GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: SHŪDRASÝ TU SAVARÑAIV NĀNYĀ BHĀRYĀ VIDHĪYATÉ: 14

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

Durgesh

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Chapter 14

Durgesh Justice Hémā Upādhyāý
Durgesh Chitrāngadā Pārāshar
Durgesh Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý
Durgesh Justice Fātimah Aħmad

Chitrāngadā Pārāshar went to the faucet, got water and washed them down.
Brahm Dīpti Dwivédī was dumbfounded.
She had never even imagined, her Bhābhī, Chitrāngadā Pārāshar, would do it.
There must have been two dozens of the sleeping tablets.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý had the first reaction to notify the police.
It was a police case, and she was an officer of the court.
She was a Justice.
But the problem was that they may make a stink, a scandal out of it.
Every officer of the police was not as responsible as he/she should have been.
Her brain said,
‘Go ahead and notify them. It’s the only thing that can be done. The police will take Chitrāngadā Pārāshar to a hospital, pump her stomach out and save her life.’
But immediately there was a contradiction from her same brain.
‘Why don’t you call your own reliable Doctor? You are a Justice. It’s your friend’s life at stake.’
‘It might be too late.’ Her brain again contradicted her, ‘Even Chitrāngadā Pārāshar may refuse to let her Doctor treat her. You have to wait until after Chitrāngadā Pārāshar becomes unconscious, and by that time…No, Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý, call the police. Tell them the story.’
‘How? How the story should be told to the police?’
‘Tell it straight, Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý. Simply tell them that it’s another Bachhalyā Brahmāñī story. Chitrāngadā Pārāshar couldn’t understand when it was the appropriate time for her to decide, that being a BrahmKanyā, she should never marry a Brāhmañ. No Brāhmañ today is a real Brāhmañ, as no Musalmān today is a true Musalmān. The Musalmān houseladies need a Hindu man for their love life. Similarly a BrahmKanyā needs a Bachhalyā man for her love life. Both the Musalmīn and Brāhmañs are never practical for their womankind. They both dream of an utmost high character from their womankind, but to their mankind their approach is totally different. They suddenly become practical for themselves, but never practical for their womankind.
‘Tell the police that Chitrāngadā Pārāshar was forced to maintain clandestine love life with Durgesh. Her Nanad, her sister in law, Brahm Dīpti Dwivédī reproached Chitrāngadā Pārāshar for it, even while she herself was maintaining a sexual relationship with Durgesh, yet openly. Chitrāngadā Pārāshar could not bear her so irrational, so scornfully communal criticism of her entirely clandestine sexual relationship with Durgesh. She grabbed a handful of sleeping tablets trying to commit suicide.’*

Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý’s brain was still bombarding her,
‘If Chitrāngadā Pārāshar couldn’t have a Bachhalyā lover, she refused even to live?’
‘Why shouldn’t Chitrāngadā Pārāshar? Brahm Dīpti Dwivédī was nobody to tell Chitrāngadā Pārāshar how Chitrāngadā Pārāshar should live, as well as Chitrāngadā Pārāshar didn’t have any legal right to tell Brahm Dīpti Dwivédī how Brahm Dīpti Dwivédī should live.’
‘But Brahm Dīpti Dwivédī is Chitrāngadā Pārāshar’s sister in law.’
‘Sure, but the law never gives any legal right to any sister in law to tell her sister in law how she should live.’
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý’s mental process suddenly took a new turn,
‘Should I let the police think that Brahm Dīpti Dwivédī is the one who saw Chitrāngadā Pārāshar do it?’
‘Why not? What’s wrong in it?’
‘Nothing, I think.’
‘That’s right. Don’t answer the questions in details. You don’t need to. Act to be in a hurry. Use your judicial status to save yourself from answering detailed questions, either this way or that. Simply tell the police Brahm Dīpti Dwivédī abused Chitrāngadā Pārāshar on her sexual relationship with Durgesh and Chitrāngadā Pārāshar took the sleeping tablets in protest.’

Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý found now more confident herself.
She informed the police.
She was surprised when almost immediately Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý heard the siren.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý looked at her wristwatch.
Not more than a couple of anxious minutes had passed.
The siren sounded at first faint in the distance, then Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý heard it screaming to a high pitched crescendo of urgency.
‘Well,’ Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý thought to herself smiling proudly, ‘my judicial status really did wonders. I never expected such a fast action from the police. I know them. It pays to be in a high official position. That must be a radio/mobile car coming now.’
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý advanced to a window.
Now, she could look down the street.
‘Oh, nope,’ she murmured to herself, ‘it isn’t a radio/mobile car. It’s an ambulance instead. Red light going and all the rest of it.’
The ambulance parked by the apartment house.
Two white clad attendants entered the door.
Her mental process started again,
‘I can’t figure this one out. Hell, I thought the police would get here first and then phone for an ambulance.’
‘They are probably taking your word for it and figure Chitrāngadā Pārāshar has go to a hospital. After all you are a high positioned court official, a Justice at High Court.’
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý smiled satisfactorily.
‘If police aren’t there, Chitrāngadā Pārāshar may refuse to go and…’
‘Chitrāngadā Pārāshar may be groggy by this time.’
‘I don’t think the stuff works that fast. Moreover, Durgesh was still fucking Chitrāngadā Pārāshar when she swallowed those sleeping tablets. Durgesh himself would be in action too as Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý is. Chitrāngadā Pārāshar can’t die till Durgesh is fucking her. Chitrāngadā Pārāshar may come out under her own power still being fucked by Durgesh.’
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý smiled cunningly,
‘Don’t they say Durgesh’s ever incredible Bachhalyā Lund has miraculous powers too? No woman can suffer from old age, illness, etcetera, if Durgesh is fucking her. She wouldn’t die ever even.’
‘Nonsense, Durgesh too, is a human being only.
‘The Bachhalyās are miraculously expert in spreading rumors in Durgesh’s favor, positively always. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is herself helping the Bachhalyās and HVSI to get benefited herself. Padminī Bhārgav and Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī are also doing the same thing.
‘Political strategies.
‘Nothing else.
‘Self-hypnotization,
‘Isn’t it?
‘Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý isn’t against it until it’s benefiting the society and human beings.
‘The end justifies the means.
‘Doesn’t it?’*

Suddenly Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was startled.
Hey Bhagvān, God, are the BrahmKanyās, and the Brahmāñīs too, imitating Musalmān Beauties and Musalmān houseladies in their every step?
Hémā Upādhyāý was herself a High Court Justice.
She was happily married with Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī.
When Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý found that Justice Hémā Upādhyāý is maintaining her extramarital affair with me, Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was dumbfounded.
“Hémā, Justice Hémā Upādhyāý, you too?” she could not believe it.
Still extremely beautiful, Justice Hémā Upādhyāý, smiled at her.
“Sorry, Sunandā, I don’t know how can you limit yourself to an ever impractical Brāhmañ husband. I can’t, my dear.”
“But, but Hémā, Justice Hémā Upādhyāý, Durgesh is fucking you not in your Pussy. Durgesh is fucking you in your ass.” Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was still startled.
Justice Hémā Upādhyāý smiled.
“Sorry, I requested him persistently to do it with me too.”
“With you too? What do you mean?”
“You know my maternal cousin, Justice Fātimah Aħmad, don’t you?”
“Oh, sure.”
“Once I sauntered to her bedroom and found she was requesting Durgesh to fuck her in her ass.”
“Hémā, Hémā,” Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý addressed her ever best friend impatiently, “your maternal cousin, Justice Fātimah Aħmad, is a Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān. They have different culture, different needs consequently.”
“Nonsense,” Hémā Upādhyāý ignored her argument, “Fātimah was enjoying it very much. I decided I should also try the same.”
Despite Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý’s extensive arguments and explanations, Justice Hémā Upādhyāý was still enjoying my ever aggressive, Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā Lund, into her ever gorgeous Upādhyāý Brāhmañ ass.
Not in her bedroom even, inside.
Justice Hémā Upādhyāý was enjoying me in her gorgeous Upādhyāý Brāhmañ ass on the open window, directly opposite to the window Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was watching through.*

Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý rushed to bring Justice Hémā Upādhyāý to her senses.
She had seen Justice Hémā Upādhyāý wasn’t alone there.
There were six more Hémās.
Justice Hémā Bhārgav.
She was straddling on my Ever Sexiest ever erect Bachhalyā Lund, I was lying on my back and Justice Hémā Bhārgav was fucking me cunningly.
There was a triumphant smart smile on her lips and eyes.
Her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot was swallowing my Bachhalyā Lund sophisticatedly, impishly yet still ravenously.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý never knew Justice Hémā Bhārgav and Justice Hémā Upādhyāý were such a close friend that they could fuck me together.
Justice Hémā Pandit was the third Justice there.
She was sucking my Bachhalyā Lund, proudly.
Justice Hémā Pārāshar was Chitrāngadā Pārāshar’s real elder sister, and well, she was enjoying my Bachhalyā Lund in the same way, Justice Hémā Upādhyāý was enjoying, in her Pārāshar Brāhmañ ass.
Justice Hémā Pārāshar’s extremely beautiful big Pārāshar Brāhmañ buttocks were filling my nude Bachhalyā lap ravenously, swallowing my Ever Sexiest ever erect Bachhalyā Lund between them again and again.
And, what the hell!
Justice Hémā Pāŧhak, Pārvatī Pāŧhak’s sister was also welcoming my Ever Sexiest ever erect ever aggressive Bachhalyā Lund between her extremely beautiful white, pink, big, Pāŧhak Brāhmañ buttocks.
My Bachhalyā Lund was penetrating her Pāŧhak Brāhmañ ass aggressively itself.
Hey Bhagvān, God, were they contesting with each other in anal sex?
The sixth was Justice Hémā Mukherjī.
No, she wasn’t receiving my Bachhalyā Lund into her big buttocked Mukherjī Brāhmañ ass.
No, her Mukherjī Brāhmañ ass was not less beautiful than the rest of the six Hémās present there.
All the seven Hémās there were big buttocked and had extremely beautiful Brāhmañ ass.
Yet, I wasn’t fucking Justice Hémā Mukherjī in her beautiful Brāhmañ ass.
My Ever Sexiest ever erect ever aggressive Bachhalyā Lund was penetrating her more beautiful Mukherjī Brāhmañ Choot now.
Justice Hémā Joshī was the seventh and last there.
And hell, my Ever Sexiest ever erect ever aggressive Bachhalyā Lund was penetrating her extremely beautiful Joshī Brāhmañ ass too.
It was certainly some contest in anal sex among them.
But why then…
Seven High Court Justice,
All of them named Hémā.
All of them sophisticated mature Brāhmañ ladies,
None of them was as crazy as Justice Hémā Upādhyāý was, to admire anal sex that much.
Was there any connection among these similarities?
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý could not think of any.
Why shouldn’t she go there and find out what the hell was happening there?
Yet, suddenly she stopped.
The two white clad attendants came out supporting a young woman.
She was walking between them, still on her knees and elbows, still I was fucking her.
Her head was hanging limply.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý couldn’t see whether she was Chitrāngadā Pārāshar or not.
But who else could she be?
They were going to the ambulance now.
She was droopy.
They had to hold her up.
Therefore it was natural they were getting in the way again and again.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý still couldn’t see Chitrāngadā Pārāshar’s face clearly that how ill she was actually now.
The ambulance took off up the street, moving at high speed, siren screaming for the right of way.*

The wedding had been nice, but the reception was a real blast.
Drink flowed freely, and a large number of the attendees were a little over the top before the night ended.
One could spot the designated drivers by their sour looks, but most people had arranged for taxis or were staying overnight at the hotel.
I was overnighting myself.
I was the best man.
I suppose I could have joined in and got plastered with the rest, but I’d promised to keep an eye on things and make sure that everyone got away safely.
With all the people there I’d figured that the ones I’d have least concern for were the bride and groom.
They had a suite booked in the hotel and were leaving bright and early for their honeymoon.
I was actually a little surprised as the night wore on to see that Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī and Justice Hémā Upādhyāý were still at the reception.

It seemed to me that Justice Hémā Upādhyāý had a rather frozen look on her face, but Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī was still knocking them back and being the life of the party.
We’d promised the hotel that we’d all be gone by eleven, so shortly before that I started chasing out the stragglers.
With them gone I found I was left with two late stayers – the bride and groom.

I moved over to give them some final congratulations.
Justice Hémā Upādhyāý just gave me a helpless look and Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī was just lolling in his chair, a big smirk on his face.
He was plastered.
If we could get him to stand I’d have laid odds that he’d just fall flat on his face.

I felt tempted to let him, but an unspoken plea from Justice Hémā Upādhyāý had me behaving and offering some proper help.
I levered Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī to his feet and guided his staggering way towards the elevators.
Once in one, I propped him against a wall and we sailed up to the bridal suite.
By the time we reached it, Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī was out cold.

When the lift reached the right floor I just bent down and lifted Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī in a fireman’s carry, following Justice Hémā Upādhyāý down the hall to their suite.
Entering the suite, I dumped Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī on the couch.
Damned if I was carrying him to the bedroom.
I helped Justice Hémā Upādhyāý take off his shoes and outer clothes and we just left him there, snoring as though he invented it.
He was out of action until the morning.

I said goodnight to Justice Hémā Upādhyāý and was about to depart when I noticed she was biting her lip.
Something was troubling her besides Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī getting blotto, and she didn’t know how to mention it.
I’ve always had a very soft spot for Justice Hémā Upādhyāý.
If Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī hadn’t come along with his flamboyant style there was a good chance I might have made a determined play for her myself.

