DSM Satyarthi

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter Fourteen

Fareed Zoberlon could not control himself when his Abbū, Waħīd Zoberlon, informed him,

“Fareed, Åābidah wants to marry you.”

Fareed Zoberlon looked at his twin sister Farīdah Zoberlon.

“Tell him, Bājī, why can’t I marry anyone.”

Even his twin, Farīdah Zoberlon was elder to Fareed Zoberlon.

“Abbū,” Farīdah Zoberlon addressed her father, “Åābidah Åbbās Hāshmī is after Fareed Zoberlon’s estate. Why don’t you understand?”

Waħīd Zoberlon watched his offsprings curtly.

“He has to share his estate with a girl. Hasn’t he?”

“I’m not a ‘He’. I’m a ‘She’.” Fareed Zoberlon all but thundered at his Abbū.

“Not completely even yet.”

“But most of the time even then.”

“His transformation into a female is almost complete, Abbū.” Farīdah Zoberlon informed her Abbū gravely.

“Åābidah Åbbās Hāshmī has claim on our estate in Nexon too.” Waħīd Zoberlon said.

“Yes, but our estate in Nexon is almost negligible as compared to our estate in Solaria.” Farīdah Zoberlon said gravely.

“Well,” Fareed Zoberlon looked at his twin elder sister, “Solaria’s diameter is 9, 500 miles. It is the outermost of the three planets and the only inhabited one.”

Chapter 15

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More Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Prelude to Ten Commandments

2.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

3. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

4. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

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Other interesting writings from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Maamekam sharan’am vraj

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1.  More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2. Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3.  Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam

Prelude to Ten Commandments

DSM Satyarthi

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

CHAPTER THREE

THE MYSTERIOUS SWIMMER

D r. Alberta Jacoby Pitt started to enjoy me inside her.

It was the historical year of 2220 A.D.

The Hindus called it 1,97,29,49,321 Creations Era, and Alberta Jacoby Pitt loved the concept, even though she was a Christian.

The world scenario had changed quite a lot since 2001 A.D., 1, 97, 29,49,2002 C.E.

Dr. Alberta Jacoby Pitt remembered it started to change itself in the year 1975 A.D., 1,97,29,49,076 C.E.

Durgesh invented the Supreme Science, naming it Eishān Vigyān.

She smiled, looking at me with all the feminine love, all the femininity, and all the tenderness in the Multiverse itself.

“Why Eishān Vigyān? Why an altogether new name? Why not Tantr itself, as it was named before? ” Dr. Alberta Jacoby Pitt was only two years younger than me.

In the year 1975 A.D., 1,97,29,49,076 S.S., my own age was 26 years.

Perhaps I was the youngest Vishύarshi, Hindu Vishύ ever had since a long time.

Dr. Alberta Jacoby Pitt was enormously beautiful.

Lying on her back there with me, she could not forget, it was only due to me, she was a scientist today.

Born in an orthodox Roman Catholic Christian family, she was chosen to become a nun originally.

“Durgesh!” Dr. Alberta Jacoby Pitt called me again, kissing me with the entire tenderness not Alien to her character.

“Yes, darling!” I myself kissed her violently.

My experienced eyes were also filled with the same tenderness towards her.

Both of my masculine hands were on her gorgeous, attractive, startling and dazzling Roman Catholic buttocks.

I was caressing both of them simultaneously at the same time.

“You haven’t answered my question even now.”

“Sorry, sorry.” I laughed with tenderness and love for Dr. Alberta Jacoby Pitt again, “I am afraid; the Hindus have lost not only their original glory, but their original science also.”

Dr. Alberta Jacoby Pitt looked at me with penetrating eyes, “Returning to the old orthodox Hinduism?”

I laughed again,

“And if I say ‘Yes’, if my answer is in the affirmative, Shall this Hindu Playboy of yours loose his charming and dazzlingly beautiful Roman Catholic Christian girl friend, Dr. Alberta Jacoby Pitt? ”

Dr. Alberta Jacoby Pitt eyed me as if deciding how to answer my blunt question.

Then she smiled,

“This Hindu Playboy of mine is my own choice. Once upon a time, there was a brilliant girl, Miss Alberta Jacoby Abraham, dying to know, to learn, to study, what the science was. Nobody helped her, except this Hindu Playboy of mine.”

“It was only natural, Darling!” I smiled meaningfully, “Being a Hindu it was quite natural for me that I wanted to play with the honor and self respect of the Roman Catholic Christians.”

For an instant, she found herself stunned, dumbfounded, and speechless.

But soon she recaptured her self-control.

“I am sorry again, Durgesh, that I suspected you of it.” Dr. Alberta Jacoby Pitt laughed good-naturedly and sweetly, swallowing my Dvij Hindu penis again and again into her tight, firm, beautiful and devoted to me, Roman Catholic Christian cunt, “What was left there for you to play with? Hadn’t I, myself, already played with the so called honor and the so called self respect of the Roman Catholic Christians, while you were sleeping and notwithstanding to be a nun, of the Universal Church of the Vatican city itself, Sister Alberta Jacoby Abraham, I, myself, went to you? ”

“Dr. Alberta Jacoby Pitt! My beloved! I still do not believe, your father and mother, themselves, allowed you to do so.”… Sister Alberta Jacoby Abraham, a nun, of the Universal Church of the Vatican City itself, stepped into the bedroom, where I, Durgesh for her, as I was to the other countless Muslimāt and non-Muslimāt young Årab Muslimāt Beauties, lay sleeping on top of the greenish orange silk sheets.

The soft glow of moonlight, coming in through the window, bathing my nude masculine body, called to her mind a marble sculpture she had seen in a museum.

Looking past me, to the full-length mirror, covering the opposite wall, Sister Alberta Jacoby Abraham, respected and cherished by each and every one, saw her own glorious and majestically magnificent body, reflected.

Nevertheless, Sister Alberta Jacoby Abraham sighed.

She came to me, and lowered her delightful and luminously beautiful eyes to my warm, nice, manly, stripped masculine body. Consciously, well knowingly, deliberately, intentionally, willfully, on purpose, the nun of the Universal Church of the Vatican City itself, Sister Alberta Jacoby Abraham, slid her one hand, down.

Her beautiful fingers raked until she began to shiver.

I was more delicious-looking now to her, than when she saw me before.

Trembling, shivering, shaking, quivering, quaking, shuddering, on account of a holy, sacred, consecrated, hallowed, sanctified, blessed, divine, righteous, saintly awe, Sister Alberta Jacoby Abraham, knew that I was the One, she was made for.

I was the One; she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

Entangled with, intertwined with, entwined with, knotted with the unique masculine Cadaver, the unique masculine body, strong, physically powerful, powerfully built, beefy, muscular, strapping, hefty, sturdy, well-built, firm, hard-hitting, pleasing, pleasurable, stalwartly built.

The unique masculine cadaver, that she had seen, she had observed, she had intelligenced.

Only 16 years old and as deliriously in love with science as ever she often wondered if she would ever grow out of it.

And at the same time, she knew she would not.

Charming and dazzling, beautiful Sister Alberta Jacoby Abraham, began to shiver.

She could not believe her own very eyes.

In her only 17th year, she could not believe, what the Communists and the other atheists believed.

It was Vatican City, The only Holy City, the Catholics thought on the Earth.

The new Vishύarshi of Hindu Vishύ, Durgesh, was not totally unknown to the 16 year old, dazzlingly beautiful nun, Sister Alberta Jacoby Abraham.

Being an extra-ordinary intelligent, young, girl, she had heard quite good of me.

He is a miracle.

He has started to woo beautiful young Årab Musalmān girls, even since he was only four years old.

Even at that age, he was able to satisfy fully-grown beautiful young Årab Musalmān girls.

They liked him more than they liked even the boys of their own age. Sister Alberta Jacoby Abraham had passed that age now.

She was 16 years old now, Durgesh being 18 years old.

I kissed Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb.

Fascinated by my sheer Dvij Hindu masculine handsomeness Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb felt her stunned.

She had always seen me with her own daughters, both in my Durgesh and Rām Bachhalya cadavers, and with the other lovely, glorious, and strikingly beautiful daughters of Janak Chaturvedī, born from his other beautiful wives as well, but she was my mother-in-law then.

My Dvij Hindu, masculine handsome chest was broad and lightly furred.

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb saw even the legends like Allāh, Saiyadā Fātimā, Åāyeshā Siddīquā, etc with me, always, yet even they were also stunned by my ever-increasing Dvij masculine handsomeness.

Not only Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb but also each and every young girl and lady, present there, was staring unashamedly at my unique Dvij masculine handsome manhood, fascinated.

Each and every one of them knew, I was the stoutest stallion, no doubt.

Tearing her lovely and beautiful gaze away from my Dvij masculine handsome groin, Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb glanced down, somewhat ashamed of her blunt lovely and beautiful gaze, looking unashamedly at my Dvij masculine handsome groin.

But the shame did not last long.

She was being continuously bombarded by the time cycle, causing continuously increasing twitching and burnings, generating thus a continuous longing for me.

Her gaze returned to me.

And this time she did not look away.

I chuckled, aware of where her lovely and beautiful eyes had taken her.

With consummate Dvij masculine handsome grace, I sat down at the edge of the pool.

There were numerous countless stars in the sky of Dvivedī-Mithilā settlement, as they were seen from other skies as well.

Among them, there was a particular star with its small system of worlds.

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb was also watching it.

As soon as I realized it, I smiled again.

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb laughed sweetly, winking at me, meaningfully closing her beautiful left eye,

“My dear son-in-law! Want your mother-in-law also, along with my beautiful, good-looking, attractive daughters?”

“You have approached me today, darling! I hope you enjoyed me!” “Oh! Come on!” She laughed good-naturedly again, “You know very well, I was controlling the time cycle.”

Originally, the name of the settlement was Rotor.

Janus Pitt was the head of the department of Exploration and Commerce.

Janak Bachhalyā was enjoying his sexual intercourse, smiling then, with Imāmzādī Al Fātimah Al Wahab,

“Janus Pitt is not honest, Imāmzādī Al Fātimah Al Wahab! Earth is not right in bringing the persons like Janus Pitt into power.”

Vipr Datt Chaturvedī observed his wife Imāmzādī Al Fātimah Al Wahab, with obvious distaste.

“Janak Bachhalyā Shrī!” Vipr Datt Chaturvedī smiled, “It is not the Earth. It is Chaturvedī ImāmzādīWorld. Save the problems of the Earth for the Earth-People themselves. Being the citizen of Chaturvedī Imāmzādī World, we should concentrate ourselves to the problems of our own world, Chaturvedī Imāmzādī World… Earth is fully capable to take care of itself.”

Both Janak Bachhalyā and Imāmzādī Al Fātimah Al Waħāb did not agree with Vipr Datt Chaturvedī.

Janak Bachhalyā kept a close watch over Janus Pitt.

Therefore, as soon as the settlement Rotor started for Nemesis, Janak Bachhalyā and Imāmzādī Al Fātimah Al Waħāb approached Janus Pitt.

“We know, Janus Pitt! Where you Rotarians are going and we consider it a good idea that the Earth People must be informed of your destination.” Janak Bachhalyā smiled.

In a manner totally devoid of expressions, Janus Pitt saw Dr.Usmā lslām Umm Maimoonā.

“Nobody, except you could have informed Durgesh, Usma! I am confident of it.”

Dr.Usmā lslām Umm Maimoona smiled,

“Exactly.”

There was no sign of any sort of contrition on her face.

She was more vivacious instead and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying.

Janus Pitt knew better than to protest and be undignified.

As far as his security was concerned, he knew very well that he was safe.

He had lost the game, but not altogether.

Smiling as if nothing had happened, he said, without any hesitation at all,

“I should have known better, Dr.Usmā lslām Umm Maimoona! Shouldn’t I?”

“Of course!” Dr.Usmā lslām Umm Maimoona herself was smiling also, “You should have certainly known better. We are not new acquaintances now. ”

“I forgot, even each and every young, beautiful girl is too thirsty of Durgesh to resist, and you being an Årabian Muslim, the resistance was more improbable. ”

This time Dr.Usmā lslām Umm Maimoona laughed,

“If Allāh hadn’t made any girl or woman in the creations, Janus! The men had destroyed all of themselves quite far before now. ”

Looking at Dr.Usmā lslām Umm Maimoona, I myself smiled,

“Janus!

‘Sā vishvāyuh sā vishvkarmā sā vishvdhāyāh. Indrasý tvā bhāgagvong soménātanachmi, vishño! havyagvong rax.’

Ved 2Y/1/4

“So, You have chosen what you had chosen before, Dr.Usmā lslām Umm Maimoona?” Janus Pitt again smiled.

This time ironically though.

Dr.Usmā lslām Umm Maimoona observed,

“You hadn’t left me any other alternative, Janus! I warned you, I didn’t want to take part in any conspiracy against human beings.”

Janus Pitt saw Dr.Usmā lslām Umm Maimoona gravely,

“I myself belong to the category, Doctor!”

“So I thought!” Dr.Usmā lslām Umm Maimoona said dryly.

Janus Pitt laughed,

“Oh, Come on, Doctor! Certainly you don’t mean I am inhuman!” “Why shouldn’t I?”

Janus Pitt saw her in astonishment.

“When I came to you, Janus Pitt! You treated me as if I was a nobody. I was not. I was an astronomer. I was a Scientist. And as such, I deserved a lot far better behavior from you.”

Janus Pitt saw her in astonishment again,

“Oh, My goodness! Are you telling me, you killed the project only for I hadn’t treated you well?”

“It was certainly a factor.” Dr. Usmā Islām Umm Maimoonā observed Janus Pitt gravely, “But it was certainly not all.”

“I am listening.”

“You should. You must. ”Curtly Dr. Usmā Islām Umm Maimoonā said.

How can she forget, she had to change even her name so that her sincerity might be believed?

Janus Pitt surrendered.

He had no other alternative.

“I accept your proposal for the sake of survival of humanity.” Ultimately, he said.

Surrendering his wife, Alberta Jacoby Pitt, to Janak Bachhalyā, for me, Janus Pitt laughed, when he found that despite the stunning beauty, despite the breath taking startling beauty, of his wife, Alberta Jacoby Pitt, Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb strongly opposed the surrender in misunderstanding.

“The Bachhalyās are made only for Brahm Kanyās and us Imāmzādī Brahmāñīs.”

Sunaýnā Rājpût coughed, but Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb was smart enough not to take any notice of her.

All my infinite Årabian Muslimāt wives, all my other infinite Muslimāt wives, all my almost infinite Brāhmañ wives, all my Rājpõõt wives, all my Christian wives, and all my Jews wives smiled.

I had wives of each and every creed and culture.

A good number of them being atheists also though I am an ardent believer in God.

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb was again smart enough not to take any notice of them even.

Both Janus Pitt and his wife, Alberta Jacoby Pitt, laughed heartedly. . “Perhaps even the Bachhalyās are made for you Årab Musalmān girls and Årab Musalmān Beauties only, by Allah Himself.” Alberta Jacoby Pitt smiled sarcastically.

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb also joined in the laughter,

“Why not? We Årab Musalmān girls and Årab Musalmān Beauties worship Allah. Why should He not provide us the Bachhalyās as our lovers and as our husbands while we love them? ”

Mildred was lying on her back.

“Sometimes I think Durgesh! You are overconfident.’’

I smiled.

“But,” She continued, “When I see the results, I find me quite astonished to see that you always succeed.’’

Smiling again, I kissed her passionately,

“Mildred darling! Nobody succeeds always. Everybody has his part of failures also.’’

She observed me deeply,

“Meaning even you?”

I laughed heartedly,

“Meaning even I, What do you think I am Mildred! Some supernatural being?”

“Why not?”

“Why do you think so? I’ve told you so many times, there isn’t any supernatural being anywhere.”

“Aren’t you immortal?”

“I am, darling! I am. However, so are others also. ”

“Because you told them, and in fact you taught them how to be immortal.”

“It’s my duty.It was the reason I am made for: ‘Make all better.’ ‘Indram vardhanto apturah kr’ñvanto vishvamāryam, apaghnanto arāvñah.’

Ved:1R/9/63/5”

“You are a devout Hindu, Durgesh! Aren`t you?” Mildred laughed teasingly.

“Of course I’m a devout Hindu and I’m proud of being so.”

Enjoying me inside her fully to the hilt Mildred smiled.

“If it’s the case why shouldn’t I be proud of myself being a Christian?”

“You should certainly be, darling! Every person has a right of self-respect whether male or female, whether Hindu or Christian–

‘Ved, Bible, and Qurān, the trio if we have.

Don’t worry of the humanity then ever, the trio will save.’ ”

She kissed me proudly.

Mildred Robert Lincoln came into my life in 1839 A.D., 1, 97,29, 48,940 S.S.

Her cousin was the great Abraham Lincoln the President of United States of America, famous in the history.

My mind went into the period.

Mildred told me then,

“He is not as great, Durgesh! as you think. There are so many, numerous, important, differences between Douglas and the Republicans.”

James Buchanan was the President of America then since 1856 A.D., 1,97,29,48,957 S.S.

Della Roger was his agent.

She squirmed.

“I’m unable to understand, Durgesh! why are you preferring Abraham Lincoln over James Buchanan, the President of America since 1856 A.D, now. I don’t think Abraham Lincoln has any political future. He could not convince even his cousin, his views are right. ”

“It proves his beliefs in democracy, Della! He might have compelled Mildred to back him up, yet he didn’t do it. ”

Della Roger felt embarrassed.

She squirmed again.

James Buchanan, even though he was the President of America since 1856 A.D., was not so sure of his grounds.

His Election Agent had appointed her to woo Durgesh, as he knew the miraculous control Durgesh had on American youth.

Especially the young American beauties were dying to have Durgesh as their ardent and devout lover.

Even the young boys were not jealous of Durgesh over it.

Instead, Durgesh had become their unanimous hero.

“James Buchanan, the present President of America since 1856 A.D., belongs to the Democratic party. He won his presidential election in 1856 with18, 38,169 popular votes, and 174 electoral votes over his contemporaries, John C. Fremont from Republican Party and Millard Fillmore from American Party. ” She said.

Both the parties, the Democratic Party and the Republican Party were most popular political parties of America those days. “Sorry, Della!”Dorothy could not keep silence, “Even after being the daughter of John C.Fremont from Republican Party I had promised you to work with you in this election. I didn’t know, even Durgesh was not with you. ”

Della Roger smiled,

“Who says Durgesh is not with me?”

“I am with her, Dorothy!”I said myself, smiling.

“Just listen yourself.” Della Roger was still smiling.

Dorothy Fremont seemed perplexed somewhat.

She looked at me in obvious uncertainty,

“What do you yourself have to say, Durgesh?”

“Nothing, darling! I’ve absolutely nothing to say. ”

Mildred Robert Lincoln laughed,

“Bađo naŧkhaŧ hai rī, Kr’shñ Kanhaiyā. Kā karé Yashodā maiyā?” ” Kr’shñ Kanhaiyā is very mischievous. What the mother Yashodā can do?”

“I don’t think, Sis! we have to do anything. ”My mother in Dvāpar era, Yashodā, smiled teasingly looking towards Devkī Ātreý, my real mother in Dvāpar era, “Neither Yashodā has to do anything nor Devkī Ātreý.”

Devkī Ātreý was my real mother in Dvāpar era.

She laughed confirming Yashodā, my second mother in Dvāpar era.

“Exactly right, Yashodā! Why should we interfere between our son and our disobeying daughters in law, the Rādhās, Rukmiñis, Lalitās etc. of the Kali era? ”

“I have objection, mother in law!” Mildred smiled, “As far as all of us, your daughters in law are concerned, we have never disobeyed any one of you till now.”

“Liar!” My real mother in Dvāpar era, Devkī Ātreý, laughed again, “Haven’t we asked you to marry our son, Durgesh, and almost all of you tolerated our proposal lying to us this way or that way?”

A pin drop silence followed there.

Then it was Mildred Robert Lincoln again who broke the silence.

“Mother! Mother in law! Mothers in law! None of you is unfamiliar of the unfavorable milieu of America nowadays. Even though we love Durgesh, the fact remains that all of us are white  girls, whereas Durgesh is not white. These days the white Americans hate the blacks as much as they believe: the blacks are born to be the slaves of the whites. ”

I smiled,

“Even if I am a black one, Millie! I’ve attracted more white  girls than any white young chap has attracted. ”

“It’s only in the favor of your debonair personality, Durgesh!” Dorothy Fremont said, “The other black ones are still being treated as if they are the slaves of the whites.”

Those were the days when none could imagine Barrack Hussein Obama would be the President of USA one day.

“It’s because they have been brought from Africa and even from India for the sole purpose, ab initio, slavery.”I said gravely. “And you are not one of them?”Stella Johnson teased me.

She was from Tennessee and nobody knew then in America except me and my ardent followers Dvij Hindus, who had come with me, or else, to improve the time cycle; that her father, Andrew Johnson was one of the future Presidents of United States of America (1865-1869 A.D.;1,97,29,48,966-970 S.S./C.E.).

“If I would’ve been one of them virtually all of you white American  girls wouldn’t have been falling for me like a ton of bricks.”

Stella Andrew Johnson laughed heartedly.

She did not believe that I had come to USA, in this historical period of the great Abraham Lincoln, from 2001 A.D.; 1,97,29,49,102 S.S. /C.E.

And why only Stella Andrew Johnson should be blamed, almost none of them believed then that it was so, including then even Mildred Robert Lincoln also.

“Only for he is a black magician from the mysterious country of snakes and black magic, India, having infinite miraculous masculine charms for our young Årab Musalmān girls and young Årab Musalmān Beauties; he wants us Americans to believe: he is a supernatural being, immortal and the Supreme Leader of Mankind. ”

“But he is, brother! I suspect.” Mildred Robert Lincoln contradicted Andrew Johnson.

Andrew Johnson laughed,

“I don’t blame you my child.”

“Don’t ‘child’ me.” Indignantly she interjected, “I am old enough to be your sis, not to be your child.”

Abraham Lincoln was smiling playfully,

“Andrew!” He said, “My cousin is only two years younger than me. I was born in Kentucky in 1809 and she was born in the same Kentucky in 1811.She has quite a sense of self-respect even. ”

Andrew Johnson kept smiling.

He did not feel offended even.

Mildred Robert Lincoln was his sister’s friend.

And as so, he loved Mildred Robert Lincoln also as if she was his own sister.

“Okay, Okay, Sis!” He kept smiling, “At present, we have more problems than your Supreme Leader of Mankind.”

“My dear brother!” Mildred Robert Lincoln said ironically, “Durgesh is neither a problem to anybody nor to any society whatsoever. He is a passionate believer in Humanity. He loves human beings. To him Humanity is itself a religion. He always say: ‘Ved, Bible, and Qurān, the trio if we have. Don’t worry of the humanity then ever, the trio will save.’ He is a Hindu, but he goes with us to our Churches also. ”

“So I’ve heard too.” Andrew Johnson kept smiling even then.

“Don’t hear. Come with us and see yourself with your own Protestant Christian eyes how a Hindu male looks towards our religion.”

381 years passed since.

She would have died even many years before, if Durgesh had not come in her life.

She was lucky enough to see with her own eyes how America kept on progressing, on, and on.

In India, the emergence of R’shi Dayānand did the miracles nobody ever imagined…

Dr. Usmā Islām Umm Maimoonā came to her when Janus Pitt ignored her…

“He treated me, Sis! as if he is the only person, who exists in the Department of Exploration and Commerce. Except him as if nobody has any existence at all. ”

“It shows: he may be a very good astronomer, he may be a very good scientist, but… ” Mildred Robert Lincoln stopped in mid sentence quite meaningfully and smiled, again quite meaningfully.

Dr. Usmā Islām Umm Maimoonā had understood flawlessly that the Sis’ Mildred Robert Lincoln was perfectly enjoying the state of affairs.

But her mood was fairly rotten at the time.

“But?” She asked in a rather rough manner, though she did not intend it.

The ‘Sis’, Mildred Robert Lincoln, smiled.

Janus Pitt was not unknown to her.

A perfect selfish person.

However, since no one else was interested in the Far Probe, the Earth was left with no other alternative except to rely on Janus Pitt.

“We have infinite Dvij Hindus now and almost inestimable Bachhalyās. Except them, we have more or less innumerable scientists and astronomers from different societies and circles. Why should we capitulate to the self-centered persons like Janus Pitt, Durgesh? ”Even Mildred Robert Lincoln felt herself perplexed to some extent.

Mildred Robert Lincoln was lying on her back.

I was on top of her.

We were not only enjoying each other, but also programming and transmitting supreme scientifically.

Penetrating Mildred Robert Lincoln unto my hilt, I smiled.

“Can we guarantee Mildred! that no one from our infinite Dvij Hindus, no one from our almost inestimable Bachhalyās, no one from our innumerable scientists and astronomers from different societies and circles, is as selfish, as self-centered, as self-interested, as egotistical, as egocentric, as Janus Pitt is?”

Mildred Robert Lincoln saw me with her attractive eyes piercing me in a bemused searching manner.

“No. We can’t guarantee. But it does not mean that we should knowingly allow the self-centered persons, like Janus Pitt, to head a whole department of science and grant him with the opportunity to invent Far Probe.”

“Why not?”

“Why not?” Mildred Robert Lincoln thundered, “He may get benefited using the resources provided to him by us, by the whole mankind, and at the same time may deceive us, may betray us.”

“Someone has to invent Far Probe, darling!”

“True, I agree with you, but why it is necessary that ‘that someone’ should be Janus Pitt?”

Dr. Susan Calvin laughed.

Born in 1982 A.D., her age was 238 years now.

However, no one believed her age.

It was equally incredible that she was not pretty until I came in her life.

“Sis!” Dr. Susan Calvin said in a good-natured manner, “Why don’t you understand: when Durgesh decides, he decides after thinking, deeply and thoroughly, of each and every field, of each and every aspect?”

Mildred Robert Lincoln smiled,

“Susan! Just because Durgesh has revived your belief in life, Just because Durgesh has found, there is also a woman in you, you were not a robot yourself, as they said; does not mean you love Durgesh more than me.”

“I am not claiming that, Sis!” Extra ordinary beautiful Dr. Susan Calvin also smiled, “I know, I love Durgesh very much. I obtained my bachelor’s degree in 2003 A.D. at Columbia .I was 21 years old then. Durgesh was 33 years old when I was born in USA. I saw Durgesh when I was 16 years old and Durgesh was 49 years old.”

Mildred Robert Lincoln kept smiling,

“You mean, you hadn’t seen Durgesh until you reached your sweet sixteen?”

Dr. Susan Calvin laughed,

“Oh no.”

“Then what did you mean?” Mildred Robert Lincoln asked Dr. Susan Calvin teasingly.

“I mean just what you want me to acknowledge.” Dr. Susan Calvin, the stunning beauty, laughed again. Kissing me again passionately she said,” Until sixteen I didn’t see Durgesh as a girl sees a boy.”

“As her prospective lover?”

“Yes.” she acknowledged boldly.

Mildred Robert Lincoln teasingly smiled,

“I don’t think, Dr. Susan Calvin! You had seen Durgesh as a girl sees a boy even after you were sixteen. If you had, the humiliation you suffered facing Herbie would not have taken place.”

Dr. Susan Calvin laughed,

“I wonder now what a categorical fool I was then. Who will believe I was so engrossed in my studies and in my work that I was not aware of even my own feminine charms!”

“U.S.A. is indebted to you, Dr. Susan Calvin! for that engrossment.” Mildred Robert Lincoln said gravely, “It was 2008 A.D., I believe, when you joined United States Robots as a Robot psychologist obtaining your Ph.D. Now it’s a well known fact in the history of U.S.A. that you were the first great practitioner of a new science then in U.S.A.”

“After it’s inventor Ashvini of Hindu Vishύ, of course.” There was always a pride in her sweet voice whenever Dr. Susan Calvin spoke of Ashvini.

Mildred Robert Lincoln knew it and overlooked it therefore,

“Until 2008 A.D., the history of Robotics in USA is not as breathtaking as afterwards. As if as soon as you joined United States Robots as a Robot Psychologist obtaining your Ph.D., a revolution had come.”

Gloria George Weston cheerfully agreed,

“I agree with you, Sis! Though in 1996, in my childhood; I myself played with a non-speaking Robot nursemaid, Robbie; even enjoying it immensely.”…

She did not know at first it was her Mom against her having a robot as her nursemaid.

“Honest and truly, Mamma! He’ll stay so quiet; you won’t even know he’s here. He can sit on the chair in the corner, and he won’t say a word,-…”

Her mother, Mrs. George Weston laughed.

And it was only then- Gloria George Weston remembered-she realized: her playmate couldn’t speak.

“I mean he won’t do anything. Will you, Robbie?”

It was 1998A.D, 1,97,29,49,099 S.S./C.E.

Speaking Robots were out of question those days even in USA.

Dr. Susan Calvin had obtained her bachelor’s degree at Columbia in 2003, after five years.

And as far as USA was concerned, even the concept of Speaking Robots was inconceivable without Dr. Susan Calvin.

Robbie, appealed to, nodded his massive head up and down once.

“Gloria George Weston!” Her mother said, “If you don’t stop this at once, you shan’t see Robbie for a whole week.”

Gloria George Weston’s eyes fell.

She was too young then to protest,

“All right! But Cinderella is his favorite story and I didn’t finish it. and he likes it so much.”

The robot left with a disconsolate step and Gloria George Weston choked back a sob.

Grace George Weston immediately realized the possible future danger.

She had already made too many mistakes to improve.

Durgesh tried to make her understand the cruel facts of life so many times, but she always refused even to Durgesh to behave coherently.

“O.K.” She smiled to her daughter, Gloria George Weston, “Call him back.”

“Whaaaaat?” Gloria George Weston could not believe her own ears.

Not for her mother was always cruel to her, but for it was not usual for her mother to change her decision.

“Call him back.” Grace George Weston smiled to her daughter again.

This time more sweetly.

Even her graceful eyes were smiling now.

Excited Gloria George Weston shouted in her sweet voice, filled with intense happiness,

“Hey!!! Robbieeee! Come backkkkk! The mother has permitted me to tell you your favorite story.”

The Robot was programmed to show incredible joy and excitement whenever there was any mention of the word ‘story’.

Even though those were the days before extreme specialization, Lawrence Robertson had first taken out incorporation papers for U.S. Robot and Mechanical Men, Inc. in the year 1982 A.D., 1,97,29,49,083 S.S. /C.E. Till 1998/’99S.S., sixteen years had passed.

A long time to be passed, so far as the progress of science was concerned!

Gloria George Weston started to tell the story to the Robot afresh.

“Once upon a time, there was a beautiful little girl whose name was Ella. She had a terribly cruel mother,step mother, and two very ugly and very cruel step sisters and”

Grace George Weston was incredibly beautiful.

Moreover, she was a feminist also, always seeking faults in men only for each and every mishappening.

If possible, she would have unashamedly charged men for each and every evil present in the society.

The politicians liked her very much, always trying to use her for their vested interests.

She did not like the idea of Ella’s two-step sisters to be very ugly and very cruel.

“Perhaps the story is forgotten to you, child!” Grace George Weston smiled sweetly and suggested her corrections, “There was no Durgesh. It was entirely a men-made world. Ella’s two-step sisters were also incredibly beautiful, but the men, who could not win their love on account of their inadequacy to do so, ill-publicized against them, to blackmail them….”

She left Gloria telling her story, sneaked and walked in where her husband was enjoying his vacation.

Grace George Weston found George Weston comfortable.

On Sunday afternoons, and on other afternoons also, when he was on vacation; George Weston was very keen to be comfortable.

A good, hearty dinner below the hatches; a nice, soft, dilapidated couch on which to sprawl; a copy of the ‘Times’; skippered feet and shirtless chest;how could anyone help but be comfortable!

He wasn’t pleased, therefore, when his wife walked in.

After ten years of married life, he still was so unutterably foolish as to love her, and there was no question that he was always glad to see her.

She was too beautiful to be overlooked.

Still, Sunday afternoons, and even other vacation-afternoons, were sacred enough to him not to allow even his incredibly, extremely, unbelievably, amazingly, exceedingly, extraordinarily, beautiful wife, Grace George Weston., having her maiden name to be Grace Walter Pitts.

There was one more reason why George Weston did not want to allow even his incredibly, extremely, unbelievably, amazingly, exceedingly, extraordinarily, beautiful wife, Grace George Weston to approach him, but….

“George!” Her musical voice chimed into his ears.

His idea of solid comfort was to be left in utter solitude for two or three hours.

He had fixed his eyes, consequently, firmly upon the latest reports of the Lefebre Yoshida expedition to Mars.

This one was to take off from Lunar Base and might actually succeed.

He pretended as if she was not there.

Grace George Weston had waited patiently for two minutes, then impatiently for two more, and finally had broken the silence.

“Hmpph? George Weston asked.

“George, I say! Will you put down that paper and look at me?”

Now it can’t be tolerated.

It was obvious now that she was ready to start even a crusade with him.

Being a beloved sex partner of Durgesh now, Grace George Weston did not fear either him anymore or anyone else.

