Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat
Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté
‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’
1/18: Ādi Parv
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, one of the elder brothers of Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, was courtesy itself in a routine case.
But was it really a routine case?
As soon as the Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act was came into existence he immediately put his head on the feet of his Brāhmañ wives who were Brahm Padminīs.
His Brahm Padminī wives were dumbfounded.
“What are you doing? What the hell are you doing?” Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý involuntarily removed herself back immediately.
Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý smiled cunningly, mockingly and triumphantly.
“That’s very good. That’s right, Vishwambhar Sharmā. That’s the right place for you, my feet, our feet. I always said, you never deserved us.”
“Padm Chitrā,” Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý shouted angrily, “are you crazy? He is our husband after all.”
“Was.” Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý laughed mocking Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, “From now on, he is our son, am I right, my child?”
“Yes, Mātéshvarī.” Vishwambhar Sharmā controlled himself, looked at Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý affirming what Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý said, “The most discussed, most opposed, most despised, Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act has come into existence. We are not husband and wife now any longer.”
He paused for a moment, then beamed at his ex wives now.
“Congratulations. You are Brahm Jagdambās now with immediate effect. The Commission has already declared you Brahm Padminīs.”
“Look at him.” Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý said contemptuously, “I told you. Didn’t I? He inherited less genes from his Brāhmañ father and more genes from his Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mother, Dr. Al Tafsīr Al Qur’an PhD.”
“What do you mean, Mātéshvarī?” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, one of the elder brothers of Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, smiled teasing her.
“No Brāhmañ can surrender his ever faithful Satī and Pativratā Brāhmañ wives to a Bachhalyā Sex God so easily. Only the Musalmīn enjoy their cuckolding to their ever horniest Musalmān wives and their Hindu lover(s).” Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý said scornfully.
She even spat into a dustbin immensely contemptuously.
“You are Bar at law, Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý Mātéshvarī.” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā smiled sophisticatedly, almost teasing his ex wife, “You must never do such a blunder legal mistake. You must always differentiate between a Cuckold and a Divorcee.”
“Divorcee? My foot.” Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý shouted.
“That’s right. I put my head on your feet, didn’t I?” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā smiled sophisticatedly.
Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý marched furiously out of the room, saying,
“Look at him. How happy the damn fool is getting rid of us for ever.”
Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý watched after Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý worriedly.*
Fucking Vibhā Trivédī fiercely and enjoying it very much, I looked at Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý to be exactly correct.
I knew the woman on the witness stand was herself a legal wizard.
She was a High Court Justice while her husband was only a practicing Judge.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý came out of the most respected, most successful legal family of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations.
Chief Justice Pralayankar Bhaŧŧāchārý was her father.
Justice Al Kamāl Al Fātimah was her real Ammī.
Justice Amanda Harrington was one of her very successful step mothers.
Justice Padmgandhā Bhaŧŧāchārý, Justice Kādambinī Bhaŧŧāchārý and Justice Alaknandā Bhaŧŧāchārý were her real sisters.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý herself was deadly clever.
Despite the fact that Justice Padmgandhā Bhaŧŧāchārý, Justice Kādambinī Bhaŧŧāchārý and Justice Alaknandā Bhaŧŧāchārý, all the three of her real sisters, whom the Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Commission had declared Brahm Padminīs, had left their respective Brāhmañ husbands, Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was still living with her ex husband Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā.
She loved Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā very much.
She had love married him, and now she was suddenly his ‘mother’.
It was not easy to digest it.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was stunned how easily Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā had accepted their new relationship.
I knew, unless I could shake her testimony, Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, the defendant was going to be found guilty.
I had some surprises for the prosecution, yet it was obvious that the entire prosecution was heavily biased against my client.
I had to prove their bias legally.
And it was not easy.
There was hardly time to spring any surprise and capitalize on the confusion it would cause before five o’clock.
I couldn’t afford to flounder around, to struggle around, for twenty minutes with some aimless cross examination.