Anyway, considering her carefully as I prepared to depart, it suddenly dawned on me what her problem was.
She was still in her wedding dress, and it was big and heavy and Justice Hémā Upādhyāý had had two bridesmaids to help her put it on.
It had been assumed by everyone that the groom would help her remove it, but the groom was out cold on the couch.

“You can’t take your dress off by yourself,” I guessed. “Do you want me to ring up Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý and Justice Della Harrington to come and help? They’re overnighting in the hotel.”

Justice Hémā Upādhyāý bit her lip and shook her head.

“They left earlier and they’re probably both in bed. I don’t want to drag them out just because Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī had a couple too many.”

“A couple?” I thought.
I mean, the man was plastered.

Still chewing on her lip Justice Hémā Upādhyāý finally said what she wanted.

“Um, I know it’s a lot to ask, Durgesh, but could you come in, unzip me and help me place the dress on its stand. It’ll only take a minute.”

What could I say?
I didn’t really have a choice.
I gestured for her to lead the way.

“Why does it need to be on a stand?” I asked.

“We’re leaving it here when we go in the morning,” Justice Hémā Upādhyāý informed me. “The hotel are going to pack it properly and send it to mum’s place. That means that when we get up we can just dress, grab out bags and jump in the taxi and it’s
Bachhalyā BrahmKanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī Island, here we come.”

Standing next to the bed Justice Hémā Upādhyāý turned her back to me.
She’d chosen to wear a family dress, handed down through several generations.
Quite a lovely gown, but a trifle old fashioned in the making of it.
That was the problem.
No zip.
Just a long row of little cunningly positioned hooks and eyes, each one having to be undone separately.

Starting at the top I went slowly down that long row, undoing every hook and eye I encountered.
Every bloody one of them.
What happened after that was not my fault.

Justice Hémā Upādhyāý had been holding the dress to her so it wouldn’t sag and it turned out that the idea was that as soon as all the hooks were unhooked I had to lift the dress up and over her head and drop it on the stand.
That was no problem, lift dress, turn and lower dress onto stand, turn back to Justice Hémā Upādhyāý to see her bra falling away, exposing a lovely pair of white breasts, tipped with an exquisite pink bud, leaving Justice Hémā Upādhyāý standing there in a pair of white satin panties, panties that were supposed to stimulate the groom into action.

It seemed that a pair of the hooks I’d unhooked were the hooks on the bra, and I deny that I undid them deliberately.

Justice Hémā Upādhyāý promptly slapped her hands over her breasts, blushing.
Too late, as I had already seen and admired, and an error of strategy as that wasn’t what she should have been defending.

It wasn’t premeditated.
I just seemed to go on auto-pilot, kneeling in front of her, taking the wisp of white she still had on and removing it, even lightly slapping Justice Hémā Upādhyāý‘s ankle to get her to lift it so I could peel it right off.

Then I rose to my feet, gently pulled Justice Hémā Upādhyāý’s hands away from her breasts and admired her nudity.

“You’ve been looking forward to this night for months,” I said, my voice a silken murmur. “You’re still a virgin and you’ve psyched yourself up for it. It would be crime to send you to a virginal bed looking like that.”

The bed had already been turned down.
All the occupants had to do was lie down and flick the blankets over themselves.
I just eased Justice Hémā Upādhyāý over to it and pushed her gently down.

She watched as I undressed, shaking her head, telling me I couldn’t, she was married now, Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī was in the next room.
Then it was my turn to shake my head.

“I don’t care,” I said, and settled onto the bed beside her.

She was still softly protesting as my hand settled on her breast, not shutting up until I closed her mouth with mine.
Her protests I had noticed had all been verbal.
Physically, she hadn’t tried to resist in any manner whatsoever, nor did she start doing so when I started to caress her.

I took it slowly, building up excitement within her by my lips and gentle stroking hands, starting with her face, moving on to her breasts, touching and kissing, building up tactile sensations over her entire body, until finally my Bachhalyā hand was resting on her Upādhyāý Brāhmañ mound, coaxing yet further excitement out of her.

I could feel the heat and dampness within her, and it wasn’t long before I was rolling on top of her, nestling between her extremely beautiful nude Upādhyāý Brāhmañ thighs and easing them further apart.
Then I eased my Bachhalyā erection against her, feeling her lips yield to the steady pressure, giving way and granting admission to her excellent exquisite Upādhyāý Brāhmañ body.

