A JACKFRUIT IN HEAVEN

A jackfruit in heaven [1] The lustful priest

As the hot summer wind passed over the statue of Mahatma Gandhi, hundreds of hands gripped strongly the umbrellas to prevent losing them in strong winds. Sameera lifted her face and looked at the kite excitingly, that moving against the clock tower in the park. When she saw to change the kite to golden colour from the pale yellow, a smile has blossomed on her lips like a child who has curious eyes.

Harami! Yousuf moved towards her to beat with crazy excitement. She suddenly regained her conscious and put properly her burqa and just escaped from his punishment. Sameera felt uneasy when she remembered about Yousuf's self-cooked advises to control her more through the way of religion. She remembered with anxiety, he has never been such as this person in the first years of their marriage. He was so romantic in their naked nights and even the daytime.

Why once my husband was insisting Jameela's husband, Jameela to should wear purdah? Even now that is existing in her mind as a mystery. Once when Sameera visits Jameela, Jameela complained Sameera about Sameera's husband. Why your husband anxiously thinks about my dress code?

And then Jameela taken away Sameera to her bedroom, she undressed in front of Sameera. Some moments Sameera stood with looked astonishingly her breasts and pubic hair on her abdomen. Look at my breasts Sameera, this is actually for my husband. He sucks my nipples properly three days a week and licks, fucks my pussy as it is possible. That's enough for me. You should say to your husband, don't waste his time to howl like a wolf with a look at my breast.   

Since then she had decided, once I will ask him about this incident Why did you have become a peeping tom?

Oh! sorry, my friends, I forgot to introduce myself, I am Akram, I am the protagonist in this novel. Perhaps you can see in me your right thought, sometimes, if you have a lot of thoughts about sex, there has a possibility that my thoughts will be creeping over your night dreams and sometimes that will give you great pleasure.

Now, I am seeing Sameera after three years, now she recognized me so she bowed her head as if she couldn't face me.

I have seen her first at our Khan Mansion along with Kaiju's friends. Once, Kaiju had introduced me to her.

Sameera, this is Akram, my cousin.

Assalamu alaikum.

But I replied as 'Hai' instead of Va Alaikum Assalaam. That time she looked on my eyes curiously.

Don't worry, Sameera, he is an Atheist.

Now, here, she is sitting along with some girl students, housewives, middle-aged women who are wearing the purdah beneath the statue of Mahatma Gandhi. Now, our street looks like a desolate pathway to the cremation ground. When we are seeing them under the black umbrellas, it will seem like the group of black mushrooms that anyone plucked from the forest and planted in our street. They have been waiting for their vehicle to participating in the rally against a school that had prohibited niqab on their's students. When the tea maker gives the tea for them, occasionally they have been looking anxiously into the street. But, here this is the very funny matter, the victims, themselves are led to the hunter's den.

Sameera wiped the sweat on her face. In the hot before monsoon, she had been burning under the purdah. She moves and sat under Kusum's umbrella, then she lifted her purdah's hand sleeve and showed to her the lengthy wound over her left elbow. It's my fault, Kusum, Sameera said, but this pain is very excruciating. I would have asked him permission if I had known he will give these types of severe punishment to these minor mistakes. Do you know? I was just going with my friend Aysha to buy a gold bangle in the town. But I didn't know that my husband would have arrived earlier. But at the urging of some inner voice, I gave the house keys to the nearest neighbor, Nazia. Sometimes, what if he would come early?