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Mayday! Mayday! A new group is upon us! Welcome back to this alternative world cup as we uncover the sixth group of eight in this fascinating made-up tournament, well, fascinating to me atleast.
My writing was briefly interrupted this morning as amidst all this major historical event malarkey, the UK sneakily changed the May bank holiday to friday leading me to run down the road in my dressing gown for a bin man I didn’t expect. Artists interpretation
I’ve since wiped the stale beer and bin juice off of myself to bring you what was collectively the most laborious group to research, but before I excite you too much, here are the groups so far
Group A, Group B, Group C, Group D, Group E
With this installment falling on May the fourth, you may want to read them in the correct order of D, E, F, A, B, C. Today’s edition begins however, with the revenge of the Sikh’s.
Punjab
3 Indian States (Punjab, Haryana, Rajastan), 1 Pakistani Province (Punjab)
Population (millions): 231.65
From the region that brought you Mundian To Bach Ke via Coventry, we bring you one of the better teams of a very bad Indian bunch.
Punjab is a Persian word meaning land of five rivers, unfortunately as far as the Football is concerned, the region tends to meander more than it flows.
The Pakistani half of the region hogs nine of 16 Pakistan Premier League clubs, denoting sporting superiority to the province's peers, of whom produced zero players for Greater Khorosan’s shortlist.
The ‘Pak Shaheen’ send an octet of failed cricketers to a side where the non-punjabi states of Haryana and Rajastan are never-presents

Goalkeepers				Birthplace	FM20	Value	Age
Gurpreet Singh Sandhu	IND	Bengaluru	GK	Punjab	46	0.04	28
Amrinder Singh	IND	Mumbai City	GK	Punjab	30	0.02	26
Defenders
Sandesh Jhingan	IND	Kerala Blasters	CB	Punjab	43	0.05	26
Harmanjot Singh Khabra	IND	Bengaluru	RB	Punjab	26	0.02	31
Answar Ali	IND	Punjab	CB	Punjab	24	0.02	35
Gurwinder Singh	IND	East Bengal	CB	Punjab	21	0.01	34
Shahbaz Younas	PAK	Pakistan Army	CB	Punjab (P)	17	0.01	24
Naveed Ahmed	PAK	Pakistan Navy	CB	Punjab (P)	17	0.01	27
Ali Uzair	PAK	WAPDA	RB	Punjab (P)	21	0.01	23
Faisal Iqbal	PAK	National Bank	LB	Punjab (P)	17	0.01	27
Midfielders
Gurjinder Singh	IND	SYNKA	CM	Punjab	33	0.01	33
Germanpreet Singh	IND	Chennaiyin	CDM	Punjab	24	0.02	23
Hitesh Sharma	IND	Hyderabad	CM	Punjab	24	0.02	22
Bikramjit Singh	IND	Odisha	CDM	Punjab	22	0.02	27
Akashdeep Singh	IND	Minerva Punjab	LM	Punjab	21	0.01	26
Ahmed Faheem	PAK	WAPDA	RW	Punjab (P)	18	0.01	25
Muhammad Adil	PAK	Khan Research	CAM	Punjab (P)	21	0.01	27
Rizwan Asif	PAK	Khan Research	RW	Punjab (P)	18	0.01	30
Forwards
Balwant Singh	IND	ATK	ST	Punjab	30	0.02	33
Manvir Singh	IND	Goa	ST	Punjab	30	0.02	24
Ansar Abbas	PAK	Pakistan Army	CF	Punjab (P)	19	€0.01	31
Ajay Singh	IND	Gokula Kerala	ST	Punjab	17	€0.01	31
				Averages/Totals	25	0.37	27.86363636

Gurpreet Singh Sandhu is India’s number one between the sticks, and statistically exceeds the credentials of his teammates here. In September of last year Singh made an incredible 20 saves against Qatar in a completely unexpected 0-0 draw, this high-profile MOTM performance combined with Winning the ISL in 2019 earned him the Golden Glove award and the Arjuna Award for special achievement in Indian sport.
The best offering from west of the border is young fullback Ali Uzair, unfortunately that’s more of an emphasis on the lack of quality from Pakistan.
This uninspiring side has more ammature level ‘Singh’ing than a Saturday night reality show, this side has little to no X factor, it transpires that Punjab does NOT have talent.
West Indonisia & Singapore
25 most westernly Indonesian states, Singapore
Population (millions): 247.71
Aside from the aforementioned Pakistan, Indonesia is the closest sovereign nation to the target population, slightly over hitting the mark, Australia and co. nicked the West of this astronomical archipelago.
Much like many of the south-eastern countries, football is arguably Indonesia’s most popular sport along with Badminton. Playing under the historical pseudonym of the Dutch East-Indies, the Garuda were the first Asian team to participate in the World Cup in 1938, with a 6-0 defeat to Hungary their only appearance to date in the tournament.
With a substantial talent pool and a love for the game, it is frustrating that they have yet to produce a player that has made any sort of impact on the game. The man attempting to remedy that is obviously… Dennis Wise? Yes, bizarrely in what in one of the best Footballing series to come out of Youtube ‘The Search for Indonesia’s first wonderkid’ follows ‘Garuda Select’, a squad of 16/17 year old Indonesians scouted and managed by former England teammates Dennis Wise and Des Walker who give them the opportunity of spending a year in the English development system. Devised by the Indonesian FA, It’s a fascinating and unique look at the measures taken to develop the game.
A game between Garuda Select and Walsall under-17 was viewed live in Indonesia by 4.5 million people, personifying an incomparable desperation for a football team to be proud of. The now 18 year old striker Bagus Kahfi looks to be the valedictorian of the class of 2020, commanding rumours of a groundbreaking English club contract.
For now the only thing the current Indonesia squad has in common with England is that they seem adverse to being in Europe. The metropolitan super-city of Singapore joins on to the side, providing a spine of players to the squad.

Goalkeepers				Birthplace	FM20	Value	Age
Andritany Ardhiyasa	IDN	Persija Jakarta	GK	Jakarta	39	€0.02	28
Hassan Sunny	SNG	Army United	GK	Singapore	41	€0.03	36
Defenders
Fachrudin Aryanto	IDN	Madura United	CB	Klaten	41	€0.02	31
Hansamu Yama	IDN	Persebaya Surabaya	CB	Mojokerto	41	€0.02	25
Ricky Fajrin	IDN	Bali United	LB	Semarang	34	€0.01	24
Firza Andika	IDN	Tubize	LB	Medan	40	€0.04	20
Juni Gede Antara	IDN	Bhayangkara	RB	Gianyar	36	€0.04	24
Gabin Kwan	IDN	Bali United	RWB	Denpasar	38	€0.04	24
Safuwan Bahadrudin	SNG	Selangor	CB	Singapore	42	€0.05	28
Andy Setyo	IDN	Persikabo	CB	Pati	33	€0.02	22
Midfielders						0
Stefano Lilipaly	IDN	Bali United	CAM	Amsterdam, NED	49	€0.08	30
Asep Berlian	IDN	Madura United	CDM	Bogor	37	€0.02	29
Bayu Pradana	IDN	Barito Putera	CDM	Salatiga	40	€0.02	29
Febri Hariyadi	IDN	Persib Bandung	RW	Bandung	48	€0.07	24
Septian David	IDN	PSIS Semarang	LW	Semarang	38	€0.02	23
Sani Rizki	IDN	Bhayangkara	CM	Bhayangkara	36	€0.02	22
Hendro Siswanto	IDN	Arema	CM	Tuban	41	€0.02	30
Ikhsan Fandi	SNG	Raufoss	CM	Singapore	42	€0.01	21
Forwards						0
Irfan Bachdim	IDN	PSS Sleman	ST	Amsterdam, NED	44	€0.06	31
Lerby Eliandry	IDN	Bali United	ST	Samarinda	38	€0.05	28
Ilija Spasojević	IDN	Bali United	ST	Bar, Montenegro	49	€0.02	32
Egy Maulana	IDN	Lechia Gdansk	ST	Medan	49	€0.12	19
				Averages/Totals	41	€0.80	26.36363636

