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t/8eSr
No.5548
Our story starts with a middle-class muslim household in fareedabad(NCR) wherein lives Shehnaz, the 20 year old protagonist of our story. Like every other north Indian family , shehnaz's father and other relatives are very very deeply religious, even more so than the Turks who introduced islam to India! Such religious fanaticism usually results in opression of female muslims in the family and the consequesnt resentment produced in them, and so is the case with Shahzadi Shehnaz. She sufferes deeply due to the orthodox attitude of the patriarch of the family, her father, and in the recent years, even her brothers, younger and elder alike. The plethora of restrictions imposed on her just act as an catalyst to pushing shehnaz towards the total tipping point. She is not allowed to frequent her friends, go to _any_ party at all, go out without nakaab, wear the clothes of her liking etc. Apart from all this default restrictions, being in contact with a boy is a crime and being in contact with a kaffur(non-muslim) is the gravest sin she can commit according to her father.
She goes to the nearby Fareedabad National college and her daily life is as monotonous as it gets. Wake up, get ready, help in household chores, go to college with her 26 year old brother on his bike, attend all the classes, go back home with her brother again and spend the rest of the day at home or go out for some general tuffles. Such life bored her, it would bore anyone, any human.
The opression, the restriction, the mononity, the subjugation is just increasing as she ages and now her abbu(father) has started looking for a muslim man to marry her off. This has further increase the suffocation she feels at home, tense enviroment and the dry throat she experiences whenever she comes back home from her college. She wants freedom, control, total control over HERSELF. The things she encounters are breaking her further and further, slowly but surely the great breaking point would be reched.
It was on a cloudy and stormy tuesday when the whole thing that are about to unfold started. An apt ominous day for such an incident. Shehnaz had just arrived home from her college and her phone rang,
"Sneha? Why would she call now, we were just together 15 minutes ago"
Nevertheless, she picked up the phone,
"Hello, Shehnaz I think my English file was left with you, can you please return it as I have to complete it for tomorrow's final submission"
"Uhm, I dont know. Could you come to my home to take it "
"No, i would have came myself but its not currently possible as i am struct in some ordeals at home, please come as fast as possible."
Shehnaz was now experiencing a mix of emothions, she relaized the urgency of Sneha but also scared from her father, Sneha lived just on the adjacent street, "It wont take much time and moreover, father and brother are at the shop, mother is out for grocery shopping Nobody would know" thought Shenaz, but how wrong she was. Shehnaz left her home with the english file and quickly sorted out the task and came back home, nobody at home, great. Things seems alright. But her neighbour, nosy Abdaal had seen her going out to the adjacent street, the street where kaffurs lived! He aptly told that to her father at 9PM, after dinner gossips. And the thunder that was about to her, would put anybody in terror.
t/8eSr
No.5549
Her father came back home, raging and fuming with anger, his face plumped red, his little fat body shivering, complete body sweating, he entered te living room, evrybody was watching TV, evrybody looked at him and were clear of his mental state and emotions at the instant, he gave shehnaaz a angry glance and told everybody else to get out of the room, evryone was visiably scared but they complied, shehnaz sat on the chair terrified, probably aware of the reason of her fathers actions and what was about to come. tears begain rolling down her tender cheeks, her soft pale body quivering, her voice muffling, she hastened to explain the reason of her voyage across the kaffur street. But his father was having none of it, he had already left his senses outside when he entered the house.
He lifted her heavy hands and struck it down on Shehnaz like a lightning flash, with the accompanied thunder. Shehnaz fell down the chair, she expereinced such inetense pain, a single slap was enough to stress her delicate body, lying on the ground, her hairs covered her face, the tears intensified, mumbing transformed to hysteric crying and her body became hot like a hearth, her body shaking intensively, even in this desperate state her beauty was a sight to behold, the absolute grandeur of her beautiful symmetric face was enough to stun the most stoic of men. Her beauty comparable to those of the godess of love and physical attraction in a number of cultures and atworks. Her green big eyes could soften the harshest of men, but not her demonic father, _father_ if that word still holds true for their relationship in light of what was about to befall.
The TV was switched off and the small bulb couldn't illuminate the shole room, the small living a room a place where a family shared a lot and lot of happy momories and bitter sweet wmotions, such a happy place now looked like staright out of a horror movie set, the darkness surrounded the room and the air felt like the deadliest of poison, it was like the jinn(satan) was in the room himself, he probably was.
Her father grabbing her silky long dark curls lifted her up, looking staright into her eyes, there was no light in his eyes at this moment, it further scared and she began to cry like a toddler faced with a serial killer,
"What were you doind at the house of kaffurs, alone" he cried.
With his other hand he grabbed the placket of shehnaz's kurti and with a swift heavy motion, tored her kurti from the middle, her kurti came undone and fall down on the floor like the final brick of a magnificient structure falling down on the ground, innocense, art, beauty demolished!
She couldnt understand what was happening her hysterical state added to the mental fog, he couldnt comprehend a single thing, her usual sharp mind stop working, not a single though, she stood there like a dumb animal. Her red bra became visible, stretched tight with emmene tension barely holding her rigid well rounded, perfectly circular breasts, she had to share her mothers bra and hence the misfit. Her body quivering and quivering without stopping for a second, the temprate now too high for a healthy human body, her whole body was red with heat, the air striking against her almost bare torso added to the effect, giving her excellent goosebumps, such strong emotions that she has never experienced even when she was beaten as a child by his father.
3F0Ub3
No.5550
>>5548(OP)
tldr :)
t/8eSr
No.5551
The heat, radiating heat. Her father spatted out:
"Where are the marks, you may lie but your body won't, what did you thought was the consquence of havng illegitimate relationship with kaffurs"?
Having declared that she was having relations with kaffur man he bagan shehnaz's full body search, he quickly untied her pajama strings and pulled it down, exposing her soft, sensitive and shining white legs, followed by tearing her panties down to 4 srtings, while struggling with and pulling down the panties he gave great pain to shehnaz with his other hand, which he inserted into her mouth to fidget with her tongue, she couldnt speak but evn if she could, it would render no resut, nobody would interrupt her father, shehnaz still crying felt more pain as the strings of her panties striked against her spongy soft pubic regions, and finally when panties came undone she felt three fingers penetrating her, utter shock and unimaginable horror took grip of her, she became even more clueless.
The fingers got deeper and deeper, her uterus contracting vigorously, getting even more tight as the fingers move in, each centimer of distance the fingers travel, the tension in the womb increased tenfolds, her soft internals sweating and stretching profusely, the inner tension and the heat inside her increasing and increasing, it felt like she her body could give up any moment, her internals blasting out. And finally the fingertip striked her hymen, she felt a tingle and her father probbed the hymen fot a bit and then pulled his fingers out, Shehnaz was completely devastated by now. Her face blank, absolutely blank. Almost as she passed out.
"Get, dress", he exclaimed and steamed out of the room.
Shehnaz quickly grabbed whatever remained of her clothes and fall down on the flloor, curling in a ball, sobbing and crying.
3F0Ub3
No.5552
copy paste karna band kar aur bata ki yeh kya hai
mai nhi padh raaha itna
t/8eSr
No.5553
>>5552
khud likha hai maine randi ke, erotica on muslimah, more parts are yet to come
3F0Ub3
No.5554
>>5553
ok
eUtiDe
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t/8eSr
No.5556
>>5555
It will take some work, this is first try first draft
v7ZHUW
No.5557
i live in faridabad, its such a dirty yet fun city because its not cramped and i can drive at 60-100 on nh44 and on sector roads.

Ai3rXe
No.5558
yaar shehnaz :(





















