The paper rustled to the floor and Weston turned a weary face toward his so-called wife Grace George Weston,

“What is it, dear?”

“Don’t ‘dear’ me. I am fully capable now to understand how much dear I am to you now! I know, I am no longer ‘dear’ to you, as Durgesh is dear to me now, not you. Nevertheless, it’s a fact that you are Gloria’s father, and being so, you are entitled to participate in making her future.”

George Weston saw her in dumbfounded awe, unable to understand what happens to a girl, to a lady; if only she is extraordinary beautiful.

He hasn’t seen, hasn’t heard, even a single girl, even a single lady, who was extraordinary beautiful, yet did not love Durgesh, was not his sex partner, irrespective of her creed, irrespective of her culture, irrespective of her religion and irrespective of her doctrine whatsoever, whether she was married or unmarried.

The man is an incredibly successful playboy having his infinite incredibly extraordinary beautiful girl friends and Årab Musalmān Beauties friends who are his sex partners also without any single exception.

Monica Lewinsky was his latest sex partner, causing inconvenience to Bill Clinton, the then President of United States of America.

He, George Weston, often wondered how much resourceful Durgesh was, and how did he use to manage it always.

His extraordinary beautiful wife, Grace George Weston, was addressing him:

“You know what it is, George! It’s Gloria and that terrible machine.”

“What terrible machine?”

“Now don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. It’s that robot Gloria calls Robbie. He doesn’t leave her for a moment.”

“Well, why should he?” George Weston felt immense satisfaction in causing inconvenience to his unfaithful wife, Grace George Weston.

He would have heard her even before a long time, only if he hadn’t discovered to his utter surprise, that Grace was interested in bringing a lady robot from Hindu Vishύ.

“He’s not supposed to.” George Weston continued, “And he certainly isn’t a terrible machine. He’s the best darn robot money can buy and I’m damned sure he set me back half a year’s income. He’s worth it, though –darn sight cleverer than half of my office staff.”

He made a move to pick up the paper again, stopping in mid movement as his wife’s insulting comment reached him.

“Why cleverer than half of your office staff only, dear?” Her voice was extra ordinary melodious to him, “Why not cleverer than even you?”

George Weston smiled patronizingly,

“I sympathize with you Grace. But it doesn’t mean I can afford lady robots from Hindu Vishύ.”

Incredibly, surprisingly beautiful, Grace George Weston laughed melodiously and gigantic pleasantly,

“I wonder, George! Why you are so afraid of lady robots from Hindu Vishύ, while you are not afraid of even Durgesh himself?”

Smiling patronizingly again, George Weston said proudly,

“Durgesh is the best friend I ever have, Grace George Weston! and again he is my brother in law also.”

Grace George Weston laughed melodiously and patronizingly again,

“You know my friend, Claudia; George?”

“The one who is a barrister in the Supreme Court?”

“The same one. The Claudia Abraham Street.”

“The one who is the younger sister of Della Street, the famous confidential secretary to the legendary Perry Mason?”

“The same one.”

“With her help I investigated almost all the court records in USA, and found: not even a single sister of yours has been registered anywhere as Durgesh’s perfectly legal wife.”

George Weston laughed patronizingly again.

“If I’m not mistaken, I’ve heard you a million times, claiming to be Durgesh’s perfectly legal wife. How it is so, my darling? Aren’t you married to me according to the court records in USA?”

“You have given me Gloria only. Do you remember?”

“I perfectly remember.” George Weston tried to complete his gesture He moved again to pick up the paper, but his wife was quicker and snatched it away.

“You listen to me, George! I won’t have my daughter entrusted to a machineand I don’t care how clever it is. It has no soul, and no one knows what it may be thinking. A child just isn’t made to be guarded by a thing of metal.”

It was not a sudden idea however.

It was developed in the Crompton estate.

From my rented canoe, I sized up the estate enjoying my ultimate intimacy with my sister in law, Grace George Weston.

The Crompton estate belonged to her friend, Sylvia Crompton.

“Since Monica Lewinsky has acknowledged publicly in the court, that President Bill Clinton was enjoying oral sex with her now and then, and since Bill Clinton has claimed that Monica Lewinsky has only oral sex with him and it’s not legally his having affair with Monica Lewinsky; oral sex has become suddenly more popular in the United States of America.” Grace George Weston kept on me sucking and sucking passionately.

The canoe was warming with both of us.

I was growing harder and harder into her surprisingly beautiful mouth.

The oral sex was breathtaking to both of us.

When Carole saw the spectacle, she smiled sweetly.

It was a group of 192 young lady journlists, each belonging to a different country on earth.

I was sizing up the estate as a general sizes up a prospective battlefield.

The moon, a few days past the full, made a shimmering path of silver in the east, and served to illuminate my objective.

And, the objective was an island connected with the main land by a fifty foot steel and concrete bridge.

The group of 192 young lady journlists, each belonging to a different country on earth, was headed by Al Rasheedah Al Kubrah Al Saiyadah.

Al Rasheedah Al Kubrah Al Saiyadah wore a straw hat, broad-brimmed; from it, a gay yellow ribbon fluttered.

The rest of her business costume consisted of a band-aid that covered a small scrape on her left knee that she’s gotten at a roller disco the night before with me.

Even though it was her costume also, Carole Dawson Weston didn’t feel herself naked because she had brought one of her favorite tri-dimensional-movie cameras with her.

She had completed her vacation with me, and was definitely and determinedly on business now.

The beautiful and charming eyes Carole Dawson Weston had, were hypnotized by Grace George Weston‘s fervent sucking of my Hindu manhood.

She was George Weston’s real sister.

Grace George Weston was not only her friend now.

She was her sister in law alsoher real brother’s wife.

Carole Dawson Weston watched it as though it was a magic charm, an exhilarating charisma, the spell of which she was unable to break.

On the island, Sylvia Crompton’s huge multistoried mansion faced the narrow channel, as a castle might look down upon its protecting moat.

Facing off the Durgesh-Sylvia Crompton estate from the inquisitive eyes of passers-by on the main land, was a brick wall topped with wrought iron and studded with broken glass.

On the bay side were the signs warning trespassers they would be prosecuted.

“You haven’t told me, Durgesh! till now,” Grace George Weston wet her crimson lips arrogantly, proudly and her amiable charming fascinating fingers enwrapped my Dvij Hindu manhood sucking the same expertly, “why we have come here.”

The so-called Monica Lewinsky-Bill Clinton scandal made millions of the young Årab Musalmān Beauties all over across the globe expert in oral sex now.

America, USA, was the dream country of almost everyone now, who didn’t know or didn’t believe the bizarre existence of Hindu Vishύ.

I smiled, feeling my Hindu prick becoming stronger more and more, repeatedly;

“Perhaps you’ve forgotten, Grace Darling! Bill Clinton was not Bill Clinton, when Monica Lewinsky made oral sex with him.”

Arrogantly sucking my Hindu Dvij superb manhood Grace George Weston, the charming wife of George Weston, laughed sweetly,

“I don’t believe your claim, that you were Bill Clinton when Monica Lewinsky made oral sex with him.”

I was quite surprised,

“But you’ve yourself acknowledged, sweetheart! That Bill Clinton, being a seasoned, being an experienced politician, couldn’t do this stupidity overtly.”

“I had rather forgotten then myself stupidly, that it was not his first sex scandal. It was his third one.”

“Nevertheless it was not Bill Clinton all the three times, Grace!”

She saw me incredulously,

“Aaaaaaaall the three timesss?”

“Aaaaaaaall the three timesss.”

Carole Dawson Weston leaned closer to me. “Want me?”

I smiled affectionately spreading my legs wider.

Carole Dawson Weston reached deep into my jeans and struggled for a moment.

“When it was with Gennifer Flowers also?” Carole Dawson Weston asked in confusion, “The television personality, who claimed that she had 12-year relationship with Clinton?”

She then brought out my hairy sack of testicles and let them wilt down between my legs under my outstanding, enormous, towering Hindu Penis.

“Gennifer Flowers was correct in her claims, Carole Dawson Weston! Honey! Only he was not Clinton, he was me.”

All her condemnations of Bill Clinton whirled in front of her eyes.

It was the first time, she was thinking sincerely that Durgesh might have been right in his claim and Bill Clinton might have been sincere in claiming that it was a political strategy against him.

The Clinton Presidency had been seriously imperiled by explosive allegations that Bill Clinton had a sexual relationship with a young, former White house intern, and then asked her, the young former White house intern, to lie about it.

The scandal had erupted at a time when he was already being investigated in another case of alleged sexual harassment.

It threatened to plunge Bill Clinton into legal troubles with heavy political costs.

If the charges of perjury were proved, it could lead to impeachment proceedings against him.

Bill Clinton had denied that he had had any “improper relationship” with now 24 year old, in February 1998 A.D.:1, 97, 29, 49,098 S.S., Monica Lewinsky.

“I did not urge anyone to say anything that was untrue.” Bill Clinton had said.

There were 193 canoes all rented, and on each canoe there was an extraordinary beautiful couple, a supreme handsome young man and a beautiful young girl.

It’s not necessary to tell, that the young man on all the 193 canoes there was I, myself, with different beautiful young woman correspondent, in my 193 bodies.

A long pier ran out into the lazy waters, a sandspit on the northern side gave a semi-circular bathing beach with long crescent shaped rows of swimming seashores and, behind every beach, a well kept lawn became a velvety green carpet, thanks to the aid of loam which had been trucked in at great expense.

Sylvia Crompton’s legal position was as invincible as the island estate that isolated her and her wealth from the main land.

I have not to defy her legal status however.

Sylvia Crompton was, after all, my wife, as far as the Hindu Vishύ laws were concerned, of which I was the eternal and supreme first citizen.

And it was irrelevant for me what Sylvia Crompton believed.

She did not believe in matrimony.

For her, I was only her permanent sex associate reciprocally and the best friend she ever had.

As far as her legal status, anywhere except Hindu Vishύ; was concerned, she was unmarried and was perfectly free and capable to do anything whatsoever she chose, under the law of USA of course, since she was its citizen.

I was paddling all my 193 canoes.

The canoe on which I was with Grace George Weston was being paddled by me close to sandspit, studying the contours.

While Grace was sucking me, I was caressing her both lovely and voluptuous gorgeous buttocks paddling simultaneously.

A hooded electrical light was fastened to a board sign in such a manner that it illuminated the legend painted in red letters that could be read even a hundred and fifty feet away:

‘PRIVATE PROPERTY OF DURGESH AND SYLVIA

BEWARE OF VICIOUS DOGS.

THEY WILL ATTACK THE TRESPASSERS ON SIGHT.

KEEP OFF!’

“Jesus!” Grace smiling, unswallowed my manhood from her glorious mouth, “Spinster though, she acknowledges your privileges also on her private property.”

“Don’t you?” I caressed both her buttocks cheering her unstripped cunt at the same time.

Grace George Weston laughed melodiously entrapping my prick firmly.

“I didn’t mean this private property. It’s private region. Improve your English, Hindu playboy! It’s not your Vedic Sanskrit. Remember?”

“Since I’m a Hindu playboy, how can I improve my English, Sweetheart?” I kept on caressing both her buttocks reassuring her unstripped cunt together. There was a impish twinkling in my eyes.

I kissed Grace George Weston avidly.

She surrendered holding me stalwartly by my penis.

I made her lie on her back on the canoe.

It was while I was entering her that I suddenly became conscious of a swimmer.

Apparently, the figure had not yet seen the canoe, but was drifting along down the tide with slow, evenly timed, powerful strokes.

I, suddenly curious, held my canoe steady against the slowly ebbing tide and watched.

Grace George Weston noticing the change in my alertness, as she was enjoying me now inside her, asked at once,

“What happened?”

“Nothing, darling!” Her curved rosy buttocks were gaining now a regular upright momentum as my lower body, swallowing me constantly.

I was stabbing Grace George Weston over and over again.

“Durgesh! My dear Hindu playboy! Grace George Weston was also not born yesterday, “You are fucking me, understand?”

I smiled, still caressing both of her curved rosy buttocks, fucking her fervently, and paddling at the same time.

“Your love stokes inside me are increasing continuously, their force is also continuously increasing. And I know when it happens. It’s not the first time, you are fucking me.”

Not only Grace George Weston was feeling it.

My love stokes in the interiors of all the 193 young Årab Musalmān Beauties were escalating ad infinitum now.

Their strength was also constantly increasing.

I was caressing both of their curved rosy buttocks, fucking all of them excitedly, and paddling at the same time.

The domed rose-pink buttocks of all of them have gained now a constant, stanch, upright momentum at my lower body, swallowing me persistently, I was love stabbing them all repeatedly again and again.

And, watching the mysterious swimmer constantly.

Chapter 4

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More Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

2. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

3. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

4.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

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Other interesting writings from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Maamekam sharan’am vraj

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Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

16. A Deep Conflict-1

17. A deserving unfaithfulness

18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

19. I’m never ashamed of it

20. Yåqūb Family-1

21. They conspired against me

22 A secret Smile

23. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

25. The Beaming Knowledge

26. The three pregnants-1

27. The three pregnants-2

28. In the Moonlight

29. The women in my life

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

48. Making love and understanding everything

49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

DSM Satyarthi

Chapter 1

CHAPTER TWO

THE STORY BEGINS

Brahmdatt Chaturvedī, PhD, was an Assistant Professor at first, at Durgesh Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī University, Durgesh Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Universe.

When Hari Mohan Dev Bachhalyā, my great grandfather, were invited by Janak Bachhalyā and Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb to Rotor, Brahmdatt Chaturvedī, objected that he and his extra ordinary beautiful wife, Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Aħmad , will not go there.

“Well,” Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb , the Al Waħāb mastermind smiled, “We need Hari Mohan Dev Bachhalyā, great grandfather of my son in law, Durgesh, and the Bachhalyā mastermind, doesn’t want to go to our Rotor, to our Dvivedī Brahm Mithilā settlement, leaving his bizarrely, inexplicably, beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān wife, Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Aħmad , here. You can’t blame him.”

“I’m sorry,” Brahmdatt Chaturvedī, PhD, Assistant Professor at Durgesh Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī University, Durgesh Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Universe, clenched his fists in fury, in vehemence and in extreme anxiety.

He clenched his fists in rage, in passion and in extreme fretfulness, not for he knew that humanity would run from star to star as easily as it had run previously from world to world, continent to continent, and before that, from region to region .

He damn cared for there would be no isolation and no self-contained experiments.

Let there not be.

Damn humanity! If it snatches, all his extra ordinary beautiful wives from him and provides them either to Durgesh or to his great grandfather, Hari Mohan Dev Bachhalyā…

“I don’t think, you are happy, Professor!” Mildred Robert Lincoln said.

Even she was managed to accompany Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb, the Al Waħāb mastermind.

All the countless beautiful Årab Musalmān girls and countless beautiful Årab Musalmān Beauties, with Janak Bachhalyā, day and night continuously and regularly, smiled approvingly and proudly.

It was impossible for Janak Bachhalyā then not to accompany Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb, the Al Waħāb mastermind.

All the countless beautiful Årab Musalmān girls and countless beautiful Årab Musalmān Beauties, with Janak Bachhalyā loved Janak Bachhalyā to the depths of their hearts, according to the best of the knowledge, Janak Bachhalyā had.

However, even, Janak Bachhalyā was not entirely confident, in the matter.

It was Janak Bachhalyā’s contention, that in spite of all the publicities, that all the Årab Musalmān girls and Årab Musalmān Beauties are perfect honest and perfect Shauharparsts, the fact remains, that, no girl, no lady, is not as well linked to the Kālchakr, to the time cycle; as even she can break the link.

No one can in fact.

‘Sahasbāhu Dashvadan ādi nr’p baché n’ kāl balī tén.’

‘Even the emperors like Sahasrbāhu and Rāvañ did not succeed in fighting and winning the time cycle.’

Janak Bachhalyā observed Mildred Robert Lincoln gravely.

“You are right, Mother! However, I do not worry of my own future now. It is perfectly safe. As long as, these countless beautiful  Årab Musalmān girls and countless beautiful  Årab Musalmān Beauties are with me, day and night regularly, and are smiling proudly, I have nothing to worry of my future and of me even. They all love Janak Bachhalyā to the depths of their hearts.”

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb, Imāmzādī Al Ħaifa Al Waħāb, Imāmzādī Al Nādirā Al Waħāb, Imāmzādī Al Fātimah Al Waħāb, Imāmzādī Al Quddoos Al Waħāb, Imāmzādī Al Qur’an Al Waħāb, all laughed sweetly.

“Nevertheless,” Mildred Robert Lincoln smiled, she said,” You seem to be quite worried to me, Janak Bachhalyā!”

“The red dwarf star is no longer an engine of death, I agree, Mother! It can be pushed to one side now.”

It was not easy to reach the decision.

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb did not cooperate, and being an ardent lover of Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb, so did Janak Bachhalyā.

Yes!

Janak Bachhalyā was also the deciding factor.

Ultimately, even Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu surrendered.

“Sorry Durgesh! I could not convince him. Of almost infinite Bachhalyās, I have seen; Janak Bachhalyā is the unique one. He can’t convince his chief wife Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb. And Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb does not react to the situation.”

“Situation?” I asked Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu.

“That if they don’t cooperate, all of the Janak Bachhalyā’s ardent beloveds– Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb, Imāmzādī Al Ħaifa Al Waħāb, Imāmzādī Al Nādirā Al Waħāb, Imāmzādī Al Fātimah Al Waħāb, Imāmzādī Al Quddoos Al Waħāb, Imāmzādī Al Qur’an Al Waħāb, all will be taken from him, not considering him suitable for countless beautiful  Årab Musalmān girls and countless beautiful  Årab Musalmān Beauties.”

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb laughed sweetly,

“O.K. O.K. Then who is the new one? … selected for us now? … for us countless beautiful young  Årab Musalmān girls and countless beautiful young  Årab Musalmān Beauties? Certainly Durgesh, I think.”

Janak Bachhalyā’s Bachhalyā face darkened.

He couldn’t believe that I’d go to the extent.

After all, in his eyes, I was also a Bachhalyā myself.

He was still unable to understand that the Bachhalyās were not the paramount rulers of the  Multiverse, because they had Bachhalya genes.

It was because they were the most practical diplomats ever.

Their success was not due to their Bachhalyā genes.

It was due to their understanding the Eternal laws governing the Multiverse and being absolutely, unemotionally,  practical about them.

Of course, their Bachhalyā genes helped them in it.

But, it was all.

Not anything more.

The genes can do only that.

That’s why Ved does not support the wretched Caste system t all.

Janak Bachhalyā was unable to undertand it and failed miserably ultimately.

“Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb! I propose you to think again.” Janak Bachhalyā proposed gravely.

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb again laughed pleasantly.

All her countless beautiful Al Waħāb sisters, all her countless beautiful Årab Musalmān sisters-in-law, all the countless beautiful Årab Musalmān wives of her Al Waħāb brothers laughed pleasantly closing their good-looking left eyes significantly and winking thus at me.

‘Sahasbāhu Dashvadan ādi nr’p baché n’ kāl balī tén.’

‘Even the emperors like Sahasrbāhu and Rāvañ did not succeed in fighting and winning the time cycle.

Despite all the publicities, that all the Årab Musalmān girls and Årab Musalmān Beauties are perfect honest and perfect Shauharparasts, the fact remains, that, they are well linked to the Kālchakr, to the time cycle.

The links are unbreakable as far as the capacity of the humankind is concerned.

They are made so, and they will remain so.

The supremacy of the nature prevails and is paramount.

‘Adabdhāni Varuñasý vratāni.’

Ved/1 R/1/24/10

All of them were with Janak Bachhalyā now, but their loyalty to Janak Bachhalyā could easily be seen.

Janak Bachhalyā once again realized that all of them were with him only because their husbands could not give them sons.

They did not love him.

And, since they did not love him, they may easily switch over to Durgesh.

Durgesh is the dream-lover of each and every girl, of each and every woman, whoever thought of her to be beautiful.

He, Janak Bachhalyā, was the second choice, not the first one.

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb chuckled.

Looking backwards to Janak Bachhalyā, she did not feel even the slightest sympathy for the man, who was with her since numerous years and had made her mother of his numerous sons.

There was a marked difference between Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb and the Vice Chancellor Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Aħmad, as her maiden name was.

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Aħmad was the Vice Chancellor at Durgesh Uma Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī University, Durgesh Uma Jagdambā Pārvatī World.

Hari Mohan Dev Bachhalyā loved her, but Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Aħmad refused to marry Hari Mohan Dev Bachhalyā.

She married Brahm Datt Chaturvedī, an Assistant Professor at the same University.

Hari Mohan Dev Bachhalyā raped her.

As he was an Assistant Professor at the same University, where Hari Mohan Dev Bachhalyā was Chancellor, Assistant Professor Brahm Datt Chaturvedī surrendered, not easily, but ultimately.

The worse happened.

Vice Chancellor Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Aħmad became essentially unmarried wife of Hari Mohan Dev Bachhalyā also, continuing to remain the wife of Brahmdatt Chaturvedī, PhD, an Assistant Professor.

She refused to accept herself to be Hari Mohan Dev Bachhalyā’s wife.

The case of Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb was exactly opposite.

She made her extra marital relations with Janak Bachhalyā for she needed sons to fulfill her ambitions.

It was the same reason now, to fulfill her ambitions; that she was ready to cooperate with me forever in my Eishān Vaigyānik, Supreme-scientific Programmings and transmissions, being and remaining my Årab Musalmān mare forever.

However, even so, she bargained with me.

It was a marble palace; Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb had built for her.

Janak Bachhalyā realized very soon, that Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb was far more ambitious.

He realized that it was a mistake on his part that he desired Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb.

However, it was too late.

He felt himself used by Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb, but any protest to it, was even more fatal.

Only Durgesh can match her wits, he thought.

Eventually, she will go to Durgesh with all her equally ambitious Al Waħāb sisters, other Årab Musalmān sisters-in-law, brothers and friends, both females and males.

He could not help it.

And since he realized, he even did not care for it, realizing himself incapable to do so.

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb did not accept, but he knew, she was a Communist at her heart.

In addition, so were all her equally ambitious sisters, sisters-in-law, brothers and friends, both females and males.

None of them actually believed in religion, believed in God, even in any form of the same, and hence was their utter self-centered activities.

The marble palace Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb built was around the tiled courtyard, with all its rooms.

All the rooms were as many in numbers as their beautiful and handsome occupants were, having so many dimensions in time zone, -opening onto the courtyard.

A covered walkway marched along all numerous sides of the palace, named Dvivedī-Mithilā, -even the settlement was also named so, – Dvivedī-Mithilā, -held up by marble columns.

On all the walkways, I might be seen always walking, laughing, and talking with all my almost infinite gorgeous, beautiful, voluptuous, and suitable for me; Årab Musalmān girls and Årab Musalmān Beauties day and night regularly.

All these gorgeous, beautiful, voluptuous, suitable for me; Årab Musalmān girls and Årab Musalmān Beauties were residents, administrators, artists, heroines, actresses, scientists and lady secret agents of Dvivedī-Mithilā-settlement, and of other settlements also.

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb tried to remain with us on as many occasions as it was possible for her.

Notwithstanding he was a Bachhalya-Vishisht Brahm, Janak Bachhalyā was unable to understand the deep game, Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħābwas playing.

It was too deep for him to understand entirely.

He was unable to understand, with how many born Årab Musalmān Communists’ and atheists’ Kālchakr, Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb was well linked scientifically.

The unique shapely body of Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb was so violently eager to receive Janak Bachhalyā’s eager and violent approach that even Janak Bachhalyā felt, he was falling behind.

Being a Bachhalyā-Vishisht Brahm, he can skillfully control all kinds of Årab Musalmān girls and Årab Musalmān Beauties. He understood well that the supremacy of the nature prevails and is paramount.

‘Adabdhāni Varuñasý vratāni.’

Ved/1 R/1/24/10

However, he was unable to meet completely the violent sexual passions Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb had sometimes.

Only Durgesh could meet them, he believed.

It was a great and absolutely irrevocable mistake, now he thought, that he had desired her, only because she was incredibly beautiful, young, and an Årab Musalimah.

He had gone mad, when he saw one day, that even while he was with her, Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb violently approached me suddenly in violent eagerness.

He was himself eager and violent.

Yet he stopped at once.

Janak Bachhalyā’s thundering resonant voice filled the hall,

“Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb! What are you doing? Have you gone entirely insane? Durgesh is not your husband, I am. Durgesh is our son-in-law, remember? ”

To his utter dismay, Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb laughed sweetly closing her beautiful left eye, meaningfully, winking at me, and said,

“Durgesh darling! Aren’t you interested in your Imāmzādī mother-in-law in whatsoever manner you choose?”

The night was warm.

The swimming pool was full of stunning, beautiful, voluptuous, Årab Musalmān girls and Årab Musalmān Beauties.

This whole dimension belonged to them and of course to me.

Nevertheless, it was neither Absolute Space, the Param Vyom, nor hyperspace, the Vyom.

It was Māyā Vyom, the normal space.

It was a Chaturvedī Imāmzādī World stretched out to infinite dimensions of infinite time zone.

Only I, my wives, the other Årab Musalmān girls and Årab Musalmān Beauties were allowed here with their husbands if the husband of them is I, any Bachhalyā or any Dvij.

Hindus with wives other than Årab Musalmān wives were also allowed by the shaktimān of the dimension.

All the males, if they do not belong to the category, were strictly forbidden.

It wass if HLMCIC extended to infinity.

Female species of any category may enter and live.

But even they were not allowed to bring their males with them, if they fall in the forbidden category.

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb was enjoying her bath with me.

It was I, who was enjoying Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb’s beautiful, lovely, voluptuous, and suitable for me, young Imāmzādī body now, notwithstanding the fact that she was my mother in law in my Rām Bachhalyā cadaver, and even in my Durgesh cadaver.

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb was smiling playfully.

My mesmerizing Dvij-Hindu male personality always attracted her. Even my form was also fascinating to her.

“Poor, Janak Bachhalyā.” I smiled, “Gorgeous, beautiful, and voluptuous, suitable for him, glorious girl, Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb, was his dream choice. Of all the gorgeous, beautiful, voluptuous, suitable for him, Årab Musalmān girls and Årab Musalmān Beauties, Janak Bachhalyā has till now; Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħābwas the best.”

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb laughed pleasantly.

But only laughed.

She did not say anything.

Janak Bachhalyā’s voice was filled with intense venom and revenge,

“Cautious perhaps! She used me Al Ħaifa! She used Janak Bachhalyā. She used a Vishisht Brahm. She used Janak Bachhalyā’s longing for her, and like a ton of bricks, like a damnfool, I fell for it.”

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb was not aware of the fact that Janak Bachhalyā, with Imāmzādī Al Ħaifa Al Waħāb, was watching her, enjoying her marvelous, and even envious, youth with me.

Janak Bachhalyā knew it.

But he also knew it was good, better, far better, for him.

If she’d been aware of it, she would’ve been teasing him more and more, to insult his Bachhalyā manhood.

So was Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb, insulting the Brāhmañ males always of their Brāhmañ manhood, if there were the Brāhmañ males around her.

Now, she had left him, after using him up to her utmost vested selfish interests.

Janak Bachhalyā was sure now that she’ll start to insult him as well.

Smiling sweetly at Janak Bachhalyā, Imāmzādī Al Ħaifa Al Waħāb felt no sympathy for Janak Bachhalyā in her heart.

‘As you sow, so you reap’, she thought.

Janak Bachhalyā was the man who considered her the second one, Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb being the first.

Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān was also there with me, in my Kr’shñ Mohan body, with Janak Bachhalyā and with Imāmzādī Al Ħaifa Al Waħāb.

“What do you say, Durgesh! Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb is not faithful even to my son in law and adopted son, Bachhalyā-Vishisht Brahm, Janak Bachhalyā.”

I smiled,

“Why should she be, Darling? What your son in law and adopted son, Bachhalyā Vishisht Brahm, Janak Bachhalyā has done for her?”

Offended, glorious and beautiful Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān, looked at me as if she did not believe her own beautiful eyes, her own beautiful ears,

“What do you mean? He has given her so many, countless, sons, and you’re asking me what my son in law and adopted son, Bachhalyā-Vishisht Brahm, Janak Bachhalyā has done for her? What more a Hindu man can do for a Muslim woman? He can love her. He can give her all whatever he has and whatever he can manage. My son in law and adopted son, Bachhalyā-Vishisht Brahm, Janak Bachhalyā has done for her all of it. What more she can get from a Hindu man? You yourself always say:

‘Mitam dadāti hi pitā mitam bhrātā mitam sutah.

Amitasý hi dātāram bhartāram kā n’ poojayét?

Bhartā dévo gururbhartā dharmteerthvratāni ch’,

Tasmāt sarvam parityajý patimékam samarchayét.’

‘A father gives limited, limited a brother, limited a son.

Who shouldn’t respect the unlimited giver, the husband?

The husband is god, the husband is the teacher, religion, holy place, and holy laws.

Therefore, leaving all, one should respect, as it is appropriate, the husband only.’

Skandpurañ-Brahmkhand-Dharmārañý-māhātmý 7/47-48 ”

I smiled,

“Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb did not love, Janak Bachhalyā, Salmā! She didn’t even marry him.”

“So?” Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān did not like my answer.

It was exceedingly apparent from her lovely and beautiful countenance in suppressed anger.

“It was Janak Bachhalyā who loved her, Salmā! It wasn’t she.”

Smiling, as if I was completely immune to her lovely and beautiful suppressed anger, I said,

“Salmā darling! Janak Bachhalyā is your beloved son-in-law and beloved adopted son, it does not affect Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb.”

“Why?” she asked me indignantly.

A Durgesh-Ammī Imāmzādī , Salmā Sultān-universe had come into existence since she punished her betraying-husband, Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī, by deserting him and by offering herself to me in my Kr’shñ Mohan Bachhalyā cadaver,

“Shouldn’t she provide paternal love to her sons? A son needs not only maternal love; he needs paternal love as well, for his proper development. Being an Imāmzādī Brahmāñī mastermind, shouldn’t she know it?”

“I don’t know.” I smiled mischievously, “Ask her yourself.”

Smiling in mock joviality, glorious and beautiful, Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān, said,

“I am sorry, Durgesh! But I understand I am also your wife now.” Married to Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī, and being called Ammī Imāmzādī reverentially, by each and every one, Salmā Sultān felt it her record insult that her husband, Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī had abandoned her for an Antyajā, Meerā Karosiā, however much lovely and beautiful that Antyajā, Meerā Karosiā was.

Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī tried to explain, acknowledging the truth, to Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān, when he returned,

“She is not even as lovely and beautiful as you are Salmā! But I love her and she loves me.”

“It’s alright, Kailāsh!” Glorious and stunning lady, Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān, smiled.

Even being with me in front of her legally wedded husband, Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī, did not annihilate her,

“I’m happy with my Durgesh, and I think you are happy with your Meerā Karosiā.”

“True,” said Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī, filled with repentance, “however, I should’ve told you, Salmā! ….”

“Please!” Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān interrupted her so-called husband, Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī, in his mid-sentence.

After all, her marriage ceremony was performed with him.

“Please! Stop calling me Salmā now. You haven’t any right now to do so.”

It was already a great insult to Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī, that when she received the news of his return, Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān managed to meet him in her bedroom.

Her mother in law, Ammī Imāmzādī until then, Åāýéshah Ibrāhīm; saw her in absolute stupefaction,

“Bedroom? You want to meet him in your bedroom?”

“Why shouldn’t I?” Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān asked her Imāmzādī mother in law, “A Muslim wife ought to greet her Hindu husband, as many times as possible, always in her bedroom, whenever he returns from somewhere. Why shouldn’t she? A Muslim woman always marry a Hindu for his ravenous Hindu sex kicks. Otherwise, Islam prevents her from it.”

“Salmā!” I tried to stop her, but she held my hand and endeavored to drag me towards her bedroom with her.

Ammī Imāmzādī until then, Åāýéshah Ibrāhīm; pleaded,

“Don’t do it, Salmā! Kailash  is too self-respectful. He may resort to suicide.”

Janārdan Bachhalyā, a friend of Brahmānand Chaturvedī, now openly husband of Ammī Imāmzādī until then, Åāýéshah Ibrāhīm; also said gravely,

“Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī is my son, Salmā! Brahmānand Chaturvedī was incapable to give a son to even his Muslim wives. He lacked Y-chromosome altogether. We Bachhalyas are Y-chromosomal however.”

“Yet he married countless, extra ordinarily beautiful young Årab Musalmān girls. Why? I ask you, Dad! Why?” Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān asked, though in a very respectful manner, “I respect you for everything you’ve done for your friend so far. But you, even you, even being a Bachhalyā, famous in history for providing justice to the Brahm Kanyās and to the Imāmzādī Brahmāñīs even, didn’t do justice to my Imāmzādī mothers in law.”

Janārdan Bachhalyā looked in indecisiveness at his friend’s, Brahmānand Chaturvedī’s extra ordinarily beautiful Årab Musalimah wife, Ammī Imāmzādī until then, Åāýéshah Ibrāhīm.

