jahāngīr said pleasantly.
“Hmmmm morning! It’s so good to wake up and see you all naked!” I playfully responded.
Arzumand Jahāngīr laughed to face me.
My eyes were glowing.
We looked so full of life.
She didn’t ever remember seeing me so contented.
My hair was a mess but I still managed to make her heartbeat accelerate.
“I’m going to get ready for work. I should get home a little after five that is if the traffic is nice to me.”
“Oh, do we really have to go to work? Can’t we call in and just make love all day?” I pouted.
Arzumand Jahāngīr reached over to touch my face.
I closed my eyes feeling her soft hand on my skin.
“I wish we could! You know this is only my second day at work. I could get fired.”
“Am I not a multi zillionaire?” I squeezed her gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pākistānī Musalmān buttocks.
“Sure you are.” Arzumand Jahāngīr smiled, “But you are, Not I.”
“Sālī, aren’t you my wife now?”
“Sure. Thanks for telling me. Yet, I still want to keep my work, sorry.”
“Oh, all right I guess. If you must, you must. Just give me a nice wet kiss before you take off to get dressed.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr grinned mischievously and leaned down to plant a hot sweet kiss on my Hindu male lips.
We kissed with so much power and furry.
Our tongues were gliding on each other as we shared a deep ashvinātam kiss.
“Ok, I have to get ready now,” Arzumand Jahāngīr, said laughing as she pulled away.
I held on to her hand and kissed it softly.
“Ok love. I have to get up myself.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr put a pot of coffee on, knowing I loved drinking coffee.
Arzumand Jahāngīr then went off to get dressed.
She put her brown hair up, dressed in her black pants and white button up shirt.
She wanted to look as professional as possible, which was hard considering most of her wardrobe was still a University wardrobe.
“Durgesh, love, I’m going now. I put on some coffee for you.”
I was already getting my clothes ready.
I rushed to Arzumand Jahāngīr and gave her a mighty hug.
I squeezed her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body and Arzumand Jahāngīr felt almost suffocated.
“Hey! Watch out! You’re going me to squeeze into death!” She shrieked.
I slowly let her go and kissed her once again.
“Have a good day at work, Babe.”
“You too.” Arzumand Jahāngīr reached up to kiss me goodbye.
Arriving to her office that day, she hurried being about three minutes late.
She quickly opened up her office door and started to arrange her desk.
She turned on her computer to read the office e-mails.
She was just starting to read her first e-mail when she heard light tapping at her door.
She looked up to see Sakīnah Āftāb the young woman who had been so kind to show her around.
“H-hi,” Arzumand Jahāngīr said stammering as the young woman caught her by surprise.
Sakīnah Āftāb smiled sweetly at her.
“Well good morning Ms. Jahāngīr. Listen, I just came by to let you know that you and I are going to be working on the next program that has to be set up for an English lab.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr nodded.
“Oh Ok. What time do we need to go?”
“Well actually in a few minutes. I know it’s sudden, I was going to do this project with Wājidah Akbar, she works downstairs, but I would rather work with you.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face turn red.
“Oh? Why me?”
“Because you’re new and I want to see what you’re capable of. Besides, you’re so much pleasant than Wājidah Akbar.”
“More pleasant? You just met me yesterday!” Arzumand Jahāngīr giggled.
“Yeah I know, but I’ve known Wājidah Akbar for a few years now and believe me, I think anyone is more pleasant than she is.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr rolled her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes.
“OK whatever, let me just read my e-mails and I’ll meet you downstairs?”
Sakīnah Āftāb winked at her and slowly walked away.
Arzumand Jahāngīr’s blue eyes were still glued on her.
Arzumand Jahāngīr went on to reading her e-mails and gathered up her things to go meet Sakīnah Āftāb downstairs.
As she passed by the main tech desk, she heard a mutter.
Arzumand Jahāngīr turned around and saw a blonde girl with short hair eyeing her up and down.
“Excuse me? Did you say something?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked the girl.
“No. I was talking to myself.” The girl responded sarcastically.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt the girl’s green eyes piercing at her.
“By the way, are you Arzumand Jahāngīr?” The girl said loudly as Arzumand Jahāngīr was starting to walk away.
“Yes that’s me. And you are?”
“I’m Wājidah Akbar. I’m a really good friend of Sakīnah Āftāb’s.” She responded haughtily.
“Oh that’s right. She did mention you. Nice to meet you.” Arzumand Jahāngīr courteously extended her hand.
The blonde just picked up her huge nail filer and filed her nails wickedly.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt a rush of anger go through her but she stayed calm.
“Well I better go, Sakīnah Āftāb is waiting for me.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr walked away hearing Wājidah Akbar saying more things about her.
Arzumand Jahāngīr didn’t care, yet she couldn’t figure out why this girl had such animosity against her.
Down at the English lab, Sakīnah Āftāb and Arzumand Jahāngīr brainstormed over a new program that was requested by the English department.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt nervous since this was going to be her first program to do.
Sakīnah Āftāb made things easy though.
Arzumand Jahāngīr joked around and made her feel at ease with her patience.