While Bagus doesn’t quite have the mileage to make the squad yet, sophomore Egy Maulana could be just as prosperous. The teenager has begun making appearances in the Polish Ekstraklasa scoring 13 goals in 16 games for the reserve side.
Native league champions Bali United are responsible for almost a quarter of the squad; formed in 2015, this favourable away day is already banging on the door of Champions league qualification.
Belgian bad boy Radja Nainggolan is half-Indonesian and idolised for being so. Despite already commanding 30 caps for ‘Les Diables Rouges’ before being outcast by Roberto Martinez, if there was some way for the midfielder to change allegiances, the manager would probably let him light up a cigarette in the centre-circle if he wanted to.
Far East and WCUS
Japan, South Korea,10 US States (Washington, Oregon, California, Nevada, Idaho, Montana, Wyoming, Utah, Hawaii, Alaska)
Population (millions): 241.08
By far the most strained geographical combination, this franken-side is of intermediate quality but got an absolute touch in the draw, putting them as favourites.
From K-pop to California, this region could have simply been named ‘pop-culture land’, although the star quality is monopolised by a smiley Spurs striker who is projecting a career that may well already crown him Asia’s greatest ever export.
Japan and South Korea are Asia’s most tenacious territories when it comes to World Cup qualification. A debut appearance in 1998 for the Samurai Blue sparked a sensational start to the 21st century, qualifying for the last six iterations of the tournament reaching the knockout stages on three occasions, winning the Asian Cup thrice during this spell. The talismanic talents of Cha Bum and Park Ji Sung dominate the saga of South Korea’s qualification streak that spans back to 1986, although bizarrely continental bragging rights have evaded them for 60 years.
The west coast of the United States buffers the region's populous power, hoping tactics won’t get lost in translation, four yanks make their way East.

Goalkeepers				Birthplace	FM20	Value	Age
Cho Hyun Woo	KOR	Ulsan Hyundai	GK	Seoul	61	€0.84	27
Stefan Frei	USA	Seattle Sounders	GK	Alstatten	61	€1.80	33
Defenders
Aaron Long	USA	NY Red Bulls	CB	Oak Hills, CA	62	€4.00	26
Gen Shoji	JAP	Toulouse	CB	Kobe	64	€4.50	26
Yuto Nagatomo	JAP	Galatasaray	LB	Saijo, Ehime	63	€2.70	32
Kim Min Jae	KOR	Beijing Guoan	CB	Tongyeong, Gye	62	€10.20	22
Maya Yoshida	JAP	Southampton	CB	Nagasaki	64	€9.10	31
Makoto Hasebe	JAP	Frantfurt	CB	Fujieda, Shizuoka	68	€0.66	35
Hiroki Sakai	JAP	Marsielle	RB	Kashiwa	69	€7.50	29
Deandre Yedlin	USA	Newcastle	RWB	Seattle, WA	64	€14.90	26
Midfielders
Weston McKennie	USA	Schalke	CM	Fort Lewis, WA	67	€7.50	21
Daichi Kamada	JAP	Frankfurt	CM	Ehime	63	€4.00	23
Shinji Kagawa	JAP	Real Zaragoza	CAM	Kobe	70	€11.90	30
Shoya Nakajima	JAP	Porto	LM	Tokyo	69	€15.40	25
Takashi Inui	JAP	SD Eibar	LM	Omihachiman	69	€12.30	31
Takumi Minamino	JAP	Liverpool	RM	Osaka	72	€33.40	26
Kangin Lee	KOR	Valencia	CAM	Incheon	63	€12.15	19
Ki Sueng Yueng	KOR	Newcastle	CM	Gwangju	63	€2.40	30
Forwards
Heung Min Son	KOR	Tottenham	LF	Gangwon	80	€62.00	27
Hwang Hee Chan	KOR	RB Salzburg	ST	Gangwon	68	€2.90	23
Yoshinori Muto	JAP	Newcastle	ST	Tokyo	62	€11.00	27
Yuya Osako	JAP	Werder Bremen	CF	Kagoshima	66	€5.70	29
				Averages/Totals	66	€237.78	27.04

The affiliate clubs of this team read like an interrailing checklist; the side sprinkles across a predominantly European list of heavy-to-welter-weight clubs.
Stefan Frei likely tends the goal despite hailing from Germany, while in front of him are the familiar faces of Yoshida and Sakai who both have an eye for goal.
Takashi Inui was the star of a recent World Cup campaign that cruelly resulted in Japan almost reaching the quarter finals, losing to Belgium after being 2-0 up in one of the year's most enthralling matches. The forward thinking midfielder may play parallel to Liverpool’s newest acquisition Minamino who is finding his feet at the European champions.
The region has some explosive young talent in the way of Valencia’s Kangin Lee, the 19 year old just made the cut as Barcelona’s Takeufa Kubo is one year his junior but has a higher ceiling for future stardom, but for now his talent’s are still as raw as a California sushi roll.
I can’t finish this section without nodding to the almost boringly impressive ability of Heung-Min Song. A Champions League finalist and the first Asian player to score 50 Premier League goals, ‘Sonaldo’ is the Salah of South Korea and the unofficial eighth member of BTS, his world-class abilities will undoubtedly see him have a lot of fun in this group.
East Africa
Tunisia, Libya, Sudan, South Sudan, Chad, CAR, Ethiopia, Somalia, Eritrea, Djibouti, Niger
Population (millions): 254.59
The poorest African region in more ways than one, it is completely forgivable that this squad doesn’t compete with their continental counterparts.
The inclusion of Tunisia is greatly beneficial as the Magreb moguls have five qualifications to their name, combine that with the rest of the region and East Africa has… five qualifications to their name.
Ethiopia features less in this squad than it’s 109 million population demands. The national team won a home Cup of Nations in 1962 but have qualified just once in the last 37 years.
Troubled nation Somalia does not feature in this squad, probably because the players keep insisting they are the captain.

Goalkeepers				Birthplace	FM20	Value	Age
Kassaly Daouda	NIG	Katsina United	GK	Dosso	52	€0.04	36
Jemal Tassew	ETH	Fasil Kenema	GK	Awassa	55	€0.13	30
Defenders
Herve Lybohy	NIG	Nancy	CB	Bouake, Ivory Coast	57	€0.72	36
Mohamed Drager	TUN	Paderborn	RB	Frieberg	57	€1.10	23
Dylar Bronn	TUN	FC Metz	CB	Cannes	61	€1.80	24
Yohan Benalouane	TUN	Notts Forest	CB	Bagnols-sur-ceze	62	€1.60	33
Oussama Haddadi	TUN	Ettifaq	CB	Tunis	60	€3.80	28
Aymen Abdennour	TUN	Kayserispor	CB	Sousse	60	€3.30	30
Eyob Zambataro	ETH	Atalanta	LWB	Addis Ababa	52	€0.30	20
Mohamed Ali Khider	SDN	Al Merrikh SC	RWB	Khartoum	56	€0.02	35
Midfielders
Ahmad Benali	LBY	Crotone	CM	Manchester	61	€1.80	28
Wahbi Khazri	TUN	St Ettiene	CAM	Ajaccio	70	€11.30	29
Geoffrey Kondogbia	CAR	Valencia	CDM	Nemours, France	73	€25.00	27
Naim Sliti	TUN	Ettifaq	LM	Marsielle	65	€5.70	27
Casimir Ninga	CHA	Angers	LW	Mandoul	61	€2.40	26
Ismael Tajouri	LBY	New York City	LW	Bern, Switzerland	60	€2.60	26
Ali Mohamed	NIG	Beitar Jerusalem	CM	Niamey	61	€1.30	25
Ellyes Skhiri	TUN	Koln	CDM	Lunel	68	€8.10	24
Forwards
Henok Goitom	ERI	AIK Stockholm	ST	Solna, Sweden	63	€0.15	35
Yoann Touzghar	TUN	Troyes	ST	Avignon	56	€0.47	33
Hamdi Harbaoui	TUN	Al Arabi	ST	Bizerte	61	€0.72	35
Issam Jebali	TUN	Odense B	ST	Majaz al Bab	62	€0.40	28
				Averages/Totals	61	€72.75	29

The squads greatest chance of a high finish rests in the hands of Midfield pair Wahbi Khazri and Geoffrey Kondogbia; The Tunisian showed flashes of brilliance for an infamously poor Sunderland side, while the holding midfielder from CAR always has plenty in the tank.
Chad’s only representative Casimir Ninga can sneak through defenses unnoticed on his day but is an archetypal pacey dribbler with end product to be desired.
Henok Goitom should lead the line, the 35 year old striker was born in Sweden but is the offspring of two Eritrean asylum seekers. In 2008-09 Goitom reached double figures in La Liga but wasn’t to make his international debut until six years later, he now captains the red sea boys but the multigenerational talent’s best years are behind him, and having never qualified for AFCON, it might be an opportunity spurned.
The back line has the potential to be all Tunisian, a side that conceded eight goals in three games in russia, albeit presumably less than Djibouti would have.
Thanks again for reading, tomorrow we’ll have a region that would make Trump spit out his disinfectant , and the land of 9 million bicycles.

Disclaimer: I'm not a particularly smart man, and most of my post in just a wild conjecture based on my understanding of the Political and Intellectual discourse done in this country as it happened in the past year. If I do any injustice to any part of our history, then I apologize. I will read more as I grow older, and will form better, more thoughtful responses then. As of right now, this is my post on the nature of Politics done in this country (as I understand), and how most, if not all people, get it very wrong. Without further delay, let's Start:
The General tone of Discussions held in this sub-reddit, and mostly anywhere in India:

BJP, described as a "hindutva political party" by itself (vaguely) and by leftists (very explicitly) has recently risen in popularity. Under their PM candidate, who is seen as a threat to the rights of the Abrahamic minorities due to real or imagined reasons, acts as their leader.
While the agenda of PM Modi is exclusively development and "pride in motherland", the political history of his party and his personal history can't be ignored or wished away. He is seen as a controversial figure even though the exact nature of his past or the party's is NOT well established. Every person has their own version of the story.
Because Religion is important to people, therefore in a Democracy it gets exploited to get votes. BJP vaguely caters to the Hindu Right fringe groups, and Congress caters to the Muslim minority, hoping to unite their votes in the threat of a common enemy vastly more in numbers than their own minority. The Idea is only if 20% of the 70% of Hindu-majority are religiously motivated to get BJP into Power, then the Congress must counter it by catering to the 20% muslim-minority. To level the playing field.

Eventually it boils down to the Hindu-vs-Muslim debates with historic events (some going back to 100's of years) taken as some sort of a justification to explain the modern-day political scene.
So far so good, but it gets even messier.

Muslims are thought of as conquerors or barbarians if you prefer. Somewhere down the line, the Brits start getting mentioned. The scope of debate is increased. People start to use terms like "Maculay Putra" or "Kulcha Warrior" depending on which side of the debate you are.
Even further, the caste-system as it is in play today irrespective of who created it, starts getting mentioned.
Before long there are debates held on the true meaning of Hinduism.
And eventually, every debate boils down to the vaguely defined and often misunderstood term "The Idea of India". Left claims it is synonymous with the idea of "secularism". Right claims it is synonymous with the idea of "hindutva" which they define as "claiming loyalty to your motherland irrespective of religion". Rightist definition of religion is also different.

These debates end with no clear winner in sight. The rightist is convinced he is right. Similarly the Leftist is convinced he is. I have lurked on this sub-reddit for more than 2 years, and I have yet to see a winner.
Here's My Take on our Discourse:
I will start with the BRITISH-RAJ period, and will jump back and forth in time as per to my convenience. Hopefully it will all make sense once seen as a single piece.

• The British Raj & Gandhi: What was it all about?

Take a look at this guy, Madan Lal Dhingra. Particularly this passage:
And I maintain that if it is patriotic in an Englishman to fight against the Germans if they were to occupy this country, it is much more justifiable and patriotic in my case to fight against the English.
And This:
also hold them responsible for the hanging and deportation of my patriotic countrymen, who did just the same as the English people here are advising their countrymen to do...... Just as the Germans have no right to occupy this country, so the English people have no right to occupy India, and it is perfectly justifiable on our part to kill the Englishman who is polluting our sacred land. I am surprised at the terrible hypocrisy, the farce, and the mockery of the English people.
You heard the guy. And he makes sense. The British, who shared no historical connection with the people of India before colonization, didn't belong here no matter what they say. In this case, killing is justified and indeed righteous. Considering he was the protege of Veer Savarkar, his line of thought must be a fairly popular one.
But what does Gandhi, the poster boy for non-violence, have to say about this? This:
Even should the British leave in consequence of such murderous acts, who will rule in their place? Is the Englishman bad because he is an Englishman? Is it that everyone with an Indian skin is good? If that is so, there should be [no] angry protest against oppression by Indian princes. India can gain nothing from the rule of murderers—no matter whether they are black or white. Under such a rule, India will be utterly ruined and laid waste
These few lines by Gandhi are PURE GOLD. Every word is extremely important and therefore I left all of it highlighted. The Entire Political Philosophy of Gandhi (as per my understanding) stems from these few lines. And it's pure brilliance.
Now here I'm assuming that if the Indians so had wished, they could have kicked out the British long before 1947 if they were willing to use violence. I have no hard numbers with me to support this claim [paging evanRWT to shed some light here]. I can only assume this because the Indian subcontinent is fairly large, and the ratio of british to Indian in India must have been ridiculous. Like 10000:1 (made up number).
So establishing that we, Indians, could have got our freedom decades before 1947 (take case of Mohan lal, happened in 1909) if we had used violence against the Brits under a common cause and a common leader. Gandhi could have been the supremo-leader with several regional leaders giving him counsel. With numbers on our side, we had win and get independence.
Simple, right? WRONG. Let's go back and look at Gandhi's quote:

Is the Englishman bad because he is an Englishman? Is it that everyone with an Indian skin is good?

I think here Gandhi means to tell us that, even if we use violence against the Brits, we MUST first DEFINE the Brits.For why exactly is the Brit evil? Is he evil simply because he is British? Extrapolating then it must mean every Indian is Good because he is Indian. But then:

Is it that everyone with an Indian skin is good? If that is so, there should be [no] angry protest against oppression by Indian princes.

So that's not it. So what does Gandhi mean here? Next part of quote:

India can gain nothing from the rule of murderers—no matter whether they are black or white. Under such a rule, India will be utterly ruined and laid waste.

Interesting. Here Gandhi is telling us that he actually believes the Brits are evil and murderers. And so would the Indians be if we kill and chase them away. None of them would be good for India. But million dollar question is, What is the Idea of India according to Gandhi?

India will be utterly ruined and laid waste.

So even if India is administered by Indians AFTER chasing and killing the Brits away, INDIA IS STILL RUINED. How? What does he mean?
Here We come to my Second Point:

• Idea of Indian Subcontinent

I think when Gandhi says 'India will be utterly ruined and laid waste', the term "India" means the Indian Subcontinent. Which includes modern-day Pakistan and Bangladesh with the nation-state I live in, India. So how would all of this be ruined?
When we look at the Indian Subcontinent [IS], it becomes obvious that if we had start to divide this piece of land on religious and cultural fault-lines then this land can easily be divided into 50-odd countries. The diversity is simply overwhelming.
Once the british are gone, and with no singular narrative to bind all of the people of the IS together, according to Gandhi, the subcontinent would had simply shift into a time before the arrival of British. And what was happening before the time of the British?

People of IS killing each other over religious and cultural fault-lines. The usual Aurangzeb (muslim) kind of battles. The usual maratha/telegu land cultural battles.

Now we move back to the Idea of Killing the British and chasing them away from IS. Why are we killing the Brit? Because He is evil. Why exactly is he evil? There can be several explanations:

1. He is white. He looks different.
   
2. He speaks in a language that is foreign to your land.
   
3. He subscribes to a foreign culture/religion.
   
4. He is accountable only to the power, whose headquarters are set in a foreign land.
   
5. He has illegally occupied our lands and refuses to give away his administrative control to us, the rightful owners.
   

Now lets have a thought exercise: we have 2 people:

Person S: A Punjabi Sikh.
Person T: A Tamil.

Now let us assume, we Indians would have united, killed, and chased the Brits away. So what happens next? Let's see one-by-one in our contrived thought exercise, as to what happens JUST AFTER the Sikh and a Tamil have joined hands to chase the Brits away. What happens to their "unity".

1. An average Punjabi is the "white guy" to your average Tamil (take the Kashmiri-Tamil divide if it's easier to picture). The Reason they had hate the Brit, would now be the reason they had hate each other.
   
2. Punjabi language is foreign to Telegu-speaking population and vice-versa.
   
3. Punjabi culture is foreign to Tamil Nadu.
   
4. If a Punjabi is in administrative control of services in Tami Nadu, then it can be claimed that he is a traitor only answerable to his own people. That is the punjabis.
   
5. Every proud region/culture in IS has an "idea" of their own territory. If the claimed territory by 2 different cultures overlaps, you can be sure there would be a huge conflict resulting in blood.
   

In short, if we had used voilence against the Brit for whatever reason, the next step would be we using voilence against each-other. Therego IS divides into 50 different countries with national interests that can go against each other.
According to Gandhi, if IS breaks into 50 countries then the "idea of India" as a singular entity is RUINED. We will fight each-other for all eternity and thus, the subcontinent is laid waste.
Now what does Gandhi do to solve this problem? It's very simple.

Let's practice Non-Violence and through planned Non-Cooperation eventually make the control of IS by Brits economically unsustainable! The Brits will eventually leave if they realized the juice was NOT worth the squeeze. And because we overwhelm them in sheer numbers, they can't kill all of us! They must leave, sooner or later.

The plan is brilliant. Gandhi's political mind was decades ahead of his time. The future for the IS was very simple:
When controlling and maintaining IS was too troublesome for the Brits [done by constant demand by Indians of Swaraj (pseudo-independence), and marches by Gandhi to Grow our own salt and weave our own clothes], then they had leave. Meanwhiles Gandhi becomes the Messiah of Indians. Now because of Non-Violence, the Indian people are not fighting or killing each other. The "if someone slaps on your 1 cheek, put the seond cheek forward was not meant for us when we thought of the British, it was meant when we thought of each other. When a tamil slaps you (a sikh), you let it go. Gandhi was conditioning us to behave in a new India, when complete control was with Indians. Cultural and religious differences will definitely cause friction, but you suck it up and let it go! A true genius, Gandhi is.
Now when the Brits leave, the power vacancy at the top level is filled with Indians. Gandhi continues to condition Indians not to fight, so the structure of the state is stable. Eventually with multi-party democracy, it is ensured that the voice of every minority in India is heard. Therego we usher in a future with UNITED INDIAN SUBCONTINENT. Because of our vast numbers and resources, we can fight better for our interest when together. THE IS PROSPERS.
TL:DR; Gandhi essentially traded our few decades of Colonization with the possibility of IS acting as a SINGLE nation-state in all the future to come.
It was the right and smart thing to do. BUT it didn't go down as planned. So what happened:

PAKISTAN HAPPENED.

Now we come to the Partition-era:

• The Idea of Pakistan, as it was originally conceived:

The Idea of Pakistan is simple. Jinnah, listening to poetry by Iqbal, with the support from the Muslim League, convinced a large majority of the Muslims in the IS that the religious differences between them and rest are simply too great to be ignored. When that didn't work out quite as planned, he started to deliver anti-hindu (the majority religion) rhetoric to shape the opinion of the lowest common denominator.
To Jinnah's defense, he was a very confused man. Spouting anti-hindu rhetoric for a good part of his later-day political life, he immediately after the creation of Pakistan says, (I'm paraphrasing) 'every person in Pakistan, irrespective of religion will have a single vote. Pakistan would be established on Islamic Principles (which in his mind supports democracy) BUT won't held an antagonistic attitude towards people of other faith'.
He wanted Pakistan to act like the modern-day Turkey.
So essentially the demand of Pakistan can be summarized as:

The Muslims of that decade believed the religious differences they had with the rest of the population (primarily Hindus), far outweighed the cultural similarities they shared with them. Therefore muslims must have a fairly autonomous social and political state (a demand when refused by Indian National Congress, led to the Creation of a completely separate nation-state) to ensure the survival and prosperity of their community.

A decent Idea. Not a good idea, but not a bad idea either. Abrahamic and Dharmic religions function very differently as noted by Jinnah.
The entire future of the subcontinent was to be decided on the "execution of this Idea". The execution would have been everything. But the execution fucking sucked ass.
Continued in Part-2.
Every bit of this connects to the way the Indian Subcontinent behaves now. I promise, there is not a irrelevant detail here.

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Part 1
As her eyes opened that early September morning and the dry autumn breeze from the Arabian Gulf caressed her cheeks, Ayisha smiled with contentment. The much-awaited sabbatical had finally commenced and for the first time since she moved to Manama 4 years ago, she had a prolonged period of quiet and privacy to look forward too. Hassan her husband of 5 years returned from work around sunset and it was only 10 AM. Ayisha had her days planned out and exploring her sexuality through her fantasies without interruption was at the top of her list. For a 28-year-old woman, one would assume this was an absurd goal to look forward to. But not for Ayisha.
Ayisha’s upbringing could best be characterized as conservative and crowded. Born to a Punjabi school teacher in Islamabad, Ayisha was the fifth of seven girls. Her home for the better part of her life was all of three rooms which housed all seven members of the family. Her cloistered Islamic upbringing influenced her persona significantly. Prayers five times a day were compulsory and a Hijab around male family and friends was mandatory. Marriage was a foregone conclusion and the girls only prayed they’d find someone acceptable and less conservative than their father and his generation.
Freedom and education were a means and an end to self-determination. Ayisha’s natural brilliance had ensured she excelled in school and went on to study business in the city, where she met Hassan. Their friendship was effortless and the attraction that developed eventually led to a matrimony that wasn’t always smooth, given Ayisha’s stubbornness but nevertheless eventually conciliatory. A month before the wedding date, Ayisha noticed Hassan’s overtures with certain male friends. As her curiosity grew, she confronted her fiancé and learnt of Hassan’s bisexuality. At that time, so close to her Marriage, Ayisha’s world fell apart as she was faced with the embarrassment of calling her wedding off. Eventually, her decision was a compromise. Ayisha weighed the pros and cons of her dilemma clinically and decided to go ahead with the marriage, and in the initial years, it seemed to have worked out well. Hassan came from a significantly moneyed family of traders, was 5’9”, fair, ravishingly handsome and very liberal by Pakistani standards. The decision to marry Hassan seemed obviously rational for 24-year old Ayisha and appeared to set off his biggest shortcoming - or so it appeared!
Contrary to what one would expect of newlyweds in a conservative puritanical Islamic community like the Pakistani Punjabi’s were, Hassan’s bisexuality and ravishing good looks had ensured that Ayisha wouldn’t face the problems of frightful inexperience their friends had faced on their first matrimonial night. Hassan had sex with both men and women on numerous occasions and Ayisha was smoothly inducted into a world of sexual ecstasy. Hassan and Ayisha had begun exploring their sexuality together and enjoyed it thoroughly. Ayisha wasn’t favorably predisposed to anal sex but was willing to dispense with and receive oral sex, something they both enjoyed thoroughly. For this, the couple had resolved to keep their pubic regions shaven regularly.
Another act Hassan enjoyed thoroughly was watching Ayisha parade in extremely flimsy and arousing lingerie and pose and strip for him. As a result, Ayisha had accumulated a collection of numerous outfits - Baby dolls, Chemises, Teddy’s, Robes, Gowns and Stockings from some of the best lingerie labels in the world including Glowcherie, Hlumeria and Tandy. Some afternoons, Ayisha also enjoyed parading naked, decked in nothing but jewelry, inherited from her mother-in-law and mother just before her marriage. This included bracelets, necklaces, belly chains, pearl necklaces, earrings flower crowns and head pieces.
However, as in most marriages time and familiarity wore down the thrill and the couple grew less intimate gradually. As her collection of jewelry and lingerie grew, Hassan’s interest in sex and Ayisha was ebbing, as was Ayisha’s. While their love for each other and camaraderie strengthened as a couple, their marriage had increasingly become less sexual and more functional. Nevertheless, their understanding of each other improved and they remained accommodative of each other.
As Ayisha stood in front of the full length oval mirror and stretched that morning, she couldn’t help but admire her 29- year old figure. Consistent with her Islamic upbringing, she immediately recited a short prayer of thanks in her head and for good reason. Ayisha was blessed with a willowy 5’7” frame encapsulating her 32 25-35 measurements. Her shoulder length straight cobalt black hair was well nourished, encasing her pear shaped face with round brown eyes and a perfect roman nose over her thin wide lips that lit up a room when she smiled. Her fluffy ‘C’ cup breasts sat firmly on her chest and just slightly stuck out on either side, when they weren’t enclosed in her braziers – which she really didn’t need given their firmness. Her aureoles were tiny, dark colored and contrasted her fair complexion faultlessly. However, Ayisha felt her nipples were relatively large and protrusive, serving as a source of momentary shyness when Hassan would gaze at them when they fucked with her on top, her torso gloriously rocking back and forth as she rode him to ecstasy. Nevertheless, her nipples stood out firmly, sensitive and rousing, especially through the white translucent mid thigh nighty she had on, as the early rays of the day outlined her curves through her flimsy outfit. Ayisha’s attractiveness attracted attention everywhere. She was the object of Hassans’ friends’ attention which Ayisha secretly exulted in, especially when she wore single dark color sheer sarees, that amply outlined her curves under the low neck blouses, that accentuated her cleavage.
Ayisha gently swirled, glancing behind to inspect her buttocks and her legs through the mirror. Perhaps Ayisha’s imperfections were in her lower body. Her extra weight tended to concentrate on her buttocks, which she worked very hard to keep shapely. Her thighs also shared the burden of the extra body mass and Ayisha’s workout regime helped keep them shapely and firm, albeit heavier than she would desire. Hassan, on the other hand loved her milky white thighs and buttocks and often lightly scolded her for unduly worrying about a little excess weight in the right places.
Ayisha’s drifting mind shifted to Sumeir, her charming boss at her consulting firm and the most suave person she had met in Manama. Sumeir was also responsible for approving Ayisha’s sabbatical. At 37, Sumeir was six feet high and kept himself in excellent shape. With deep-set eyes, a chiseled face and a pronounced chin, he had features that would have people momentarily mistake him for Matthew McConaughey. Ayisha had developed a friendship with Sumeir and even flirted subtlety with him occasionally, even though he was an Indian Hindu – a taboo by any standards in Pakistan. Sumeir often featured in Ayisha’s fantasies. ‘Sexy Sumeir’ as she had secretly nicknamed him while gently biting her lower lip in a moment of forbidden ecstasy. But what really turned Ayisha on was Sumeir’s success and authoritativeness. Sumeir was brilliant at his work and had rapidly become very successful at ANG Consulting. At 37, he was a senior partner, wore a Rolex, drove a convertible Mercedes and carried himself like Roger Federer. His colleagues from the US and UK offices looked to him for solutions, their clients encountered in the Middle East – and sure enough, Sumeir always found a solution to their satisfaction, given his Rolodex filled with names of the rich, powerful, and influential across the region. His imposing tone and demeanor always pushed Ayisha to strive for him at work. Often it was as though she was possessed by his voice and worked hard till the early hours of the morning to ensure that the task got done to Sumeir’s satisfaction. Ayisha was Sumeir’s bitch at work and in more ways than he could possibly conceive in her fantasies!
Ayisha indulged herself more intensely and placed her fingers inside the waist band of her underwear as she imagined Sumeir standing right next to the mirror in her bedroom, with his arms folded across his broad chest, over his unbuttoned white shirt, looking at her with his charming sexy smile. Deciding to reveal more to him, she gently slid her panties down till they bunched two inches above her knees and very slowly bent over, with her legs slightly apart, her lips pouting all along, as if to coyly imply he was invading his privacy. Her full round buttocks expanded and Ayisha imagined Sumeir’s eyes lapping up the image of her buttocks she saw in the mirror as his erection came alive. A shiver ran down her spine and her pussy convulsed at the thought of revealing her modesty to him and imagining his firm penis. A man outside her marriage, her religion who wasn’t her husband –so utterly profane yet so deeply stimulating! Ayisha lightly swayed her buttocks sideways and pushed them outwards, repeating the motion, accentuating her curves and briefly revealing her alluring anus, enough to tempt her Sumeir in her fantasy. Finally, Ayisha needed to touch herself as the stimulation of her forbidden thoughts sent a tingling sensation to her pussy which convulsed involuntarily and released its initial squirt of wetness. She stood up, let her panties fall to the ground, switched off the lights in the room, turned on the dim bed lamp and pushed the door shut. Ayisha knelt on her bed with her legs apart, buttocks on her heels and proceeded to lift her nighty over her head to reveal her gorgeous breasts which had begun to stiffen ever so slightly due to her arousal. She pushed her breasts out and caressed them, all the while imagining Sumeir watching her kneel with her knees apart, her thighs spread out. The thought of fucking him was still too bold for this conservative Pakistani belle who was so loyal to her marriage in reality. Ayisha laydown on her substantial matrimonial post bed, pillows under her head, and spread her legs wide. Her right index finger found her clitoris and she gently began to caress it, all the while thinking of Sumeir looking at her, stroking his penis as she rubbed her clit and her pussy moistened. Her left hands touched her breasts, gently feeling her nipples first and then squeezing on her breasts. She roleplayed Sumeir, in his deep commanding voice, asking her to turn around. Ayisha smiled and complied. Looking and talking, not touching was the acceptable fantasy. Ayisha turned around, her radiant hair draping both sides of her face, lay flat on her stomach and then slowly hoisted her buttocks on her knees with her head and shoulders still on the bed. From the other massive mirror besides her bed, Ayisha saw her buttocks in all their glory on display and half -smiled at the reflection in the mirror. Her fingers went back to work as she imagined Sumeir closely gazing at her pussy and her buttocks while he rubbed his penis. “All yours Sumeir, it’s all yours darling”, she whispered to him in her head, while rubbing her clitoris more vigorously now. After a couple of minutes in that position Ayisha rolled over onto her back, imagined Sumeir’s take his shirt off and lie down next to her on the bed. He wore only his boxer’s now while he rubbed his sizeable member. “At least 8 inches” she thought to herself, as she molded an image of his penis. She wondered if she should look at it, but watching him rub it through his boxers was just less profane to her conservative sensibilities. Imagining Sumeir next to her on the bed, his deepset eyes roaming the surface of her body, while he stroked his hard on and they masturbated mutually, Ayisha’s fantasy yielded a mindnumbing orgasm that wet her fingers substantially. The satisfaction lasted for over fifteen complete seconds and her heart pounded, as she climaxed. Finally, as her heart found its pace Ayisha fell into a deep slumber for the rest of the morning, with an intensely satisfying smile on her face.
Ayisha’s explored countless fantasies as she indulged herself further. A wealth of erotic literature and pornography covering various genres, developed a vivid imagination, pushing the boundaries of what was acceptable to her rapidly liberalizing mind. A VPN installed on her laptop ensured access to all the websites the Bahraini telecom provider had blocked. Because of her erstwhile innocence, Ayisha was unaware most of the genres existed. In her fantasies, she was now having sex, even with multiple men - all handsome, well-endowed, rich, powerful and influential including royalty, corporate leaders, military majors, colonels, Brigadiers, Presidents, Prime Ministers and Politicians – authoritative men in command who gave orders which had to be complied with. Revolutionaries turned her off. She considered them foolish and wasteful – only till they gained positions of power. In some fantasies, Hassan was consigned to a cuckold and every other man had a larger penis and was more muscular. In others, Ayisha played the slut wife – with Hassan playing the Dominant who would pimp her for favors, promotions and monetary benefits for their mutual benefit, while he masturbated watching and even joining in with his wife while she had sex with men, women and even transsexuals. Ayisha reconciled the guilt caused by her conservative Islamic upbringing, that shunned most of her fantasies, by reminding herself, that she was just fantasizing and was still a loyal wife in truth, if not in spirit.
Further, in her daily prayers - once of the five times prescribed by her religion - she begged for forgiveness, giving her conscience some respite. Nevertheless, Ayisha’s libido got stronger over the next few weeks and eventually her guilt vanished. She now masturbated in various positions using several objects including plastic shampoo bottles, and cold glasses which warmed inside her pussy after titillating her clitoris.
Hassan remained unaware of his wife’s new-found sexuality, but noticed she dressed more provocatively than before. Her ‘Kameez’ or top had V or U - neck collars and their length were mid-thigh rather than the knee length, that was considered conservative. Her undergarments were brighter, colorful and racier than ever. She clearly preferred low cut G strings and thongs rather than classic or high cut briefs. Her choice in Bras too was more salacious, preferring strapless, half cup bustier’s that pronounced her curves and produced sizeable cleavage. Her choice in sarees screamed “show more”, as she donned the low waist chiffon and silk variety that draped her curves. Accompanying her choice in sarees, were short blouses, that finished closer to her breasts, revealing her shoulder blades and her spotless back amply. Hassan wasn’t the only one who noticed Ayisha’s new look at social and office gatherings. Shahid, Hassan’s boss at the bank also desired her immensely.
Hassan didn’t object to Ayisha’s new look. In fact, he quiet enjoyed it and took snaps of Ayisha, as she disrobed from her sarees. He would also secretly enjoy watching his colleagues look at Ayisha from afar at social gatherings. Ayisha outdid all the other women and made Hassan proud of her. She blindly trusted her husband and happily posed for him however he desired. Sex with Hassan had also become steamier, with Ayisha trying new poses and techniques, she was learning in her ample spare time. Yet Anal sex, an act Hassan yearned for, remained ‘off the menu’, though Ayisha curiosity was heightened after having watched numerous pornstar’s accept anal so proficiently.
Ali would come in at 2 PM to clean the dishes and mop the kitchen floor. The activity took exactly 30 minutes and Ali got paid more than he should for working at Ayisha and Hassan Wazir’s home for half an hour. Given that he also did other odd jobs in their apartment block, Ali had to stay on time, to not upset his 12 daily wage employers. The work was easy and the money great for a former uneducated Bangladeshi murderer of 24 years with no family responsibilities except his 21-year-old brother Saif. Ayisha had employed Ali for over 2 years and had no complaints about the quality of his work. Over time the Wazirs’ had come to trust him unaware of his past, and left the front door to the apartment unlocked, so Ali could let himself in, work and depart, without bothering them.
Since her sabbatical commenced, Ayisha called Ali in at 2 PM for his chores to ensure that the dishes would be ready for dinner preparations at 4 PM. Ali’s abject poverty in Dhaka had led him to resort to theft and murder for a small sum of two hundred thousand Bangladeshi rupiah. To evade the law, Ali had killed a cousin who looked strikingly similar, swapped their identities, sunk his body into the marshes, and fled the country by circumventing the police verifications required for a new job in the Gulf. Ali’s opportunity to work in the middle east was his second chance in life.
As he walked into the house on that December afternoon, Ali headed into down the carpeted corridor to the kitchen. Just as he was about to turn in the kitchen, he heard a moan that stopped him in his tracks. He heard another unmistakable moan and quietly made his way towards the master bedroom two doors away at the far end of the corridor. As he reached the room, the moans became less faint and through the slightest gap between the door and its frame, he saw the most erotic sight he was privy to in his entire life. Ayisha Memsaab was naked and upright, her back to him, grinding her hips into the ledge of the bed. Ayisha had obviously forgotten to close the door shut pat. Ali felt his heart race at the sight and lapped it in for a couple of minutes. Next, he whipped out his camera phone, and carefully clicked whatever snaps he could. After risking everything, Ali went back to the kitchen and started washing the dishes. Ayisha heard the clatter of dishes in the kitchen just after she climaxed, donned her house robe over her camisole, went to the Kitchen, got some water and returned to her room, acknowledging Ali with a very brief half smile. That evening Ali went thru the photos and shared them with his brother. They took turns jacking off to Ayisha’s bare back and voluptuous Arse of which Ali had maybe thirty pictures. Boys like Ali and Saif yearned for an opportunity like this in Bahrain which had no entertainment of any sorts for them. Ali slowly grew bolder over the coming weeks and evened started pushing the big wooden door a little more when he heard Ayisha moan. His boldness bore fruit as Ali collection of Ayisha’s nude pictures got more explicit. He had enough compromising pictures of Ayisha and even a video of Ayisha looking at the mirror completely naked squeezing her breasts. A devious plan began to form in his criminal mind.
It was the end of November and Ayisha walked into the kitchen with Ali’s thirty-five Bahraini Dinars. As she left the money on the kitchen counter, she noticed Ali’s phone. As she got a closer look, she nervously shivered. Ayisha picked up the phone and swiped through Ali’s camera roll. Her nervousness turned to rage, and Ayesha yelled at Ali.
“What’s this? Where did you get these? How?” She squealed in anger and nervousness. For the next 5 minutes Ayisha yelled and screamed at Ali, calling him a sick pervert, a criminal, hurling the choicest profanities at him in Urdu, for Ali knew no English. Ali stood listening, stoic and expressionless. Finally, Ayisha went quiet, sobbing uncontrollable and slumped to the floor, and began to delete the photos in Ali’s gallery.
“I have seven copies of those photos and one wonderful video, so it’s no use” Ali beamed proudly anticipating her action.
Ayisha took the phone and hurled it at Ali but missing him by inches. Ali didn’t worry about the phone. The prize he was about to demand was enormously mouthwatering.
“I’ll be here at 2 PM tomorrow. Based on what your wearing, I’ll decide whether to release the photos to Hassan Saab and your two friends on Habtoor street.” Ayisha had introduced Ali to her friends as a ‘reliable’ houseboy.
“I shall also post them on the internet if you aren’t dressed invitingly.” The names of some very familiar sites rolled off Ali’s proud and devious tongue.
“If I am attacked in any manner, by you or anyone tomorrow and I do not return home at 4 PM, a friend will release upload them at 4 :05 PM.”
“Noooooooooooooo!” Ayisha cried loudly as the prospect of her modesty on display, for millions to view, filtered through her mind.
“Your call”, said Ali as picked up the three pieces of his phone and walked past Ayisha and out of the house. As he left, he looked down at Ayisha, winked at her and half smiled devilishly as if to claim his victory that afternoon.
Ayisha’s lifted herself up, wiped her face and went to her bedroom. Her mind raced wildly as she assessed her choices. There was no one other than Hassan she could turn to and it would be ruinous to her marriage and their stature if the photos and videos got out. She didn’t know how many he had and how compromising they were. She had to find out and control the situation. She couldn’t confide in Hassan. It would ruin her marriage and that spelt doom for a woman in her country and community. Ayisha calmed down and thought it through, finally deciding dejectedly to give into Ali’s demands and went about her evening chores by putting on a pretense of normalcy that evening, she had mastered like every cloistered obedient Pakistani bride.
Ayisha couldn’t think clearly the next morning. She kept picturing Ali in her bed naked pounding her pussy in missionary position. Ali was six feet high. Physical labor over time, in the sweltering heat had yielded a lanky and chiseled frame. But Ali was dark skinned, and a laborer and Ayisha was conditioned to keep ‘a distance’ from the ‘help’. Call it racial bias but the Punjabi’s placed a premium on white skin and Ayisha was no exception. As the clock ran down, Ayisha’s nervousness crept back and she cried many times, reversing her decision and once again reconciling to it as she decided she had to get through the day. Finally, at 1 PM Ayisha showered, picked an outfit and fixed some basic makeup. The red floral lingerie robe and accompanying red G string left nothing to chance. The robe was crafted of see through lace and was loosely held together by a black velvet belt. It had capped sleeves that ended just below the shoulders and fell midway to her ample buttocks. Her G string was also see-thru lace, low rise with a tiny black bow in the front at the top of the outfit. Ayisha wore pink lipstick and colored her eyelashes a deep black. Ayisha looked stunning and resembled a bride on her first night, decked and ready for her husband to ravish and deflower her. She marveled at how well her appearance masked the angst of her current situation.
At 1:40 PM, Ayisha felt her heart sink and locked the front door. As Ali walked to the door and turned the knob at 2:01 PM, he was visibly disappointed and rang the bell just once. Ayisha stood on the other side and froze. Finally, as she heard Ali’s footsteps recede, Ayisha immediately unlocked the door and took three steps back into the corridor. The receding footsteps stopped. Ayisha looked the other way, as the door knob turned, and Ali walked in and saw her in all her glory, her inviting outfit signaling her consent. His penis twitched, and his hard-on grew as he inspected Ayisha from head to toe. Ali walked up to Ayisha and placed his index finger between her collar bones and slowly traced a path down to the tip of her g string untying her belt on the way. Ayisha’s breasts remained covered, yet barely while her hear turned away with a resigned look. Ali moved her chin back gently so that she faced him.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be very gentle.” He said reassuringly and kissed her lips gently.
Ayisha’s big eyes met his and her eyelids batted in quick succession.
“Take a shower. Use a lot of soap, you stink!”, finally she ordered in Urdu, smelling the stench of his perspiration.
Ayisha walked down the corridor and into the room with Ali following closely behind, checking out her voluptuous arse that her robe failed to cover. Ayisha turned her head around, caught him looking at her and gave him a half smile and shook her head. “Men” she thought.
Ali entered the bathroom showered while Ayisha sat on the bed her robe fastened again. When Ali opened the door, he was drying himself and stood naked except for his briefs. Ayisha looked up and was pleasantly surprised to see that Ali had an extremely well carved, thin torso but strong limbs and well-shaped calves to go with them. His boxers concealed an erection that appeared to be larger than she expected. Ayisha found herself admiring his physique, and was surprised to feel a moistness between her legs. She found herself imagining what his buttocks looked like. Ali dried up and walked up to his exquisite prize.
“Stand up”, he ordered gently as he swapped places with her and had her face him.
Ali kissed her around her navel and probed it gently as his hands caressed the back of her thighs and roamed her buttocks. He proceeded to lower her G string slowly, to reveal a beautiful ‘innie’ vagina. As she kicked her G string away, Ayisha’s heart raced in anticipation, as she felt her pussy lubricate more. The thought of sex with Ali was becoming less disagreeable with every passing moment as her arousal grew.
Ali stood up, turned her around and gently pushed Ayisha down on her bed. Ayisha lay down with her feet hanging off the bed at her knees. Ali got on his knees, spread her legs aside and gently spread her pussy lips to reveal her clitoris. Ali dove in with his tongue and licked her clit, skillfully a few times. Ayisha sighed as the sensations played truant with her head. Ali’s gifted tongue left her clit and jabbed at her pussy fucking it while he tasted her juices. Ayisha moaned faintly in ecstasy. After five minutes of Ali's tongue around her vagina, Ayisha convulsed and released her first orgasm by a man, outside her marriage in the process. Her body stiffened as her mound arched up. Ali clutched on to her pussy, maintaining his assault. As her orgasm subsided she looked at Ali cravingly. Ayisha untied her robe and revealing her 32 C tits and squeeze them while Ali dropped his briefs, freeing his 9-inch penis with a girth that was thicker than Hassan.
Ayisha grabbed Ali by the hair and guided his mouth to her breasts which he earnestly sucked on while his penis rubbed against Ayisha’s mound. Ali stopped only when Ayisha reached out for it and guided it to her pussy opening. Ayisha looked down to see his penis and her eyes widened as she saw it enter her pussy. “Oh God!”, she shrieked. Ali’s penis filled her pussy like nothing ever before. As Ali entered her pussy, Ayesha fixated on Ali’s face, her mouth making an ‘O’ in sheer ecstatic anticipation. Ali ploughed her cunt slowly initially, allowing her to loosen fully and faster later causing Ayisha to convulse regularly.
Ali pulled out, gestured her to get higher on the bed and got between her legs which instinctively wrapped around his waist once he entered her for a second time. For the next 10 minutes, Ali ploughed in and out of Ayisha’s pussy at varying speeds. Ayisha turned her head looked at the mirror and noticed that her lower calves held onto on Ali’s buttocks and involuntarily squeezed them whenever he slowed his pace, beckoning him to persist to thumping her pussy . As Ayisha orgasmed yet again, she grabbed Ali’s head and for the first time looked into his eyes and kissed his lips hungrily. Ali responded as his tongue darted into her mouth and their tongues locked in a long passionate French kiss that left them breathless.
Ayisha pushed Ali off momentarily, dropped her red robe off her shoulders and got on her hands and knees offering her beautiful Arse to Ali, beckoning him to penetrate her doggy style. Ali penetrated her pussy from behind, once again going where her husband’s 7-inch member never reached, delivering sensations she never experienced before. Ayisha was delirious and Ali took full advantage of her. He smacked her buttocks a few times and toyed her anus with her index finger, till she squealed and scolded him gently, only to have him focus his attention on her tits. Ali grabbed her hair and pulled her up gently, while still penetrating her from behind and grabbed her full C cups and went from squeezing her hardened tits to pinching her nipples and back to her breasts while pounding her all the time skillfully from behind. For a moment, they slowed down and Ayisha looked at the mirror.
Ayisha had a black man’s hands squeezing her left breast while his right hand flicked her right nipple – All this as she arched her back while he nibbled on her neck and fucked her from behind with his 9-inch penis which was firmly lodged in her pussy.
‘My very own porn production’ thought Ayisha as she lodged the exquisitely erotic sight firmly into her memory.
Finally, Ayisha lowered her head onto the bed, so her back was arched and her arse hoisted. Ali’s onslaught was magnificent. The stroking turned into thrusts, then into pounding while he slapped her arse repeatedly, as she experienced pain and pleasure like never before. Ali doggy fucked Ayisha wildly in that position for 10 minutes squeezing and pinching her buttocks. Ayisha’s moans became shrieks as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Finally, Ayisha came, wiggling her perfect round buttocks and wailing in the process as a stream of cum rolled down her thighs. Ali came next, but pulled out just before, disappointing Ayisha who desperately wanted to experience the flood of his semen in her pussy – just to see how cum felt so deep in her pussy. Ayisha made a mental note for her next encounter with Ali. Ali came next, groaning in the process, as he shot three strings of cum that landed on Ayisha’s back and hair
Finally, Ali fell back and collapsed on the bed. Ayisha moved onto her side and looked at his substantial member, for which she had a fast developing obsession, shrink slowly. Her mouth watered as she looked at it and she made another mental note of sucking it the next time. Ayisha fell back onto the bed her face displaying pure ecstasy.
Suddenly after 3 minutes, Ali got up, entered the bathroom, showered and dried and returned to the kitchen to finish his chores. Bemused, Ayisha entered the shower after he left and cleaned up. When she came out and went to the kitchen Ali was gone and the dishes were done. Ayisha smiled went back to bed and dozed off, dreaming of Ali’s cock, visualizing their next encounter. Her first extramarital encounter was magnificent and Ayisha surprisingly felt no guilt at cheating on Hassan. That night Ayisha slept well. Her anxiety over the situation with Ali had subsided and all she could think of was his dark glistening member.
End of Part 1
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