With all the gravity in the Multiverse, she could muster; the former Ammī Imāmzādī, Åāýéshah Ibrāhīm; said,

“You don’t know even the single of the circumstances compelled all of us to do what we did, daughter!”

“Keep them secret, Ammī Imāmzādī mother in law! As you’ve kept them very adeptly so far. Don’t disclose your family secrets even to your daughter in law.”

Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān said it ironically and dragged me into her bedroom.

Åāýéshah Ibrāhīm, the former Ammī Imāmzādī, didn’t have another alternative left to her.

She also held the wrist of Janārdan Bachhalyā, practically her husband now, since her son Janak Bachhalyā was born, and tried to drag him to her bedroom.

She would have done it only if she hadn’t seen the ever-young beautiful couple of Aj Bachhalyā and Naåeemah Åārif.

“Well, well,well.” the queen, Naåeemah Åārif, laughed sweetly, “Åāýéshah Ibrāhīm, holding the wrist of her husband’s, Brahmānand Chaturvedī’s, friend, Janārdan Bachhalyā, is a panorama; every citizen here would like to see.

“Oh, come on, Naåeemah!” the former Ammī Imāmzādī Åāýéshah Ibrāhīm, rebuked her friend, Naåeemah Åārif, with perfect right, “Can’t you see we are in a crisis now?”

The chief queen of Aj Bachhalyā Naåeemah Åārif universe, Naåeemah Åārif, was on her knees.

The perfect pair was made for each other.

“I don’t see any crisis, any catastrophe, anywhere.” She laughed melodiously, “Why do you want to secrete from the son of you both, Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī that your immensely beautiful daughter in law, the new Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān, hasn’t made the mistake, you both had made?”

“Sister! Sister in law! Bhābhī!” Now even Janārdan Bachhalyā couldn’t keep mum.

“Brother!” In the same tone of voice the chief queen of Aj Bachhalyā-Naåeemah Åārif universe, Naåeemah Åārif, replied, “Brother in law! Devar Shrī! Why don’t you understand and accept the facts as they are? Åāýéshah Ibrāhīm loved you, but you didn’t accept her love on the ground that she was already married to your friend, Brahmānand Chaturvedī.”

Naåeemah Åārif was continually pushing herself into the naked Hindu lap of Aj Bachhalyā, swallowing his large and heavy, massive Hindu prick into her ever tight ever beautiful and ever young Årab Musalimah Cunt, entirely.

Both the pairs went to the majestic bedroom of former Ammī Imāmzādī Åāýéshah Ibrāhīm and Janārdan Bachhalyā.

It was their bad luck that they didn’t know; another Bachhalyā-Imāmzādī Brahmāñī couple was watching them from the window opposite their window…

As soon as Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān entered into her bedroom with me, she closed the doors from inside and started to undress both of us.

“Salmā !” I tried again in vain to stop her, “Since you’d compelled me to make love to you….”

“I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to hear. I want you to make love to me, Kr’shñ Mohan Bachhalyā! Do you hear me?” Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān put her extra ordinarily beautiful, cylindrical, arms across my Hindu neck, and embracing me tightly she kissed me on my cold Hindu lips.

Her beautiful crimson Årab Musalimah lips were burning with extreme passion.

With our total nudity now, I felt myself hardened to my fringe.

My Hindu manhood was saluting her Årab Musalimah femininity, and even was kissing it.

It was trying it’s best to enter her against all my wishes.

“Come on.” Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān laughed melodically, “I may be Menkā, but it’s certain, you aren’t Brahmarshi Bhagvān Vishύāmitr. And even Brahmarshi Bhagvān Vishύāmitr had to surrender ultimately. Menkā proved to be Menkā in the end. I promise you to prove the same.”

“You’ve already proven that when you had won me. Why there’s another attempt to prove what already has been proven?”

Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān brought her glorious cylindrical right hand forward and holding my Hindu penis, kissed it.

“Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī doesn’t deserve the punishment, you’ve decided to accord on him, Salmā!”

She laughed, went on her knees, and swallowed my, hardened to its fringe, Hindu penis, into her beautiful Årab Musalimah mouth. Starting to suck it she laughed again.

I kissed her beautiful Årab Musalimah Cunt passionately,

“O.K. If you want it, take it. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“You’re warning me ever since I proposed to you. Now for a change, try to make love to me. I’m beautiful, living even to your high standards of female beauties. Don’t I?”

When Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī entered there, and how, we didn’t know.

When we saw him, he smiled,

“Sorry, I wanted to see whether Salmā is happy, willing, and has forgotten what I’ve done to her inadvertently.”

“Seeing your wife sucking your brother’s in law Dvij Hindu penis perhaps overwhelmed you.” Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān smiled sweetly, bending on her knees again, holding my Dvij Hindu penis and directing it to the rosy mouth of her attractive beautiful Årab Musalimah Cunt, “Now see how your wife welcomes your brother’s in law Dvij Hindu penis into her beautiful Årab Musalimah Cunt.”

Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī smiled,

“If you think it’s a stern punishment to me, just enjoy it, as much as you please. I can understand the hell you’ve passed through. You’ve every right to do what you’re doing. However, she is not even as lovely and as beautiful as you are Salmā! But I love her and she loves me.”

“It’s alright, Kailāsh!” Glorious and stunning lady, Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān, smiled.

Even being with me in sexual unison in front of her legally married husband, Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī, did not annihilate her,

“I’m happy with my Durgesh, and I think you are happy with your Meerā Karosiā.” she added.

“True,” said Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī, filled with repentance, “however, I should’ve told you, Salmā!”

“Why should’ve you? You should’ve not. After all, you’re called to be a man. It’s a man-made society. All the rules and regulations here are only for women. Men are entirely free to do whatsoever they damn please. You ought not to be foolish enough, as Durgesh is, and wants to remain forever foolishly; to care for the silly sentiments of us Muslimahs.” She pushed her Årab Musalimah Cunt against my ever erect, ever aggressive, ever persistent, Dvij Hindu penis, and swallowed it in consequence, into her lovely Imāmzādī womanhood at last entirely.

“If you want to enjoy your love session with Durgesh alone, I can go and can meet you later on, Salmā!” Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī proposed.

“You know better, Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī!” Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultānsmiled amiably, “You know, I’m enjoying my love session with Durgesh, facing you more, than I may enjoy it alone. In fact, I’m greeting you thus. Welcome. Very very happy return to the home.”

“Salmā!….”

“Stop calling me Salmā now.” Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān thundered, “You haven’t any right to do so. Only Kr’shñ Mohan Bachhalyā, Durgesh and my other elders and friends reserve the rights.”

Chapter 3

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More Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

2.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

3. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

4. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

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Other interesting writings from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Maamekam sharan’am vraj

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Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

16. A Deep Conflict-1

17. A deserving unfaithfulness

18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

19. I’m never ashamed of it

20. Yåqūb Family-1

21. They conspired against me

22 A secret Smile

23. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

25. The Beaming Knowledge

26. The three pregnants-1

27. The three pregnants-2

28. In the Moonlight

29. The women in my life

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

48. Making love and understanding everything

49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

DSM Satyarthi

Chapter One

Nemesis: After The End

Mildred tapped gently on the shoulder of the man, feeling his desperation, feeling his extreme anxiety, “Janus!”

The man, Janus Pitt, did not whirl at her.

Instead, she was astonished to see that he turned himself, as if he was fully in the command of his senses, calm, and behaving as if nothing of importance had happened.

“Sorry, you lost your game.” Sympathizing with him, mockingly, Mildred said.

“It was not my game at all, Ammul Kāýnāt!” Janus Pitt smiled maturely instead, “I was playing it on behalf of all the humanity.”

Mildred, in her nude, on all her fours, smiled herself.

She knew Janus Pitt very well.

He could not befool her even the slightest whatsoever.

From her rear, I was entering my stoutest stallion Hindu prick into her tight and beautiful American Christian cunt continually, being on my knees.

Imāmzādī Al Katībah Al Waħāb, also on all her fours, similar to other everyoung Muslim young women present there,; looked back at her everyoung handsome Bachhalyā husband, Vishvās Shakr Mānav, in a manner having all the feminine tenderness and all the feminine love in her beautiful Muslim eyes for him.

Vishvās Shakr Mānav was not only her husband but also her love as well.

Her ever-young sons, Rām Mānav, Bharat Mānav, Laxmañ Mānav, Shatrughn Mānav, etc. in perfect sexual unison with their ever young, beautiful, Muslim beloveds, entering them continuously, as I was continually entering Mildred Robert Lincoln.

Imāmzādī Al Zainab Al Waħāb, the eldest daughter of Janak Chaturvédī and Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb smiled calmly, enjoying the sturdy Bachhalyā prick of her Bachhalyā lover, Rām Bachhalyā into her firm and beautiful Muslim cunt continually,

“The humanity will be ever indebted to you, Janus!”

Janus Pitt behaved as if there wasn’t any slightest bit of irony in the sweet voice of Imāmzādī Al Zainab Al Waħāb.

Knowing the importance of the Bachhalyās in the history and in the life today, and knowing the importance of the Bachhalyās’ beautiful Muslim wives, their beautiful Muslim beloveds, and their beautiful Muslim sex-associates, Janus Pitt had managed to intermix a  lot of his lady-secret-agents among them.

He was surprised when Helena Christy reported to him:

“I’m sorry, my dear brother! Rām Bachhalyā isn’t paying attention to me sexually.”

“Whaaat?” Janus Pitt saw his younger sister in utter surprise, “Rām Bachhalyā is a Hindu playboy and to fuck a beautiful Christian young lady is a spiritual pride for the Hindu playboys. Isn’t it? Don’t forget, The Hindus have Tantr and Kāmsootr as their religious scriptures and they practice them consecrating. ”

“I’m not forgetting anything.” Helena Christy Pitt poured herself soft women’s drink, took a mouthful, and then smiled at her elder brother, “It seems to me that my elder brother, the Christian-mastermind, is quite upset?”

“You know better, Helena!” Janus Pitt also poured himself a drink, not a soft women’s drink, of course, “I maybe a Christian by birth, but I’m sorry, I don’t believe in Christianity any more.”

“You mean you aren’t a Christian mastermind?” Helena Christy asked in mock surprise.”

“I believed myself to be a mastermind, but not a Christian mastermind.”

“Whereas Janak Chaturvédī claims to be a Brāhmañ Mastermind.” Helena Christy informed his elder brother.

“Forget him. He’s a fool. Janak Chaturvédī claims to be a Brāhmañ Mastermind, but if he’s truly so, why couldn’t he keep his wife, Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb to himself? Why he lost his Saůūdī Årab Muslimah mastermind wife to Janak Bachhalyā, a Bachhalyā mastermind?”

“Are you intimating that there aren’t any Brāhmañ masterminds anywhere?” Helena Christy Pitt gazed her brother rather in a crude manner.”

“Let the Christian, Muslim, Jew, and the other religious fools think and say so.?”

“What do you mean?”

“There are only the religious fanatic fools, who think, the masterminds may be in their religion only, it’s their religion only which is capable to produce the masterminds, any other religion isn’t capable to do so.”

“And you don’t believe the theory?” Helena Christy Pitt asked gazing her brother quite in an unfinished manner again.

“Do you?”

“Don’t be silly.” Helena Christy Pitt laughed. Janus Pitt also joined in the laughter.

Helena Christy Pitt had used a long path to be acquainted with Rām Bachhalyā. Even Janus Pitt had laughed when she discussed the approach with him, “Have you ever read ‘The Rāmāyañ’, Helena! A religious mythological scripture of the Hindus, they claim to be their ancient history of the ‘Trétā era?”

“Don’t be silly.” Helena Christy Pitt laughed, “Don’t tell me you have.”

Janus Pitt also joined in the laughter, “Believe it or not, I have.”

Helena Christy Pitt was really surprised now, “You what?”

“Believe it or not, I have read ‘The Rāmāyañ’, Helena! A religious mythological scripture of the Hindus, they claim to be their ancient history of the Trétā era. And, I’m feeling as if I’m a Rāvañ, you being the incredibly beautiful Chandrnakhā Paulastý, Rāvañ’s younger sister.”

“Don’t be stupid, don’t be ridiculous.” Helena Christy Pitt laughed, “Don’t be ludicrous, preposterous, absurd, silly, outlandish, unreasonable, foolish, and laughable.”

They both laughed, no doubt; yet the simile was perfect.

Chapter 2

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More Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Prelude to Ten Commandments

2.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

3. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

4. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

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Other interesting writings from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Maamekam sharan’am vraj

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Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

16. A Deep Conflict-1

17. A deserving unfaithfulness

18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

19. I’m never ashamed of it

20. Yåqūb Family-1

21. They conspired against me

22 A secret Smile

23. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

25. The Beaming Knowledge

26. The three pregnants-1

27. The three pregnants-2

28. In the Moonlight

29. The women in my life

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

48. Making love and understanding everything

49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

DSM Satyarthi

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter Thirteen

Durgesh Åāýéshah Al Ůsmān

Ban on Communism

“Hinduism emerged from Ved. Do you agree?”

“As Judaism from Old Testament? Christianity from New Testament? And, Islam from Qur’an Majeed?”

“Certainly! Certainly!”

“I don’t agree with you.” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān differed with me with a vengeance.

“May I ask why?”

“Ved does not mention anywhere the word ‘Hindu’. It uses the word ‘Ārý’ instead.”

“I agree with you, Åāýeshā! Hindu is not a word used in Ved, but it is a ‘Yogdr’sht’ word, and relates to a person who practices Ved invariably in all aspects of life.”

“It’s what you say, Durgesh! It is not written in Ved anywhere.”

“Ved is a law book, darling!” I smiled at her maturely, “Ved is a book of Constitution for the entire universes we have and we can have―

‘He is reached the bright bodiless, woundless, sinewless, the pure which evil hath not pierced, from everywhere. Far-sighted, Analyzer, Omnipresent, Self-existent hath prescribed aims, according to facts, unto the everlasting subjects/years.’

―Ved: 2Y|40|8

The Mantr tells us that Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā did not prescribe aims to the Param Purush, the Absolute man in person. It was prescribed to the soul, to the spirit, of Param Purush, the Absolute man― ‘Akaayam’ ‘Bodiless’.”

“So?”

“It was the everfirst revelation of Ved to the Param Purush, the Absolute man. He could not be ‘Hindu’ without practicing Ved, and he could not practice Ved, until and unless the Ved is not revealed to him.”

“I see.”Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān looked at me gravely.

“You should. The revelation of Ved was direct Soul to soul, Spirit to spirit, Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā to Param Purush, the Absolute man. There was no medium in between, nor any mediator.”

“And to the Vedarshis?”

“That was after a long period of Kalp Kalpānters. Before it there were only Param Purush, the Absolute man and Ammuhātul Kāýnāt― a long, virtually ‘infinite’ series of Ammuhātul Kāýnāt―

‘S’ vai naiv reme——-’

― ‘Shatpath Brāhmañ’: Kānd 14| Prapāthak 1| Brāhmañ 2| Kandikā 4-10.

‘So’ved aham vaav sr’shtirasmi’ ‘He knew I myself am the Creation’. Vedarshis cannot be conceived before the Creation.”

Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān laughed.

“Durgesh dear! You behave as if it is really the history.”

“Because I believe it is so.” I smiled.

“Bosh and Nonsense!”

“You believe such is the case, and follow Communism.”

“Yes!” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān said proudly.

“And you failed, Åāýeshā!” I exploded the bombshell.

“What???”Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān almost jumped.

“Didn’t you?” I looked into her beautiful Årab Muslimā Communist feminine eyes, “I gave you every latitude, nevertheless the First Galactic Empire is falling.”

“And you are happy that it is falling and I failed.” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān charged me.

“Åāýeshā! I told you it will result so.”

“It resulted so, because you wanted it to result so.” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān charged me again sternly.

“Sorry! I disagree with you. I cannot make the impossible possible. I did not interfere even in the least.”

“Your will power is so tremendous―”

“My will power―even my will power, however tremendous you may conceive it is, cannot change the constitution of the Creations―

‘Adabdhaani varun’asy’ vrataani Þ’

—Ved/1 R/1/24/10.

‘ Nakirasy’ praminanti vrataani’

–Ved 4A|

Lā tabdeel likalmātillāhi’.

–Qurãn Majeed: 10 Yunus| 64.

‘Va lan tajid lisunnatillāhi tabdeelan.’

– Qurãn Majeed: 48 Al Fataħ | 23.

Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān laughed.

“What’s there to laugh?” I smiled.

“You are behaving as if you are really a practicing Hindu.”

“Well, I am, darling!”

Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān laughed again.

“We are atheists, Durgesh!”

“I am most certainly not.” I said gravely.

“If you were theist, you’d have banned Communism, as soon as there was a demand to the effect from Hindu Vishv.” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān smiled and winked at me meaningfully.

Chapter 14

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More Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Prelude to Ten Commandments

2.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

3. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

4. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

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Other interesting writings from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Maamekam sharan’am vraj

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Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

16. A Deep Conflict-1

17. A deserving unfaithfulness

18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

19. I’m never ashamed of it

20. Yåqūb Family-1

21. They conspired against me

22 A secret Smile

23. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

25. The Beaming Knowledge

26. The three pregnants-1

27. The three pregnants-2

28. In the Moonlight

29. The women in my life

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

48. Making love and understanding everything

49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

DSM Satyarthi

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

A Demand to Ban Communism

Vaqā Yūsuf was extremely thrilled when she held my throbbing Hindu Penis between her labial lips.

She felt as if she was incomplete till now.

She was completing herself by holding Durgesh’s Hindu Penis and putting it there between her very Saůūdī Årab Muslimā labial lips.

They gripped Durgesh’s Hindu Penis as if they were ravenous for it, famished, starved and therefore greedy.

Her Royal Highness Sheikha Safiyah bint Abū Qāsim Al Khalifa had congratulated her and wished that may Allah bless her and now her dream may be fulfilled.

Her Royal Highness was quite right.

She had told her―

“Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashrath Bhārgav has established a new Brahm Ayodhyā Creations with numerous Årab Muslimāt Ållāmāzādīs, Imāmzādīs, Maulānāzādīs and Shéikħzādīs as his new Mahārānīs and Rānīs.”

Vaqā Yūsuf had laughed.

“And what happened of her original Brāhmañ Mahārānīs and Rānīs, Your Highness?”

“They got a better husband.” Her Royal Highness Sheikha Safiyah bint Abū Qāsim Al Khalifa’s beautiful eyes twinkled mischievously.

“But why did you do it, Your Highness?”

Her Royal Highness’s beautiful eyes blazed.

“The fool had refused to sleep with ‘us’.”

“What?” Vaqā Yūsuf could not believe, “Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashrath Bhārgav?”

“Yes! The same fool!” There was enormous hatred in her voice.

“He― he refused you?” Vaqā Yūsuf still could not believe.

“Even while His Highness himself requested to oblige ‘our’ wishes.”

“I―” Vaqā Yūsuf stammered, “I can’t believe it, Your Royal Highness! You are so beautiful, you are so resourceful―”

“He was more resourceful then.” Her Royal Highness Sheikha Safiyah bint Abū Qāsim Al Khalifa cut her short, “Then.”

She cut her upper lip softly and smiled meaningfully.

Vaqā Yūsuf could not help but to ask.

“But― but why did you ask him to sleep with you if he did not want to?”

Sheikha Safiyah bint Abū Qāsim Al Khalifa rebuked her.

“Don’t talk like a girl who is not even adult yet. You were watching internet. Were you not?”

“Yes! Of course!”

“What were you watching?”

“It was a Forum from Pakistan.”

“And the subject was?”

Vaqā Yūsuf smiled mischievously.

“‘Why do Muslim girls never happy with their own men’.”

Sheikha Safiyah bint Abū Qāsim Al Khalifa laughed.

“Why are they not?”

“There are various reasons given by different persons.” Vaqā Yūsuf smiled at the Sheikha.

“Tell me one.”

“Some ‘Ninjamaninja’ said―

‘In Mumbai and Delhi, most prostitutes (90%) are Muslim women and most clients are Hindus and Sikhs. These prostitutes prefer non-Muslim clients over their fellow Muslims because non-Muslims have more money, power, stamina & beauty. So what are we arguing about?’

“Now let’s analyze her answer.” The Sheikha proposed.

“’her’?”

“Of course! It seems to me that the participant ‘Ninjamaninja’ is a Muslim girl quite ashamed of the prostitutes being 90% of them Muslim.”

“Oh!”

“Now, the first question is, why there 90% of the prostitutes are Muslims?”

“Your Royal Highness!”

“I think the first answer should be that the Muslim Society can’t provide them a respectable job for their subsistence.”

“Yes! I do agree.” Vaqā Yūsuf smiled, “You are ‘the head of the Supreme Council for Women in Baħrain’. You can analyze the situation more skillfully.”

‘Supreme Council for Women

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

The Supreme Council for Women is Baħrain’s advisory body to the government on women’s issues. It is chaired by Sheikha Safiyah bint Abū Qāsim Al Khalifa, the wife of Baħrain’s King Hameed bin Moosa Al Khalifa. Its secretary general is Lulwa Al Awazi, who was given the rank of honorary cabinet minister in 2001.

The Supreme Council was established to promote women’s rights in the Kingdom and women’s full participation in society, and has been at the forefront of the campaign for the introduction of a unified personal status law (see women’s political rights in Baħrain for more details). It has also published studies, worked to coordinate campaigns with other women’s rights groups, and sought to promote female candidates for the 2006 municipal and general elections. Among the candidates contesting the 2006 poll, to be held on 26 November 2006, is the Council’s Dr Munira Fakhro, who is standing for the ex-Marxist Waad.

According to Lulwa Al Awazi the biggest obstacle to women’s rights in Baħrain are clerics, who set political agendas for their followers and have remained steadfastly against a united family law in the kingdom. Ms Al-Awazi said of particular concern is Shia clerics’ objections to women taking part in municipal elections due to what she termed their ’strange’ perception that female municipal councilors may be called late in the night to help with a municipal problem and thus be placed in a morally compromising situation.[1]

Former activist with the Supreme Council, Dr Nada Haffaz, was appointed Baħrain’s first full female cabinet minister in 2004 when she became Minister of Health. Several other members are legislators in the upper chamber of parliament, the Consultative Council.

Ghada Jamsheer, the most prominent women’s rights activist in Baħrain^[1][2] has accused the Supreme Council of hindering women’s rights in Baħrain, calling it a “government cliché”. In a statement in December 2006 she said:

In May 2007 statement, the Women’s Petition Committee called for the dissolution of the Supreme Council for Women, citing its failure in “building and supporting Baħraini women”. It further noted that “most women attained decision making positions on the basis of tribal or sectarian affiliation or personal allegiance to the Authorities and some members of the Royal court.” The statement claimed that the SCW withheld support to prominent female activist Munira Fakhro in the 2006 elections, knowingly allowing Ali Salah of the Salafist Islamist Al Asalah party to win.^[4]

Lulwa Al Awazi is a leading Baħraini women’s rights advocate and the Secretary General of the Supreme Council for Women, the main women’s organization in Baħrain. She holds the rank of ‘honorary cabinet minister’, which she was given in 2002 when the Council was established as part of the opening of civil society in the small Gulf Kingdom.

She has been at the forefront on the Council’s campaign to get parliament to introduce a Personal Status Law to protect women’s rights in issues of divorce and inheritance. This has led her to clash with Islamists who have promised ‘blood on the streets’ if women are given such rights. She has been one of the few political leaders in Baħrain to challenge Islamists directly, saying that they are not respecting women’s rights and instead of engaging in debating are personalizing confrontations[1]. However, she has been careful to keep debate on the proposed law within religious terms, telling the Gulf News: “I was the first Baħraini women and lawyer to realize that in the seventies there was a difference between religious rulings and what is being implemented.”[2]

She has been key in drawing up the Supreme Council’s strategy to assist female candidates contest 2006’s election. Since 2002 women have had the right to vote and contest parliamentary and local elections, and Ms Al Awazi has urged women to full utilize their rights: “Women must be able to identify all relevant provisions in the Constitution and the means to exercise their political rights.”[3]

Ms Al Awazi’s background is in Law, and along with Haya Rashed Al Khalifa (who subsequently went on to become the President of the United Nations General Assembly) she became one of the first two practicing female lawyers in the 1970s.

“Now, does it not astonish that we have the richest Muslim of the world, not in Saudi Arabia, not in the Arabian Peninsula, neither in the United Arab Emirates, but in India―”

“Your Royal Highness―” Vaqā Yūsuf could not say anything.

Sheikha Safiyah bint Abū Qāsim Al Khalifa continued―

“Nevertheless, we find that ‘In Mumbai and Delhi, most prostitutes, 90% of them, are Muslim Women’. Isn’t it shameful for the Indian Muslims? Isn’t it Shameful for the other Muslims all around the globe?”

The beautiful eyes of Vaqā Yūsuf blazed with quite indignation.

“Now―” Sheikha Safiyah bint Abū Qāsim Al Khalifa kept saying, “We can see why the Muslim Women are so skeptic. Why should they go to the immoral men who use to say the high things but their practice is so rotten?”

Vaqā Yūsuf said patiently―

“Your Royal Highness were telling why she offered her to Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashrath Bhārgav?”

Sheikha Safiyah bint Abū Qāsim Al Khalifa smiled,

“‘We’ are not happy with your ‘Royal His Highness’, Vaqā Yūsuf!”

Vaqā Yūsuf was dumb founded.

“In the Forum of Pakistan you were watching: ‘why do Muslim girls never happy with their own men’―” Sheikha Safiyah bint Abū Qāsim Al Khalifa said, “Whopper King from London says―

‘Yes, because 99.9% of the Paki women never experience gazims because all their males are 2 inchers. Thus, Paki women after marriage become psycho byacthes and produce retarded children. Most of the participants from Pak on this forum belong to this category.’

Proud Sikh Munda says―

‘Muslim girls not happy with their own men , because all of the Muslim men chop of their d*cks , the girls who remain all their life in tight burkhas , wait to get married and in the end just get a guy wid a tiny 0.1 inch d*ck , that certainly isn’t long enough to satisfy , at least a women , may work on a goat or a pig for sure .’

Now, this is the Problem, Vaqā Yūsuf!”

Vaqā Yūsuf was still dumb founded.

She could manage to ask after an thoroughly obvious effort―

“Your Royal Highness! You mean― You mean―”

“Certainly.” Sheikha Safiyah bint Abū Qāsim Al Khalifa said tartly, “‘We’ also can’t get satisfied with a ‘tiny 0.1 inch d*ck’.”

Her beautiful eyes were blazing with fire.

It was only an accident that Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashrath Bhārgav met Harla Branno, or so it was said.

It was fortunate for him that Harla Branno was visiting the past extensively so that she could manage the Second Galactic Empire under the Leadership of Foundation should not collapse as the First Galactic Empire did.

“I can help you, Dashrath!” Harla Branno looked at him gravely.

“Ammul Kāýnāt! Supreme Mother!” Dashrath Bhārgav asked desperately, “And what should I do so that you can help me?”

“Durgesh says it is atheism due which to the First Galactic Empire collapsed. I don’t believe him.”

“Because you are an atheist?”

“Because I’m an atheist. Yes!”

“You don’t want Durgesh to amend the Time Cycle so that atheism should not be there in the Time Cycle any more?”

“What  would have you wanted if you were also  an atheist as I am?” Harla Branno smiled somewhat tersely.

“Well―” Dashrath Bhārgav said, “I’m not an atheist.”

“I know you are not, Dashrath! But you are facing a grave problem. Your religious beliefs are not helping you.”

“I’m a Traditional Hindu, Ammul Kāýnāt!”

“I know.”

“I don’t like to have sexual intercourses every now and then, and moreover, with a woman who is not my wife.”

Harla Branno smiled at Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashrath Bhārgav patiently,

“Nevertheless, you have satisfied the Sheikħa sexually and she is very pleased with you now. Now, why are you so worried?”

“The Sheikha is ‘the head of the Supreme Council for Women in Baħrain’.”

“So what?”

“The problem Sheikha Safiyah bint Abū Qāsim Al Khalifa is facing is not of her own only.”

The eyes of Harla Branno widened suddenly with the quick realization of what Dashrath Bhārgav was telling.

“You mean― you mean―”

“Yes, Ammul Kāýnāt!” Dashrath Bhārgav said curtly, “She is blackmailing me now to satisfy other Årab Muslimāt as well.”

“Sheikha Safiyah bint Abū Qāsim Al Khalifa?”

“Yes!”

“Blackmailing you now to satisfy other Årab Muslimāt as well?”

“Yes, Supreme Mother!”

Harla Branno laughed.

Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashrath Bhārgav looked at her quite astonished.

“What is the matter, Dashrath? Go ahead and satisfy all of them. You are a man. You are not impotent. Are you?”

“Ammul Kāýnāt!” Dashrath Bhārgav looked at her in horror.

“What happened?”

“Sanātan Dharm does not allow it.”

“Durgesh, Dvij Hindus and the Bachhalyās do it as quite a routine, Dashrath! They are more believed, more successful and more dependable.”

“They love sex, Ammul Kāýnāt! And moreover, they are not against extra marital sexual relationships.”

“Then why are you?”

“I belong to Sanātan Dharm.”

“And your Sanātan Dharm stops you to make extra marital sexual relations with the proposed Årab Muslimāt?”

“They are Ållāmāzādīs, Imāmzādīs, Maulānāzādīs and Shéikħzādīs.”

“So what?”

“They want to marry me.”

“What?” Harla Branno had to try her best not to jump.

Cinda Monay did not like Dors Venabili.

“She is too much inquisitive, Durgesh darling!” Cinda Monay held my Penis into her right fist and she was playing with it violently.

I Smiled and kissed her.

It was the small Electro Clarification Laboratory.

For some reason, it was maintained at a temperature somewhat lower than normal.

“After Hari Seldon, it’s natural Dr. Yugo Amaryl will head the project.” Cinda Monay smiled at me, “Nevertheless, I think he is too burdened and too busy that he should be burdened with administration also.”

I knew, it was not Dr. Cinda Monay speaking, Tamwile Elar was behind it.

Dors Venabili had asked me to watch Cinda Monay.

The girl was in the same psychological condition, in which once I found Dr. Susan Calvin and Maimoonā Usmā Islām.

Both were so busy with their work that they themselves did not know how much feminine charm they possess.

“Don’t you go to beauty parlor ever, Doctor?” I had smiled at her.

Cinda Monay had looked at me astonished,

“For what?”

“To sharpen your feminine charms.” I looked directly into her blue eyes, of course romantically.

Dors Venabili had laughed.

“So you think that girl will surrender to you?”

Lynda Wienis laughed.

“Like a ton of bricks, Dors! What do you think Durgesh is? He just raises his eyebrows and even the most beautiful women start to follow him. I have seen it on Anacreon so many times that if once it will not happen, I will die on account of greatest surprise only.”

I also laughed.

“She is exaggerating, Dors! I’ve also failed so many times.”

Hari Seldon smiled.

“Sorry. I happen to agree with Lynda Wienis instead.”

Dors Venabili smiled to me.

“If you just take care of this Tamwile Elar, Durgesh! I’ll do anything for you. Whatever you say.”

“Tamwile Elar blindly believes on Cinda Monay.” I said.

“She has made his dream come true.” Dors Venabili uttered tersely.

“Dors!” Hari Seldon started to say something but Lynda Wienis interrupted.

“Dors! I’m with you. You and Hari have helped me a lot. I can do anything for you.”

“Lynda! You don’t know anything.” Hari Seldon said wearily, “My grand daughter had dreamed―”

“How do you know?” Hari Seldon interrupted Dors Venabili.

“We are wasting our precious time.” Princess Lorraine Abraham of Konom interrupted, “Doctor! I think Dors aunty is right. We are war prisoners here. Even then the love and respect we are receiving from both of you―”

“Lorraine is right.”Princess Rosalie David of Daribow also seconded her, “I’ll also do anything for both of you, uncle! and auntie!”

There was a definite conviction in her voice.

“I detest that religion of science of Salvor Hardin so much that I want your help in the matter, uncle!” Lynda Wienis said gravely, “It is quite natural that we should also take your problems as our problems if we want you to take our problem as your problem.”

Thus, the matter was settled and I was being sucked by Cinda Monay.

Eto Demerzel looked at me anxiously.

“Hari is only a mathematician, Sir!”

“What do you mean, Daneel?”

“He may invent psychohistory in a due period, but he does not understand the danger to believe anyone blindly.”

I smiled.

“Daneel! What do you want to say?”

“I’m only a robot, Sir!”

“It’s all right, Daneel! I’m satisfied with you and your work. Gladia was right when she asked me to allot some important work to you.”

“Madam Gladia has changed too much with your constant contact, Sir!” Robot Daneel Olivaw smiled at me, “She is fighting now for the joint efforts of Spacers and Settlers for settlement of the Galaxy.”

“We are filling the gaps, Daneel!” I said gravely, “We the human beings don’t have our three laws as you robots have. We have Trishapt instead. Nevertheless, Trishapt is also optional.”

“May I ask why Trishapt is optional, Sir? Why can’t you see to make the Trishapt compulsory for the entire humankind?”