The already heavily biased jury would retire for the weekend firmly convinced that Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý’s testimony should be taken at face value.
District Attorney, Vibhā Trivédī, was smiling triumphantly, cunningly.
Her already impish back, forth, and again back movements of her glorious nude Trivédī Brāhmañ bottom became more impish and more fierce now.
Now, I wasn’t fucking the Trivédī Brahm Padminī District Attorney.
She was fucking me instead.
I addressed Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý,
“Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý,” I smiled courteously.
“I object your honor, he may be the defense attorney in the present case, but, Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý is a Brahm Padminī. The defense attorney must pay proper respect to his rather new Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā wife. They may be husband and wife in their personal life, but here…”
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was stunned.
Hey Bhagvān, God, the bloody District Attorney, Vibhā Trivédī, wants Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý to have her Golden night, hell, Golden Day instead, with the Brahm Hr’dayéshvar, Durgesh, right here in the Court.
It took most of her energy not to look horrified.
After all, Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was a High Court Justice.
“What do you want Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā?” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā asked Vibhā Trivédī respectfully.
“The honorable defense attorney must undress Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý and honor her by kissing her Brahm Padminī Bhaŧŧāchārý Brāhmañ Cunt.” Vibhā Trivédī proposed politely.
I looked at the Judge.
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā looked at me gravely.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý smiled at me sophisticatedly,
“Well, Bachhalyā Piyā, I think we should oblige the herself Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā District Attorney. Please, come on.”
The Courtroom was suddenly filled with beaming happiness and vivacity.
Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý suddenly stood, looked at Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý scornfully and tried to march out of the courtroom.
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā stopped her.
He ordered the security incharge present there.
“Stop her. Nobody would leave the Court now until and unless Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý is not honored completely by her BrahmKanyā- Brahmāñī Ramañ new Bachhalyā husband. It’s the order of the Court.”
Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý smiled cunningly.
“It’s alright, security incharge. I assure the honorable Court that I was only going out to use ladies’ personal. I wasn’t leaving the court in any protest whatsoever the Court has suspected.”
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā looked at her gravely.
“Very well, Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý can use the ladies personal. The Court order is to stop anyone from disrespecting Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý.”
I projected my one more body.*
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý greeted me.
“Why the hell did you surrender?” I whispered to her, “They are clearly blackmailing you. And you are, being even a High Court Justice…”
“I need you.” Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý whispered to me back, “Can’t you see what they are doing? Vibhā Trivédī isn’t a District Attorney only. She is the girl behind the campaign that made Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act possible.”
“Thank God, she herself is Brahm Padminī and you are already fucking her now.”
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý put her beautiful arms around my neck and kissed me on my lips passionately.
“You must have given me a chance at least to save your love and honor.”
“Thank you.” Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý grabbed my Penis and squeezed it significantly, “But you can’t help me now any way. The Act has been enforced already. “Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, my husband is a law abiding citizen, and a finicky one exactly. You are trying to save my younger brother in law, Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, and his wife, Pragyā Agnihotrī, but they are already working on another scheme. Undress me.”
“Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý,”
“Undress me, I say, before they suspect that we both don’t want to make love to each other. You are not helping Pragyā Agnihotrī and Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā alone, you are even helping me too.”
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý had herself started to undress me.
Soon we both were naked and hugging and kissing each other passionately.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was playing with my Penis.
I kissed her Bhaŧŧāchārý Brāhmañ Cunt.
“Your body is still athletic.” I appreciated her body.
“We have to compete with the ever horniest Musalmān Beauties of yours. We have to take care of our bodies more if we really want to get a responsible life partner for us.”
“They have their Panjvaqtah Namāz to take care of their already excellent ardent Musalmān female bodies in ever excellent shape. We have to do it by athletics.”
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý kissed my Penis, licked it and then started to suck it passionately.
I couldn’t believe she was performing an act only, for the benefit to others, to show them that she had accepted me her new Bachhalyā husband.
It was something more I was getting.
