The Sacrifice of My Wife Salma - Chapter I
Part of "The Bindaaspur Chronicles - a Mazhabi Erotica Series"
A progressive Můslim couple make the ultimate sacrifice and meet social justice warriors' price for their trust from a right-wing Hindů supremacy organization.
Disclaimer: BE WARNED - this is an interfaith sex story that might just have something to offend anyone and everyone.
If you are offended, keep two things in mind:
First, none of this is real. These are all fictitious characters and situations. Nobody is actually getting hurt or degraded.
Secondly, it's meant to entertain so lighten up.
This is an extreme hardcore, rough-sex erotica. This story involves sexual domination, humiliation and degradation of women (and men) of a particular religion. Do not read this story if such theme makes you uncomfortable.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN PERIL.
This is a story about Amjaad and Salma Qureshi, a progressive, musalman married couple who wanted to improve interfaith relations. After numerous visits to "Shaanti Sandhi" meetings hosted by the local chapter of the Hindů Shakti Aandolan (HSA), the Qureshi's were urged to "take the next step" in advancing social harmony and integrating with the Hindů society. Hesitating at first, the couple relented to the pressure from Zara Ansari, a female Můslim representative of the Mleccha Svayansevak Committee of the HSA. Not wanting to appear communal, they decided together to give up their Můslim heritage and follow Zara's instructions sanctioned by the Hindů Shakti Aandolan.
Zara Ansari, a stunning fair-skinned Můslima of Persian descent with grey eyes in her mid-twenties, was a high level member of the Hindů Shakti Aandolan, or HSA. She was a devoted advocate for inter-communal harmony. She was also extremely bisexual. She had studied the Qureshi’s when they frequented rallies and appeared in small gathering in Bindaaspur. While they stayed in the back, they seemed generally interested in the guest speakers from influential Hindů men and Můslim women. After interviewing the couple, Zara was confident they would contribute to advancing the agenda of the HSA. Skilled in the art of persuasion and manipulation, she carried out her plans and convinced the couple to meet the price to win trust from the HSA and the Hindů commune.
The events following are narrated by the husband, Amjaad Qureshi.
It seemed like an eternity driving the two lane road to the outskirts of Bindaaspur. There were not too many on-coming traffic especially since it was near 11 o'clock at night. Somewhere between the closed steel mill and the abandoned farmhouse we were looking for the hotel.
I looked over at Salma, wearing her green full length kameez suit and red high heels. I didn't get the chance to see what she chose to wear underneath. The heels were six inch stilleto shoes. Red and new, I never seen them before. She never wore anything like that before.
"Are you... nervous?" I asked, trying to break the tension and remind her we were a couple.
"A little." she replied, "I'm anxious. But… by Allah I'm looking forward to this!"
We were prevented from having sex for over a week, ever since we had that private meeting with Zara and agreed to this "event of interfaith love sharing". Zara was so serious! We had to have a platonic relationship before this evening. No sex, no talk of sex, and we had to sleep in separate bedrooms even. We were not to see each other naked. My celibacy was atoning sins of my invading Můslim ancestors, but it was more about Salma saving her energy and building sexual tension. She was given jari bootiya, vitamins and some concoctions to build up her stamina and boost her libido. I think they were energy potions that kept her from sleeping well at night and made her increasingly short-tempered, even hostile to me in the latter days. We barely spoke two words that day before we acknowledged we needed to leave the house for the hotel in a couple hours.
I didn't want to reply to Salma. What words could I say? But she confessed.
"Jaan… I… I am really… horny! I don't know if it’s the lack of sex. the pills, or the videos Zara made me watch. But I really need this, Amjaad." Salma said with a confident, but evil smile.
I never asked. That was part of the program. Salma watched private videos produced by the HSA for Můslim women. I figured they were motivation videos depicting the superiority of Hindů peoples and the lack of interfaith harmony in towns like Bindaaspur. Her video sessions were scheduled. Her full participation was necessary before the appointment would be finalized.
"We are almost there… I think…" I said after a heavy sigh.
I couldn't believe I was allowing this to happen. I couldn't believe we both were going through this shared sacrifice of our mazhabi pride.
I could see the street lights illuminating the lot below of the recently constructed "Hindů Adhigrahan Hotel (3 Star)". At the time I didn't realize the pun. I figured it was a property owned by a Sanskari Hindů businessman.
"It's room number 2." Salma told me, reading the Whatsapp message off her phone. The text from Zara came in just minutes before pulling into the parking space.
I pulled into the seedy looking place. I sighed and had no one to blame for the moral decay of Bindaaspur.