“It does not tally with the structure Ved proposes for the human Societies, Daneel! Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā has designed the Universes for the consumptions of the humankind, not for austerities, nor to impose His sovereignty―

‘Enveloped by Eīshān must be this all―

Whatever that moves in the world.

With that renounced, enjoy yourself,

Covet no wealth of anyone.

Doing Karm only here one should wish

To live hundreds of years.

Only this is the way for thee, none else;

So Karm cleave not to man.’

―Ved: 2Y: 40/1-2.”

Daneel looked at me respectfully.

I continued―

“‘ENJOY yourself’ ‘Bhunjeethaa’ is the actual commandment from Eīshān to the humankind, Daneel! Not ‘Renounce’ ‘tyajeethaa’. The Universes are thus made not to be ‘Renounced’ but to be ‘Enjoyed’”

“These are the very thoughts, Sir!” Daneel said respectfully, “which make the atheists to claim that you are also an atheist by heart.”

I smiled.

“I know, Daneel! But I can’t change the meaning of Ved and Vedmantrs to suit my purposes.”

“Sir!”

“Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā does not want human beings to renounce the luxuries of the Universes, He has provided. The only ‘renunciation’ he wants from them is ‘not to envelope all with Him’― ‘rsuÞ R;äsuÞ’. Alas, the atheists not do even that and therefore they are always defeated.”

“They don’t agree with you.”

“I know. Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān also did not agree with me, but what happened? The First Galactic Empire was established with theism with the efforts of several millenniums, several generations, and it is falling very fast, very rapidly.”

“Sir! Actually, what do you want?”

“Only work everything ‘according to facts’ ‘Yaathaatathyatah’”

Ved: 2Y|40|8.

“Ammul Kāýnāt Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān also claim that they are working ‘Yaathaatathy’atah’ ‘according to facts’.”

“I know what she claims, Daneel, and what she practices.” I smiled knowingly.

Daneel could not say anything.

He was not programmed to offense an Ammul Kāýnāt, whatever her practices were.

No robot was designed and programmed ever capable to do so.

Even the Communists and atheists could not do so because the original positronic brain was designed by Ashvini.

No one succeeded into changing the basic structure of the Positronic brain since ever.

The attempts were done and failed repeatedly.

Robot Daneel Olivaw controlled himself and tried to resume the subject.

He could not understand while talking with me why he could not keep adhering to the subject.

I always went to Ved, and he always wanted to listen to me what I did have to say about Ved.

Even Dr. Gladia Delmarre did not like his attitude.

“Why do you listen to Durgesh so attentively, Daneel, whenever he starts to speak something about Ved?” She was angry with him.

Robot Daneel Olivaw smiled.

“I’m sorry, madam!”

“You must be.”

“He always speaks something great when he quotes some Vedmantr, madam!”

“But I had ordered you to feed yourself the complete Ved.”

“Yes, madam!” Daneel replied respectfully and obediently.

“Hadn’t you?” Gladia was somewhat more annoyed.

“I have, madam! I have.”

“Haven’t you fed yourself all the available commentaries on Ved, including commentary of Durgesh on Ved also?”

“I have, madam!”

“Then why do you listen to Durgesh so aptly even now whenever he quotes some Vedmantr? What is new there for you?”

“The new heights of humanity, madam!” Robot Daneel Olivaw was grave.

“What?”

“Yes, madam! Durgesh always explains each Vedmantr whenever he quotes it with a new context, with a new height, I even can’t imagine.”

“Great Space, Daneel!” Dr. Gladia Delmarre could not find appropriate words to express her clearly, to the extent she wanted, “Don’t tell me you are also a Dvij Hindu now. A robot is a Dvij Hindu. Hahha. You don’t tell me Durgesh knows more than a robot too.”

She laughed enjoying the imagination.

Yet, Robot Daneel Olivaw was grave still now,

“I don’t know, but my three laws compel me to listen to him not only whenever he quotes some Vedmantr, but also when he quotes some religious verse or some religious passages from some religious book.”

“Great Eternity, Daneel! Durgesh is a fraud.” Gladia Delmarre almost screamed.

Dumb stricken Robot Daneel Olivaw wanted to contradict its owner vehemently.

He wanted to say,

‘You are entirely mistaken, madam! Durgesh can’t be a fraud. He is so true to his convictions when he speaks of them that he can’t be a fraud.’

But, Robot Daneel Olivaw could not say that to Gladia Delmarre.

She was a human being and Daneel was a robot.

Daneel could not offend her.

Robot Daneel Olivaw resumed the subject.

“Hari Seldon is almost as innocent as I find you, Sir!”

“I know, Daneel!” I smiled.

“Hari Seldon also needs protection from his own self, as you need.”

“Daneel, you are―”

“Dr. Ashvini Mahimvat Āgnéý has designed our positronic brain to obey the three laws of robotics. You are almost almighty yourself, usually accompanied with some Ammul Kāýnāt, nevertheless Dr. Ashvini Mahimvat Āgnéý has himself made thousands of lady robots and other robots, humanoids and non humanoids even, especially to protect you not from the others only but from you as well.”

“And what does it prove, Daneel?” I smiled elderly.

“What does, Sir?”

“―that Ashvini does not believe in my immortality.”

Robot Daneel Olivaw smiled.

“Why are you so against your own protection, Sir?”

“It’s not so, Daneel.” I answered him complacently.

“Not so?”

“Not in the least even.”

“Sir!”

“Daneel!” I explained, “Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā has told about me in Ved itself very extensively.”

“But not your name, Sir!”

“Yes! ― Not my name. But even then, He saw carefully, even painstakingly, that EīshānVigyān cannot work without my name.”

“I’m listening to you, Sir!”

“Yes! I can see. But, don’t only listen to me, Daneel! Answer my key question to which I was driving you at. Why did Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā did it?”

“I’m sure I can’t tell you, Sir!”

“I can provide only one explanation, Daneel!”

“And, may I ask, Sir, what is that?”

“Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā has designed me to make immortal.”

“Sir! There are millions of Ved-Specialists who do not agree with you.”

“But, those Ved-Specialists are not being kept in the evertop executive position, Eīshān is keeping me permanently.” I observed gravely, “There must be some reason behind it, Daneel! Eīshān does not do anything without a proper reason for it.”

“And, that reason is that He wants to keep you immortal?”

“As long as I keep love making to Allāh and to other Ammuhātul Kāýnāt, yes!”

“And, how do you reason out it, Sir? It is not revealed in Ved anywhere.”

“If He wanted to keep me immortal irrespective of my love making to them, He had not made Allāh to emerge from me when I desired a second man.”

Robot Daneel Olivaw again tried to resume the subject.

“The subject I was trying to discuss with you, Sir, is how to protect Hari Seldon from himself.”

I smiled.

“You are right, Daneel! We keep wandering from the main subject under discussion.”

“Well, I also need some guidance from you about the use of Dors Venabili. My original planning was to use her in the Eternity with Ammul Kāýnāt Dr. Gladia Delmarre and Senior Computer Laban Twissel.”

Comrade Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān was furious.

“So you think you can eliminate me from the entire Time Cycle?”

I smiled.

“You are really furious, Åāýeshā! Your analogue―”

“Our analogues are our mental etheric projections we send in the other timewhens when we imagine something about us pertaining to the past or future.” Åāýeshā cut me short, “You tell it always. Don’t you?”

“Of course! And let me finish. Your analogues, your mental etheric projections, are already sent by you in the future―”

“I don’t believe in your religious scientific theories.” She cut me short again.

“But―” I smiled elderly, maturely somewhat, “―they are working, my sweetheart!”

“You advertise that they are working.” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān corrected me.

Senior Computer Laban Twissel laughed.

Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān whirled at him.

“Why did you laugh?”

Gladia Delmarre tried to say something but Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān thundered at once.

“Don’t try to speak for your new Godfather, Gladia! Can’t he protect himself? Can he only extend Eternity to―”

“Comrade Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān!” Gladia Delmarre looked at her coldly, “Don’t try ever me to cut short. I’m not impressed by your Årab Muslimā Superiority.”

“Gladia!” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān thundered at her again.

“If you lead an Inter Universal Movement, so I myself do now.” Gladia Delmarre also thundered equally at Åāýeshā.

“Inter Universal Movement?” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān laughed sarcastically, “You are leading? Which one, my dear? To settle your Galaxy with the Spacers and the Settlers equally alike? It lasts to your Galaxy only. It is only a Galactic Movement, dearie! Not an Inter Universal Movement in any measure.”

Gladia Delmarre looked at Åāýeshā sternly.

“Do you want me to tell Dorrie Chester that you are making a treaty with Dr. Landaree Patricia?”

“So you are with Dorrie Chester?”

“Do you think that only you have an Inter Universal Vision?”

“Do you also have one?”

“Almost every Time Traveler has to develop an Inter Universal Vision sooner or later, my sweetie!”

“Dorrie Chester cannot win the Election, Gladia!”

Gladia Delmarre only laughed.

“Durgesh cannot eliminate me or communism even, from the Time Cycle at all. Harla Branno likes communism so much―”

“Communism is outdated now.” Gladia Delmarre announced.

Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān looked at Gladia Delmarre tartly.

“Even Durgesh does not think so, madam Gladia!”

“He is never too harsh on his women.” Gladia Delmarre smiled at Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān elderly.

“You are forgetting that your own home planet, Solaria, has Communism now.”

“Thank God! I’m not on Solaria now. I’m a citizen of Aurora.”

“Gladia darling!” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān addressed Dr. Gladia Delmarre sarcastically, “Perhaps you don’t know that Aurora is also burning now with the key political question who will lead Aurora politically now.”

“Aurora is embracing Hinduism now in a large number, dearie!” Gladia Delmarre said, “You are forgetting that Hinduism is the actual winning force today―

‘Hinduism

Hinduism declares that there are always innumerable paths to God. And that one’s belief or perception of God is an individual matter and best left to the individual to decide his own path.

Thus, the Hindus have never hesitated to respect the freedom of other faiths to coexist and flourish and thus inter-religious marriages are accepted in Hindu society. It also does not put any obligation of faith on the non-Hindu partner. Inter-caste marriages were somewhat frowned upon but this too is becoming more acceptable with time. In metropolitan cities, it is common to find couples with different faith, caste and regional background. There are numerous laws in the Indian legal system, safeguarding inter-faith marriage. Examples of such marriages occasionally appear in Kipling’s stories. In the wake of outward conversions to other religions and lack of inward conversions into Hinduism, it lacks the vitality for growth, which is seen in almost all other religions.

Marriages between a Hindu man and a Muslim woman are becoming quite common in the Sub-Continent. However not many show it in Public. Example of Hindu Man-Muslim Woman Marriage is:

• Urdu author Krishan Chander married Salma Siddiqui^[5]
• Actor Hritik Roshan married Suzanne Khan
• Actor Atul Agnihotri married Alvira Khan Agnihotri ;Actor Salman Khan’s Sister
• Actor Feroze Khan’s daughter Laila Khan Rajpal married Rohit Rajpal
• Actor Sanjay Khan’s daughter Simone Khan Arora married Ajay Arora
• Criminal Lawyer Mahesh Jethmalani married Haseena Jethmalani
• Crickter Ajit Agarkar married Fathima Agarkar
• Actor Sunil Dutt married Actress Nargis Dutt
• MP Sachin Pilot,Son of the Late Rajesh Pilot married Sara Abdullah,Daughter of Former Kashmir Chief Minister Farooq Abdullah and Sister of Omar Abdullah
• Arun Ahuja married the former Nazeem, now known as Nirmala Devi, parents of Govinda
• Bollywood Movie Director Mahesh Bhatt had a Hindu father and Muslim Shite mother ^[6], but they were never married^[7] and never lived together.
• Director/Choreographer Farah Khan married Director Shirish Kunder
• Actress Nagma’s(Nandita Morarji) Hindu father Sri Arvind Pratapsinh Morarji married muslim woman Seema.
• Gangster turned Politician Arun Gawli from Mumbai married a muslim lady named Ayesha who later took up name as Asha.
• Actor Manoj Bajpai married muslim woman Shabana Raza who is also called as Neha.
• Actor Pankaj Kapoor (Father of actor Shahid Kapoor) married a muslim woman Neelima Azeem.
• Actress Jyothika’s (Nagma’s Sister) father Chander Sadhana married a muslim lady Seema.

My wife Saiyadā Fātimā PhD interrupted me.

“Durgesh! Sanvidhānarshi Hindu Vishv, the Attorney General Hindu Vishv, Akhilésh Mahimvat Āgnéý, is here. He asks to see you at once.”

“Fātimā!” I looked at her astonished somewhat.

Akhilésh was my friend’s, Madan Mahimvat Āgnéý’s eldest son and Sanvidhānarshi Hindu Vishv now.

“Pitr’výshrī! The Communists have again started to make trouble.”

Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān smiled.

“Akhilésh! You are so against us Communists that you have even refused to marry Ǻzrah because she is a Communist.”

Akhilésh Mahimvat Āgnéý, Sanvidhānarshi Hindu Vishv, the Attorney General Hindu Vishv, also smiled but respectfully.

“Ammul Kāýnāt! Kans Banerjī, your very much dear Comrade, has made Āsiā to surrender to him. He has made her not to surrender politically for her Āsiā Solar system but sexually also, though Āsiā is an Årab Muslimā, and faithful to her faith in Islam.”

“Are you a Muslim, Akhilésh? Tut tut.” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān laughed.

“I’m not a Muslim, but Islam is less dangerous to the society than your Communism, Mātéshvarī! I have to be ‘Shvitīchayah’,. You know.”

“And how can you prove it? You have infinite Årab Muslimāt Ammuhātul Kāýnāt, infinite Other Muslimāt Ammuhātul Kāýnāt, almost infinite other Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt married to Dvij Hindus and other Traditional Hindus. If Islam is such a less dangerous ideology to the society, than Communism; why are you Hindus opposing Islam?”

Akhilésh looked at me.

I smiled.

“Åāýeshā! What Akhilésh is reporting to me is already known to me.”

“Then why he is reporting?”

“He is doing his duty.”

“Kans is also doing his duty.”

“By deceiving Āsiā?” Akhilésh Mahimvat Āgnéý smiled at Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān sophisticatedly, “Certainly not Ammul Kāýnāt! Certainly not. He has already announced openly that he and his fellow Comrades do not believe you any more. If Pitr’výshrī and we Dvij Hindus will not stop our agenda, our plan, to amend the entire Time Cycle in which the First Galactic Empire was captured by you Communists, he and his fellow Comrades will capture as many as Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt solar systems they can, by hook or crook.”

“And what is wrong there?” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān asked Akhilésh Mahimvat Āgnéý tartly.

“I respect you, mother! Supreme mother! But that’s what you did to capture the First Galactic Empire.”

“So Hindu Vishv is afraid of Communism now?” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān laughed sarcastically.

“Hindu Vishv is afraid of Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā only.” I smiled sophisticatedly, “Nevertheless, it does not mean that we’ll allow you to ‘Kr’ñvanto Vishvamanāryam’.”

“Then what do you mean when you say that in Hindu Administration every body has freedom to have and preach whatever system of life he or she likes?”

“Certainly not ‘Kr’ñvanto Vishvamanāryam’. ‘Kr’ñvanto Vishvamanāryam’ is not a system of life. It’s a highway to destruction.”

Akhilésh Mahimvat Āgnéý smiled―

“I have received reports from so many Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt solar systems, Pitr’výshrī! That―”

Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān interrupted Akhilésh Mahimvat Āgnéý.

“Isn’t it a matter pertaining to those solar systems themselves?”

“Nope, if the matter goes to ‘Kr’ñvanto Vishvamanāryam’.” I contradicted Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān tartly.

“Hindu Vishv is demanding a ban on Communism.” Akhilésh Mahimvat Āgnéý told me.

“Then what will happen to the Communist Personal law?” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān laughed.

“The Communist Personal law allows a solar system to choose Communism as its Ruling system if it is supported by majority there. It does not support that while you are allowed to have and preach the system of life you think true, we are not allowed to do the same.”

Kans Banerjī smiled at Āsiā Yūsuf.

“I’m unable to understand you, Āsiā!”

“I don’t think you so foolish.”

Kans Banerjī laughed.

“They say my so called father; Ugrsén Banerjī is not my father.”

“What?” Āsiā Yūsuf looked at him astonished.

“They say my mother Firdaus Dāůūd was raped by Durgesh and I’m Durgesh’s son thus.”

“Kans!”

“My so called father, Ugrsén Banerjī, named my mother, Firdaus Dāůūd, Padmāvatī. He wanted a non Arabic name for her.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about, and what the hell difference does it make.”

“Āsiā! You quite understand what I’m talking about. I don’t believe Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān any more.”

“So?”

“She is an Årab Muslimā only. She is not a communist when the question of choice between the Årab Muslimāt and the Communist males arises.”

Āsiā Yūsuf laughed.

She was the President of Āsiā Yūsuf Solar system united.

The Solar system had thirteen planets and all of them were habitable.

“It shows, Kans darling!”

“What?”

“The binding force of Islam is greater than that of Communism.”

“Åāýeshā has betrayed Communism. Dr. Ruth Heinerik Marx is also now with us, not with Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān any more.”

“So, Ruth is your new leader?”

“She has not consented so far, but―”

“When Sheikħzādī Zainab Al Ůsmān married Sir Rām Kinkar Dvivedī―” Āsiā Yūsuf laughed, “Entire Årab Muslims were against her. They charged her that she loved a Hindu.”

“Sir Rām Kinkar Dvivedī is not a Hindu. He is a Communist, all right.” Kans Banerjī confirmed, “But, he could not make his daughter Communist.”

“Instead,” Āsiā Yūsuf smiled gracefully, “Sheikħzādī Zainab Al Ůsmān made Åāýeshā an Årab Muslimā. Islam is more powerful than your damned Communism.”

“Āsiā darling! Communism is not a spent force even now, if that’s what you want to say.”

“I married you Kans, because you challenged me that Zainab Al Ůsmān is an exception, and Islam cannot make other Årab Muslimāt Sheikħzādī Zainab Al Ůsmān. Now, what do you say? I’m an Årab Muslimā still now. Your friends who married my friends are still Communists but my friends are also still Årab Muslimāt ruling over your friends both sexually and mentally.”

“I don’t think so.”

Āsiā Yūsuf laughed.

“Kans! You charged me that I love Durgesh actually not you.”

Kans Banerjī looked at Āsiā Yūsuf and suddenly his sexual encounter with his own Saåeedī Årab Muslimā Sheikħzādī wife, Furqān Yūsuf Al Saåeed, became alive before his very eyes.

How could he forget it?

How could he forget Al Furqān Al Yūsuf Al Saåeed was a real younger sister of Imāmzadī Sheikħzādī Al Āsiā Al Yūsuf Al Saåeed.

How could he?

Both the Saåeedī Årab Muslimā sisters were immensely beautiful.

He was aware of the feelings both the sisters were going through when they first visited Trantor, Trishapt and Tantr Organisation―as it full name was, Trantor was the short name for whom.

Both Āsiā Yūsuf Al Saåeed and Furqān Yūsuf Al Saåeed felt like inhabitants of one of the smaller cities, visiting them and counting the Levels in awe.

Kans Banerjī smiled.

Perhaps they had thought of a ‘dwelling’ as something like an apartment unit.

His establishment was nothing like it at all.

Originally, it was not his establishment at all.

It was an establishment allotted originally to his father, Ugrsén Banerjī, and his mother Sheikħzādī Al Firdaus Al Dāůūd.

It was his ingenuity; he knew that he had succeeded to make his father almost retired.

They passed from room to room endlessly.

Panoramic windows were shrouded, wearing a veil, masked, cloaked, and covered, closely.

They did not allow any hint of disturbing outside to enter.

Lights came to life noiselessly from hidden sources as Āsiā Yūsuf Al Saåeed, Furqān Yūsuf Al Saåeed and Kans Banerjī stepped into a room and died again quietly when they left.

“So many rooms!” Al Furqān Al Yūsuf Al Saåeed commented in pleasant surprise and praise, “So many! Bājī! It’s like a very tiny City.”

“It’s Trantor, Trishapt and Tantr Organisation, Al Furqān Al Yūsuf Al Saåeed!” Āsiā Yūsuf smiled, “And don’t forget you are visiting Param Purush Ammuhātul Kāýnāt Param Prāsād actually. This establishment is only an infinitesimal part of it.”

“Bājī!” Al Furqān said with equanimity, composure, calmness, level-headedness, equability, self-control, and poise,

“Why was it necessary to crowd so many persons together with us in close quarters? How many of them will be living here with us?”

Kans Banerjī smiled.

“Only me, of course, and a number of lady robots.”

“Only lady robots?” Al Furqān Al Yūsuf Al Saåeed was quite astonished, “How many human beings?”

“None.” Kans Banerjī smiled again, “This is Param Purush Ammuhātul Kāýnāt Param Prāsād. Leave it. We have no human being serving another human being even anywhere here on Trantor, Trishapt and Tantr Organisation .”

“What about Communist creations?” Al Āsiā Al Yūsuf Al Saåeed asked teasingly, “It’s clear you don’t believe in Hinduism whether Traditional Hinduism or Dvij Hindutv.”

“I accept our Communist creations are not as advanced as Hindu Vishv is.” Kans Banerjī smiled apologetically.

“Your Communist creations are not even as advanced as our Årab Muslimāt Creations and Other Muslimāt Creations are.”

“Due to your Treaties with Hindu Vishv.” Kans Banerjī said curtly, “Hindu Vishv blindly supports entire Årab Muslimāt Creations and Other Muslimāt Creations. Hindu Vishv is filled with Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt both. Hindu Vishv itself is a Democratic Union of infinite Hindu Årab Muslimāt Creations, infinite Hindu Other Muslimāt Creations infinite Bachhalyā Brahm Kanyās Creations, infinite Bachhalyā Brahmāñîs Creations and almost infinite traditional Hindus Creations.”

Al Furqān Al Yūsuf Al Saåeed laughed.

“And you want to take over the command of Hindu Vishv into your hands. You want to convert it into a Communist Vishv?”

Kans Banerjī smiled cunningly.

“Legally, my dear! Legally. Not illegally. I’m not Vladimir Ilyich Lenin. I’m not preparing for any Bolshevik Revolution here as Lenin did in Russia.”

“Because Durgesh, Dvij Hindus and the Bachhalyās are utmost vigilant.” Āsiā Yūsuf Al Saåeed laughed.

Al Furqān Al Yūsuf Al Saåeed also laughed.

Kans Banerjī also had to laugh good-naturedly.

They had just stepped into a room, crowded from floor to ceiling with book films.

There were three fixed viewers also with large twenty-four inch viewing panels.

The viewing panels were set vertically in three corners of the room.

Al Āsiā Al Yūsuf Al Saåeed held her younger sister’s hand and squeezed.

“We are three. Sub Sector In charge Ħazrat Kans Banerjī, you and me. We have one viewing panel for each. Thank you, Kans Sāħab!”

Kans Banerjī smiled.

“It’s not my arrangement. It’s Param Purush Ammuhātul Kāýnāt Param Prāsād administration’s arrangement. There is no distinction anywhere at all. It’s a normal establishment. The facilities you find here are provided everywhere in every establishment, without distinction, I’ve already told you. However, there’s a fourth also. It contains an animation screen.”

“These are minimum facilities the Param Purush Ammuhātul Kāýnāt Param Prāsād provides to its interns?” Al Āsiā Al Yūsuf Al Saåeed could not help not to ask the obvious.

“These are minimum facilities the Param Purush Ammuhātul Kāýnāt Param Prāsād provides to its interns.” Kans Banerjī assured her.

“How lucky you are, Kans Sāħab!” Al Āsiā Al Yūsuf Al Saåeed teased him, “Durgesh played Vasudév Bachhalyā himself to keep the Bachhalyās in order. You did not want to marry your beautiful sister Dévkī Banerjī to Durgesh. You were frightened that you can lose Dévkī Banerjī forever. But, you were lucky enough that Durgesh played Vasudév Bachhalyā himself. Dévkī Banerjī became Brahm Jagdambā unknowingly and you are living here.”

“This establishment, my dear, was not allotted to me.” Kans Banerjī said heatedly, “It was allotted to my father Sub Sector In Charge Ugrsén Banerjī long before Dévkī Banerjī and I were even born.”

“I see. I’m sorry!” Al Āsiā Al Yūsuf Al Saåeed said but there was nothing on her face nor in her voice that she was really sorry.

Kans Banerjī controlled him with efforts.

“Did you kick everyone out just to leave us rattling around alone in this mausoleum, in this burial chamber, Mr. Kans?” Al Furqān Al Yūsuf Al Saåeed laughed.

“It’s meant only for me.” Kans Banerjī said gravely, “An establishment such as this is for one person is customary in Param Purush Ammuhātul Kāýnāt Param Prāsād.”

“And Solaria imitated it?” Al Āsiā Al Yūsuf Al Saåeed asked contemptuously.

“Yes! But the imitation is very poor. Have you visited Solaria ever?”

“Yes!”

“Then you’ll easily detect what we have more than Solaria here.”

“More?”

“More than more even. Solaria could not afford to imitate Param Purush Ammuhātul Kāýnāt Param Prāsād exactly. No other Creations, even United, can afford.”

Chapter 13

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More Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Prelude to Ten Commandments

2.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

3. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

4. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

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Other interesting writings from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Maamekam sharan’am vraj

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Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

16. A Deep Conflict-1

17. A deserving unfaithfulness

18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

19. I’m never ashamed of it

20. Yåqūb Family-1

21. They conspired against me

22 A secret Smile

23. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

25. The Beaming Knowledge

26. The three pregnants-1

27. The three pregnants-2

28. In the Moonlight

29. The women in my life

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

48. Making love and understanding everything

49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

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Chapter 8

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Chapter 10

Chapter Eleven

Durgesh Vaqā Yūsuf:

Miss Arab World

Dolorette Siever laughed pleasantly.

“Certainly not, my dear, certainly not. I could not imagine women priests for your religion of science because in our Jewish tradition we do not have that high place for womankind.”

“What nonsense!” Dorrie Hardin was annoyed,

“We have even far more higher places in our religion of science for the womankind. Our Prophet is also a woman― Sheikħzādī Imāmzadī Zubédā Al Sa’ūd.”

“A woman prophet?” Dolorette Siever was extremely surprised.

“Why not? Do you think we women don’t deserve the honor?”

“Of course we deserve the honor, but till now―”

She suddenly looked behind me and stopped frozen in mid sentence,

“Vaqā Yūsuf, Miss Arab World 2007?” She said in a manner as if she was in a trance.

Astonished I turned and found an extremely beautiful Årab girl there followed by hundreds of others, similarly, or almost similarly beautiful.

Their bodies and their clothing were reporting the fact that they all were modern young Årab girls.

Most of them were from Sa’udi Arabia, but the others were from the Arabian Peninsula and United Arab Emirates.

Vaqā Yūsuf rushed to me dreadfully, urgently, frantically, and desperately.

“They say you are Durgesh. I’ve seen you in pictures and movies. They say you are Imām Mahdi.”

“Nonsense! I’m not that great personality prophesied by Ħuzoor^s himself. I’m an ordinary man. However, it happens that I also know you..er…What are you doing? What are you doing?”

Vaqā Yūsuf flung both of her arms around my neck, embraced me desperately and kissed me on my lips, kissed, kissed, and kissed.

I was astonished.

“Vaqā darling! What are you doing? Control yourself. I’m not your lover. I’m not your dream boy. Am I?”

Vaqā Yūsuf kept flung both of her arms around my neck, kept embracing me desperately and kept kissing me on my lips over and over.

My words made her more clung to me.

“They have kidnapped us, Durgesh! My love!-―”

“I’m not your love darling! You are desperate.”

“I’m desperate.” Vaqā Yūsuf admitted, “We all the Årab Muslimāt Beauties present here are desperate, but you are my love. You are our ‘Hindu’ Love. I’m emphasizing ‘Hindu’. Please protect us. We are the same Årab Muslimāt you love very much.”

“Vaqā !” I was all-alert.

“She is not Vaqā Yūsuf, Durgesh!” Dorrie Hardin warned me curtly, “She is a robot.”

I could not believe my ears.

“What?”

“She is a robot.” Dorrie Hardin repeated her caution, “I’m warning you. No Årab Muslimāt Beauties, present here, are the genuine originals. These are robots, especially manufactured to imitate the original ones.”

Vaqā Yūsuf shouted curtly.

“Your robots are there in the Årab Sector, my dear Doctor Dorrie Hardin! You have successfully replaced us all. You have successfully kidnapped us from Trantor itself. From Trantor itself, the utmost secured Capital of Hindu Vishv, the Democratic Union of infinite Hindu Årab Muslimāt Creations, infinite Hindu Other Muslimāt Creations infinite Bachhalyā Brahm Kanyās Creations, infinite Bachhalyā Brahmāñīs Creations and almost infinite traditional Hindus Creations. Congratulations, Doctor Dorrie Hardin! You are really more ingenious than your elder brother, the Mayor of Terminus, Salvor Hardin.”

My eyes hardened.

I wrapped my left arm around the beautiful waist of Vaqā Yūsuf.

My right palm went on her gorgeous Bahrain female buttocks.

Her soft rocketing breasts were quite hardened now and were penetrating my broad male Hindu chest.

“All right. Sweetie! Control yourself. I don’t know the actual facts yet. Nevertheless, whether you are Vaqā Yūsuf herself or her identical robot, I tell you not to be afraid of any one including even me.”

Vaqā Yūsuf laughed.

She kissed me again gratefully.

“I’m not afraid. I’m not afraid of anyone, now.”

Dorrie Hardin warned me again in quite an expressionless voice.

“Durgesh! She is a robot. I say listen to me first.”

Vaqā Yūsuf laughed.

“I’m glad, Dr. Dorrie Hardin! It’s now you who is desperate. Durgesh! My love! I’m not afraid of anyone now. Your left arm is around my waist. Your right palm is on my female buttocks. I know you have accepted me. Thank you. Thank you very much―

‘Everything is mine now, for you are mine,

My Hindu Love! Uf  Sau’d Love this is only thine.

Made for you, Mad for you, my Sau’di Beauty,

Wrap me, hug me, kiss me, Durgesh! I’m your Cutie.’

I smiled softly at Vaqā Yūsuf.

“So, this lady robot is a poet also?”

Vaqā Yūsuf laughed.

She indicated at Dorrie Hardin.

“Ask her. She is the one who is claiming that I’m a robot. Ask her why did she programmed me to be a poet also.”

“Meet the original Vaqā Yūsuf, Durgesh!” Dorrie Hardin said in a cold voice, “Interview her, and decide yourself which one is the real. You can do it now on Trantor simultaneously.”

Vaqā Yūsuf brought down her right hand suddenly and sought out my Hindu Penis.

“What are you doing, Vaqā ? What are you doing? Not now.” I tried to stop her.

Vaqā Yūsuf laughed and groped my hardening Hindu Penis.

“Thank you.” She kissed me again passionately.

“For what?”

“It’s hardening― ‘for me’.” Vaqā Yūsuf winked at me meaningfully and lewdly somewhat.

My left arm around her thin Bahrain waist, tightened.

My right palm on her gorgeous Bahrain female buttocks, pressed hard possessively.

She pulled my zip up, her palm entered my briefs, and then wrapped around my Hindu Penis bravely.

“So you are a brave girl?” I smiled.

“You love Årab Muslimāt lionesses. Don’t you, our Hindu Lion?”

“The Årab Muslimāt lionesses are defeating me now in my own game.” I laughed, “They don’t wait now to be attacked. They attack me first themselves.”

“The scenario has changed since quite, our Hindu Fucker!” Vaqā Yūsuf observed Dorrie Hardin and said curtly, “Now we are having competition from the white sluts.”

“Vaqā Yūsuf–!” Dorrie Hardin thundered, “Watch your language. The Årab Muslimāt sluts―”

“Shut up.”

“The Hindu Penis hungry Årab Muslimāt sluts―”

“You are jealous of us Årab Muslimāt. Aren’t you Dorrie darling?”

“You Årab Muslimāt haven’t monopoly on Durgesh.”

“It’s what you think.” Vaqā Yūsuf laughed at her challengingly, “Never compete with an Årab Muslimā, dearie! Durgesh is made for us and we are made for Durgesh.”

“You are not made for Durgesh, you are mad for Durgesh.” Dorrie Hardin’s eyes blazen.

“You are quite right. We are mad for Durgesh. We are insane for him.Therefore don’t ever compete with us. You are sane and we are insane―

‘We are made, we are mad, made for Durgesh,

If he is inside us, we feel always fresh.

Hindu Penis Årab Muslimā cunt natural pair,

Third party not allowed, please, alert, beware.’”

Dorrie Hardin could not control her any more.

She flared.

“Durgesh! This is too much. Instruct her to keep her bloody mouth shut, otherwise―”

“Otherwise what can you do, Dr. Dorrie Hardin?” Vaqā Yūsuf’s eyes also blazed now. She was playing with my Hindu Penis currently, “You have kidnapped us all and replaced us by your identical lady robots on Trantor. Our parents are satisfied that we are with them. We were worried till now, but now we are content. You have given us Durgesh. Thank you. You can’t do anything to us now, you can see. We are with our life partner. You white pussies can’t win us Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt even. Don’t try. You will be defeated every once.”