Eīshān, Does her body need my masculine response if not her brain even?*
District Attorney Vibhā Trivédī gritted through her teeth,
“What?” I penetrated her Brahm Padminī Trivédī Brāhmañ Cunt fiercely with my rock hard Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā Lund.
It reached to the mouth of her womb.
“Hey Bhagvān,” Vibhā Trivédī controlled herself from screaming with tremendous efforts, “you keep forgetting that I am a Trivédī Brahm Padminī, Bachhalyā scoundrel. If you keep pounding into me this way, soon my Brahm Padminī Trivédī Brāhmañ Cunt would not remain of any use of your ever savage Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā Lund.”
“Sālī,” I continued fucking Vibhā Trivédī as fiercely as before, “if you can’t even bear my ever strong, Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā Lund, into your ever delicate Trivédī Brahm Padminī Brāhmañ Cunt, why the hell you helped Padminī Bhārgav in passing the Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act? What do you think, the other Brahm Padminīs can bear it? They don’t have their Brahm Padminī Brāhmañ Cunts as delicate as you yourself have?”
“As if Padminī Bhārgav is as democratic as you are,” Vibhā Trivédī said furiously, “if she had even suspected I don’t agree with her in her Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Project, she would have thrown me somewhere in so much darkness, I would have died struggling to get a ray of light even.”
“I see,” I said gravely, fucking her somewhat slowly now, “so you are not her friend because you have similar thoughts to Padminī Bhārgav? Instead, you are her friend in her right and wrong because you are afraid she’d destroy you otherwise?”
“Well,” Vibhā Trivédī said meekly, “I’d never accept it before Padminī Bhārgav, but between you and me, you are entirely correct. Thanks for fucking me moderately now. I can’t bear what your Practical Chief Wife Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan can.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is thirty two only, you idiot.”
“You forgive Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan for her ever aggressive nudism and feminism?”
“She is fighting successfully with the terrorists, criminals and criminal minded Musalmīn. She has even cuckolded them. Even the Musalmān Underworld has surrendered to her.”
Vibhā Trivédī laughed.
“Not, if it wasn’t afraid of Shankar Mahāpralayankar Bhaiyā.”
“You are right.” I admitted, “But Shankar Mahāpralayankar is also winning over the Musalmān Underworld because Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is always ready to back him in any manner right or wrong. Shankar Mahāpralayankar is Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s milk shared brother. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan ties Raxā Bandhan on his wrist every year without fail.”
“I know,” Vibhā Trivédī smiled affectionately, “most of us your women do. Shankar Mahāpralayankar Bhaiyā is our second biggest strength, after you. You are the first.”
“Thank you, Vibhā, leave Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā alone. Don’t punish him for what he hasn’t done.”
“He hasn’t held up anyone ever.”
“How do you know?”
“Vibhā, Padminī is punishing him for not surrendering his Brahm Padminī wife, Prgyā Agnihotrī. You know it very well.”
“Don’t do it, Durgesh.” Vibhā Trivédī said gravely, “You don’t know your ever dear wife Padminī Bhārgav entirely. She has managed to pin even a murder on Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā.”
“Because he is not surrendering his extremely beautiful Brahm Padminī wife, Prgyā Agnihotrī?” I asked indignantly.
“You know your Bhārgav Brahm Padminī wife, Padminī Bhārgav, even more than I do. She is Brahm Padminī Lioness.”*
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý soon fell on her back on witness bed.
She herself put her extremely beautiful Bhaŧŧāchārý Brāhmañ legs on my nude Bachhalyā shoulders, held my ever aggressive, ever sensitive Bachhalyā Lund in her hand and herself positioned it between her quivering Bhaŧŧāchārý Brāhmañ Cunt lips.
“Go ahead,” Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý invited me smiling gracefully, “please enter me, and oblige. Thanks for consenting to let me your permanent Bhaŧŧāchārý Brahm Padminī Brāhmañ wife, Méré Bachhalyā Piyā. Penetrate me and make me your Brahm Padminī Bhaŧŧāchārý Brahmmare for ever.”
I smiled, caressed her extremely beautiful, nude, Bhaŧŧāchārý Brāhmañ buttocks and pushed my Bachhalyā Lund into her excellent learned Brāhmañ Cunt.
It’s head went inside.
She sighed, smiling gratefully.
I pushed again.
It entered one fourth.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý winked at me sophisticatedly.
“Enjoying, Méré Bachhalyā Piyā?”
“Sure,” I smiled proudly and pushed again.
It entered half of it.
It took two more thrusts to vanish inside completely.
“Thank you,” Bhaŧŧāchārý Brahm Padminī, Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý, smiled gratefully, immensely indebted as if, “please don’t move now for some time. Let it remain there fully embedded. Let me absorb the honor.”
“The pleasure is mine, darling.”
“Thank you. You are very kind, very polite.”
She let me start fucking her properly after at least one complete hour.
In immense ecstasy, my Bachhalyā Lund was visiting Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý’s Bhaŧŧāchārý Brahm Padminī Brāhmañ Cunt now pleasantly, yet proudly.
“Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý,” I started cross examining her, “you have identified the defendant in this case as the man who perpetrated the hold up.”
“Yes, Durgesh, I mean, the Defense Attorney Sir.”
“When was the first time you saw the defendant?”*
Padminī Bhārgav was furious.
“What the hell do you think I am, a damn fool?”
“Padminī,” I said curtly, “I am your husband, not your subordinate. Am I?”
She put her extremely beautiful nude Brahm Padminī Bhārgav Brāhmañ legs on my nude Bachhalyā shoulders.
“You made Vibhā Trivédī talk to you. You made a traitor out of her.”
“What else? Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act is the Constitution of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations now. It was a major Constitutional amendment, not a minor legal amendment.” Padminī Bhārgav smiled cunningly, “If you really admire our Democracy, even you can’t go against this major amendment in the Constitution of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations. You have to accept the entire Brahmāñīs who are Brahm Padminīs, yet were erroneously married to less worthy traditional Brāhmañs. They are your latest new Brahm Padminī wives, if you really respect our Democracy.”
She was smiling cunningly, triumphantly.
“Padminī Bhārgav,” I said bitterly, “Almost sixty percent of the Brāhmañs are facing false criminal charges now through out the entire United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations. They haven’t done any crime they are unjustifically charged with.”
“And most of them are represented by yourself,” Padminī Bhārgav said bitterly, “my own husband who doesn’t love me, only fucks me so that our Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog should not break.”
“Padminī Bhārgav,” I said curtly, “I never knew you were so inhuman. You inherited more genes from your Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Ammī perhaps, than from your ever respected Brāhmañ father, Bhārgav Chakrvartī, His Excellency, Jamdagni Bhārgav.”
“Thank God,” Padminī Bhārgav smiled shrewdly, “if it’s really the case, how indebted I am to my Ammī, Her Excellency Dr. Al Tāhirah Al Kamāl. How enriched and how immensely developed her Al Tāhirah Creations are.”
“I would never let you punish the entire sixty percent innocent Brāhmañs of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations, only because they had Brahm Padminī wives and either their Brahm Padminī wives don’t want to sacrifice their Satītv and Pātivratý to my genetically Bachhalyā lap, or their self respectful Brāhmañ husbands themselves.” I said, “Shame on you, Padminī Bhārgav. I am ashamed of you that you are my wife.”
“But how helpless you are, Durgesh, aren’t you?” Padminī Bhārgav smiled, “you can’t even divorce me.”
“Padminī Bhārgav,” I said curtly.
“Slap me,” she smiled.
“I have managed to change the Prosecuting District Attorney in the case of Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā. I’ve managed to remove my traitor friend Vibhā Trivédī. She is not prosecuting Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā any more.”
I looked at her incredulously.
“Barrister Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý is the new Prosecuting Authority of Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, my dear husband.”
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