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Chapter 34

Durgesh Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī

I got a call from Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī.
She and Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī were getting divorced.
It came as a total shock to me and I could tell Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī was upset.
I said I would see her in two weeks and we could talk then. I took my own airplane home and Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī met me at the airport.
She gave me a hard hug and a kiss then we got into the car.

I soon found out that Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī had been seeing some Musalmān Beauty and Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī found out.
He said he wanted out of the marriage.
All I got from Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī was a text message that we should talk when I got home.
I was grave on how things had gone down.
Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī had moved out and it was just Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī and I at the house now.
That first night back we had dinner together but the mood was subdued.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī soon went back to her bedroom.
I got settled into my room and I was getting ready to go to bed.

I went down to the bathroom one last time.
As I was walking back, I saw Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī’s door was partly open.
I don’t know why but I cracked the door and looked in.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī was just in her early forties.
I always thought she was beautiful and had a fantastic Brāhmañ body for someone her age.
She inherited this quality from her Årab Musalmān mother, Al Fataħ Al Åbbās.
There was Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī.
She had fallen asleep.
She had on a shirt and just a pair of panties.
I stepped into the room.
I was going to turn off her lamp by the bed.

I looked down.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī’s panties were damp.
Her nipples were pushing against the material of her shirt.
I know I shouldn’t have been looking.
I could feel my Bachhalyā Lund stirring in the pair of shorts I was wearing.
I must have made some noise.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī’s eyes opened.
“What are you doing here, Durgesh?”
“I was just checking up on you, Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī.”

She had to have known I was looking at her near nude body.
I took a bold step.
I sat down on the edge of the bed.
I reached over and placed my fingers on her wet panties.
“No Durgesh, you shouldn’t,” she said to me.
“Why not? You aren’t married to Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī, or anyone now. What’s wrong there if you too start afresh as Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī did?”

I began to run my fingers across the wet slit of her panties.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī let out this low moan.
I just lost control of my urges.
I stood up and removed my shorts.
There I stood with my half hard Bachhalyā Lund right in front of Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī.
“We can’t Durgesh,” she said to me, “it’s not right.”
“Tell me ‘Why’ the hell?”
I reached down and pulled Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī up to the edge of the bed.
I slowly pulled her shirt off and then I slid her panties down.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī took a long look at my Bachhalyā Lund and then she reached out.
She brought her magnificent Brāhmañ lips to my Bachhalyā Lund and then she inhaled me.
I could hardly believe this was happening.
I didn’t lose a Moment and I began to pump my Bachhalyā Lund down Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī’s throat.
She brought a hand to my Bachhalyā balls and started to massage me.

It didn’t take much for me to get totally hard.
My Bachhalyā Lund was about seven inches in length now, constantly lengthening and thickening more and more every sucking from Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī had most of it in her extremely beautiful Tripāŧhī Brāhmañ mouth.
She smiled sucking me.
It was expressly written on her extremely beautiful Brāhmañ face and equally beautiful Brāhmañ eyes that:
‘They say a BrahmKanyā and/or Brahmāñī is never ultimately satisfied without a Bachhalyā Lund. They are right.’
I had to finally pull away.
I thought I might cum before I wanted to.
I pushed Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī onto her back.
She got this look on her face.
“Please Durgesh, we can’t.”

Maybe Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī thought it was okay to only suck on my Bachhalyā Lund.
I just couldn’t bring myself to stop now.
I parted Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī’s beautiful Brāhmañ legs and I got in between them.
I guess Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī finally gave into me.
Her hands went to my hips and I positioned my Bachhalyā mushroom at her Brāhmañ opening.
I was surprised how easily I entered Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī’s Tripāŧhī Brāhmañ pussy.
I slid all the way in.
My Bachhalyā balls were resting against her extremely beautiful Tripāŧhī Brāhmañ ass.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī started to push against me.
I began to feed her extremely beautiful tight Tripāŧhī Brāhmañ Pussy with my thick Bachhalyā Lund.
I guess we both lost any inhibitions we might had that night.
“Fuck me Durgesh, I need you so badly!” Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī whispered, “Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī was always interested in wild animal sex with horny Musalmān Beauties. He hated me for not responding to his ever pleasure seeking ever lustful desires.”
“You must have satisfied Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī, Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī, if you really wanted to keep him to you.”
“I wanted Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī to resign from Indian National Congress and join BJP. The damnfool was still loyal to Sonia Gandhi, Rahul Gandhi and their family. He was deliberately ignoring the Modi Wave everywhere.”
I smiled.
“Well, the damnfool wasn’t alone, nevertheless. There were still some stupid persons that supported the fastest sinking ship.” I smiled triumphantly.
I was going to have Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī all to myself now.
I fed her extremely beautiful tight Tripāŧhī Brāhmañ Pussy with the longest strokes I could produce.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī was crying out that she needed my Bachhalyā Lund very much.
The Brāhmañs were not any different from other Savarñs.
They all wanted ever hungry ever ravenous Musalmān Pussies around their Uncut Hindu Cocks.
Sophisticated Brāhmañ Pussy wasn’t their requirement actually.
Only Durgesh could respect the sophisticated Brāhmañ Pussies now.
Well, no problem.
It’s all right.