“Durgesh! She is talking too much.” Dorrie Hardin screamed, “I say I can’t take it, even for you. Årab Muslimāt are not your born wives.”

“Yes! We are dearie!” Vaqā Yūsuf tittered at her, “We are Durgesh’s born wives―

‘Na ye zameen thi, na aasmaan tha,

na chaand taaron ka bhi nishaan tha,

lekin ye sach hai ki us samay bhi,

Tera mera pyar yoon hi jawan tha.’

’

‘There was no earth, there was no sky,

There was no sign of even stars and moon,

But it is right that even then, our love was there everbright, as it is now.’

Now go and eat your head.”

The hundreds of Årab Muslimāt young women, who were accompanying Vaqā Yūsuf, laughed happily in intense admiration of Vaqā Yūsuf, and joy.

Vaqā Yūsuf sat down quite upright on her knees and ankles, her buttocks were resting on her ankles, brought my Hindu Penis out, and started to suck it overpoweringly.

“Dr. Dorrie Hardin!” Vaqā Yūsuf winked at her, “Now I’m also an Ammul Kāýnāt. You can see I’ll soon outpower you. I’m an Årab Muslimā, and you are not. You receive less Shaktipāt for what you do with Durgesh than I’m receiving now, and will keep on receiving forever from now on. Watch me outpowering you, dearie! Soon you will start to need me more than I needed you and you did not help―

‘Now, eat your head, now it’s my number’.”

Dorrie Hardin had controlled her till now.

“Don’t act so hard to get, Vaqā Yūsuf darling!” She said tersely, “You are only a Miss Saůūdī, A Miss Arab world the more we can say.”

Vaqā Yūsuf laughed sucking my Hindu Penis as before.

“You can’t befool me now, Dr. Dorrie Hardin! You maybe a Doctor of Psychology and administration having studied in the very Streeling University of Trantor, but you are not an Årab Muslimā.”

“And―” Dorrie Hardin was all sarcasm now, “What do you mean by this wild statement you made?”

“Just this―” Vaqā Yūsuf smiled, “You conspired with Saåeedā Al Abū Qāsim.”

“Conspired?” Dorrie Hardin raised her beautiful female Jew eyebrows, “Saåeedā Al Abū Qāsim is my friend. We studied on Trantor in Streeling University. She backs my projects. What is there to conspire to?”

“Saåeedā Al Abū Qāsim is my cousin.” Vaqā Yūsuf winked at her enjoying her distress.

“What?” Dorrie Hardin asked incredulously.

“You are keeping forgetting that you are a Jew girl after all, and we, Saåeedā Al Abū Qāsim and I, are both Årab Muslimā.”

“If you are telling me that only you Årab Muslimāt own Durgesh―”

“Yes! We own. We Årab Muslimāt own. We, the Årab Muslimāt own Durgesh primarily.

‘Årab Muslimā cunts own Durgesh’s Hindu Penis,

Other cunts will get that if only we would

permit’.

Dorrie Hardin laughed.

“You are living in fools’ paradise, Vaqā Yūsuf!  Miss Arab World! Today we White Beauties are filling the Param Purush, Ammuhātul Kāýnāt Param Prāsād, more and more, as Spacer Beauties. You are falling from your high status day by day.”

“Then why did you manage to build especially hundreds of lady robots identical to us best of the Årab Muslimāt Beauties?” Vaqā Yūsuf as much as spat out on Dorrie Hardin’s beautiful face. Her beautiful Baħrain eyes were laughing mockingly at her.

“Hindus are infinite, my dear! And they like to have extremely beautiful lady robots in their households, in their establishments. We always use you Årab Muslimāt Beauties and Other Muslimāt Beauties as models to design these lady robots to please the Hindus of status.”

“Oh! So it’s nothing new? It’s all in ordinary routine?”

“Of course! I’m sorry to offend you, but that’s the actual fact. We have made not only one lady robot identical to you. You are very popular now. We have made millions of your identical lady robots to soften the eyes of the Hindus of status who eagerly want to have you, but can’t afford, can’t even dare to desire you openly, as you have very boldly declared that you don’t compromise on any body else, except Durgesh himself.”

“That much I know, Jew young woman!” Vaqā Yūsuf said contemptuously, “You have built millions of identical lady robots of all of us Årab Muslimāt Beauties present here.”

“There you are.” Dorrie Hardin also laughed, but not contemptuously, patronizingly.

“But you replaced us.”

“No!” Dorrie Hardin refused outright, “That’s an allegation you will have infinite Kalp Kalpānters to prove in the competent court. I’m warning you not to repeat it. Otherwise you will face a case against you from me for defamation of my character.”

Vaqā Yūsuf whirled at me.

“Durgesh! Does she not have any legal obligation to us to prepare millions of lady robots exactly identical to us?”

I looked at her gravely.

“No, Vaqā ! You deserve royalties on every piece of your identical robots sold, but you can’t make Dorrie not to do it. You all are public figures now. You have opted to be Miss Arab World. You surrendered your privacy to the legal owners of it, as soon as you opted for the same.”

“So she has a written permission from our―”

“Yes! It was the reason they arranged the particular contests.They gave you publicity because they wanted to cash it.”

“And they are cashing now?” Vaqā Yūsuf asked gravely.

“And they are cashing now.” I smiled at her, “However, congratulations! You― all of you are multi millionaires now.”

Back in the Dome, only Commander Siever Genarr was not waiting for us.

We had quite a gathering there.

“Papa!-―” Dolorette Siever addressed her father, “I want to talk to you personally.”

“Yes, dear!” Commander Siever Genarr smiled, and then he said to his guests, “Please excuse me.”

Dolorette Siever was all on her fours still now, so I also had to accompany both of them.

“Who are these persons?” Dorrie Hardin asked her father rather abruptly.

“They are also time travelers, darling!” Siever laughed.

“And what are they interested in here on this raw planet to see?”

“They are with these babes.”

“With these Årab Muslimāt babes?”

“Yes, darling!”

“They are claiming that Dorrie has kidnapped them and replaced them with their identical lady robots.”

“What?” Commander Siever Genarr was all astonishment.

“Haven’t you noticed that Vaqā Yūsuf is now also a mare of Durgesh as I am and Dorrie Hardin also?”

“I was going to ask you when I had the appropriate opportunity.” Commander Siever Genarr informed her thoughtfully.”

“”“Well, she sucked Durgesh’s Penis and then made Durgesh to fuck her.”

“Vaqā Yūsuf made Durgesh to fuck her?” Commander Siever Genarr was more serious now.

Dolorette Siever nodded.

“Vaqā Yūsuf made Durgesh to fuck her.”

“I see.”

“What?”

“Nothing! I thought so. Insigna also proposed to Kr’p, Kr’p did not to Insigna.”

“You haven’t forgotten Insigna Aunty still now, father?” Dolorette Siever was sympathetic for her father now. More than ordinarily now, as Eugenia Insigna was also here now with her wonderful daughter, Maimoonā Usmā Islām.

“Can you forget Durgesh, girlie? If he ever deserts you?”

Dolorette Siever pushed back both her beautiful female buttocks into my nude Hindu male lap and swallowed every part of my Hindu Prick possessively into her smart Jew cunt.

“I think I can understand father!”

“I was not broken totally when Insigna married that Ārý Samājī. It was when your mother also―”

“I can understand. Don’t talk about it if it bothers you.”

Erythro was as large a planet as the Earth itself was. However, Commander Siever Genarr ruled actually a domed region that covered nearly three square kilometers and was slowly growing.

The rest of the planet, however, nearly five hundred million square kilometers of land and sea, was still unoccupied by human beings?

Or, was it unoccupied?

If it was, where the people of ‘Atāshī’ lived?

Why he was so soft still to Dorothy, Dolorette’s mother?

He asked her that Shakīlā Ħasan, Farrukħ Ħasan and Saåeedā Al Abū Qāsim should be allowed, and he allowed.

Why didn’t he refuse?

What was Dorothy now for him?

Why did he allow Dorothy’s friends?

“These time traveler girls were also Saåeedā Al Abū Qāsim’s friends.

If Dorrie Hardin had kidnapped them, by replacing them with their identical lady robots, how did Vaqā Yūsuf and her co contestant Årab Muslimāt Beauties made their escape from Terminus?

Naturally, with the help of Saåeedā Al Abū Qāsim, Shakīlā Ħasan, and Farrukħ Ħasan.

Shakīlā Ħasan was Javed Ħasan’s sister, but Javed did not like her.

Why?

Farrukħ Ħasan was Javed Ħasan’s wife, but she is happy in keeping her nude Årab Muslimā female buttocks in Durgesh’s nude Hindu male lap engrossed, enjoying Durgesh’s superb Hindu Penisinto her smart Årab Muslimā cunt.

Javed Ħasan’ was not interested in her any more.

Both his sister and his wife were permanent Årab Muslimā mare of Durgesh.

Durgesh was always riding on both of them.

These extremely beautiful Årab Muslimāt women― whether any of them did not have any sexual relationship with Durgesh?

Commander Siever Genarr does not think so.

They all love Durgesh’s Hindu Penis into their smart Årab Muslimā cunts very adroitly, very competently.

Moreover, they are not ashamed of it.

Vaqā Yūsuf could not believe that she was a free girl now again, with all her extremely beautiful Årab Muslimāt co contestants.

She did not waste more time in sucking my Penis.

She was undressing me fully at the same time.

I was also undressing her.

As soon as we both, Vaqā Yūsuf and I, were undressed, she lied down on her back and guided my Hindu Penis towards her beautiful rosy Baħrain Årab Muslimāt labial lips.

I kissed her virgin Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt and entered.

Vaqā Yūsuf kissed me and urged to enter more.

It was only the head of my Hindu Penis now into her cunt.

She was not unaware of Hinduism totally.

The Hindus were present there in Saůūdī Årab also. Many of them were too influential even that The King and the Prime Minister needed them for their advices in various matters.

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More Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Prelude to Ten Commandments

2.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

3. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

4. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

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Other interesting writings from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Maamekam sharan’am vraj

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Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

16. A Deep Conflict-1

17. A deserving unfaithfulness

18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

19. I’m never ashamed of it

20. Yåqūb Family-1

21. They conspired against me

22 A secret Smile

23. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

25. The Beaming Knowledge

26. The three pregnants-1

27. The three pregnants-2

28. In the Moonlight

29. The women in my life

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

48. Making love and understanding everything

49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

DSM Satyarthi

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

CHAPTER TEN

The Religion of Science

Helga Dostoevsky laughed at Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev of Smyrno.

She knew that Nauheedov was the most rotten Spacer Beauty of all of the four.

However, she could not do anything in the matter.

“Why are you laughing?” Nauheedov could not control her anger.

“White women are not interested in Black men, they are interested in Sex.”

“And the white men cannot provide it to their women!” Nauheedov rejoined Helga Dostoevsky sarcastically.

Helga Dostoevsky was patient.

She knew how to be patient with the rotten Princess.

They both were now in the Rose room.

“It is Trantor, Nauheedov!” She smiled at her.

“As if I don’t know even that we have succeeded so far to come to Trantor. It was my real objective when I staged my so called kidnapping from Smyrno.” Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev smiled contemptuously, “and the bloody bitch thinks she has got me.”

Helga Dostoevsky did not ask who the bloody bitch was.

She knew very well that Nauheedov was speaking of Lynda Wienis now.

Nauheedov Khrushchev did not like the maternal treatment she was receiving from Lynda Wienis.

She was a spoiled child of Kħaleefā Aħmadov Khrushchev of Smyrno.

Lynda Wienis was actually a descendant from the old historical Jews and being a Muslimā, Nauheedov Khrushchev had so many historical complaints from the Jews.

She was not glad even though that in today Inter Universal Politics, The Årab Muslimāt and even the Other Muslimāt had left the Jews Beauties many parsecs far behind.

Durgesh was the crucial figure in today Inter Universal Politics and the infinite Årab Muslimāt and the infinite Other Muslimāt had so captured Durgesh that even Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu had to surrender to them to get infinite extremely daughters for him.

Even then, he could not succeed completely.

The ingenious Årab Muslimāt managed to project their own another bodies to become the extremely beautiful daughters of Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu.

In this way, they had defeated Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu to overpower the Årab Muslimāt and the Other Muslimāt even, if he had any sinister hidden agenda to dethrone them from their eversupreme status of evertop Ammuhātul Kāýnāt.

The Brahm Jagdambās could not outpower them ever.

They did not have their separate ultimate existence.

They were their projected bodies only, even if they were specially projected.

Durgesh could not get his Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt women annoyed.

The mighty Durgesh, the almost almighty Durgesh, depended on his Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt women’s support.

His empire was a Hindu Empire but it was ruled actually by these ingenious Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt after Durgesh.

Even Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu was the third ruler in the system.

He was checkmated by the ingenious Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt Ammuhātul Kāýnāt very cleverly and successfully.

And, Allāh, the ‘everinnocent’ (?) Kħātooné Åālmeen had designed the stratagem, not even Fātimā or Åāýeshā.

“Why are you so furious today, Nauheedov?” Helga Dostoevsky asked in her best possible sweetest voice.

“You tell your Durgesh that his Lynda Wienis should mind her own business. She should stop at once her maternal attitude to me, otherwise―”

“You will not do any foolish thing ‘otherwise’.” Helga Dostoevsky flared suddenly, “You rotten fool! Understand it, and understand it for once and all. You will not do any foolishness until I don’t permit you. Durgesh is the key figure―

“Durgesh is the captive of our Muslimāt cunts.” Nauheedov Khrushchev screamed at top of her lungs, “We Årab Muslimāt and the Other Muslimāt keep him there and that is the right place for him. You understand that Helga Dostoevsky! We the Årab Muslimāt and the Other Muslimāt are the actual ruler of this so called Hindu Empire of Democratic Union of infinite infinite Hindu Årab Muslimat Creations, infinite Hindu Other Muslimat Creations, infinite Bachhalya  Brahm Kanyās Creations, infinite Bachhalyā Brahmāñīs Creations and almost infinite traditional Hindus Creations.. It’s our empire, dearie! Durgesh is enjoying only our beautiful, smart, and cunning, Årab Muslimāt and the Other Muslimāt cunts. Let him do that, and that only. I’m not afraid of him. Tell him that also if you want to.”

Helga Dostoevsky was dumb founded.

She could not believe her own ears.

Nauheedov Khrushchev was so emotional inside, she did not know even after such a long friendship.

She did not know that she did not want Durgesh as her male, because she was not impressed by the so-called success of Durgesh.

Was Sābirā Al Saåeedī Al Gamāl were right?

She was a secret agent of the former Egypt.

It was the Egyptian sub sector now, part of the bigger Årab sector.

“Durgesh is very successful with beautiful girls.” Sābirā Al Saåeedī Al Gamāl told her, “I met him when he was in Egypt on the special request of the then Government of Egypt.”

“And you are from that homewhen?” Helga Dostoevsky asked her incredulously.

“No.”

“No.” Sābirā Al Saåeedī Al Gamāl admitted, “I’m from the same homewhen that is yours.”

“But how is it possible?”

“We are living in an age of too much developed and advanced science, Helga! You must not wonder at everything you hear or see.”

“I see.”

“Durgesh was a secret agent of India then. His specialty was that he could make any beautiful young girl to sleep with him anytime anywhere.”

“Anytime? Anywhere?”

“Yes, he made even me to sleep with him even though I did not want to. I was working on Sir Bahrām, a Persian.”

“So he is not the Ultimate Administrator of Hindu Vishv a Democratic Union of infinite Hindu Årab Muslimat Creations, infinite Hindu Other Muslimāt Creations infinite Bachhalyā Brahm Kanyās Creations, infinite Bachhalyā Brahmāñīs Creations and almost infinite traditional Hindus Creations?”

“He is.” Sābirā Al Saåeedī Al Gamāl told Helga Dostoevsky, “He is. But I haven’t seen the entire infinite raised to power infinite creations with my own eyes, where it is said that he rules.”

“So you think it is all nonsense?”

“The Årab Muslimāt and the Other Muslimāt are very ingenious, Helga! They made Durgesh to join them by offering their own beautiful female bodies forever.”

“And Durgesh joined them?”

“Why not? He is ravenous to sleep with any beautiful Årab Muslimā or any Other Muslimā if he can.”

“Why? When he is a Hindu―”

“I think he is communal and gets more satisfaction sexually when he fucks us Årab Muslimāt and the Other Muslimāt than the other beauties of other religions and creeds.”

“So it is not Durgesh we have to fight? It is you Årab Muslimāt and the Other Muslimāt we have to fight with?”

“Durgesh is taking great interest in marrying the white women with black men nowadays.”

“I know.” Helga Dostoevsky said curtly, “Durgesh was interested in us white girls initially and you Årab Muslimāt and the Other Muslimāt became worried.”

“What nonsense are you talking, Helga?” Sābirā Al Saåeedī Al Gamāl was quite astonished, “Durgesh is fanatic to have sex with us Årab Muslimāt and the Other Muslimāt. He can’t even sleep if he could not have sex with us. He has gone to the extent that he compromised with us Muslims to preach Islam even to the Hindus.”

“I’ve heard quite different.” Helga Dostoevsky was sarcastic, “It was ‘Koneené Islam’, the live 3-D hyper channel you Årab Muslimāt have which spread the slogans: ‘With a Hindu once, the Muslimāt go dance’, ‘Hindu male is fair, the Muslim males beware’. ‘Hindu rides Muslimāt―”

Sābirā Al Saåeedī Al Gamāl cut Helga Dostoevsky short.

“I’ve seen all these slogans and even worse, even vulgar and porn, like: ‘Hindu Prick in cunt Muslimā, Muslimāt! It next to―”

“Stop it. What do you want to say actually? I know the teen Muslimāt are over enthusiastic with Hindu play boys.”

“Not only teen Muslimāt, Helga!” Sābirā Al Saåeedī Al Gamāl was serious now, “The scenario of the Muslim world is changing very fast.”

“What do you mean?”

“Once it is brought out by the media that there are Muslims only in big number in terrorism, now the second scandal about the Muslims is that they are impotents.”

“What?”

“There is a vast rumor in the media that the Muslims are actually incapable to satisfy there wives, so the Muslimāt always had their sexual relations with this Hindu or that.”

Helga Dostoevsky looked gravely at Sābirā Al Saåeedī Al Gamāl.

Then she stood up and started pacing the floor.

“Just before Durgesh was here in Egypt, he was in Pakistan, Sābirā! He worked with Commander Ashok, Colonel Suneel, and the so called Major Ākāsh―”

“The so called Major Ākāsh?” Sābirā looked at her in quite surprise. Is there not any Major Ākāsh anywhere?”

“Was, and is, but he was the fellow who was really the Chief of Commander Ashok’s Black Force.”

“Commander Ashok’s Black Force?”

“A secret institution of hardcore black commandos under Commander Ashok. Durgesh was its Chief actually but it was shown always that its Chief was Major Ākāsh.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Forget it. What I was saying that in Pakistan, the Pakistani Hindus were kidnapping the beautiful Pakistani Muslim women and making them pregnant.”

“Oh!”

“For a long time every person believed that those were the Pakistani Hindus, who were behind it, but was not the reality.”

“it was not the reality?”

“Nope!” Helga Dostoevsky stated, “A Pakistani Commander, Commander Isrār Aħmad was doing it to provoke the Muslims against Hindus.”

Sābirā was alert.

“What do you want to say, Helga?”

“The Hindus are the most peaceful persons among all of us. I have studied and found that whenever the Muslim leaders find they can’t answer something to their people, they divert their attention to non-Muslims, accusing them for something the non-Muslims have never done.”

“What do you want to say? The Hindus have nothing to do with these vulgar and even porn slogans?-― ‘Hindu Prick in cunt Muslimā, Muslimāt! It next to Kalmā’. The vile and porn language used in this slogan does not suit with the ever peaceful and sexually high cultured Hindus. This is a teen slogan and devised by the over enthusiastic teen Muslimāt themselves?”

“Of course! Why not?” Helga Dostoevsky said, “Even if it is not the case, the vile slogan is designed by some other miscreant than the Hindus. The slogan maker is provoking the Muslims to fight with Hindus, so that their attention is diverted from the slogan maker Satan.”

Sābirā Al Saåeedī Al Gamāl looked at Helga.

“If not the over enthusiastic teen Muslimāt, who this miscreant evil forces can be?”

“What about the Whites?”

“What?”

“There is too much roar about the Black men and the White women in the media these days. Why it can’t be that the White men want to divert the attention of the media from them and focus it on the Muslims? The Muslims are criticizing the Whites too much. It puts them in the right path to watch their own homes”

“So you say the Hindus are not responsible for it?”

“It does not suit their peaceful and highly civilized behavior about sex.”

“Isn’t it a fact that the Hindus love Muslimāt to have sex with them?”

“Well, there are always some communals in every society.” Helga Dostoevsky observed.

Kħaleefā Aħmadov Khrushchev thundered at his daughter.

“You fool! Durgesh is with us.”

Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev equally thundered at her father.

“I’m not a fool. Durgesh is fooling you, Abbū Kħaleefā! Hindus are Kaffirs.”

“Nauheedov, try to understand your father, please!” Kħaleefā Aħmadov Khrushchev of Smyrno rebuked his daughter. Durgesh is not a captive in your Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt cunts. You are not the ultimate rulers of the universes. You don’t have enough resources―”

“How do you know?” Nauheedov cut her father in his mid sentence and smiled cunningly.

Kħaleefā Aħmadov Khrushchev pursed his lips in wild exasperation, “What do you think, Allāh, Fātimā and Åāýeshā― the irrepressible trio, will help us if we say Durgesh is a captive in your infinite Årab Muslimāt and infinite Other Muslimāt cunts?”

“The Årab Muslimāt Trinity has won Durgesh, but the success is worthless if the Other Muslimāt do not help them. The greatest Muslimāt women Empire cannot run without having us Other Muslimāt in their confidence.”

“So you want to destroy the Empire if the Årab Muslimāt Trinity do not take you into their confidence?” Kħaleefā Aħmadov Khrushchev was furious at his own daughter.

“The Trinity defeated Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu but there are Shésh and Tārxý also. They are with Durgesh blindly.”

“Durgesh will take care of them, if you just cooperate.”

“Why the Hindu Muslimāt Sex scandal?”

“It will keep the Hindus in right path.” Kħaleefā Aħmadov Khrushchev smiled cunningly, deceitfully and cleverly.

“Oh, so it is also our by product?”

“Commander Isrār Ahmad from former Pakistan and now Pakistan sub sector of Trantor has devised it.”

“I know that much.” Nauheedov Khrushchev said somewhat curtly, “He had launched a successful Hindu Muslimāt Sex scandal in Pakistan once and succeeded very brilliantly. The Hindus were unable to defend themselves. The Muslims were furious.”

Kħaleefā Aħmadov Khrushchev laughed.

“The fools did not know that it was Muslims’ own campaign against Hindus. The Hindus are portrayed very appreciatively in media. The media always praise the Hindus that they are very peaceful people as far as their sexual practices are concerned. The fools forget completely that it were Hindus who gave Kāmsūtr and the Tantrs to the human beings. This new Hindu Muslimāt Sex scandal of ours will earn a great defame for the Hindus . They will have to defend themselves and our under cover beautiful Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt agents will make them to marry, love, and open sex performances, exposing thus the Hindus more and more. Even the Dvij Hindus and the most diplomatic Bachhalyās cannot help it except to surrender. We want our hardcore undercover Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt secret agents as the wives, girl friends and utmost intimate sex partners of all the politically important Hindu households. Communists are already doing it. We have no other option except to join them in the race.”

“‘Hindu Prick in Cunt Muslimā, Muslimāt! It next to Kalmā’?” Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev laughed.

Kħaleefā Aħmadov Khrushchev joined his daughter in the vile laughter,

““‘Hindu Prick in Cunt Muslimā, Muslimāt! It next to Kalmā’.”

I could not control any longer.

“Nauheedov!” I said curtly, “I can’t believe you are behind it.”

Nauheedov Khrushchev winked at me lewdly.

“Want to fuck me? Come on. I surrender.”

I sighed softly and recited―

“‘‘Why there are differences among us?

Everybody is making too much fuss.

If I born in a Hindu family, am I responsible for it?

If you born in a Muslim family, are you responsible for it?

If he born in a Christian family, is he responsible?

If she is born in a Jew family, is she responsible?

Why can’t we intermarry if we please?

Why can’t we date each other if we please?

Are we all not descendants of Adam and Eve?

If it is not so why do you pretend to believe?

Tear up your divine books if you don’t have any faith in them.

Burn them all if you don’t need any more of them.

Stop the hypocrisy of going church every Sunday.

Stop the hypocrisy of reading Namāz five times a day.

Reciting of Mantrs in the Mandirs haven’t made you a human being if,

Shame on you that you even now claim your belief.

Ved Bible and Qur’ān all teach us humanity.

Are their teachings now for you mere futility?

‘We one our nest one’ I’ve found in our divine books.

Please don’t destroy our nest allowing differences and crooks.

Follow the path of love every divine book does preach.

Prosperity and true happiness will not be then out of reach.’

Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev laughed.

“Forget it, Durgesh darling! Nobody needs your so called prosperity and your so called true happiness. Your true happiness lies into our Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt cunts, and our true happiness lies into your miraculous Hindu Penis. Come on, give it to me and enjoy my youth, beauty and Turkmenistani Muslimā virginity.”

“If you wanted to do it after all, why did you pretended till now that you want a Muslim male for you, Nauheedov?” I asked her gravely.

Nauheedov Khrushchev smiled at me mockingly.

“Do you really want to know?”

“Of course!”

“Because I did not know then that the Muslims are impotents.” Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev winked at me, “Now come on.”

“You are playing very dangerous, Nauheedov!”

Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev smiled sophisticatedly.

“For whom, my dear?”

She brought her beautiful right hand down and sought out my Hindu Penis.

She held it, observed, and smiled.

“So it is the great Hindu Penis made the infinite Årab Muslimāt and the infinite Other Muslimāt mad about itself? Well, I think it deseres to be so.”

She started to play with my Hindu Penis playfully.

She was very beautiful.

My Penis hardened and kept on hardening more and more with her Muslim treat.

“Hindu Penis Muslim treats, Muslimāt it never cheats.” Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev winked at me.

I smiled.

“You can give it any Muslimāt treats as you like, Nauheedov! However, you can’t make the Muslims believe that we Hindus are doing it.”

“You don’t know Muslims, my dear! Just read this news.”

She closed a contact and the news appeared on the wall―

“Legally this is the position of Hindu Muslimāt sexual relations in Muslim countries.” Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev smiled, bent down, rested her beautiful buttocks on her ankles and started to suck me.

“You are not paying minute attention to the news, Nauheedov!” I smiled at her patronizingly.

“Oh! And what have I overlooked, my dear Muslimāt fucker Hindu playboy?” She laughed still smiling and sucking my Hindu Prick more confidently.

“The news ends with the lines―

‘In May, the country’’ best-Inown Christian convert, Lina Joy, lost a battle in Malaysia’’ highest court to have the word ““slam””removed from her identity card.’

“Really, of course! And what does it show?”

“The Hindu husband and the Muslim wife succeeded while the Christian convert, Lina Joy, failed.”

Nauheedov Khrushchev laughed.

“And―” I said and stopped in mid sentence meaningfully.

“And?” Nauheedov Khrushchev raised her eyebrows questioningly.

“It is the reason why many of my Muslimāt women have not married me legally. They live with me as my wives but―”

“I also propose to do so. Am I honored? Am I accepted?”

“You know, I can’t refuse.”

“Thank you.” Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev smiled at me and then winked lewdly, “you are the most successful Hindu playboy with us Muslimāt, dear!”

“I think it was the case at first.”

“What do you mean?”

“Now, it is the reverse.”

“Oh! You want to say now we are; we Muslimāt are, most successful with you?”

“Is it not true? Take for instant yourself.”

She laughed.

“Yes, I see your point.”

She started to undress me fully.

I honored her also undressing her in response.

Then I lifted her up on my arms and took her to the bed.

At the very next moment, Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev was lying down there on the bed on her back, playing still with my extremely hardened Hindu Penis.

Then she brought it down to her rosy Muslimā labial lips, awaiting eagerly now to take my Hindu Prick between them.

They greeted it ravenously.

She rubbed the head of my Penis between them.

Her eyes turned rosy.

She pressed it there.

The labial lips opened and the head of my Penis entered into.

Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev could not control herself.

She raised her beautiful female buttocks and made an upward thrust.

My Hindu Penis entered one fourth.

Her Muslimā virginity was torn up by her own wild thrust.

She sighed, pursed her lips and made the second upward thrust.

My Hindu Penis vanished half into her ravenous Muslimā cunt.

Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev smiled confidently at me.

“Enjoying?” She asked me smiling bravely.

I was playing playfully with her gorgeous Muslimā buttocks.

They were becoming rosy and hardening due to my erotic Hindu treat.

“Your communal sex craving is being satisfied?”

“Of course, dear! I was waiting for the moment since a long time.” I also winked at her and now I made my Hindu thrust downwards.

My Hindu Cock vanished three fourth.

She did not allow me the last thrust.

It was from her.

Upwards Of course!

And, it sent my rocketing Hindu Penis totally inside her beautiful smart Muslimā vagina.

She lifted up her beautiful nude legs and put them on my equally nude Hindu shoulders.

“Don’t do anything for sometime, please!” She requested me, “I want to feel the entire great Hindu Penis inside me and enjoy.”

“O.K. We Hindu try to respect our Muslimāt women’s sexual cravings.”

“Which Muslims never do.” She said curtly.

“Nauheedov!” I looked at her in surprise.

“I forgive my sister Muslimāt who are trying their best not to lose you Hindus to the white women.” Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev looked into my black eyes, “I know now, I myself join them.”

“Nauheedov! You are―”

“I sympathize with white women, Durgesh! But sorry, I can’t share you with them”

“So you are pushing them to the black men?”

“The whites are not any more competent than the Muslims. I do not think there is necessarily any inherent superiority in the Black Male physically, despite the pictures, the testimonials. The superiority is psychological, not physical. But it is the psychological side, which creates the physical (and sexual) superiority. I admit there are many white women who become numbed, or disgruntled, over the ““ailings””and limitations of white husbands. However, many of those cases where the white woman begins singing the praises of Black love are hardly the most reliable sources. They have been wounded by the white man, so how can they be impartial?”

“Now you are talking more rationally.” I laughed, “Do you realize, Nauheedov?”

Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev laughed.

“I think your Hindu Prick into my bright Muslimā cunt is bringing me to senses.”

“You may think you are joking but you are quite right instead.” I said gravely, “Your frequency has met with the Ammuhātul Kāýnāt and your brain is receiving their inner thoughts therefore.”

Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev laughed.

“Oh, stop it. You are really making me to believe as if it is really a science.”

“It is really a science, my dear! Very popular in Årab when Islam came there.”

“What?” She was all alert suddenly.

“You tell everybody we Hindus have Kām Sūtr and Tantrs. Well, I’m trying to teach you the same.”

“Allah!”

“By Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā, Nauheedov! I’m not befooling you.”

“Well, I don’t blame my sister Muslimāt, if they don’t want to share you with the white women. We have to keep at least something to us exclusively, if we really want to rule the infinite Universes.”

‘All during the long period of evolutionary growth in the Second Age, each superuniverse has developed entirely on its own, under the unique influence of one of the Master Spirits. These Seven Master Spirits are uniquely diverse in nature because they personalize the seven possible combinations (singular and plural) of the Three Paradise Deities. In the illustration facing this page, we have symbolized the unique nature of each Master Spirit by the arrangement of three circles. These three circles are so drawn that there are seven areas – three areas where there is no overlap, three areas where there is a double overlap, and one area that has a triple overlap. This is a reasonably good symbol for the Master Spirits, just as the three concentric circles are a meaningful symbol for the Three Persons of Deity in, and as, the Paradise Trinity.’

Suddenly 3-D started to recite in a very sweet Årab feminine voice,

“Hindu Prick in Cunt Muslimā, Muslimāt! It next to Kalmā’― ‘Hindu Prick in Cunt Muslimā, Muslimāt! It next to Kalmā’ ― ‘Hindu Prick in Cunt Muslimā, Muslimāt! It next to Kalmā’ ―”

It started to repeat the same slogan repetitively.

“Abbū Kħaleefā wants to contact with me in 3-D.” Nauheedov Khrushchev explained.

Her father Kħaleefā Aħmadov Khrushchev was also on Trantor.

It was one of the main reasons Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev had managed to come to Trantor, under the disguise that she was a war prisoner of Anacreon with her two young women friends, Princess Lorraine Abraham of Konom and Princess Rosalie David of Daribow.

“If you want to contact with Abbū Kħaleefā―”

“They say you can do it without touching any contact and only fucking one of us―”

I smiled.

Pulled my Penis out of her till so far virgin cunt and pushed it again back with a greater thrust.