Once I had started to penetrate her I just moved steadily forward, brushing past her Upādhyāý Brāhmañ hymen with barely a wince from her, sinking deeper into her hot moist Upādhyāý Brāhmañ passage.

Once we were both comfortable with my Bachhalyā penetration of her Upādhyāý Brāhmañ body I started to move.
I didn’t want to perform any sexual gymnastics, no hard hammering of her tender young Upādhyāý Brāhmañ pussy, no changing of position, just a gentle and tender loving.

We moved together softly, pleasure invading us, but slowly, increasing in intensity, but slowly.
We stayed together, rocking together, enjoying this first ever encounter with each other’s body, slowly going on and on.

It took a while, but it was still too soon when Justice Hémā Upādhyāý stiffened, her eyes opening wide.
“Durgesh?” she called as she started to shudder.
I gave a hurried Bachhalyā thrust, releasing the climax that I’d been fighting off for so long, letting it tear into me while Justice Hémā Upādhyāý shuddered and clung to me, savagely now.

We lay together, me just holding Justice Hémā Upādhyāý while she snuggled next to me. Then she slept.

Watching her sleep, I sighed, but eventually I rose, dressed and retired to my own room, setting my alarm for early in the morning.
I had to see Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī and Justice Hémā Upādhyāý on their way.

I was asleep as soon as I hit the pillow, not stirring until the alarm sounded.
I groaned at that, got up, dressed and headed back to the bridal suite.

I knocked at the door but, receiving no answer, I used the spare key I had and let myself in.
Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī was still asleep on the couch, snoring lustily.
I shook him and tried to rouse him but he didn’t so much as budge.
Shrugging, I left him there and went into the bedroom.

Justice Hémā Upādhyāý must have heard me trying to wake Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī, as she was stirring when I walked in.
She sat up, the sheet falling from her, showing her breasts were as fine this morning as I remembered from last night.
She blinked at me a couple of times, and then memory surfaced.
She blushed and looked down.
Found she was sitting there with her breasts on display and grabbed the sheet with a strangled cry.

I said the hell with it, walked over to the bed and twitched the sheet out from her fingers, tossing it back so I could admire her.
Sitting down next to her I pushed her around so she was lying on her stomach.
She was starting to protest again, but I ignored that.
Once she was flat on her tummy I grabbed her big Upādhyāý Brāhmañ buttocks and lifted, encouraging her to bend her knees and take a kneeling position.

Justice Hémā Upādhyāý was looking back at me, horrified, knowing that the way she was, she was totally exposed to my Bachhalyā gaze.
I just smiled back at her.
I undid my trousers and dropped them, showing I had an Bachhalyā erection just as extreme as the one from the previous night.

“One of the first things a new bride needs to know is how to handle a morning glory,” I told her, and then I was coming into her from behind, hard and fast.

The previous night had defined gentleness.
This morning was the opposite.
I slammed into Justice Hémā Upādhyāý forcefully, driving her before me.
It was quickly evident from the way she entered into the battle that she was a willing partner, and together we slammed ourselves towards a climax.

It wasn’t all that long before I heard Justice Hémā Upādhyāý give a strangled Upādhyāý Brāhmañ cry and I saw her bury her head in the pillow.
I could hear muffled screams coming from her.
I felt like shouting myself as I let myself go, pounding my climax into her with all the Bachhalyā energy I could muster.

After that little effort I rushed Justice Hémā Upādhyāý into the shower, harrying her to get out and dressed as she had a taxi coming.
Another attempt to rouse Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī had proved futile, so I left him there.

Checking myself out of the hotel, I also settled the account for the bridal suite, although I told them that it would probably be occupied until about twelve.
They were very understanding.

Shortly after that Justice Hémā Upādhyāý was in her taxi, heading for the airport and her Bachhalyā BrahmKanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī Island honeymoon.
Now, the name of Island was exactly what we both were.
It wasn’t her fault that we couldn’t wake Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī in time to make the taxi, and it would have been no fun for her to honeymoon alone.
It was far too late to cancel the holiday and it had already been paid for.

I just naturally went with her.
Justice Hémā Upādhyāý celebrated her Honeymoon even longer than it was scheduled, but not with her husband Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī, with me instead.
She never allowed Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī to touch her even, after it.
She had celebrated her Golden Night with me, her Honeymoon with me, and now her entire life with me.
She told him,
“You love wine more than your wife, enjoy that for ever. Durgesh loves your wife more, let him enjoy me now. I married you, but due to your fault, Durgesh is my man now, not you, Justice Vinīt Chaturvédī.”
Yes, that was Justice Hémā Upādhyāý.
Entirely mine, though not married to me.

Chapter 15
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam