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 Title: How I lost My Bibi Nargis at a Ganjifa Game
 Author: Nawabzada Taj-ood-Deen Khan Lakhnavi "Chota Lund Gora Londa"
 Source: Personal History

 It was the fifth day after Eed. My mohalla dosts had come over for our regular ganfija card game, which we
played every week.  There was one new player, however. He had been brought by Hashim Mirza, one of our ganjifa
players. His name was Ogga-Lingam and he was one of the large Kala (black-skinned) Goondas from the Shudra
mohalla (neighbourhood). 

 Hashim said that he had played with Ogga-Lingam many times at his own mahal, and that he was a great player. 
Still, having to play ganjifa against one of the frightening Kala Shudra Goondas was an intimidating experience. 
From the very start all the other mohalla ganjifa players were very obsequious and even submissive towards
Ogga-lingam. They praised Ogga-Lingam's playing skills and I thought that many of them were deliberately losing
games. Very soon, the players started to leave one by one, claiming they had no chance against Ogga-Lingam's
Dravidian ganjifa skills.  Once Nargis, my Bibi, came over to provide some sherbet for us. His eyes darted over
to Nargis and I did not feel good when he clearly ogled at her.  Finally, only Hashim, Ogga-Lingam and myself
were left. We continued playing, but Hashim continued to lose, and was always praising Ogga-Lingam's ganjifa
skills. I thought Hashim was deliberately losing, just like some of the other players seemed to be doing. As I
studied my ganjifa cards carefully for the next round, I heard Hashim say something. 

 The next time I looked up from my ganjifa cards, I noticed that only one player was left. To my shock, that
last player was Ogga-Lingam. The other players had left, and I had not thought that Hashim would leave me alone
with this intimidating Kala Shudra Goonda. I stared at the massively muscled Shudra Goonda seated across me, on
the Persian carpet. His hair was shaved close to his scalp, giving him a menacing Dravidian look, and he wore a
tight white shirt and a short checked lungi (loin-cloth) which hung to the middle of his thighs. His thick arms
and wide shoulders were large, even bigger than many of the Malabari wrestlers I had seen. It was only the two
of us left for the final games. 

 Summoning all my ganjifa-playing skills and bravery, I started to play. Luck seemed to favour me, for I started
to win. Maybe my cards were just better. At the same time, I thought that Ogga-Lingam seemed to be deliberately
losing. But then there was surely no reason for him to do that. So I continued to enjoy my winning spreee. 

 Then we were reaching the final few games for that pile of ganjifa cards. Suddenly he said something. 

 "Listen, dhese are last few games for dhis pile of cards. Let us make dhe game bedder. Let us play for bedder
dhings," he said. 

 I was surprised at what he said. Somewhat intimidated by his masculine presence, I asked, "What do you want ?"

 "If I win this game," he said calmly, looking straight into my eyes, "I enjoy your Bibi Nargis this night."

  Totally shocked at what I heard, I was thinking of denying him right away, but was worried about his reaction. 
After all, he was a Kala Shudra Goonda, and even a group of us Safedoos would stand little chance against this
bulky Kalloo. Then I had a brilliant idea. 

 "But what if I win ? What is my reward ? Will I be able to enjoy your Bibi ?" I asked in jest, thinking that I
had at least a counter-point. 

 "Listen, Safedoo," he snapped. "My Bibi not interested in Kotak Safed Zubbs (short white penises). I tell yoo
whad yoo get if yoo win. If you win, you can chuso my Buzurg Kala Lund (big black penis)."

 I stared at him in disbelief.  What kind of terms were these ? Asking questions and trying to be smart was only
landing me in more trouble. I knew I did not stand a chance of defeating that scary Shudra Goonda in a physical
fight. In fact, in my whole life I had never seen a Safed Aadmi from our mohalla ever dare to challenge one of
the Kala Shudra Goondas. Still, I somehow summoned the courage to ask. "And what if I refuse ?" I asked. 

 "Dat better dhen I get two Safedoos to enjoy. First I beat you and make you a Gandoo (faggot) in front of yoor
Bibi," he said.  "Dhen I bokk yoor Bibi in front of yoo. I need a Safed hole to satisfy my big Kala Shudra Lund
today. I don't care if it yoor Bibi's Safedi Qoosi (white vagina) or your Safed Qoon (white anus), or both. You
decide."

 The choice was difficult. I could only choose which was the lesser of all the evilis. Being sodomized in front
of my Bibi would have been the worst of all, I wondered. Then I had another idea on how to escape.

 Somehow I managed to stammer. "Ogga-Lingam, I will complain to Hashim about what you are trying to do. You will
never be allowed inside our mohalla again."

 To my surprise, Ogga-Lingam only smiled in response.  "When yoo want to dell him ? When he chusoing my Khags as
I bokk his Bibi after he lose ganjifa game widd me ?" he said. "Or when Hashim chusoing my Buzurg Kala Shudra
Lund after he win ganjifa game widd me ?"

 My heart sank as I realized that he had played this self-same trick on Hashim. Suddenly, Hashim's
submissiveness to Ogga-Lingam made sense. My mind raced back to the obsequiousness of the other mohalla ganjifa
players who had left earlier. They were also submissive. Did it mean that they had also played against
Ogga-Lingam ? No, the thought was too horrible. 

 "Chalo, Safedoo! Why yoo think so much ? All yoo have to do to save yoor Safedi Bibi and your Safed Qoon is to
beat me in ganjifa. Dhen all yoo have to do iz to chuso my Shudra Lund!" he said. 

 Realizing I had no choice and winning was the only chance I had, I picked up my ganjifa cards and started. I
did not want that filthy Kala Shudra Goonda anywhere near my pure and precious ivory-skinned Aryani Bibi. He
smiled and we played the last game.  As we played, he started to win from the beginning.  I had a sinking
feeling in my stomach. That was the reason he was losing the previous games against me - he wanted to save up on
his strong cards and then beat me at the final game. 
 
 As the game progressed, I continued to lose. Finally, when the game ended I had been defeated. 

 Ogga-Lingam smiled. "Now bring me yoor Safed Bibi."

 Feeling low, I stood up and went inside the purdah-covered (secluded) part of our mahal.  I asked Nargis to
come, but I could not bring myself to tell her what I had done. So, I just guided her into the main room. 

 The moment Ogga-Lingam saw her, he ordered me to sit on the side, which I did.  Then he said, "See, Begum, your
Showhar here is a Safedoo Gandoo. He likes to chuso the Zubbs of other Admis.  So, he asked me if he could chuso
mine, because he said he had not chusoed a big Kala Shudra Zubb in a long time.  I told him that he could if he
beat me at a ganjifa game, but that if I won, I would be able to enjoy you.  Begum, your Showhar agreed to the
game. We played. And your Showhar lost."

 Nargis' eyes opened in disbelief. I was also shocked at what he said. Gradually I realized that what he had
done was very smart. Indeed, I had agreed to the terms of winning and losing the ganjifa game. But, while these
had been co-erced, I could hardly claim so after the game. It would sound unnatural. But I knew he would have
planned a response already. 

 "Is that true, Taj ?" she asked. I had no choice but to deny it to save my face and fall into whatever trap
he had carefully laid through experience. 

 "No, Nargis. That Shudra Haramzada (bastard) forced me to agree to a ganjifa game where I would have to gamble 
you," I replied. 

 Ogga-Lingam calmly asked Nargis, "See, Begum. If we had just gambled for yoo, why we then play dhat he chuso my
Zubb if he win ? If I wanna bokk you, I gamble only for you, not to let him chuso my Zubb."

 Nargis stared at me in shock. I was also surprised yet again, but then saw the brilliance of his sinister plot. 

 "Is that true, Taj ?" she asked again. "Did you play so that if he wins, you chuso his Shudra Lund ?"

 I could not deny what happened. "Yes ... " I stammered. 

 "See, your Showhar is a Chusak (sucker)," said Ogga-Lingam as he stood up. 

 "You Haramzada! You Chusak Haramzada !" shouted Nargis. She only rarely used those words, and that too when she
was very angry. I was crushed - she really thought that I was a chusak, and would think so forever after that
day. In one stroke, Ogga-Lingam had destroyed whatever respect my own Bibi had for me. 

 I watched in shame as Ogga-Lingam walked up to my lovely Nargis and embraced her.  My throat choked when I saw
Nargis embrace him back, and I knew I was a humbled man when Ogga-Lingam kissed her delicate mouth with his
uncouth buck-toothed Dravidian mouth. Then he pulled her to our marriage-chamber. 

 Unable to bear it, I stayed in the room, listening to his deep laughter and her feminine giggling. Then he
called me into the room. I did not want to go, and stayed seated. But when he barked again and ordered me to
come, I knew I had to go or risk being beaten. 

 When I entered the chamber, I saw Ogga-Lingam standing in front of my Bibi.

 "Come, Safedoo! Show yoor Safedi Bibi my Buzurg Kala Shudra Lund (big black Shudra penis)!" commanded
Ogga-Lingam.
 
 "Chalo, Safedoo! It is the same Kala Shudra Nara you wanted to chuso some time back! Open my lungi!" he barked.

 Humbled, I walked up to him and started to untie his lungi. 

 "Show it to yoor Bibi, but don't chuso it, you Chusak !" he barked. "You lost de game!"

 When I opened his lungi, I was in for a rude shock and big jolt to my manliness. For there, dangling from
Ogga-Lingam's frame was the most gigantic set of male genitals I had ever seen, either before, or after that
fateful day. Hanging over a set of two large egg-sized black Dravidian testicles was the longest, thickest and
blackest Shudra penis imaginable. An idea of its immense size can be gauged from the fact that it hung half-way
down to his knees. I stared at the amazing and humiliating sight in front of me, realizing just how small and
inferior I was compared to that Shudra Goonda. Whatever manliness I had left disippated as I gazed in disbelief
at the huge black Shudra penis.

 "See, yoor Showhar liking my Big Kala Shudra Lund," said Ogga-Lingam. "Push him away, or he start to chuso it!"

 With this Nargis shouted, "Haramzada !" and pushed me back, away from Ogga-Lingam's superior Shudra implement. 

 Ogga-Lingam lifted up his huge black Shudra organ and moved it around in a circle, showing it to Nargis. Nargis,
meanwhile, stared in amazement at the huge masculine part in front of her. The sight of Ogga-Lingam's enormous
black Shudra masculine organ, as well as my fair Bibi's evident interest in it, was highly disconcerting and
shameful for me. Emasculated, I felt my Chota Gora Lund (small white penis) contract back into its shaft, and I
sensed my Andas (testicles) shrivel up into my scrotum, as my scrotum tightened and retracted out of fear and
humiliation. At the same time, I felt my anal muscles clenching themselves together, as if out of a subconscious
fear of being anally raped by that gigantic Dravidian Lingam (phallus).

 I tried to get up and leave the room, but Ogga-Lingam told me to stop.

 "What Safedoo ? Scared of my Shudra Linga ? Stay dhere and see yoor Bibi becoming real Aurat tonight !" he
barked. 

 So, I had to watch in shame as Nargis went onto her knees and started to perform Shudra-Linga Pooja on his big
black Dravidian penis. 

 Then Nargis stripped off her tight shalwar kameez and became nangi in front of Ogga-Lingam. Then she lay back
on our sacred marriage-bed and spread her creamy white legs for her Shudra Yar.  I felt like such a loser when
Ogga-Lingam inserted his big black Shudra Lund into my Bibi's Safedi Fuddi (white vagina).  He then vigorously
copulated with her, like only a stout Kala Shudra Goonda could do. I noticed in shame that Nargis was definitely
enjoying his huge black Shudra Linga inside of her. While I could only maintain an erection of my much smaller
pink Aryan Zubb for a short while, Ogga-Lingam could copulate for an incredibly long time, his big Kala Shudra
Lund remaining at full attention throughout. 

 That one night transfixed her.  He irreversibly Dravidianized her, transfiguring her in a way she had never
known before.

 By the time it was late night, I could not bear any more and went to sleep in the main room of our mahal. 

 When Ogga-Lingam left the next morning, he sneered at me, "Yoor Bibi now been made Lover of us Kalloos.  After
few day, yoor Bibi beg you to play anodher ganjifa card game widd me."

 Ogga-Lingam was right. Nargis regularly asks me to invite Ogga-Lingam over for ganjifa card games. But he has a
busy schedule, because he has to play at Hashim Mirza's mahal, and at the mahals of several local ganjifa
players as well. That suits me well, because then I can sleep with Nargis the nights he is elsewhere.  The only
problem is that I cannot satisfy her with my short pink five-angosht (inch) Aryan Lund. For, that job only
Ogga-Lingam's big one-qadam (one foot) black Shudra Linga can do. This makes her very irritated and she is very 
dominant with me. 

The End