She jumped on the bed still on her back.

“Allah―hhhhh―” She screamed.

But the contact has been made and she was viewing now her younger sister Sādiyovā Khrushchev as if she was also present there.

“Salāmu ålékum, Bājī!” Sādiyovā Khrushchev laughed, “So you’ve also joined the herd?”

“Va ålékum asslām― Va ålékum asslām!” Nauheedov Khrushchev also laughed and winked at her younger sister, “I’m testing the miracles of this Hindu Penis. Lynda Wienis has advertised it very much everywhere where she could.”

“You can’t blame her, Āpā Bee! She has to fight with the religion of science of the Mayor of Terminus, Mayor Salvor Hardin.”

“But she is preaching ‘Religion of Durgesh’s Hindu Penis’. She could have named it somewhat else, not so odd, vulgar, erotic and, well, porn.”

“That is only in the mockery of the religion of science of the Mayor of Terminus. Actually she calls it ‘Shivling Sādhnā’ ‘The Practice of the Penis Benevolent’. It is as ancient as the formation of the Cosmos itself. A large number of the Traditional Hindus also follow it. They call themselves ‘Shaiv’, ‘Shākt’ and ‘Kaul’.”

“I know, but the practice was abused even by the Hindus of status.”

“Don’t say it to any Shaiv, Shākt or Kaul.” Sādiyovā Khrushchev laughed, “Traditional Hindus are also not small in numbers. Moreover they are protected by Dvij Hindus and the Utmost Diplomatic yet very very cunning Bachhalyās.”

Nauheedov Khrushchev also laughed.

“Dvij Hindus can be argued, Sādiyovā! But I don’t think the Bachhalyās can be. They are somewhat like Traditional Hindus in their adamences. They even don’t have soft corner for us Årab Muslimāt and the Other Muslimāt.”

“They love the Brahm Kanyās and the Brahmāñīs.” Sādiyovā Khrushchev winked at her elder sister, “Try sometime your feminine charms on the Bachhalyās and observe their responses.”

“Lāħaul vilā qoovat illā villāħ.” Nauheedov Khrushchev raised her beautiful nostrils in indignation, “Am I such a fool? Try my feminine charms on such a fools as the Bachhalyās, who think there is not a beauty anywhere except the Brahm Kanyās and the Brahmāñīs? Lāħaul vilā qoovat illā villāħ. Lāħaul vilā qoovat illā villāħ.”

Sādiyovā Khrushchev laughed open heartedly.

Then her eyes twinkled with sudden mischief.

She called out.

“Mahārudr! Nauheedov Bāji wants to talk to you.”

Mahārudr Bachhalyā suddenly appeared there.

He was very humble to Nauheedov Khrushchev always.

“Ādāb Bāji!” He addressed Nauheedov Khrushchev with all the respect he could muster.

Nauheedov Khrushchev was a very close friend of Pārvatī Āyanger, his elder sister, he worshipped more than anyone else.

“Tasleem― Tasleem, my dearest brother! Khālidovā is still waiting for your answer.”

But, Mahārudr could not speak.

His everbrilliant Brāhmañ Chief wife, Pārvatī Shéshādri, abruptly appeared there.

“Bāji! Ādāb!” She also greeted Nauheedov Khrushchev passionately.

“Tasleem, my dear Bhābhī sāħibā! Tasleem.” Nauheedov replied somewhat sarcastically, “ I can’t talk to my brother without any interruption from my Bhābhīs, eh?”

“Nanad Begam!” Pārvatī Shéshādri Turki b’ Turki said, “Don’t try to bring new Bhābhīs in the home without permission from the Bhābhīs in power. Isn’t it clear?”

“Are you challenging me, Bhābhī?” Nauheedov rebuked.

‘“I’m not a Muslimā, my dear! I’m a Brahm Kanyā. We Brahm Kanyās don’t believe in ‘talāq’. When we marry, we marry for ever. It is called ‘Satītv’ and ‘Pātivratý’ in our religion.”

“Mahāsatī Sulochanā and Ammul Kāýnāt Mandodarī are perhaps your ideals, Bhābhī sāħibā!”

“What do you mean?”

“Both of them could not save the lives of their respective husbands, Mėghnād and Rāvañ.”

Pārvatī Shéshādri thundered.

“Nanad Begam! Durgesh should discipline you how to talk with your Bhābhīs. My husband, Mahārudr Bachhalyā, maybe your younger brother, but even then you’ve no right to compare him with Mėghnād and Rāvañ. He is neither.”

“But Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer is.”

“And what about him?” Pārvatī Shéshādri was all alert now.

Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer was the eldest paternal uncle of Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabeer. But at the same time, he was a maternal uncle of Pārvatī Shéshādri also.

The young Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Zabeer, was her maternal cousin, and both the maternal uncle and the maternal cousin loved her very much.

“Keep Mahārudr out of that great Arabian battle. It is turning into more dangerous battle than the original Mahā Bhārat itself. It may turn out to be an inter universal war even, if it cannot be stopped by the concerned parties”

“You love Al Hudā more than Mahārudr. Don’t you Nanad Begam?”

“Hudā is not in danger, you fool!” Nauheedov Khrushchev was furious now, “She is well protected into the nude lap of Durgesh now. The Penis benevolent of Durgesh is visiting her love tunnel now continuously. She is out of reach of all the ‘Kauravs’ of this Årab Mahā Bhārat.”

“Māmū Kħaleefā―”

“Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer is not a Kħaleefā, and he will never be.” Nauheedov Khrushchev cut Pārvatī Shéshādri short and thundered, “Mahārudr! Your Brāhmañ Chief wife is a downright fool. Marry Khālidovā, please! Only Khālidovā can make you see the things in Kuwait and the Årab creations as they really are. She is from Saudi Arabia itself and fallen in love with you head long foot. Don’t believe me, if you don’t want to. Ask Pārvatī Āyanger, your elder sister you worship more than anyone.”

“Bāji!” Mahārudr Bachhalyā was serious now, “Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer loves his sister’s daughter Pārvatī Shéshādri more than you can even imagine.”

“He is working for Imām Al Aħmad Al Kāmil.”

“I know.”

“You don’t know. Imām Al Aħmad Al Kāmil is Jarāsandh of this Mahā Bhārat. Khālidovā is his sister’s daughter. Is it clear now what I’m proposing?”

“Khālidovā is a rotten whore!” Pārvatī Shéshādri screamed at the top of her lungs. She is a porn movie star, having hundreds of Hindu Penises into her every goddamned Muslim hole in front of the movie cameras. Don’t try to bring her in my house. Keep that dirty Muslimā slut out of my house. Let it remain a house clean and inhabitable.”

“Pārvatī!” Mahārudr scolded her.

“I won’t compromise, Mahārudr! I say.” Pārvatī Shéshādri declared doggedly, “There is a limit of everything.That porn movie star Khālidovā Nicole will not join our home as your wife. It’s final. Let her be as much beautiful as no one can imagine. Even then― She can’t join our household. Promise me that.”

“Durgesh has married so many Saudi Arabian porn movie stars that―”

“Mahārudr is not Durgesh.” Pārvatī Shéshādri said curtly, “And the porn Saudi Arabian movie stars Durgesh married were working in those porn movies with Durgesh himself. They never worked with anybody else.”

“Pārvatī Bhābhī!” Nauheedov Khrushchev addressed Pārvatī Shéshādri heatedly, “Kħadeejā Al Jalāl was also a porn movie star.”

“Nauheedov!”

“You requested to Durgesh to marry her. Because she was your another maternal uncle, Sheikħ Al Jalāl Al Wahāb’s daughter. Didn’t you?”

“Nauheedov Nanad Begam! Durgesh is capable to deal with these kind of situations. Mahārudr is not Durgesh and you know it.”

“Do you love your Saudi Arabian Māmūs more than your Māmūs who are the citizens of Kuwait?”

“Nauheedov Nanad Begam! You are talking nonsense now.”

“Pārvatī Bhābhī!” Nauheedov Khrushchev addressed Pārvatī Shéshādri rudely, “You have a big name, but it takes courage,, it takes bravery, it takes guts, it takes nerve, valor, daring, and audacity to live up a big name. Particularly as big as ‘Pārvatī’. Pārvatī Āyanger has lived up the name. You have not.”

Pārvatī Shéshādri was furious.

She could not forget what Nauheedov Khrushchev said to her―

“Pārvatī Bhābhī!” Nauheedov Khrushchev had addressed Pārvatī Shéshādri rudely, “You have a big name, but it takes courage,, it takes bravery, it takes guts, it takes nerve, valor, daring, and audacity to live up a big name. Particularly as big as ‘Pārvatī’. Pārvatī Āyanger has lived up the name. You have not.”

‘Pārvatī Āyanger has lived up the name. You have not.’

‘Pārvatī Āyanger has lived up the name. You have not.’

And how had Pārvatī Āyanger lived up her big name?

She surrendered to Durgesh to save Mahārudr’s life, while she hated Durgesh very much.

Imām Al Aħmad Al Kāmil tried to soothe her.

“Bétā! Don’t be so restless. Don’t be so furious.”

“Tell me, Māmū Imām!” Pārvatī Shéshādri was still as furious as she was, “These white sluts will really invade our Bachhalyās households and destroy our peace forever? Can’t you keep them to the Blacks if they are not satisfied with the whites?”

“Pārvatī Bétā!”

“Māmū Imām! They all say you are the only hope Islam has.”

“They are wrong , my daughter!” Imām Al Aħmad Al Kāmil looked at his Bhānjī with very soft hearted loving eyes, “Actually, I’m not the only hope Islam has, Durgesh is the only hope Islam has.”

“Māmū Kħaleefā!” Pārvatī Shéshādri clenched her paims in desperate indignation, “Durgesh is an outright Hindu. He is not even a Muslim. And you are telling me he is the only hope Islam has? In other words you are telling me Islam doesn’t has any hope now. The Muslim terrorists, you call Mujahideen, have destroed every hope for your Islam.”

“My Islam?” Imām Al Aħmad Al Kāmil smiled patronizingly at his desperate Bhānjī, “Islam did not came for me only, Baby! It came for all of us human beings. Your husband Mahārudr is also working for Islam. Ask him why he is working for Islam while he is a Hindu.”

“Māmū Imām!”

“With your Hindu husband, Mahārudr Bachhalyā, my dear sister’s daughter! Pārvatī Shéshādri! You are also working for Islam while you hate any Muslimā Co Wife in your own Bachhalyā household. Ask yourself why it is so.”

“I don’t want any white ma’m in my house, Māmū Imām! Keep them at least to the Blacks, please! And Khālidovā Nicole there is out of question. That porn movie star―”

“Why are you Brahm Kanyās and the Brahmāñīs are so adament to keep the Bachhalyās only to yourselves?” Imām Al Aħmad Al Kāmil smiled, “You don’t want any Muslimā there. You don’t want any white ma’m there.”

“Māmū Imām!” Pārvatī Shéshādri gritted her teeth, “The Bachhalyās are ours. Right as the Dvij Hindus are Muslimāt’s. The Bachhalyās are made for us Brahm Kanyās and Brahmāñīs only. We don’t share them with any other women, and we never will.”

“Pārvatī Bétā!” Imām Al Aħmad Al Kāmil laughed, “You are not updating yourself.”

“Māmū Imām!” Pārvatī Shéshādri was sudden all alert. She looked at her learned Māmū in surprise.

“Dvij Hindus have fallen nowadays from the top priority list of the Muslimāt.”

“What?”

“Muslimāt are interested now in Imām Mahdi.

‘In Islamic eschatology the Mahdi (مهدي transliteration: Mahdī, also Mehdi; ““uided One”” is the prophesied redeemer of Islam. The advent of Mahdi is not a universally accepted concept in Islam,^{[citation needed]} and among those that accept the Mahdi there are basic differences among different sects of Muslims about the timing and nature of his advent and guidance. Most Muslims believe that the Mahdi will change the world into a perfect and just Islamic society alongside Jesus before Yaum al-Iiyamah (literally ““ay of the Resurrection””or ““ay of the Standing””. The ““di””of ““ahdi””refers to the Arabic root ““دی“”which means ““o guide”” ““ahdi””is also an Arabic name.

The exact nature of the Mahdi differs according to Sunni and Shi’’ Muslims. For a more in-Iepth Shi’’ account of the Mahdi, see Muhammad al-Iahdi. The concept of Mahdi is not explicitly mentioned in the Qu’’an, but the sayings of Muhammad on Imam Mahdi abound.

― Wikipedia.com

“And they are claiming that Durgesh is Imām Mahdi.” Pārvatī Shéshādri laughed in incedulity, “To what extent the Muslimāt will fall, Māmū Imām! They want to enjoy sex with Durgesh? And for just this sake they are preaching Durgesh is even Imām Mahdi. I’ll be damned.”

“No my dear daughter! My dear Bhānjī! No.” Imām Al Aħmad Al Kāmil smiled at her gravely, “I don’t buy that. I can’t buy that even for you.”

“Māmū Imām! You are―”

“Pārvatī Bétā! You don’t know Durgesh. He is far more serious about Islam than any of us Musalmeen is. Even the Mujahideen think he is Imām Mahdi. Even the Mujāhidāt think Durgesh is Imām Mahdi.”

“But he is not even a Muslim.” Pārvatī Shéshādri screamed at the top of her lungs, “He is a Hindu. He is an outright Hindu.”

“Does he worship idols?”

“Never, but―”

“Does he disrespect Qur’ān?”

“Not Māmū Imām! But―”

“Does he agree with the other Hindus that Ħuzoor^s Ħazrat Muħammad Paighambaré Islam was, nauzbillāh, not a Prophet?”

“Not Māmū Imām! But―”

“Then he is Imām Mahdi, Pārvatī Bétā!”

‘Shi‘ites claim the Mahdi is their 12t^h Imam, as evidenced in a hadith from the Shia text (Kitab Al-Iafi) containing a conversation between the first Shia Imam Ali ibn Abu Talib and a man named al-Isbagh ibn Nubata.

In a hadith widely regarded as authentic, Muhammad said,^{[citation needed]}

‘Even if the entire duration of the world’’ existence has already been exhausted and only one day is left before the Day of Judgment, God will expand that day to such a length of time, as to accommodate the kingdom of a person out of Ahl al-Iayt who will be called by my name. He will then fill the Earth with peace and justice as it will have been filled with injustice and tyranny before then.’

—Sahih Tirmidhi, V2, P86, V9, P74–75.

The Mahdi, according to Shi’’te tradition, will arise at some point before the day of judgement, institute a kingdom of justice, and will in the last days fight alongside the returned Jesus against the Dajjal, the Antichrist.

However, like most religious concepts, various Muslim traditions have ascribed different characteristics to the Mahdi. Also, as Mahdiism is closely related to the leadership of the Ummah, it has had the potential to be abused as some leaders of secularly focused politico-Ieligious movements in the name of Islam who have claimed to be the Mahdi.

Of those Sunnis that hold to the existence of the Mahdi, some believe the Mahdi will be an ordinary man, born to an ordinary woman. Umm Salamah said:

‘I heard the Messenger of Allah (Peace be upon Him) say: ‘The Mahdi is of my lineage and family…’

— Sunan Abu Dawud, 11/373; Sunan Ibn Maajah, 2/1368.

Abu Sa’eed al-Ihudri said:

‘The Messenger of Allah (Peace be upon Him) said: ““e is one of us…””— Reported by Abi Na’eem in Akhbaar al-Iahdi, see al-Iaami’ al-Iagheer, 5/219, hadith 5796.

The Shi’’ belief is that Mahdi has been alive and in occultation for 1200 years and is eleven generations down from Muhammad – i.e. the twelfth Shi’’ Imam Muhammad al-Iahdi.

― Wikipedia.com

Pārvatī Shéshādri could not believe her own ears and her own eyes.

Imām Al Aħmad Al Kāmil was too serious in his convictions to be unbelieved.

Dorrie Hardin looked at Dolorette Siever furiously.

“So you say you can’t share Durgesh with Maimoonā Usmā Islām ?”

“I’m sorry, Dorrie!”

“Do you realize what we are fighting with?”

“Dorrie! I agree with you, but―”

“Dolorette Siever! You are only a young Jew girl. Aren’t you?” Dorrie Hardin looked at Dolorette Siever furiously again, “We don’t agree even on what the first commandment is.”

“Dorrie Hardin!” Dolorette Siever smiled confidently at her guest from the future, “You said you came from the future.”

“So?”Dorrie Hardin looked anxiously at her host on Erythrow.

“I don’t want to be rude to you.”

“Then don’t be.” Dorrie Hardin smiled at her.

“This planet― I mean Erythrow, is not even settled yet in its actual sense.”

“I’m listening.”

“We have only a Dome here. My father Siever Genarr is commander here, the Chief Executive you may call.”

Dorrie Hardin was still smiling.

“I’m still listening, Dolorette Siever!”

Dolorette Siever also smiled.

She had reduced Dorrie Hardin’s stupendous superiority somewhat now, she could see.

Well, it’ll do.

Why she should act superior as if she had bestowed any favour on her by coming there?

Dolorette Siever did not live on Erythrow herself.

She wanted to, but her father, Commander Siever Genarr, did not want his daughter to be there.

After all, what was there on Erythrow for his daughter?

“Why did you come here, Dorrie?” Dolorette Siever asked gravely, “We haven’t anything here which may interest you time travellers.”

“I’m not a time traveller, Dolorette!” Dorrie tried to smile.

Jesus! It was not easy to talk with this Jew Beauty who was called a bubblehead by Maimoonā Usmā Islām.

“Yes, you are.” Dolorette Siever smiled, “Are you thinking, do you believe that Maimoonā Usmā Islām is right about me?”

“What do you mean?”

“Out of outright jealousy she calls me a bubblehead.” Dolorette Siever smiled, “Do you think she is right?”

“Great Space! Dolorette! You are my host.” Dorrie Hardin tried to look somewhat hurt and offended.

“Don’t try that trickery on me, Dorrie! Maimoonā has told me that you are not actually hurt nor offended when you act so.”

“God! That girl is really a miracle, and a trouble equally.”

“Commissioner Janus Pitt was so tired of her that he allowed her mother to come to Erythrow with Maimoonā to get rid of her only.”Dolorette Siever smiled patronizingly.

“I see.”

“I want to ask why did you come here on Erythrow.” Dolorette Siever looked at Dorrie Hardin again questioningly.

“We are time travelling.”

“Then why did you said that you are not a time traveller?”

“I wanted to be one of you people.”

“And, how can you be that?”

We were walking.

Dorrie Hardin was in her nude completely and on her elbows and knees.

“Dolorette! You are a stunning Jew Beauty.”

“Stunning Jew Beauty? What do you mean?”

“There on Terminus―”

“Terminus?”

Dorrie Hardin laughed.

“I had told you yesterday that Terminus is the name of the planet I’ve come here wherefrom.”

“Sorry! I think you had. I’ve forgotten.”

“It’s all right. We are fighting for our progress and existence there.”

“I see.”

“We have a religion of science there.”

“A religion of what?”

“A religion of science. Why are you so astonished?”

“I haven’t heard of it.”

“You don’t know of every religion our Galaxy and the other Galaxies have. Do you, my dear?”

“Of course not, but―”

“You are a Jew. Are you not?”

“Of course I am. And I’m proud of being a Jew.” Dolorette Siever admitted proudly, “I opposed father when he converted himself into an Ārý Samājī.”

Dorrie Hardin did not ask what an Ārý Samājī was.

She knew it very well.

There were many Ārý Samājīs on Terminus itself.

Moreover, on Trantor, Ārý Samāj was a great force.

Even Linge Chen and Claver Divart had announced now that they are joining Ārý Samāj now very soon.

Communism is not now as powerful as it once was.

“So your father is not a Jew any more?” Dorrie Hardin asked her sympathetically.

“Nope! But it does not make any difference to me. I’m still proud of being a Jew. You say you have a religion of science there on Terminus?”

“Yes! But we are surrounded by four kingdoms.”

“There is not democracy? You said ‘kingdom’.”

“There was democracy once, but not now. We have democracy on Terminus but it’s being threatened by these four kingdoms continuously and consistently.”

“Oh!”

“We have appointed four priests there―women priests.”

“Women priests?”

“Yes! Why not? Do you think women don’t deserve the priesthood?”

Chapter 11

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More Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Prelude to Ten Commandments

2.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

3. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

4. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

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Other interesting writings from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Maamekam sharan’am vraj

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Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–11

16. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–12

17. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–13

18. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–14

19. A deserving unfaithfulness

20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

21. Yåqūb Family-1

22. They conspired against me

23. A secret Smile

24. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

26. The Beaming Knowledge

27. The three pregnants-1

28. The three pregnants-2

29. In the Moonlight

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

48. Making love and understanding everything

49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1

67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2

68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3

69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4

70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

71. It all happened just naturally-1

72. It all happened just naturally-2

73. Under Open Sky

74. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-5

80. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-6

81. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-7

82. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-8

83. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-9

84. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-10

85. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-11

86. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-12

87. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-13

88. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-14

89. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-15

90. The Extent

91.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

92.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

93. Three sons three Ammīs

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

98. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

99.  Ahl-Al Bayt 6: The Nude Day Arranged

100. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

101. Ahl-Al Bayt 8: The Uncut Hindu Obsession

102. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

103. Ahl-Al Bayt 10: The Obsession Still Continued

104. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

105. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

106. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

107. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

108. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

109. Ahl-Al Bayt 16

110. Ahl-Al Bayt 17

111. Ahl-Al Bayt 18

112.Ahl-Al Bayt 19

113. Ahl-Al Bayt 20

114. Ahl-Al Bayt 21

115. Ahl-Al Bayt 22

116. Ahl-Al Bayt 23

117. Ahl-Al Bayt 24

118. Ahl-Al Bayt 25

119. Ahl-Al Bayt 26

120. Ahl-Al Bayt 27

121. Ahl-Al Bayt 28

122. Ahl-Al Bayt 29

123. Ahl-Al Bayt 30

124. The everincreasing infinite lust

125. The women in my life

126. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

127.  A Deep Conflict-1

128. I’m never ashamed of it

129. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

130. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

131. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

132. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

133.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

134. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

135. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

136. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

137. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

138. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

139.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

140. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

141. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

142. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

143. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

144. They both serve me now

145. She protested

146. Durgesh Fātimah: A Day at the Beach

147. The threesome

148. You’ve proved your titles true

149. The Chairman: 1

150. The Chairman: 2

151. The Chairman: 3

152. The Chairman: 4

153. The Chairman: 5

154. An Underworld Don: 1

155. An Underworld Don: 2

156. An Underworld Don: 3

157. An Underworld Don: 4

158. An Underworld Don: 5

159. An Underworld Don: 6

160. An Underworld Don: 7

161. An Underworld Don: 8

162. An Underworld Don: 9

163. An Underworld Don: 10

164. Age no bar: 1

165. Age no bar: 2

166. The Absolute Surrender

167. Her Ultimate Decision: 1

168. Her Ultimate Decision: 2

169. Her Ultimate Decision : 3

170. Her Ultimate Decision : 4

171. Her Ultimate Decision : 5

172. Love on the high grass

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

19. Al Jihad: No incest: 1

20. Buniyādī insānī ħaq

21. Majājī Kħudā: 1

22. Majājī Kħudā: 2

23. Majājī Kħudā:3

24. Majājī Kħudā:4

25. Majājī Kħudā: 5

26. Majājī Kħudā: 6

27. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:1

28. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:2

29. Kabhī nahīn chāhā

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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 1

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 2

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 3

7. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 4

8. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 5

9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6

10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7

11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8

12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9

13. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6

14. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20

15. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46

16. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

18. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 6| Mantr 2

19. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

20. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

21. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

22. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

23. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

24. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

25. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5

26. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

27. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42

28. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2

30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3

31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4

32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1

33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4

34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3

35. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr8

36. Saamved: Mantr 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 115

38. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

39. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

40. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

41. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

42.  Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 3

43. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 4

44. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 6

45. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 6

46. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 7

47. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 8

48. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6

49. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22

50. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

DSM Satyarthi

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter Nine

ORIGINAL TIME CYCLE DISCUSSED

Golan Trevize remembered.

Janov Pelorat was always very fond of Durgesh.

But so was Harla Branno herself.

Of all the males available in the entire infinite creations, Harla Branno had chosen Durgesh as her Sex Partner.

She offered herself to Durgesh and Durgesh accepted her as he was not as uncultured as to humiliate a lady by refusing her.

“Why do you want me, Harla?” I had smiled however, “I accept your offer, but dear! I’m not of your type.”

“What do you mean?” Young Harla Branno smiled at me teasingly.

“You don’t believe in God, and I do.”

“Because I don’t think you really do.”

“My dear! I am an ardent believer in God. I always say:

‘Ved Bible and Qurãn the trio if we have,

Don’t worry of humanity then ever,

the trio will save’ ―”

“They say it’s your strategy, Durgesh!”

“They are wrong.”

“They say you say so because the Dvij Hindus are infinite in numbers.”

“I believe that Dvij Hindus are infinite in numbers because they follow Universal Truths, as well as other truths.”

“They say it’s your strategy to say so.” Harla Branno was still smiling.

“No, dear! Once upon a time, Dvij Hindus were not so in numbers. They were quite in minority even in India.”

Harla Branno only smiled.

“You have chosen me your life partner now, Harla!” I said gravely, “With me you have to live long. I don’t want you not to know me even what I am actually. Don’t start your life with me in darkness.”

Lady Christie Josephine Hardin, her mother, smiled at Harla Branno.

“Durgesh is right, dear! Don’t choose your life partner in haste ever. Dr. Branno Hardin and I did it. We are regretting.”

“Regretting?” Harla Branno laughed, “Mom! You never regretted it. You offered yourself to Pitājī, Dr. Manmohan Chatterjī, my father, as soon as you realised that Pitājī, Dr. Manmohan Chatterjī, my father, suit you more than Dr. Branno Hardin, your legal husband.”

Dr. Branno Hardin also smiled.

“She is right, Christie!”

“What I want to tell Harla is that she should have a life partner of her own kind.” I said.

“Which you are not.” Harla Branno interjected.

“Which I’m certainly not.” I smiled at her.

“What difference does it make in our sex life?” Harla Branno asked me coldly.

“I do at least three Stavans everyday.”

“I know.”

“Yet you want to have me as your life partner?”

“I’ll never compromise in the matter.”

“Which means I’ve to compromise in the matter?”

“That’s the point, darling! Why should you, if it can be avoided.”

“Well, I know it’s your political strategy.”

“No, Harla! It’s not my political strategy. It’s my life―

‘Ved is my soul Ved is my body,

I’ll die not allowed if to preach humanity.’―”

“I also believe in humanity, Durgesh!” Harla Branno held my left hand, “What do you think, I’m inhuman?”

“Our version of humanity differs, Harla!”

“Well, you always say that only Hindu Dharm is the religion absolutely unfrightened to have any woman of any system of life.”

“Do you want to marry me?”

“Nonsense! Be reasonable. I’ve seen the married life of my mother. I don’t want to repeat the same mistake.”

Lady Christie Josephine Hardin, her mother, looked at me.

“Harla is asking you only to be her boy friend. Why are you acting so hard to get? Haven’t you enough girl friends already out of wedlock?”

“Have you married ever with your so called ever first wife, Ādi Ammul Kāýnāt Kħātooné Åālmeen Ħazrat Allāh Rabbil Åālmeen?” Harla Branno was almost furious now, “Have you married ever with your so called eversecond wife Kħātooné Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadā Fātimā razee Allāhu tåālā ånhā? Have you married ever with your so-called everthird wife Ammul Momineen Ħazrat Åāýeshā Siddeequā razee Allāhu tåālā ånhā bint Ħazrat Abee Bakar Siddeeque^rz ?”

“No!” I accepted, “But they accept me their husband, and so I. Will you?”

“I accept you my boy friend. I hate matrimony.”

“I don’t.”

“Are you turning down my proposal?”

“Certainly not, certainly not!”

“Then?”

“I’m only advising you to have a better boy friend.”

“I like you and I like nobody else!” Harla Branno thundered.

I sighed.

“You will regret it, Harla!”

“Never! I can differ in many opinions with you.” Harla Branno said gravely, “I can even fight with you for my rights on you as your sex partner, but I’ll never, never, regret it. That much I promise.”

“Okay!” I stretched both my arms welcoming her, “Come on!”

Harla Branno rushed to me.

“Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe told me you are tough.” Harla Branno kissed me.

Dr. Han Fastolfe pursed his lips.

I smiled at him.

“So you are offering me your daughter Vasilia Fastolfe?

“If you please don’t mind.” Dr. Han Fastolfe looked at me gravely.

I laughed,

“You are neither a Dvij Hindu nor a Bachhalyā, Dr. Han Fastolfe! Still you believe in Kanyādān theory of Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu. Astonishing!”

Dr. Altāf Shāhid Ålī smiled.

He was also present there at that time.

Dr. Han Fastolfe looked at Dr. Altāf Shāhid Ålī, and then he shook his head in negation to me.

“No. I don’t believe in Kanyādān theory of your Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu, Durgesh!”

“Then?” I was quite astonished.

Dr. Altāf Shāhid Ålī looked at me diffidently.

Dr. Han Fastolfe cleared his throat.

I looked at him gravely,

“Dr. Han Fastolfe! Aurora is not as unknown to me as it is to Dr. Altāf Shāhid Ålī. Except Dvij Hindus the Bachhalyās and traditional Hindus, offering sex on Aurora is on a par with commenting upon weather.”

Dr. Altāf Shāhid Ålī looked at me astonished,

“Are we still in Hindu Vishv, Vishvéndr Shrī?”

“Local administration, Dr. Altāf Shāhid Ålī! Local administration. I can’t violate democracy. I’m bound to follow it more than the non-Hindus do. It’s a matter of religious obedience for me.” I smiled at him ironically, “Dvij Hindus and the Bachhalyās and even traditional Hindus are not here in majority. They are only being used as stallions to provide the majority, sons, the majority are incapable to do.”

“Allā’h Allā’h Kħairsallā’h!”

“These are ultra modern people, Altāf!” I commented acerbically, “We Dvij Hindus the Bachhalyās and even traditional Hindus are primitive people as far as they are concerned and you Musalmeen are backwards. They are taking optimum advantage of the Perfect Democracy Hindu Vishv is bound to practice:

‘Sam samidyuvase vr’shannagne vishvaanyary’ aa,

idaspade samidhyase s’ novasoonyaa bhar.’

―Ved 1R’gved: Sangathan Sookt, Unity Sookt, Mandal 10, Sookt 191/1.

Dr. Han Fastolfe frowned.

“You can’t understand, Dr. Altāf Shāhid Ålī!” he said, “You know nothing about it. Please don’t judge us by the standards of your own worlds. Sex is not a matter of great importance to us, true, I acknowledge, and we are not ashamed of it.”

Dr. Altāf Shāhid Ålī laughed ironically.

“Nevertheless,” Dr. Han Fastolfe continued, “we are careful as to how we use it. It may not seem so to you, but none of us offers it lightly. I have two daughters. They are by two different mothers.”

Dr. Kħālidā Shāhid Ålī smiled.

She was Dr. Altāf Shāhid Ålī’s younger real sister and I was fucking her.

She was the chief assistant of Dr. Han Fastolfe here on Aurora.

Even Dr. Dorla Amadiro had to work under Dr. Kħālidā Shāhid Ålī.

Dr. Altāf Shāhid Ålī had come to visit her actually.

Dr. Kħālidā Shāhid Ålī pushed back her nude Årab Muslimā female buttocks into my nude Hindu lap and swallowed my entire Hindu Penis into her beautiful, good-looking, attractive, smart Årab Muslimā cunt.

I held both of her erect Årab Muslimā breasts in my hand and increased my pace.

Now I was fucking Dr. Kħālidā Shāhid Ålī harder arrogantly.

“Sir! Would you rather have had sons, Dr. Han Fastolfe?” Dr. Kħālidā Shāhid Ålī asked tightening her already tight Årab Muslimā vaginal grip on the entire length and thickness of my Hindu Penis.

Dr. Han Fastolfe was genuinely surprised,

“Why? No. Not at all. You know me better, Kħālidā! What a coincidence! You and Dr. Gladia Delmarre both resemble my daughter Vasilia Fastolfe very much.”

“I’m sorry to inform you, Sir!”Dr. Kħālidā Shāhid Ålī smiled paradoxically, “It’s not a coincidence. My mother, Sheikħzādī Dr. Åābidā Yāseen Ůmer Fārooque married you because my father, Dr. Yāseen Ůmer Fārooque had to leave Aurora and my mother, Sheikħzādī Dr. Åābidā Yāseen Ůmer Fārooque, did not want to. She had Dr. Gladia Delmarre in her Årab Muslimā womb when ultimately she left you to join my father, Dr. Yāseen Ůmer Fārooque recently settled then on Solaria.”

“Åābidā did not tell me. Åābidā did not tell me.” Dr. Han Fastolfe could not control himself.

