"Taslim Abu Jaan," Zubeda greeted her father- in- law when he walked into the kitchen. She had been married only a month now, but already she had fallen into the pattern of life here at her husband's house. Abu Jaan and Ammi treated her like their own daughter. It was very rarely that Zubeda missed her own parents in sorrow. Zubeda's in-laws felt lucky to...
"Ahhhhhh," Zubeda moaned beneath her husband. She tried hard not to, knowing Khalil to be in the next room, but Gaphar made it impossible. He had never fucked her so hard before. He was relentless. Was he angry? She couldn't understand. He had been quiet around mealtime and his mild flirtations hadn't made the evening rounds either. She wondered if anything...
I walked out of the hut and followed Sajid as Fatima had told me. She seemed nice and kind and the only one not gawking at me or hating me. Sajid was chatting casually with his kids who were hanging out in the front of the house. He saw me walk up and smiled. "Kids, meet Purva aunty." "Abba, is she a new ammi (mother)?" one of the precocious daughters, abo...
I remembered how I had hated him, he was a pig, but now I regretted it. He wasn't a pig. He never was. I always blamed him of being a pig. The first time we met was when I was eight, he was ten. I had been bullied - I never used to have any friends, not now, not then - and was crying in the woods outside my village. Lex was hunting - I didn't know then, but...
Authors note: I am so sorry if I have written something that seems strange, but sometimes when I look for the words or different proverbs (or whatever they're called) I almost always translate them directly from Swedish to English. If there is something you don't understand, ask and I will try to explain. Now on with the story! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "I'm going to cha...
It was a cold November weekend when I took my first tentative steps in my new life as a new bride with my new husband in a new country. My husband had been living in the UK before we married. I had flown out to join him and to start our new lives together. Imagine my disappointment when I saw the small room he lived in. In a small 4 bedroom house with 8 ot...
"Steady my boy. A day will come when you will rule Bwangodesh. Till then toil hard & have faith in Allah. Ameen!" Vradhman woke up all shaken. The strong rays of Sun entering the small hut suggested that it was afternoon. Vradhman cursed himself for waking up so late. It was the day of the village fair. He was given the duty of security officer at the fair...
Note: Miss Z, a fan of mine wrote: I quote, "Saheb Ji, you are discriminating against Muslim girls' .They also deserve a good fucking…. We (Miss Z and her two friends, Miss R and Miss F) also appeal to you write a story involving three of us. Our fantasies are Hindu guys fucking us with their mighty lunds (cocks) and then exchanging partners." I have wri...
I would like to tell my readers that those searching for quick, fast and furious action will probably be better off looking elsewhere but I hope that those who want to read a good story will find this one rewarding. Conversations that took place in Hindi are recorded in italics followed immediately with an English translation. Those familiar with Hindi may...
Just to be certain about it, there is no proof of there being a God, nor is there any proof that there isn't a God. No one knows one way or the other. Further, all of those books of the Old and New Testament with names given to them, no one knows who actually wrote any of them. Yes, there probably was an Isaiah and a Jeremiah, even a Paul, and Paul may have...