I lowered my face and I started working on her hard nipples.
I was kissing the tips of her Tripāŧhī Brāhmañ tits.
That really pushed Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī over the edge.
I could feel her muscles pulling on my ever active Anant BrahmKanyāchod Anant Brahmāñīchod Bachhalyā Lund.

After so many minutes, Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī started to talk.

“I’m getting close, Durgesh.”

I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to pull out or not.
I just couldn’t bring myself to stop.
A few more strokes and I exploded inside Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī’s extremely beautiful tight Tripāŧhī Brāhmañ Pussy.
Our bodies shook as Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī milked my Bachhalyā cum from me.
I must have had a large load stored up.
I just kept sending my Bachhalyā cream deep into Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī’s Tripāŧhī Brāhmañ womb.
After some time I could tell that my Bachhalyā seed was dripping out and down Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī’s Brāhmañ ass.

I left my Bachhalyā Lund inside Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī for as long as it was possible.
Her extremely beautiful tight Tripāŧhī Brāhmañ Pussy spasms kept going until I finally had to pull my spent Bachhalyā Lund out.
After all that lovemaking, we kissed.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī told me that she had been so frustrated from parting with Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī.
When she saw me standing there looking at her, she just broke down and wanted me in bed with her.

That summer ended up being a wild time.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī and I would fuck almost every evening.
I was surprised that she needed sex so often.
It was definitely from her Årab Musalmān Ammī.
Normal Brāhmañ Beauties were not so ravenous usually.
I would take her two and three times straight.
When I was fucking Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī, I could cum more often than usual.
It got to the end of summer.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī asked me if I could transfer to a branch of HVSI in the city where she lived.
I was looking into that right now.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī also sat me down one day and posed a question to me.
“Durgesh, what if I got myself off birth control pills?”
I smiled.
“You want to have a baby by me?”
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī nodded that she wanted to try.
I told her to stop taking the pills.
Our sex life has gone to another level now.
Once the effects wear off I will be trying to make Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī pregnant.
It is a wild time in bed most nights.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī begged me to give her all my Bachhalyā baby cream.
Naturally, I finally impregnated Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī, ultimately.
Åbdul Qādir gritted his teeth.
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī was his real sister.
Her father, Brahmdutt Tripāŧhī was Åbdul Qādir’s real father too.*

Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī held the receiver.
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā’s confident voice could be heard.
“Mr. Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī, the President of Brahmkāntā Brahm Nārāyañ Group of Industries?”
“Yes, Judge, how are─?”
“From one old bastard who’s hung in the public stocks to another about to be pilloried in the same place, I want to wish you well, Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī. I want you to go in there, keep your left up high, chin tucked in, and belt them straight from the shoulders. No matter what you hear, no matter what you see, just remember you’re the boss, you’re not Uncle Tom. Never be afraid of Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī only because Åbdul Qādir is her real brother and Brahmdutt Tripāŧhī is her father.”
“Thank you, Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā.” Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī smiled fucking his new Musalmān wife, Al Safiyah Al Nāzim.
What a relief!
Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī could never satisfy Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī to this extent.
She was too sophisticated, hell.
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā kept speaking,
“It’s all right. You think what you think, Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī, you just speak out what you believe, and when you have to, you give them hell. Remember that, young man. We Brāhmañs are fantastically perfect with Musalmān wives, Musalmān beloveds and Musalmān ladyfriends. Brāhmañ Beauties are actually competent for Durgesh and at the most, for other Bachhalyās only.”
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā paused to assess the effect of what he said to Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī.

Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī didn’t tell Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā that he isn’t interested to represent Indian National Congress any more.
There was a strong Modi wave today everywhere.
His ever loyal political agents were trying to bargain with BJP desperately, yet there wasn’t any success until now.
Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī’s new Musalmān wives were more powerful in BJP than even his ex wife, Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī.
They had managed to get a ticket for Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī from BJP miraculously.
Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī himself couldn’t believe he is representing BJP now in his own constituency.
“Except for those Confederates who still think old Indian National Congress is good for yet another term, you got your party right behind you from this day on. And those that aren’t behind you, you tell me and I’ll whomp them into line. Just calling for me and my new Musalmān wives to wish you the best in BJP and your first day as the new President of Brahmkāntā Brahm Nārāyañ Group of Industries. You, I and my new Musalmān wives too that replaced my former Brahm Padminī wives, know you need it.”
Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī smiled cunningly.
“I don’t think you are even a bit upset of losing your Brahm Padminī wives, Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā.”
“I’m an ever loyal citizen of BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations.” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā said with absolute judicial gravity.
Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī laughed.
“Oh, sure. However, never think I’m a stupid enough not to understand how much anxious you were to get rid of your extremely beautiful yet immensely cold, immensely righteous, Brahm Padminī wives. Even if they surrendered to you to have sex with them, it was tremendously insufficient to you. They had earliest orgasms themselves before you’ve even started to enjoy sex with them. What a relief it’s now, Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, to you that now you have immensely sexy, immensely horny Musalmān wives that replaced your Brahm Padminī wives now for ever.”
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā frowned.
“You can draw your own conclusions, Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī.”

Returning the receiver to its cradle, Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī smiled gravely.
Better, change your side if the defeat were confirmed.
Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī never believed in loyalty to the extent to sink with the sinking ship.
Why the hell should he?
Even the rats leave the sinking ship.
Was Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī worse, more stupid, than the rats even?
The telephone rang again.
He knew he wasn’t alone.
There was long line of Congresspersons that were leaving Indian National Congress fast and joining BJP.
Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī glanced at his wristwatch.
It was a quarter to ten.
He picked up the receiver gravely.
“Yes?”
“Good morning, Mr. President. This is Viprésh Chaturvédī. I’m in the Conference Room with your Administration Assistant, Kailāsh Kulkarñī. We have some urgent matters ─routine, but they have to be settled─ to discuss. Are you intending to come over here this morning, or would you prefer that we visit you?”
Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī frowned.
Viprésh Chaturvédī was never as loyal to Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī as he was loyal to his ex wife, Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī.
He had already decided to fire Viprésh Chaturvédī.
But it wasn’t as easy as he had thought ever.
During the period, Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī was the President of Brahmkāntā Brahm Nārāyañ Group of Industries, he never tried to understand the administrative problems why Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī couldn’t do this or that.
He always thought Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī was arrogant.
She deliberately never tried to understand his point of view.
She deliberately humiliated him, and enjoyed it immensely.
His opinion surprisingly changed as soon as he himself took her chair.
He, amazingly realized Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī was usually right.
She was a lot smarter than Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī he ever thought of her.
Brahmkāntā Brahm Nārāyañ Group of Industries still needed Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī’s smart leadership, Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī lacked very much.
It was a blunder to divorce Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī, as far as the interests of Brahmkāntā Brahm Nārāyañ Group of Industries were concerned.

Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī hung up.
He could not enjoy now that he was going to a better office now, as he enjoyed even its dreams before.
He was realizing now the responsibilities were more serious than the power and facilities the new post had.
The power and facilities attract a person very much to be the President of a successful organization, but it carries responsibilities simultaneously.
He had criticized Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī very much, for her being too secretive.
Yet, today Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī himself was finding himself being too secretive too.
Hell, the Presidency of an organization, itself contained secrecy.
He was blaming Brahmkāntā Tripāŧhī erroneously.

During Viprésh Chaturvédī’s brief conversation with Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī, Kailāsh Kulkarñī had sat on one of the sofas of the Presidential reception room of Brahmkāntā Brahm Nārāyañ Group of Industries.
Kailāsh Kulkarñī had hardly heard the conversation.
He was too absorbed in his own musings for it.
Presently his mind had dwelt upon the loss of his own immensely beautiful Brahm Padminī wives to Durgesh for ever.
None of them was his wife now any more.
They were Durgesh’s wives now.
Damn Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act.
Yes, they have given him more beautiful, sexier Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wives now.
They are keeping him more satisfied sexually.
Nevertheless, sex was not everything Kailāsh Kulkarñī wanted to get from his wives.
He loved his Brahm Padminī wives.
What the hell about it?

Sitting straight on the sofa, Kailāsh Kulkarñī saw Viprésh Chaturvédī.
“What are you up to, Viprésh Chaturvédī?” Kailāsh Kulkarñī asked gravely.
“Nothing. Brahm Nārāyañ Trivédī is on his way in. I’m unable to understand how the hell he has managed to get a BJP ticket.”
Viprésh Chaturvédī smiled cunningly.
“He is shrewd enough every time usually to win the confidence of the people of his constituency. He left Indian National Congress claiming he can’t support the scams any more. His loyalty to his party doesn’t mean he doesn’t have any responsibility to the nation itself. Indian National Congress has lost its integrity now among the people, allowing scams on scams, and being unable to stop it.”

Chapter 35
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