“Yes. She did not tell you. You had taken me from her. Naturally, she was afraid of you that you will take Gladia as well. You already had Vasilia Fastolfe, yet you were unable to give me to my mother, Sheikħzādī Dr. Åābidā Yāseen Ůmer Fārooque. She did not have another option.”

“So, so Vasilia, you and Gladia, all the three are my own daughters, having the same mother, Sheikħzādī Dr. Åābidā Yāseen Ůmer Fārooque? I have three daughters, not only two?” Dr. Han Fastolfe looked at her, gladly astonished.

Dr. Kħālidā Shāhid Ålī smiled at her elder brother, Dr. Altāf Shāhid Ålī,

“Bhāijān! Your father, I mean your real father Tap Chakrvartī Pāthak Chakrvartī Brhmrudr Mahāpralayankar Pāthak’s son, Prabhu Mohan Pāthak; wants to meet you.”

“She is right, Altāf!” Dr. Han Fastolfe looked gravely at his younger brother’s, Prabhu Mohan Pāthak’s son, Dr. Altāf Shāhid Ålī.

Tap Chakrvartī Pāthak Chakrvartī Brhmrudr Mahāpralayankar Pāthak were the real father of Dr. Han Fastolfe also.

‘Han Fastolfe’ was the name his mother, Dr. Dolly Vasilia Fastolfe gave him; his father Tap Chakrvartī Pāthak Chakrvartī Brhmrudr Mahāpralayankar Pāthak named him Hansrudr Mahāpralayankar Pāthak.

‘Han’ was short for ‘Hansrudr’.

Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe greeted me with open arms.

She was too pleased even to speak properly for sometimes.

Her beautiful arms were around my neck and she was kissing me as gratefully as she could not believe I was there on my own accord.

There was no lock on Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe’s establishment.

So it was on those of Dr. Gladia Delmarre and Dr. Han Fastolfe also.

A sparse population of Aurora and separation helped ensure privacy.

Moreover, no doubt, the custom of noninterference helped, too.

In addition to that, the ubiquitous, the ever-present, robot guards were more efficient than any lock could be.

Aurora was not foreign to me.

I was as Ultimate Administrator on Aurora as everywhere else.

There were Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe’s robots of course.

They were like Giskard in appearance.

However, their clothing designs were different, having different code numbers even, of course.

The room was bursting into full daylight.

Being kissed by extremely pleased Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe, I looked upward.

The ceiling was glassed.

The sun could be seen through it.

It seemed oddly dim, however, and could be looked at.

Even though that did not seem to affect the quality of the light within.

The glass diffused the light without absorbing it.

I looked down at the young woman holding me in her strong feminine embrace, and kissing me gratefully, repeatedly.

“Vasilia! ―”

“Dr. Vasilia Aliena, if you want a full name, my dreamboy! I do not borrow the names of others. You may call me ‘Vasilia’. ‘Dr. Vasilia’ is the name by which I am commonly known here at the institute.”

“Your father, Dr. Han Fastolfe, requested me to come to you.”

“I―I thank you.”

“Vasilia darling!” I smiled sweetly at her, “You seem quite overawed by me.”

“Shouldn’t I?”

“Why should you?”

“You are the Ultimate Administrator of Hindu Vishv, a Democratic Union of infinite Hindu Årab Muslimat Creations, infinite Hindu Other Muslimat Creations, infinite Bachhalya  Brahm Kanyās Creations, infinite Bachhalyā Brahmāñīs Creations and almost infinite traditional Hindus Creations.”

I still smiled.

“So what, my dear? I’m still a human being, as you are.”

“There are differences between human beings even.”

“Not as much as to be overawed by someone.”

“The Dvij Hindus and the Bachhalyās claim you to be ‘The Shāshvat Āchrañ Nāyak’, ‘The Eternal Ideal Man to be followed’, of Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā, the God Himself.”

“That’s what they claim.”

“Don’t you yourself?”

“Of course I do, but only to those who believe in Ved.”

“―

‘Svayambhooryaathaatathyato’arthaanvyadadhaachchhaashvateebhyah samaabhyah.’

―Ved/2Y/40/8.”

Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe was smiling at me pleasantly.

She held my hand.

“Come on, please!”

I entered her bedroom with her.

“Your Sanskr’t pronunciation is very good, Vasilia!”

“My father, Dr. Han Fastolfe, is a Hindu by birth―though not by faith any more. Don’t forget. His father is Tap Chakrvartī Pāthak Chakrvartī Brhmrudr Mahāpralayankar Pāthak’s son Prabhu Mohan Pāthak actually.”

“I can see that you are quite proud of your great grandfather.” I smiled at her.

Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe also smiled.

“Quite! Why shouldn’t I? My grandfather, Tap Chakrvartī Pāthak Chakrvartī Brhmrudr Mahāpralayankar Pāthak, is a great man, even greater than my father, Dr. Han Fastolfe.” Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe said gravely.

“Your grandmother, Dr. Dolly Vasilia Fastolfe, lives with your grandfather Prabhu Mohan Pāthak?”

“Yes! She is a great woman. I am named after her.”

“Even then, you are not a Hindu.” I looked into her eyes.

Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe laughed.

“No.”

“May I ask why?”

“You mean why I am not a Hindu?”

“Yes!”

“The answer will not please you.”

“Don’t worry. I can face it.”

“Why go to it if it is unpleasant?”

“Vasilia! I want to know.”

“You are behaving like a communal Hindu.” Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe laughed.

“Not exactly.” I contradicted her smiling, “Your great grandfather, Tap Chakrvartī Pāthak Chakrvartī Brhmrudr Mahāpralayankar Pāthak, is a Brāhmañ Vishisht Brahm. Your grandmother, Dr. Dolly Vasilia Fastolfe, still lives with your grandfather Prabhu Mohan Pāthak. Nevertheless―”

“I don’t believe in Hindu God.”

I laughed.

“God is not Hindu, Vasilia! ―nor Jew nor Christian nor Muslim. God is the God only. These are the names of our beliefs. God hasn’t any beliefs. He knows everything.”

“I mean in Hindu conception of God.”

“What is wrong with it?”

“Everything. I don’t believe there is any God even.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why? I don’t believe. That’s all.”

I smiled.

“I think you’ve inherited more genes from your grandmother than those from your grandfather.”

“Maybe.” Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe smiled, “My mother is an Årab Muslimā, Sheikħzādī Dr. Åābidā Yāseen Ůmer Fārooque. Dr. Gladia Delmarre and Dr. Kħālidā Shāhid Ålī are my real sisters.”

“Haven’t you inherited genes from your father also?”

“You are using a biological term repetitively.” Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe was intensely grave now, “I share genes with him in a manner characteristic of what on Trantor would be considered a father-daughter relationship. This is a matter of indifference on Aurora and you know it quite well. Aurora is not foreign to you as it is to others.”

“Vasilia! ―”

“I share genes with him in a manner characteristic of what on Trantor would be considered a father-daughter relationship. This is a matter of indifference on Aurora, except in medical and genetic matters.”

“Vasilia! ―”

Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe made me to sit on her bed and sat down on my lap without any hesitation.

She was pleased instead―

“I can conceive of my suffering from certain metabolic states in which it would be appropriate to consider the physiology and the biochemistry of those with whom I share genes―parents, siblings, children, and so on. Otherwise these relationships are not generally referred to in polite Auroran society―you know.”

“These relationships make family, Vasilia!” I said gravely.

Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe laughed.

“A specialty of Hindu Dharm―eh?”

“We need family not to be alone, not to be mad, not to suicide even.”

“A dominant Hindu Concept of life! The Hindus whether they are Dvij Hindus, the Bachhalyās or the traditional ones, are still maintaining their stand of the advocates of family system while the others are losing faith in it.” Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe rejoined, “I’m sorry, Durgesh! I don’t share the optimism with you.”

I smiled at her.

“You detest family?”

“When family gives nothing to you, and is always a liability, why one would want it?”

“You are right.” I laughed, “We human beings are selfish ultimately.”

“You accept that?” Excitedly Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe put her right hand on my Penis.

“We, all the religionists, all the idealists, accept it at heart, whether openly or otherwise. Why otherwise we preach to reform one? It is necessary to reform a selfish not the one who is not selfish―

‘Kr’n’vanto vishvamaaryam’:

‘These Swift flowing tawny colored Som, with a stream of eternal truth, let loose/proceed, augmenting Indr, urging the utmost beautiful young girls and ladies, making all better, destroying the withholders.”

-Ved 1R| 9 | 63 | 4-5.

―”

Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe started to play with my Penis.

“You certainly have something there.”

I rubbed her beautiful female breasts.

Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe squeezed my Penis, persuasively.

“How old are you?”

“In this body, I’m fifty eight, fifty nine to be completed.”

“Just tell me how you are as youthful as I am?”

“Don’t ask me it, Vasilia! ―”

“Why not?”

“There are some questions about us Dvij Hindus that can’t be answered until we go into our religious teachings, our religious faiths.”

Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe laughed.

“Your Hindu Penis is as hardened as my breasts are.”

I laughed.

“You want to fuck me as more as I want to be fucked by you.”

“I appreciate your truthfulness. Thank you, Vasilia! ―”

“Not at all. We atheists are not hypocrites.”

“Meaning, we religionists are?”

She laughed.

“Dr. Han Fastolfe sent me here for you. Isn’t it a family benefit you’ve got?”

Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe smiled.

“He brought you up, Vasilia! He cared for you. You had a profound affection for each other. He still feels a profound affection for you.”

“How do you know what he feels for me?”

“It was obvious from the details of our conversations. It is obvious even from the fact―”

Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe kissed my Penis to cut me short.

“Durgesh darling! You don’t know anything.”

“Of course I don’t know till you tell me. I’m not Omnipotent, not Omniscient, not Omnipresent, as Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā is.”

Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe laughed.

“Sheikħzādī Allāh Al Maimoon claims you are yourself Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā (‘Nauzbillah! )”

“It is her political strategy. She thinks there is no Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā. A human being becomes Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā, as he becomes R’shi, Dév, Brahm, Vishisht Brahm and vanishes into Param Purush, into the Absolute man, if he is his etheric body.”

“It isn’t right?”

“How it can be? The concept of Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā is not that of a person. According to Ved Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā is an abstract element. He can personify Himself, of course, as he is Omnipotent, but He doesn’t need it.”

“Well, it is a concept after all―

‘Deshbandhashchittasy’ dhaarn’aa.’ ‘Tatr pratyay’aiktaanataa dhyaanam.’ ‘Tadevaarthmaatrnirbhaasam svaroopshoonyamiv smaadhih.’ ‘Trayamekatr samyamah.’ ‘Tajjayaatpragyaa”lokah.’ ‘Tasy’ bhoomishu viniyogah.’

―Pātanjal Yogdarshanam: 3 Vibhootipād: 1-6.

‘Svaadhyaayaadihtdevtaa smprayogah.’ ‘Samaadhiiddhireeshvarpran’ihaanaat.’

―Pātanjal Yogdarshanam: 2: Sādhanpād: 44-45.”

“So you’ve read it all?”

“Studied.” Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe corrected me.

“Okay! Studied. May I ask why?”

Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe started to suck my Penis.

She was smiling.

“There are two most successful persons who claim their success to Yog and Tantr―You and Sheikħzādī Allāh Al Maimoon.”

“I claim my success to Ved, to Trishapt, not to Yog and Tantr only.” I contradicted her.

“Sheikħzādī Allāh Al Maimoon claims it’s your political strategy.”

“As Qurãn, Namāz, Rozā, are hers?”

“Well, she is an Årab Muslimā. She can’t go to your Ved, Trishapt, Yog and Tantr, naturally. But the pattern is similar.”

I had undressed her in the meantime.

My Hindu Penis had hardened into her beautiful mouth.

I kissed her very cunt.

“Aside from any personal feelings, Vasilia! There is a matter of the future of the Galaxy. Dr. Fastolfe, your father, wishes new worlds to be explored and settled by human beings. If the political repercussions, if the political consequences, lead to the exploration and settlement of the new worlds by robots, Dr. Fastolfe believes that this will be catastrophic, this will be disastrous, to Aurora and humanity. Surely you would not want to be a party to such a catastrophe.”

Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe was suddenly alert.

“Hey! You are amending the Time Cycle. Are you not?”

“Of course I am.”

“Then tell me what is there in the original Time Cycle.”

“In the original Time Cycle?”

“Yes! Please tell me.”

“Why do you believe me? Why do you yourself not visit it in person and see it?”

“I will. I certainly will.” Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe announced solemnly, “But your confidence tells me it is not very good in the original Time Cycle. Tell me what is it there.”

I looked at her into her bright eyes.

“Aurora is not there.”

“Great Galaxy!”

“In the original Time Cycle, the Spacers are not forming the First Galactic Empire, the Settlers are forming it.”

“The Settlers?”

“Yes!”

Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe was horrified.

“No Aurora? No Spacers?”

I nodded silently.

“The Aurorans are found on Trantor as a backward descendant group in the past centered, mythology ridden, Mycogen Sector.”

“Great Galaxy!”

“They provide food to the Galaxy. Weep silently on their past. Remember once they had robots.”

Horrified Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe repeated.

“We provide food to the Galaxy? Weep silently on our past? Remember once we had robots?”

“Yes!”

Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe lied on her back.

She was staring at the ceiling utterly lacking any emotion whatsoever.

“It can be changed. Isn’t it?”

“Of course. I’ve come to you because I need your co operation for changing it.”

“I’m here all with you. Go ahead and change it.” Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe said gravely.

She held my Penis between her thumb and index finger and put it between her labial lips.

I pushed it and entered her.

First, only the head, then one fourth, then half, then three fourth, and then entirely my superb Hindu Penis vanished into Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe’s atheist cunt.

I started to fuck her neurotically.

My palms reached her atheists female buttocks and started to play with them.

Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe kissed me gratefully.

“I don’t agree with Dr. Han Fastolfe, Durgesh! I left him, because I don’t agree with him.”

“Vasilia!”

“I’ll cooperate with you in amending the Time Cycle of Aurora and us Aurorans, but please don’t ask me to agree with Fastolfe. I agree with Dr. Kelden Amadiro instead.”

“He has lost to Dr. Han Fastolfe in the original Time Cycle, Vasilia!”

“Oh, no!”

“Yes, Vasilia!”

“He is a great person, Durgesh! His daughter Dr. Dorla Amadiro ―”

“I’ve met Dorla.”

“But not Dr. Kelden Amadiro ?”

“I’ve met him also, Vasilia!” I told her gravely, “But, sorry darling! He hasn’t impressed me to be a good guy.”

“But he is, Durgesh! He is. How did Dorla impress you?”

“She is a very good girl.”

“But she inherits the genes of Dr. Kelden Amadiro . Doesn’t she?”

I looked at her thoughtfully.

“What do you want to say, Vasilia?”

“Is Dorla also your woman as I am now?”

“Of course! She herself proposed.”

“Is she helping in amending the original Time Cycle of Aurora and us Aurorans?”

“Yes! Certainly! She is not less Auroran than you are.”

“I bet you haven’t talked with Dr. Kelden Amadiro in the matter.”

“Vasilia!”

“You talked with Dorla, because Dorla is an extremely beautiful young Spacer woman and it is natural that you enjoy her.”

“Well, I’ll not contradict you.”

Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe smiled.

“After all, I am also a man, Vasilia! I also want to enjoy my life with the women I want. I have a right to do so.”

“I know.” Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe laughed, “You Hindu Playboy! That’s why there is no another male after you for infinite Kalp Kalpānters―

‘Striyah punso’tiriktaah. Tasmaadutaiko bahveerjaayaa vindate naikaa bahoonpateen.’

-Kāthak Samhita-46/8

‘The women outnumber the men. Therefore, many women choose a single husband, not a single woman many. /therefore there is polygamy in practice, not polyandry.’

-Kāthak Samhita-46/8.

In addition…

‘Tasmaadayamaakaashah striyaa pooryat ev.’

‘’―Therefore the space is filled with women only.’

-Shatpath Brāhmañ-14/1/2/5.

You alone enjoyed infinite of us dazzling beauties for infinite Kalp Kalpānters. Didn’t you?”

I laughed.

“I did not want woman for me. Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā arranged for it―

‘S’ vai naiv reme etc.’

―‘Shatpath Brāhmañ’: Kānd 14| Prapāthak 1| Brāhmañ 2| Kandikā 4-5.

Why shouldn’t I enjoy it, if Eīshān provides it for me?”

“Did not want to be an Anugrah-Vr’tr? I think.” Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe smiled at me significantly.

“Certainly! Of course not! Why should I?” I winked at her, “The creations are made by Eīshān so that we human beings can enjoy them, not despise them―

‘Eishaavaasyamidagvong sarvam etc.’

―Ved: 2Y: 40/1-2.”

“It is the reason; Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān claims that you are an atheist, Durgesh!” Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe laughed.

“That I quote Vedmantrs?” I winked at her fucking her vehemently.

“It’s your political strategy, Åāýeshā says.”

I looked at her gravely.

“I’m not an atheist, because I’ve studied history more seriously, Vasilia!”

“Åāýeshā says that Ved is not the root cause of the success of you Hindus, It is history you study in your Stavans which makes you successful.”

“And you believe her?”

“Yes!”

“Vasilia! I’ve studied history more seriously; therefore, I know atheism is dangerous in the long run to the society and to the individual even. Atheism can’t make a society. It degenerates instead even the established societies. The degeneration of the Soviet Union is the bitterest example of it the history witnessed. The Fall of the Galactic Empire confirms my views.”

“Are you comparing The Fall of the Galactic Empire with the degeneration of the Soviet Union?” Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe was surprised very much.

“Yes, Vasilia!” I said gravely, “I always try to find the reason for every degeneration and every Fall. I think every person who wants to live and progress, must do it.”

Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe laughed.

“The ‘Antim Āchrañ Nāyak’, the ‘Final Ideal Leader’ of Hindu Dharm?”

“Well, not for you if you don’t think there is any God.”

“Well, there are millions of Traditional Hindus who don’t think you are The ‘Antim Āchrañ Nāyak’, the ‘Final Ideal Leader’ of Hindu Dharm.”

“The Traditional Hindus do not practice Ved physically, Vasilia!” I smiled at her gravely, “They only believe that Ved is the Eternal Constitution of entire Creations, they don’t practice it.”

Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe was enjoying my Hindu Penis into her very Spacer cunt.

My Hindu Penis was unique in enlengthening itself, in widening and in filling every cunt in its optimum, it visited.

It was due to my Bhogyantrānk.

No man except me had such a Bhogyantrānk as none of them performed their Stavans as I did.

Moreover, they could not do, as they were brought into existence after too many Kalp Kalpānters of me.

Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe smiled.

“Mere belief is not sufficient?”

“How can it be, Vasilia? If you believe that, you live on oxygen, but don’t take oxygen practically, how can you survive?”

“So it is wrong that ‘Vishvaasam phaldaayakam’?”

“No, it is not wrong. ‘Vishvaasam phaldaayakam’. A belief always pays but only when it is practiced seriously― ‘S’ tu deerghkaalnairantary’satkaaraasevit dr’dhbhoomih.’’ (Pātanjal Yogdarshanam: 1 Samādhipād /14)―

‘Deerghkaal’ ‘For a long time’, ‘Nairantary’’ ‘Continuously’, ‘Satkaar’ ‘Respectfully’ and ‘Aasevit’ ‘Practiced in optimum’.”

“And Jews not did it?”

“Well. According to my historical researches―”

Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe laughed.

“Historical researches?”

“Why not?”

“Say Communal researches, Durgesh!”

“What is communal in my researches?”

“Everything. You believe Ved is the ‘Eternal Constitution of Entire infinite Creations’.”

“Why is it communal? I also believe―

‘Ved Bible and Qurãn the trio if we have,

Don’t worry of humanity then ever,

the trio will SAVE’.”

“You don’t believe that. It’s your political strategy only.”

“How do you know, Vasilia? Are you a mind reader? You have amended the positronic brain path circuits of Giskard and have made him a somewhat telepathic robot, but it hasn’t made yourself telepathic. Has you?”

“The Jews do not believe that Ved is the ‘Eternal Constitution of Entire infinite Creations’.”

“Well, I have my faith in Ved, not in Jews.”

“And you claim not to be communal.” Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe laughed.

“You believe in Jews?”

“I? I believe in humanity only.”

“So you are also communal.”

“What?”

“If I believe in humanity, and I’m communal because I don’t believe in Jews entirely, why are you also not communal? You also don’t believe in Jews.”

“My dear life partner!” Dr. Vasilia Fastolfe laughed mischievously, “Orthodox, Roman Catholic, Lutheran, Anglican, Reformed and other Protestants also do not believe in even the Jews believe what the First Commandment is. Are they all communal?”

Dr. Stella Hannis Gruer smiled at Mayor Harla Branno.

“Why are you visiting past with Durgesh extensively, Harla?”

Mayor Harla Branno squirmed into my nude male lap her beautiful nude female buttocks.

“Durgesh says the first Galactic Empire was a natural result of the atheism of the later Emperors. He says Solaria do not exist in the original Time Cycle thus made. I want to verify his claims and witness the whole history with my own very presence there.”

“You want to support atheism?”

“Do you not?”

Stella smiled at Mayor Harla Branno.

“Frankly, I don’t know, Harla!” She lifted her right beautiful leg and wrapped it around my nude male Hindu waist.

My Dvij Hindu Penis vanished again into her smart Solarian cunt, right back from its mid outward motion.

“Let it remain there vanished completely inside for sometime, Durgesh!” Dr. Stella Hannis Gruer kissed me passionately. Then she looked at Mayor Harla Branno again, “Vasilia also came here. I am as patriotic as Vasilia and you are. You want Foundation’s triumph―”

“Shouldn’t I?”

Dr. Stella Hannis Gruer laughed.

“We all are patriots, Harla!”

Harla Branno clinched her vaginal muscles around the entire length of my Dvij Hindu Penis and smiled.

“Should we not Stella?”

“You want Foundation’s triumph, and there are the Time Cycle Projections for it. According to that Time Cycle Projections all factions, all parties, meet on Earth. The Calvinians are stopped by Daneel and Wanda Seldon. Old friends Seldon and Daneel meet one final time, to discuss philosophy. Despite the apparent eventual dominance of Galaxia, Seldon is cheerfully skeptical, confiding a belief that the second Galactic Empire will have both the Foundation, following his Seldon Plan, and Galaxia. He bets “Will there be an Encyclopedia Galactica a thousand years from now?”.”

“Yes, I know.” Mayor Harla Branno smiled, “But the problem is Stella, that how I can be sure that the Second Galactic Empire with the apparent eventual dominance of Galaxia, will have both the Foundation, following the Seldon Plan, and Galaxia, and yet it will not fall again as the First Galactic Empire fell?”

Dr. Stella Hannis Gruer smiled sophisticatedly.

“I think your problem is greater than mine. You are not fighting for the existence of the Foundation, as we, Vasilia and I are fighting for the existence of our own planets and our own culture in the future. You are fighting for the Second Galactic Empire even with the apparent eventual dominance of Galaxia, having both the Foundation, following the Seldon Plan, and Galaxia, not to fall.”

“I think you are right, Stella!” Mayor Harla Branno started the to and fro motion of her gorgeous female buttocks again, “nevertheless, we all have to amend the Time Cycle Projections. Thus, we can work together mapping out a Common Plan to which we all agree.”

“It’s a pity we don’t have our males with us.” Dr. Stella Hannis Gruer said tartly.

Harla Branno announced bitterly.

“They are outright fools. I’ve gone in the past with Durgesh and found to my extreme astonishment that the males had their Himalayan egos. They want to win out Durgesh but they do not have the patience, ingenuity, wisdom, courage and the true spirit for the necessary sacrifices as Durgesh has. We women always found Durgesh with us and the other males jealous and envious with him.”

“Forget them, Harla! We should work out a plan and start to amend the Time Cycle Projections to meet our needs.” Dr. Stella Hannis Gruer said gravely, “I can’t imagine Solaria is not there in the Future History. We Solarians are the number one now. Even Aurora is behind us in robotics. We have more than ten thousand robots per head here on Solaria in average. On Aurora, while, there is an average of about fifty robots per head only. Our robots based economy is far excellent than that of Aurora even. Only the problem of Personal Presence is biting the Solarian males too much.”

“You have detected your main problem, Stella! Congratulations! You only have to work out an effective plan and start to work now. My problem is to study and found out what the causes of a Galactic Empire’s fall.”

“Surely you have detected some of them till now.” Stella looked at Harla Branno expectantly.

“Oh, yes! I’m fighting not to agree with Durgesh.”

“That atheism is the root cause behind the great downfall?”

“Yes! Durgesh compares it with the downfall of the Soviet Union. He calls it the moral interpretation of history. I don’t agree with him.”

“Why? Because you are a communist at heart?”

“Durgesh is aso a communist at heart.” Mayor Harla Branno smiled sophisticatedly, “He himself admits that his Dvij Hindutv is actually a ‘Reformed Theist Communism’. What his ‘moral interpretation of history’ does mean that there was no moral in Soviet Union Empire, and I the First Galactic Empire likewise. I don’t agree with him, and therefore I myself want to witness the rise and fall of these both the empires, and detect and draw my own conclusions from my own obsrvations.”

“First hand information?” Dr. Stella Hannis Gruer laughed.

“Why not?” Harla Branno observed, “That’s what Durgesh has done by going right at the beginning of the cosmos.”

Mayor Salvor Hardin smiled at his younger sister.

“So you insist that Durgesh is the Ultimate Administrator of the entire infinite creations?”

“Well, I’ve seen that, big brother!” Dorrie Hardin also smiled at his elder brother confidently.

“And how can you see it? May I ask?”

“I have visited many of the creations under Durgesh’s ultimate administration.”

“And how do you know―”

Harla Branno raised her right hand.

“Oh, stop it. Will you please? It does not make any difference to us whether Durgesh is the ‘Ultimate Administrator of the Entire Infinite Creations’ or not. Let him be, let him not be.”

“Harla!” Salvor Hardin started to say something but Harla Branno again stopped him.

“You are one of my ancestors, the First Mayor! I respect you very much.”

“So?” Salvor Hardin smiled.

“I have not come here from the future to witness your discussions of Durgesh with your younger sisters. I want your opinion whether the First Galactic Empire fell due to the atheism of the later Emperors.”

“You don’t want to accept that?” Salvor Hardin laughed, “Don’t you?”

Dorrie Hardin also laughed.

“I portrayed you in my everfirst Trantorian movie ‘Durgesh Harla Branno’.”

Harla Branno smiled.

“I respect you, Dorrie! You are also one of my ancestors, and I know you both sister and brother are behind the mateoric success of each other.”

Mentally, Dr. Dorrie Hardin was an atheist. She did not believe on the existence of God, not because she had researched and had found out ultimately that there is no God. Socially, however, Dr. Dorrie Hardin belonged to the Christian faith.

Christianity was a monotheistic^[1] religion centered on the life and teachings of Jesus of Nazareth as depicted in the New Testament.^[2] Christians believed Jesus is the Son of God and the Messiah prophesied in the Old Testament, and that the New Testament records the Gospel that was revealed by Jesus. With an estimated 2.1 billion adherents, or approximately 33% of the world’s population in 2007,^[3] Christianity was the world’s largest religion once. It was the predominant religion in Europe, the Americas, Southern Africa, the Philippines and Oceania in 2007 AD..^[4] It was also growing rapidly then in Africa and Asia, particularly in China, South Korea and the Middle East.

Hindu Dharm started to spread again from 1,97,29,49,076 Creations Era, or Sr’shti Samvat, and now it was the most practiced religion in its Dvij Hindutv form.

“We can divide the history of Soviet Union into four periods for the sake of analytical study as it is divided generally―

• History of Soviet Russia and the Soviet Union (1917–1927), from the October Revolution to Stalin’s consolidation of power
• History of the Soviet Union (1927–1953), the Stalin era
• History of the Soviet Union (1953–1985), from destalinization to perestroika
• History of the Soviet Union (1985–1991), the period of failed attempts to preserve the Soviet Union, ended by its dissolution

Harla Branno smiled,

“We are so fortunate, however, when to come to study the history of the First Galactic Empire. Here we have a long period of at least fourteen thousand years or fifteen thousand years to study.”

Salvor Hardin also smiled.

“You are really going to study analytically the history of such a long period?”

“I have to, the First Mayor!” Harla Branno replied respectfully.

“And how have you divided it to study it easily?”

“Well, the first period, in my opinion, is the rise of the Spacer Women in the primary leadership of Dr. Gladia Delmarre.”

“Dr. Gladia Delmarre?” Salvor Hardin was somewhat astonished.

“Of course! She was the everfirst Spacer Woman revolted against the foolish Spacer Males of  Solaria. She was brave enough to revolt against their suicidal obsession against Personal Presence too. Her leadership in question started with her historical speech in the Baleyworld.”

“And what about Lynda Wienis?”

“Lynda Wienis?”

“The most beautiful woman of Anacreon. She did not surrender to even Dorrie Hardin. She had her own plans of safety of Anacreon. Lynda Wienis managed to befriend with Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev of Smyrno, Princess Rosalie David of Daribow and Princess Lorraine Abraham of Konom.”

As soon as Dors Venabili allowed her, Princess Nauheedov Khrushchev of Smyrno advanced rapidly upstairs.

Allah! What a lady!

Hari Seldon would have been checkmated more far before if this Dors Venabili were not with her.

Durgesh succeeded skillfully, competently, dexterously, adeptly, adroitly, and proficiently, to mix up the Blacks and the Whites.

It started with the Black men marrying the White women more and more.

Chapter 10

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More Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Prelude to Ten Commandments

2.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

3. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

4. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

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Other interesting writings from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Maamekam sharan’am vraj

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Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

16. A Deep Conflict-1

17. A deserving unfaithfulness

18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

19. I’m never ashamed of it

20. Yåqūb Family-1

21. They conspired against me

22 A secret Smile

23. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

25. The Beaming Knowledge

26. The three pregnants-1

27. The three pregnants-2

28. In the Moonlight

29. The women in my life

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

48. Making love and understanding everything

49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

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A war for ruling principles

Noÿs Lambent smiled.

“You say Bājī! Somewhere past the 125,000^th, mankind solved the secret of the interstellar drive. They learned how to manage the Jump through hyperspace. Finally, mankind could reach the stars. And once they could reach the stars they did so and left the Earth.”

“They were us Spacer Worlds, Noÿs!” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān said gravely, “We made fifty Spacer Worlds only, but Dr. Han Fastolfe made two more underground Spacer Worlds with the help of Dvij Hindus and Spacer women and the Bachhalyās and Spacer women.”

“Why only two?”

“Dvij Hindus like Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt while Bachhalyās like Brahm Kanyās and the Brahmāñīs.”

“So?”

“He made the Bachhalyās to have Other Muslimāt Spacer women instead of the Brahm Kanyās and the Brahmāñīs.”

“And he succeeded?”Noÿs Lambent could not believe.

“Not everywhere, only on this one Spacer World.”

“Well, it’s a miracle nevertheless.” Noÿs Lambent was all praise for Dr. Han Fastolfe. The Bachhalyās behave as if there are no women for them except the Brahm Kanyās and the Brahmāñīs. They refuse even the Årab Muslimāt outright.”

“Well, the Bachhalyās accepted Other Muslimāt Spacer women here as their sex partners. These two Spacer Worlds were underground worlds as Trantor.”

Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān pushed back her beautiful Spacer female buttocks into my nude Hindu male lap, tightened her already tight Spacer vaginal grip along the entire length and thickness of my Hindu Cock, and smiled.

“Durgesh is not as impartial as advertised.”

“You are irrational, Åāýeshā!” I said gravely, “I have gone to the extent that the period of the Later Emperors will not be ordered by me to take a theist course. I wanted to open your communal eyes―”

“I’m not communal.”

“Yes! You are, Åāýeshā! Communism is not a democratic set up. It advocates the dictatorship of the labor class.”

“It is necessary.”

“I allowed you to prove it. What happened? You could not establish your dictatorship of the labor class even fully anywhere. You struggled for it and only kept to struggle.”

“You did not help me.”

“Why should I help you, Åāýeshā? Why should I help you? I don’t believe in the dictatorship of any kind. I believe in Democracy.

‘Sam samidyuvase vr’shannagne vishvaanyary’ aa

idaspade samidhyase s’ no vasoonyaa bhar.’

―Ved 1R’gved: Sangathan Sookt, Unity Sookt, Mandal 10, Sookt 191:

‘O Showrer Agni ! lord ! to mix up/ to unite (Yu mishran’e Adādigañ 2|24) all (Vishvaani) completely (Sam sam it) for the post(pad)on Earth(idah Nighantu 1|1|15) to kindle rightly(samidhyase), you! Bring ( aa bhar ) unto us (no ) dwellings & treasures (Vasooni).’

Why democracy?

“1^st‘Sam samidyuvase’: to mix up/to unite (Yu mishran’e Adādigañ 2|24) all (Vishvaani) completely (Sam sam it)

2^nd Idaspade : for the post(pad) on Earth (Idah Nighantu 1|1|15).

3^rd Samidhyase: to kindle rightly.

