Chapter 1
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Salam alékum friends and Nãmasté to our maliqs from Hindéstán, this is Nazia Ashfaque from Láwhöre, Páqéstän.
I was so proud of my brother for getting the girl of his dreams. Her name was Saba Qamar and she was 25, smart, sexy, intelligent and one of the most beautiful girls in Láwhöre.
She was a practicing human rights lawyer. Saba, my brother’s fiancée specialized in migrants rights, she advocated for the rights of Hindú migrants who intended to settle in Páqéstän.
My brother and Saba had been dating for years, and recently they decided to tie the knots.
Last week, our two families gathered together and a lovely engagement ceremony took place where my abbu formally proposed to Saba’s abbu asking for his daughters hand in marriage with my brother. This was merely a formality, since both families knew the couple loved each other dearly and were destined to be together. The proposal was gladly accepted. Ammi and abbu took out a diamond ring and put it on the bride-to-be’s finger. The ring signified that the beautiful Páqéstäni woman was engaged and she was the amanat of some lucky guy.
After the engagement ceremony, a sumptuous dinner party was arranged by the dulhan’s family where sumptuous mutton biryani, beef karahi gosht, chicken jalfrezi, daal makhani and other mouth-watering traditional Páqéstäni delicacies were served. At the dining hall I noticed how delighted my brother looked and I could not have been happier for him. My bhabi-to-be Saba Qamar was truly a thing of beauty, she was absolutely what the poems refer to as “the Rose of Páqéstän”, in every sense of the meaning.
That was until I suddenly realized it was the same woman I knew from the migrants center where she volunteered and helped Hindú male migrants assimilate and where I too volunteer from time to time. As a young Láwhöri Músalmán girl, I am required to do community service at the migrants center.
Few years ago the Hindéstání government had passed a bill in parliament which made it mandatory for all Páqéstäni Músalmán women of child-bearing age to volunteer at local migrants centers for a minimum seven hours each week (unless she’s pregnant or having her periods). There has been an ongoing influx of young, unemployed but physically able Hindú males from Hindéstán in our mulq, and us Páqéstäni Muslimahs worked diligently at the migrants centers to promote inter-faith harmony and cultural exchange. Devoted Páqéstäni girls like me were serious about integrating our Súnni Músalmáni culture with the migrant’s Sánatãnï Hindú culture. Strong and determined Hindú muhajirs from far away corners of Hindéstán had traveled to our fertile land of Páqéstän to enrich our country and culture, and it was the patriotic duty of Páqéstäni Músalmán womenfolk to serve to assist our newcomer Hindú brothers, whom we are required to refer to as “Maliq” (this is supposed to be the symbol of humility and hospitality of our warm Páqéstäni culture, right?)
My heart stopped for a moment as I recollect spotting Saba a few months back on her knees sucking the uncircumcised lunds of 2 young Hindéstání migrants. I peered through the gap in the door and rubbed my inflamed fuddi watching her take these young Hindú lads deep down her throat until they exploded in her mouth. I remembered that hot Músalmán girl wasted not a single drop of potent seed the Hindú boys had deposited in her mouth and she had swallowed every bit of cum greedily.
After we left for home, I agonized over whether to break the news to my brother but I kept quiet because I have never seen him so happy. Instead, I decided to spy on my would-be bhabi, I was going to follow her over the next few weeks to see if she had changed her ways now that she was formally engaged to a man.