“So by when do we need to have this program done?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked as they went around the lab turning on the computers.
“Oh by next week. It’s always like that. They let us know a week before classes start.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr sighed sounding disappointed.
Sakīnah Āftāb looked at her closely.
She was a very sexy young lady.
Arzumand Jahāngīr had never met anyone with so much beauty to be such a wonderful person inside.
She loved the fact that she looked so innocent as well.
Her fragile little body rested against one of the computer cubicles.
Arzumand Jahāngīr would love to just take her and feel every part of her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body withh er mouth, her hands!
“Are you OK? Look don’t worry we’ll get this done. I know we can. You’re a very smart girl Arzumand Jahāngīr, I just know it.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr couldn’t help but smile.
She was sure they’d get this done in time.
Sakīnah Āftāb’s eyes continued to stare at Arzumand Jahāngīr.
Allah! God she is so pretty! I want her. I know I’m going to get her.
Back in the library Wājidah Akbar was busy filing up some program sheets when she heard a loud female voice calling out her name.
She turned to see the pretty dark haired Al Rashīdah Al Shams.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams was Sakīnah Āftāb’s cousin and Wājidah Akbar’s best friend.
They both got along well with their vindictive attitudes.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams always liked Wājidah Akbar for her cousin Sakīnah Āftāb.
Sakīnah Āftāb on the other hand, had another woman in mind.
Wājidah Akbar and Sakīnah Āftāb had dating for a short period and then Sakīnah Āftāb had decided to leave her because of her possessive ways.
Wājidah Akbar still was in love with Sakīnah Āftāb and Arzumand Jahāngīr knew it.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams knew Wājidah Akbar was good for her cousin.
Besides being her best friend, Wājidah Akbar came from a nice rich family, which Al Rashīdah Al Shams liked.
“Wājidah Akbar! Hey what’s going on?” Al Rashīdah Al Shams asked as she walked closer wearing her awfully short white miniskirt and blue halter-top.
Wājidah Akbar didn’t smile.
She felt pissed off that Arzumand Jahāngīr was the girl Sakīnah Āftāb chose to work with instead of her, like she always used to.
“Hey Al Rashīdah Al Shams,” Wājidah Akbar responded weakly.
“Alright Wājidah Akbar, what’s the deal? Why are you pissed off now?”
Wājidah Akbar tried to keep calm.
“Well your cousin obviously doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams frowned. “What? Why do you say that?”
“Well because today I was supposed to work with her on a new project, and then all of a sudden I hear she doesn’t want to work with me, she wants to work with Arzumand Jahāngīr!”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams looked confused.
“Arzumand Jahāngīr? Is she new?”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams used to visit her cousin and best friend all the time, so she’d gotten to know the staff quite well.
Now Al Rashīdah Al Shams was taking some summer classes to catch up from being away from University in the spring.
“Yes she is new! And you know she walks around like she is totally innocent when probably deep down she is a Musalmān slut of Durgesh!”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams laughed loudly.
“Oh Wājidah Akbar, you are making a big deal. Look, don’t worry; I’ll talk to my cousin for you.”
“Don’t bother Al Rashīdah Al Shams; I’ve got the hots for this girl. I just know it. I can see the silly look on her face.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams nodded.
“Wājidah Akbar, Wājidah Akbar, Wājidah Akbar. Look, just leave it to me. I’ll find out for sure if she really likes this girl. Maybe she is just trying to make you jealous?”
Wājidah Akbar took a deep breath.
“Well I just hope you are right. I mean this girl can’t be little Ms. Perfect.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr got late that night after fighting off the five o’clock traffic.
I usually got home an hour later.
She got in the apartment and decided to go see what she could cook up for us.
She looked around everywhere and it seemed we didn’t have any food.
Oh Great! No food and I’m starving! I know Durgesh will be starving.
She groaned in frustration throwing herself on the couch.
She turned on the TV to watch the evening news.
She thought about her day and how Sakīnah Āftāb, had been so sweet with her.
Yet, her coworker, Wājidah Akbar, had been such a bitch to her.
Arzumand Jahāngīr was closing her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes almost falling asleep, when she heard the door being opened.
She quickly scrambled to her feet in surprise.
Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face lit up seeing me come in.
“Hi sweetheart!” She rushed to me putting her arms around me.
“Mmmm so good to come hometo you.” I replied giving Arzumand Jahāngīr a sweet kiss on her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips.
“Listen, I wasn’t able to cook up anything. I think we’re out of food.”
“It’s Ok love. Let’s order a pizza and tomorrow I’ll go grocery shopping. I’m going to work until noon tomorrow anyway.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr sighed heavenly.
“Oh babe, you are so good to me. Letting me live with you and treating me so good.”
“You deserve it Arzumand Jahāngīr. Besides Arzumand Jahāngīr, I’m crazy about you.”
“I love you Durgesh, my Hindu Love.” Arzumand Jahāngīr kissed me seductively letting her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth part and my tongue enter her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.
We kissed with passion, love, and desire.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body tingle as I held her close.