4^th ‘Vasoonyaa bhar’ : bring (aa bhar) unto us (no) dwellings & treasures (Vasooni). ”

Your dictatorship of the labor class failed because―

1. It could not be established ever fully. Other classes revolted against it always invariably.

2. It was unable to mix up, to unite your people fully, completely.

3. It was not competent for the political posts as it governed all the rest of the classes except the labor class. The rest of the classes hated the dictatorship having no part in the administration.

4. It could not kindle rightly, as you did not allow the other systems of life even to flourish as the Kingdom Islāmiyat errored and was destroyed consequently. No one was able thus to show you the other side of the facts. You refused to learn from history and became a history consequently to be studied and learned by others.

5. It made you unable to provide suitable dwellings & treasures to your people.

It brought the ultimate Fall of the

Galactic Empire whether you accept it or not.”

“I don’t agree with you.” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān flared.

“I know you don’t agree with me, but the facts speak for themselves. You chose Communism for the period, and the result is the Fall of the Galactic Empire you did not establish.”

Noÿs Lambent smiled.

“Bājī! Durgesh is telling us, we did not establish the Galactic Empire. We made it to fall.”

“I’m amending the Time Cycle now to show you the other side of the coin.” I smiled at Åāýeshā, “Åāýeshā darling! You will see the Galactic Empire will not fall.”

“You want to say only Hindu Dharm can offer a prosperous society?” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān looked at me curtly, “I don’t agree with you in this communal conclusion of yours.”

“So you think I’m a Traditional Hindu?”

“Traditional Hindu? My foot! You are not a Hindu at all.”

Noÿs Lambent laughed.

“Bājī!”

“Durgesh is as atheist as we are. It’s only his political strategy.” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān laughed, “Don’t forget he himself repeats often―

‘A politician must know that Society cannot bear the whole truth and that he must not speak the whole truth; If he is speaking the whole truth it is bad for his politics.’

-Annihilation of Caste:

Dr. Baba Sāheb Ambedkar:

Writings and speeches: vol.1:P.93,

Education Deptt. Govt. of Mahārāshtr.”

“You want to say that Durgesh is not an ardent follower of Ved, as he claims to be?” Noÿs Lambent asked.

“I say it’s only his political strategy.” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān smiled cunningly, “Dvij Hindus, Bachhalyās and the Traditional Hindus are almost infinite therefore Durgesh is an ardent follower of Ved. If it were Muslims, Durgesh would have been an ardent follower of Qurãn. If it were the Christians or the Jews, Durgesh would have been an ardent follower of the Bible. Don’t forget he says even now―

‘Ved Bible and Qurãn the trio if we have,

Don’t worry of humanity then ever,

the trio will save’ ―”

“You are quite wrong, Åāýeshā darling!” I said gravely, “Ved Bible and Qurãn―all the three preach basically one religion―Humanity.”

“The first Commandment of the Ten Commandments is―

‘You shall have no other gods before me.’

―Old Testament: Exodus 20/3

How is it Humanity?”

“Why is it not?”

“I don’t think there is any God.”

“What do you think the God is?”

“A superstition.”

“Why is it so? Do you deny there is ultimate consciousness?”

“And you call that ultimate consciousness the God I suppose.”

“Yes, but not the ultimate consciousness only.”

“Not?”

“Certainly not. The God is the Ultimate Consciousness, the Ultimate Existence and the Ultimate Bliss―‘Sat-Chit-Aannd’ and not only that, ―‘Sat-Chit-Aannd’ means― the Absolute Existence, the Absolute Consciousness and the Absolute Bliss even. If you don’t believe that there is any Absolute Existence, any Absolute Consciousness and any Absolute Bliss, you certainly don’t believe in God.”

“You assign a totally new definition of God.”

“I assign a totally new definition of God?” I laughed, “No, Åāýeshā darling! Certainly not. It’s an age-old definition. Ved presents Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā in this definition.”

“Maybe, but the Old Testament does not.”

“Well, the Old Testament is a book of the Jews. The ‘Jews’ is actually derived from the word ‘;‘Yahud’, which is itself derived from original Sanskr’t word ‘Yaduh’.”

Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān laughed.

“Noÿs Lambent claims that Prophet Moses is actually your Lord Bhagvān Kr’shñ. Prophet Moses led Israel from Egypt in the same way as your Lord Bhagvān Kr’shñ led the ‘Yaduh’ from Mathurā to Saurāshtr.”

“That’s a disputed subject of History. We are talking of principles now, not of history.”

“Are you afraid of history?” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān laughed.

“Of course not. But we can’t talk of history and the principles at the same time, discuss both simultaneously, and reach some worthwhile result. Why not discuss one at a time, one by one, I mean?”

“Both your principles and history are discussed several times extensively without getting any worthwhile result.”

“Are you afraid of repeated discussions?”

“Certainly not. You are afraid.”

“Why should I? My principles are ruling the entire infinite creations now. Åāýeshā darling! You are proposing that I should not amend the Time Cycle of the Later Emperors. I ask why.”

“They tended to Communism generation by generation. Cleon was a Communist ultimately. Do you deny it?”

“Emperor Humayun established his kingdom in India. His son, Emperor Akbar, renounced Islam, practiced Hinduism openly. His son, Jahangir, and Jahangir’s son Shahjahan continued the tradition as we witness in the life of Prince Darashikoh even. The Muslims tended to change the ruling religion into Islam. We had Aurangzeb. What was the result? The Mudgal Dynasty came to an end eventually.”

“So you think the same thing happened here?”

“Why not? History repeats itself. Same mistake, same result. Change the Time Cycle. Eliminate the mistake. We’ll get better result, I assure you, Åāýeshā darling!”

“What a communal person you are.”

“No. If I had been communal, you could not have experimented with your Communism while even the Later Emperors were ruling the Galaxy. You have destroyed Solaria even, with your Communism, Åāýeshā darling!”

The master roboticist Dr. Jothan Leebig gasped out.

“All nonsense. You know nothing about robotics.”

In 1920 AD, a Czech playwright, Karl Capek, published a play named ‘R.U.R.’.

It was first performed in 1921 AD and was first translated into English in 1923 AD.

The initials ‘R.U.R.’ stand for ‘Rossum’s Universal Robots’.

Rossum was the name of an Englishman who, in the play, mass-produced a line of mechanical human beings intended to do the work of the world.

‘Robot’ was from the Czech word ‘robota’ meaning one who engaged in involuntary servitude; in other words a ‘slave’.

In translating the play into English, it would have been appropriate to translate ‘robot’ into ‘slave’.

‘Slave’, however, is a word commonly used for human beings and it would make it difficult to distinguish between the natural and the artificial variety.

‘Robot’, not being an English word, could fairly be left untranslated and be used for the artificial variety, to distinguish it from the natural.

Capek’s play was a terribly bad one, but it is immortal for that one word.

Dr. Jothan Leebig was a communist, an ardent follower of Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān.

“I know enough about communism, however, Jothan!” Åāýeshā said tersely.

“Robots with detachable limbs―”

“Dr. Rikaine Delmarre did not approve of it. Didn’t he Jothan?”

“Comrade!”

“He has talked about it with Hannis Gruer, your head of Solarian security.”

Jothan Leebig’s face contrived in retort.

“If you can’t handle even the security head, comrade!-―”

“Watch!” Comrade Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān snapped back, “Just watch what you say, master roboticist! You’ve witnessed what Harla Branno did to Golan Trevize. Do you want to join him on Far Star?”

“Even Far Star is not worse, if we can’t make the Galaxy communist.”

“We have another plan for it, Jothan.”

“I can’t see―”

“Yes!” Åāýeshā interrupted, “you can’t see. That’s why you are only a master roboticist while I’m handling the entire communist movement.”

Jothan Leebig felt immense disgrace.

There were only twenty roboticists on Solaria, and he was the best of them.

“You are the best, the master roboticist here on Solaria, Jothan!” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān smiled patronizingly, “Yet, what you Solarians lack here, you also lack.”

“Pardon me, Comrade! We lack here something? I simply can’t believe you.”

“Jothan!”

“Comrade!”

“You have given up something the humankind has had for a million years; something worth more than atomic power, cities, agriculture, tools, fire, everything; because it made everything possible.”

“And, what is that if I may ask.”

“The tribe, Jothan!”

“I beg your pardon, Comrade!”

“The tribe, Jothan!” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān repeated, “Co-operation between individuals. Even Durgesh needed it when―

‘S’ vai naiv reme—-’etc.

― ‘Shatpath Brāhmañ’: Kānd 14| Prapāthak 1| Brāhmañ 2| Kandikā 4-10.

Master roboticist Jothan Leebig laughed.

“So you’ve accepted Durgesh’s Vedic Scientific Universe view?”

“I’m referring to history, not to Durgesh’s Vedic Scientific Universe view.”

“Yes, you are Comrade! You are.” Jothan Leebig, the master roboticist, smiled, “That’s the danger and harm of Personal Presence.

“Nonsense, Jothan, you are―”

“It’s not nonsense, Comrade. It does make perfect sense.” Jothan Leebig, the master roboticist, smiled again, “While you are in ‘non stop love making’ with Durgesh, his strong thought waves have affected you.”

“Jothan, you are―”

“Let me finish, Comrade!” Jothan Leebig, the master roboticist, interrupted Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān, “That’s why Durgesh fucks you, not because he loves you or not because he is the ever sexiest male of all times.”

“Jothan, you are―”

“A woman surrenders to a man almost entirely when she is in love making with him. Naturally, her thought waves are not as strong then as those of her male are. Durgesh affects the thoughts of his infinite women thus strongly and almost unopposed.”

“So you join Salvor Hardin?”

“I beg your pardon, Comrade!”

“Salvor Hardin, millenniums afterwards, also believes that Durgesh is not a playboy neither he is the ever sexiest male of all times.”

“He is right.” Jothan Leebig smiled, “You can see why we Solarians oppose Personal Presence. It affects our thought pattern. Durgesh is an ardent preacher of ‘Svaroopé Avasthānam’― ‘Yogashchittvr’ttinirohah. Tada dr’ashtuh svaroope vsthaanam. Vr’ttisaaroopymitratr’’(―Pātanjal Yogdarshanam 1 Samādhipād: 2-4.) Have you ever asked him how a person can get to his/her ‘Svaroopé Avasthānam’, while he/she is in continuous non stop love making? Eventually, ultimately, the woman will lose her own thought patterns and will be melted into those of her males. Her consciousness, her existence, her entire identity eventually ultimately will be melted into those of her male.”

I laughed.

“So you think my all women have lost her individual identities?”

“If not already they are in the path of it.”

“And when, in your bright opinion, the process will be completed?” My smile was more patronizing now.

“Eventually, ultimately, someday, it is bound to be completed. Can you deny it?”

“I most certainly do. Allāh is my everfirst wife, Kħātooné Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadā Fātimā razee Allāhu tåālā ånhā is my eversecond wife, Ammul Momineen Ħazrat Åāýeshā Siddeequā razee Allāhu tåālā ånhā bint Ħazrat Abee Bakar Siddeeque^rz is my everthird wife. They are all in continuous non stop love making with me since beginningless infinite Kalp Kalpānters. They haven’t lost their individuality. Can you explain why it is so, if you are right?”

“Well―”

“Jothan, you are conspicuous, but you are wrong.” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān said curtly, “I accept Durgesh does not accept normal Scientific Universe view. He divides the Scientific Universe view in Pre Scientific Universe View, Scientific Universe view, and Vedic Scientific Universe View. He has even written Vedic Science Fictions. I don’t agree with him in the matter but―”

“Comrade, you will eventually.”

“You are funny, Jothan!” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān laughed.

“Vedic Science!” master roboticist Jothan Leebig laughed, “We had Soviet Science someday.”

“Why someday? We still have it.” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān held her beautiful head high proudly, “Let Durgesh have his Vedic Science if he wants to. The point I’m making is that you Solarians have lost Co-operation between individuals.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Nevertheless, it is so. Solaria have given it up entirely. It is a world of isolated individuals.”

“Don’t tell me you are suggesting the Gaian alternative for it.” Jothan Leebig, the master roboticist, smiled, “Even Councilman Golan Trevize is repenting his decision now.”

Golan Trevize asked.

“Why did I do it?”

It wasn’t a new question.

Since he had arrived at Gaia, he had asked it of himself frequently.

He would wake up from a sound sleep in the pleasant coolness of the night and find the question sounding noiselessly in his mind, like a tiny drumbeat: ‘Why did I do it?’ ‘Why did I do it?’

Now, though, for the first time, he managed to ask it of Dom, the ancient Gaia.

“Don’t you want to share Durgesh’s Vedic Scientific Universe View?” Dom, the ancient Gaia, asked.

Golan Trevize laughed.

“Durgesh does not accept normal Scientific Universe view. He divides the Scientific Universe view in Pre Scientific Universe View, Scientific Universe view, and Vedic Scientific Universe View. Let’s see what his Pre Scientific Universe View is. He follows Dr. Isaac Asimov here.”

“But Dr. Isaac Asimov was an atheist.”

“That’s the point. Durgesh doesn’t hate the atheists even. He is a great admirer of Dr. Isaac Asimov.”

Dom, the ancient Gaia smiled.

“Because Durgesh is also an atheist, as the atheists claim?”

“I don’t know and I don’t care.”

“You don’t even care?” Dom was astonished.

“Why should I? Durgesh is as free to have any faith as he damn chooses as we are.”

Dom, the ancient Gaia was well aware of Trevize’s tension for he could sense the fabric of the Councilman’s mind.

He did not respond to it.

Gaia must in no way ever touch Trevize’s mind, and the best way of remaining immune to the temptation was to ignore painstakingly what he sensed.

“What did you why, Trev?” Dom asked changing the subject somewhat.

“The decision I made.” Golan Trevize said, “Choosing Gaia as the future.”

“Certainly you don’t want to join Harla Branno.” Professor Janov Pelorat interfered tersely.

Golan Trevize looked at him cunningly.

“Professor! I suspect you are Durgesh.”

“What?” Janov Pelorat jumped.

“You are a great scholar of history as Durgesh is. You love Bliss. Bliss also loves you in return―”

“Councilman! Even if I’m Durgesh I don’t know.”

“You mean your ‘Svaroopé Avasthānam’―(―Pātanjal Yogdarshanam 1 Samādhipād: 2-4.) hasn’t taken place till now?”

“No, if it is ever to take place.”

“Hmm, Harla Branno can’t be as dumb as to allow me to choose Gaia and―”

“She did not have any alternative.” Dom, the ancient Gaia, said, “And you were right to do so.”

Dom’s aged deepset eyes were looking earnestly at Golan Trevize.

“You say I am right.” Trevize said impatiently.

“I/we/Gaia know you are.” Dom, the ancient Gaia, said, “That’s your worth to us. You have the capacity for making the right decision on incomplete data. You chose Gaia.”

“Intuition?”Golan Trevize laughed.

“Maybe. But you have it and you chose Gaia!” Dom, the ancient Gaia, said strongly, “You rejected the anarchy of a Galactic Empire built on the technology of the First Foundation, as well as the anarchy of a Galactic Empire built on the Mentalics of the Second Foundation. You decided that neither could be long stable. So you chose Gaia.”

“Yes!” said Trevize, “Exactly! I chose Gaia, a superorganism; a whole planet with a mind and personality in common, so that one has to say ‘I/we/Gaia’ as an invented pronoun to express the inexpressible.”

Golan Trevize paced the floor restlessly and continued.

“It will become eventually Galaxia, a super-super-organism embracing all the swarm of the Milky Way.”

Golan Trevize stopped, turned almost savagely on Dom, and said,

“I feel I’m right, as you feel it, but you want the coming of Galaxia, and so are satisfied with the decision. There is something in me, however, that doesn’t want it, and for that reason, I’m not satisfied to accept the rightness so easily. I want to know why I made the decision. I want to weigh and judge the rightness and be satisfied with it. Merely feeling right isn’t enough. How can I know I’m right? How can I explain I’m right? What is the device that makes me right?”

Dom, the ancient Gaia, smiled.

“I/we/Gaia do not know how it is that you come to the right decision. Whether it is intuition or something else, I/we/Gaia don’t know. However, is it important to know as long as we have the right decision there?”

“You speak for the whole planet, do you?” Golan Trevize looked at Dom, the ancient Gaia, “For the common conscientiousness of every dewdrop, of every pebble, of even the liquid central core of the planet?”

“I do.” Dom said, “And so can any portion of the planet in which the intensity of the common consciousness is great enough.”

“The intensity of the common consciousness is great enough?” Professor Janov Pelorat smiled, “The intensity? ‘Teevr samvegaanaamaasannah’ ‘mr’du madhy’aadhimaatratvaat tato’pi visheshah’ (―Pātanjal Yogdarshanam 1 Samādhipād: 21-22.). Is it?”

“So you are really Durgesh.” Golan Trevize flared.

“No.” Janov Pelorat laughed, “I’m not, but―”

“Yes! You are!” Golan Trevize said harshly, “You are talking his language. Can’t you see? You and your Vedic Science!”

“Hold it! What do you know of Vedic Science? Have you read Ved ever?”

“I haven’t enough time to read the (‘Shanno Mitrah! ‘Shaantam Paapam!’), nonsense.”

“How do you know it is nonsense if you haven’t even read it?”

“Janov! Don’t tell me you believe in God!”

“What if I do?”

“Janov! Great Space! You are― you are telling me that you really believe in God?”

“I asked what if I do.” Professor Janov Pelorat was calm.

“Great Space! Janov!-―”

“I asked what if I do.” Professor Janov Pelorat was calm still now.

“‘You shall have no other gods before me.’

―Old Testament: Exodus 20/3?”

“Why not? What is there communal in it? Islam has it’s Kalma as ‘Lā Ilāh Illillāh’ ‘There is no god but God’. Ved says:

‘Indram mitram varun’amagnimaahuratho divyah s’ suparn’o garutmaan,

Ekam sadvipraa bahuhaa vadantyagnim yamam maatarishvaanamaahuh.’

― Ved 1R/1/164/46.

The same thing they all preach.”

“‘Ved Bible and Qurãn the trio if we have,

Don’t worry of humanity then ever,

the trio will save’

Isn’t it?”

“Yes!” Professor Janov Pelorat said boldly.

“How like Durgesh!” Golan Trevize smiled ironically.

“Well, Durgesh is the Ultimate Administrator. What if I agree with him in some matters?”

Golan Trevize looked at Dom, the ancient Gaia.

“Is all your common consciousness satisfied to use me as a black box? Since the black box works, is it unimportant to know what is inside?-― that doesn’t suit me. I don’t enjoy being a black box. I want to know what’s inside. I want to know how and why I chose Gaia and Galaxia as the future, so that I can rest and be at peace.”

Dom, the ancient Gaia smiled.

“But why do you dislike or distrust your decision so, Trev?”

He found it difficult to use more than one syllable in addressing a person, and did not matter.

Trevize was growing somewhat used to that.

Golan Trevize drew a deep breath and said slowly, in a low and forceful voice,

“Because I don’t want to be part of a superorganism. I don’t want to be a dispensable part to be done away with whenever the superorganism judges that doing away would be for the good of the whole.”

Dom, the ancient Gaia, looked at Trevize thoughtfully.

“Do you want to change your decision, then, Trev? You can, you know.”

“And what the alternative I have?” Golan Trevize said curtly, “The anarchy of a Galactic Empire built on the technology of the First Foundation led by that uncompromising woman Harla Branno? Or the anarchy of a Galactic Empire built on the Mentalics of the Second Foundation led by First Speaker Quindor Shandess? I know neither could be long stable. That’s why I chose Gaia.”

“Well?”

“I long to change the decision, but I can’t do that merely because I dislike it. To do something now, I have to know whether the decision is wrong or right. It’s not enough merely to feel it right.”

“If you feel you are right, you are right.”Dom, the ancient Gaia, said, always in that slow, gentle voice that somehow made Golan Trevize feel wilder by its very contrast with his own inner turmoil.

“There’s a planet also somewhat like Gaia.” Golan Trevize almost half whispered.

“What?”

“The name is Erythro.”

Dom, the ancient Gaia, looked at him unbelievingly.

“Ruled by Dr. Maimoonā Usmā Islām.” Golan Trevize completed his sentence coldly.

Eugenia Insigna looked woebegone.

“Have you really decided to go out again, Marlene?”

Marlene, Maimoonā Usmā Islām, not Doctor then, looked at her mother with weary patience, with tired patience.

“Mother!” she said, “You make it sound as though I’ve come to this decision five minutes ago after a long period of uncertainty.”

“Is it not the case?” Dr. Ůsmā Islām Umm Maimoonā, Eugenia Insigna, asked her daughter anxiously.

“It is not the case, mother, and you know it.” Marlene, Maimoonā Usmā Islām, confirmed, “I’ve been sure for a very long time that out there on Erythro is where I intend to be.”

How wrong Marlene was.

It was Erythro, the planet, which wanted her for a very long time, to be there―not she.

However, she did not know it, neither Eugenia Insigna, her mother.

Marlene repeated again,

“I’ve been sure for a very long time that out there on Erythro is where I intend to be. I haven’t changed my mind, and I won’t change it.”

“I know you’re convinced that you are safe and I admit that nothing has happened to you so far.” Dr. Ůsmā Islām Umm Maimoonā, Eugenia Insigna, looked at her daughter from Kr’p Purohit, grimly, “But―”

“I feel safe on Erythro.” Maimoonā Usmā Islām said, “I’m drawn to it. Uncle Siever understands.”

Dr. Ůsmā Islām Umm Maimoonā looked at her daughter, as if to object once again, but shook her head instead.

She realized that Maimoonā Usmā Islām’s mind was made up.

She was not to be stopped.

What she did not know was the fact that Erythro, the planet itself, had made her daughter to make her mind so.

It’s warmer on Erythro this time, Maimoonā Usmā Islām thought, just warm enough to make the breeze welcome.

The grayish clouds were scudding across the sky of Erythro a bit more rapidly, and they seemed thicker.

She was born on Rotor.

Rotor was her home.

Nevertheless, she was feeling at home here on Erythro.

Rain was predicted for the next day.

Maimoonā thought it might be nice to be out in the rain and watch what happened.

It should splash in the little creek and make the rocks wet and turn any soil muddy and mushy.

Maimoonā came up to a flat rock near the creek.

She brushed it with her hand, and sat down on it carefully.

She stared at the flowing water curling around the rocks that studded it.

Maimoonā was thinking that the rain would feel like taking a shower.

It would be like a shower coming down from the whole sky.

One couldn’t step out of it.

Durgesh has described to her the phenomenon.

He has the experience of rain.

Maimoonā could not have it as she was born on a settlement.

How would it be?

Will there be trouble breathing?

No, that couldn’t be.

How Durgesh has lived otherwise?

But Durgesh does not need oxygen.

How do you know?

He claims that he does not need oxygen; he lives on continuous non stop love making.

But, how do you know he is right in his claim?

The oxygen is still available to him also when he is in continuous non stop love making even.

How do you know he doesn’t breathe oxygen then?

It rained on Earth all the time―frequently anyway.

She did not hear that people drowned in it.

No, the rain would be like a shower, and one can breathe in a shower.

She has that experience after all.

Hasn’t she?

The rain wouldn’t be hot, though.

She liked hot showers.

All the westerners like hot showers but not her own mother.

Her mother was not a westerner actually.

Dr. Ůsmā Islām Umm Maimoonā, Eugenia Insigna, was a daughter of Dr. Tāhirā Ůmer Fārooque and Doctor Shiv Shankar Sharmā.

Both were not westerners.

Her grandmother Dr. Tāhirā Ůmer Fārooque was an Årab Muslimā.

Her grandfather Doctor Shiv Shankar Sharmā was an Indian.

They both liked cold showers.

So was her mother Dr. Ůsmā Islām Umm Maimoonā.

Eugenia Insigna was not her mother’s maiden name.

Her mother’s maiden name was Ůsmā Islām Umm Maimoonā.

Eugenia Insigna was a name she was called by on Rotor widely.

Nevertheless, like a westerner, Maimoonā Usmā Islām liked hot showers.

It would not be hot though.

Maimoonā thought about it lazily.

It was very quiet out here, and very peaceful.

She could rest and there was no one to see her, to watch her, no one whom Maimoonā had to interpret.

It was great not to have to interpret.

What temperature would it be?

The rain, that is.

Why shouldn’t it be the same comfortable temperature as Nemesis itself?

Of course, Maimoonā could get wet, and it was always cold when one stepped out of a shower all wet.

And the rain would wet her clothes too.

Suddenly she felt she was not all alone there.

“Dolorette!” Maimoonā Usmā Islām exclaimed, “You? You are here on Erythro?”

“Why not?” Dolorette Siever smiled, “Have you forgotten? Your Uncle Siever is my father.”

A scene flashed involuntarily Maimoonā’s mind.

At dinner that night, her mother Dr. Ůsmā Islām Umm Maimoonā asked,

“What kind of day did you have, dear?”

Maimoonā Ůsmā Islām looked at Doctor Alberta Jacoby Abraham and Doctor Alice Hamilton one by one.

Then she said,

“A quiet one. Durgesh came looking for me and I suppose he reported to you.”

Now it was Dr. Ůsmā Islām Umm Maimoonā’s turn to look at Doctor Alberta Jacoby Abraham and Doctor Alice Hamilton one by one.

All the three smiled sharing the same understanding.

Maimoonā Ůsmā Islām shrugged her shoulders,

“I’m sorry you have to take the trouble to hunt me down.”

Dr. Ůsmā Islām Umm Maimoonā sighed,

“But, Maimoonā! I can’t help but think sometimes that you’re unhappy and isn’t it natural for me to be concerned about that? I’m your mother. You’re alone too much.”

“I like to be alone.”

“You don’t act it. You show no signs of happiness at being alone. There are many people who would like to be friendly and you would be happier if you allowed them to be. Aurinel is your friend.”

“Was. He’s all busy these days with other people. Today I again felt it. Imagine him talking to me, even fucking me and thinking about Dolorette.”

Dr. Ůsmā Islām Umm Maimoonā smiled.

The girl envied Dolorette, her own best friend.

“You can’t quite blame Aurinel, you know. Dolorette is also his age.”

“Physically,” said Maimoonā Ůsmā Islām, “What a bubblehead.”

“Physically counts a great deal at his age.”

“I know. But, it makes a bubblehead out of me too. The more Durgesh slobbers over Dolorette the more I feel even he can’t differentiate me from Dolorette.”

“It’s not true, Maimoonā! Durgesh loves both Dolorette and you, and you know it.”

“Only because we both have cunts welcoming Durgesh’s Hindu prick, Dolorette can’t compete with me.”

“I’m your best friend, Maimoonā!” Dolorette Siever smiled again.

“So you’ve followed me?”

“Yes, Maimoonā!”

“Why Dolorette? I want to be all alone.”

“No, you don’t.” Dolorette Siever smiled again, “I’ve brought Durgesh with me.”

Maimoonā Usmā Islām raised her beautiful head above and looked at me.

“Yes, I see so.”

“You should not be jealous of me, darling!” Dolorette Siever laughed.

“I’m not!” Maimoonā Usmā Islām rejoined curtly, “You are a bubblehead, Dolorette! Please forgive me if I’m bluntly true. Only because we both have cunts welcoming Durgesh’s Hindu prick, you can’t compete with me.”

Dolorette Siever laughed.

“You Årab Muslimāt are infinite, having Durgesh always riding on you all in continuous non stop love making. Even then, we, the Jews Beauties are not jealous of you Årab Muslimāt. You―”

“You Jews Beauties! You Jews Beauties?” Maimoonā Usmā Islām flared, “You all are bubbleheads.”

“Watch your language, Maimoonā!” Dolorette Siever said grimly, “I’ve always tolerated you. You are always impossible. Only because I’m more beautiful―”

“You are not!!!” Maimoonā Usmā Islām flared once again, “You are most certainly not!”

“Yes, I am.”Dolorette Siever rejoined curtly, “You Årab Muslimāt are so communal that you can’t bear a Jews Beauty were more beautiful than you.”

“You are not!!! I say you are most certainly not!”

“Yes, I am dearie!”Dolorette Siever rejoined tersely, “Only because you Årab Muslimāt Beauties are infinite in numbers and Durgesh is riding on you all in continuous non stop love making you think you own Durgesh.”

“Dolorette!”

“You Årab Muslimāt are always communal. Why are you so? Even Durgesh’s continuous non stop love making has not refined you, not made you Årab Muslimāt sophisticated.”

“Dolorette!”

“You say we are Ahalé Kitāb. We also have our own ‘Yogdr’sht Ved Bhāshý Samhitā’, our own Kitābé Āsmānī, our own Divine Book Revealed to our Prophets.”

“Dolorette!”

“But you say our Divine Book Revealed, Torah, is not in correct form now. I don’t agree with you. None of us agrees with you Årab Muslimāt. Understand?”

“Dolorette!”

“Even your own Divine Book Revealed, even your own ‘Yogdr’sht Ved Bhāshý Samhitā’, the Holy Qurãn, does not agree with you.”

“What?”

“Yes!” Dolorette Siever said curtly, “Vide Sūrah Āl ‘Imrān: Verse 93:

‘Tell them: ‘Bring the Torah and recite any passage of it if you are truthful’.’

What does it mean? It means our Divine Book

Revealed the Torah is more reliable than Qurãn itself.”

Maimoonā Usmā Islām laughed.

“Durgesh!” She addressed me, “Please sit down and allow Dolorette to sit on your lap.”

“How kind of you!” Dolorette Siever chuckled sarcastically, “I have my own right to sit on Durgesh’s lap whether you approve of it or not.”

“Dolorette!”

“There is no need of Qurãn, Islam and the Prophet of Islam.” Dolorette Siever said curtly, “We, the Jews, don’t say it because we don’t want to act communal.”

“Dolorette!” Maimoonā Usmā Islām said patiently, “We, the Dvij Hindus, the Bachhalyās, the Traditional Hindus, the Muslims, the Christians and the Jews, have to fight with atheism now. If we don’t fight with each other, it will help the humankind and the humanity a lot. The atheism is more dangerous than any of us is. Try to understand.”

“Why is it so?”

“Why is it so?” Maimoonā Usmā Islām exclaimed, “Allāh! Dolorette! Haven’t you gone with Durgesh into future, ever? Durgesh is amending it. Why?”

“Because the Galactic Empire is falling there. Durgesh thinks it is because of Communism.”

“Durgesh thinks, don’t you?”

“I’m enjoying my life with Durgesh.” Dolorette Siever chuckled, laughed quietly, “There are more responsible persons than me. They are being honored and being paid for worrying about us. Let them earn what they are getting.”

“Why are you so irresponsible, Dolorette?”

“And why do you think you are responsible for everything which happens in the entire infinite raised to power infinite creations?”

Maimoonā Usmā Islām looked seriously at Dolorette Siever.

“Want to know?”

“Yes!”

“I’m an Årab Muslimā.”

“Really?” Dolorette Siever was sarcastic.

“Being a Jew Beauty you also must be responsible for what is happening around you.”

“Don’t talk nonsense, Maimoonā!”

“It’s not nonsense, Dolorette!”

“It is. Religion is out of date now.”

“I don’t know why you Jews think so every now and then.”

“Every now and then?”

“Yes! Every now and then.” Maimoonā Usmā Islām said grimly, “In the entire human history only the Jews were the persons who killed their prophets in a large number. Hindus never did it. The Christians never did it, and we Muslims also never did it.”

Dolorette looked at Maimoonā Usmā Islām gravely.

“Why do you think it is so?”

“Do you agree that it is so?”

“Let’s suppose I do agree.”

“If you are not serious, I’m sorry I brought the subject.”

“Okay! I’ve gone into future with Durgesh till Harla Branno lost to Gaia and Golan Trevize is suspecting his decision of Galaxia.”

“Why do you think the Galactic Empire fell, Dolorette?”

“Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān says Durgesh not helped her.”

“And you agree with Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān?”

“I don’t know.”

“Dolorette! You are an Ammul Kāýnāt. You can’t be so careless. Some day you will have your own creation.”

“I don’t think I’ll go to the extent.” Dolorette Siever said gravely.

“Even then what do you think of our life?”

“What is there to think about?”

“Do you think our life is an accident?”

“All the scientists say so.”

“Name them.”

“What?”

“Name the scientists who say so.”

“I say all the scientists.”

“Einstein did not think so.”

“Albert Einstein?”

“Of course!”

“There are views that Albert Einstein had gone mad in his later years.”

Maimoonā Usmā Islām laughed.

“Because he was talking of God and religion in his later years? Dolorette! He was the greatest scientist till he talked of atheism, and as soon as he started to talk of God, he became mad?”

“Maimoonā!”

“The atheists don’t want to accept the existence of God. So they tell lies profoundly.”

Chapter 9

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More Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Prelude to Ten Commandments

2.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

3. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

4. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

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Other interesting writings from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Maamekam sharan’am vraj

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Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

16. A Deep Conflict-1

17. A deserving unfaithfulness

18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

19. I’m never ashamed of it

20. Yåqūb Family-1

21. They conspired against me

22 A secret Smile

23. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

25. The Beaming Knowledge

26. The three pregnants-1

27. The three pregnants-2

28. In the Moonlight

29. The women in my life

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt