Prelude to Ten Commandments
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.
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.
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.
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,
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.
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.
“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.
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.’
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.
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.
‘Adabdhāni Varuñasý vratāni.’
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.
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.
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.”
“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 ”
“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,
“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.
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.”
“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.”
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Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
44. Hell, I revolt
64. I live with him
More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
13. Eidul Fitr-1