My hands slid up and down her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.
I felt every Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān curve she had.
My hands rubbed her firm Musalmān buttocks and Arzumand Jahāngīr moaned as we kissed.
My arms were so strong around her, making her feel secure and loved.
My kisses trailed down her neck while she leaned her head back.
My hands reached up to pull the pins she had on her hair, letting her hair fall down to her beautiful Pākistānī Musalmān shoulders.
“I want you so much right now Arzumand Jahāngīr. I want to taste you.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr blushed hearing me telling her sexy things.
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I want you too. I’m so horny for you right now!”
I picked her up and took her to my room gently laying her on my bed.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body recline on the bed.
I stood there looking at her full of passion.
I picked up one of her legs and slid off her black clog.
Then I picked up the other leg and slid of that shoe as well.
I rubbed my hands up and down her legs reaching up to unbutton her pants.
Arzumand Jahāngīr stared anxiously waiting to see what I would do next.
I easily managed to slowly slide her pants off her womanly hips and down her long legs.
She was left there with her white silky panties.
I then moved my hands on Arzumand Jahāngīr’s top, slowly unbuttoning her white shirt.
It fell open letting me consume her gorgeous Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān body.
She had on a white lacey bra underneath her shirt.
I looked closely at Arzumand Jahāngīr half naked lying there waiting for me to take control of her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.
Eīshān, she is beautiful.
I bowed down to kiss her as my hands ran up her smooth Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān thighs.
Arzumand Jahāngīr’s legs were wrapping around My Hindu waist pulling me closer to her.
She could feel my hard Uncut Hindu Lund against her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot as she squeezed my Hindu body up against hers.
“DURGESH, I love you,” Arzumand Jahāngīr cooed.
“I want to kiss your excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot Arzumand Jahāngīr. Can I?” I teased her sounding so horny.
Arzumand Jahāngīr moaned feeling heat churning in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
“Mhmmmm yes! Taste me, Durgesh. Oooh kiss me there!”
I dove down between Arzumand Jahāngīr’s legs spreading us wide as I looked at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt over her panties.
I could see she was already soaked with her juices.
I grabbed her panties on each side and took them off as I licked my lips looking at her delicious shaved excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.
I lunged down between her legs and parted her pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt lips letting her slick swollen clit sneak out.
I looked at her glorious glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān clit and I knew she wanted me to rub it with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I put the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund on it feeling the slippery juices on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Arzumand Jahāngīr automatically let out a loud moan.
I started rubbing her slowly then little by little sped up my rhythm.
Arzumand Jahāngīr‘s excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot was throbbing as I rubbed her.
She couldn’t keep her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body steady feeling herself squirm around.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was making her want to explode harder than she ever thought she would.
I felt her juices ooze out with each stroke of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I rubbed on her glorious glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān clit now it as it throbbed on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I placed my hands on her little waist to keep her from moving around so much.
Her legs were almost kicking and her moans were increasing.
“Mmmggghhhh, oooohhh yesssss!” She called out loudly letting her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts out of her bra.
I played with her tits while I kissed her out.
Her nipples were hard as a rock as I pinched them with my fingers.
It was amazing the way I was pleasing her with incredible Hindu lust.
I ran myr hands on her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts feeling them get more sensitive as she reached her climax.
I was busy rubbing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I did long strokes with my Uncut Hindu Lund up and down her wet Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān slit.
I poked my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot hole while my Uncut Hindu Lund was rubbing her glorious glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān clit.
That was all it took to feel Arzumand Jahāngīr cum hard.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body stiff.
She couldn’t move for a Moment and then she trembled madly feeling herself cum on My Uncut Hindu Lund.
I had my Uncut Hindu Lund buried deepest inside her Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān fuck hole and she was cumming.
She was cumming hard!
“Ommmgghhhhh! I’m c-cumming! Oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I’m cumming!” Arzumand Jahāngīr cried out.
I felt her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body quiver and her juices were oozing out fast like water.
I enjoyed up her Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān juices on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I didn’t wanna miss any thing Arzumand Jahāngīr had to offer me.
Arzumand Jahāngīr slowly felt her heart beat slow down and her legs felt like jell-o.
I got myself back and dove down to kiss her.
We kissed intensely.
“Oh you are so delicious. So precious.” I was kissing on her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.
Arzumand Jahāngīr was about to ask me to let her suck on my hard Uncut Hindu Lund.
She wanted to taste my Hindu cum in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.
She wanted so badly to have me just drop a big wad of my Hindu cum down her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān throat.
“DURGESH, I want to suck your-” She was cut off by a ringing on the doorbell.
I moved over to the window.
“Hell! It’s your Ammījān and Abbū!” I said quietly.
Arzumand Jahāngīr’s eyes widened.
She quickly stumbled to get her clothes back on.
Luckily I was still clothed.
She panicked hoping her orthodox Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān parents would not be able to sense the smell of sex in the air.
“Go ahead and get dressed, I’ll go entertain them for the time being.” I closed the door behind me.
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