GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: SHŪDRASÝ TU SAVARÑAIV NĀNYĀ BHĀRYĀ VIDHĪYATÉ: 16

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

Previous Chapters

Chapter 16

Durgesh Kaikéyī Mukherjī
Dashrath Bhārgav

I smiled at Dashrath Bhārgav.
“But Dad, what’s wrong in it, even if I can’t return or enter Chaturvédī Brahm Ayodhyā Creations for fourteen years?”
Dashrath Bhārgav looked at me as if he had lost everything whatsoever he had.
“You should have asked Sumant why he was sent to bring you here, instead of any lady robot. Should you haven’t, Durgesh?”
Prime Minister, Sumant Chaturvédī, looked gravely at Dashrath Bhārgav.
Then he looked at me,
Durgesh, my dear boy, you are my son in law too. Aren’t you? I thought it was better to bring you myself here instead of some bloody lady robot that doesn’t have any human heart.”
Kaikéyī Mukherjī smiled cunningly.
“Son, Durgesh, your father in law, Dashrath Bhārgav is afraid of me very much that my son Bharat Chaturvédī may let me establish Communism here.”
Dashrath Bhārgav looked at me,
Param Purush, now even you can’t say I am wrong. You always favored Kaikéyī Mukherjī even on Kaushalyā Mukherjī and Sumitrā Chatterjī. Now you can see yourself what Kaikéyī Mukherjī is doing. I agree she could not influence you. But she could have certainly influenced Bharat Chaturvédī if we were not vigilant enough.”
Prime Minister, Sumant Chaturvédī, immediately seconded Dashrath Bhārgav,
“Mr. President is right, son. The first lady of Chaturvédī Brahm Ayodhyā Creations, Kaikéyī Mukherjī, does not deserve this honor. She has herself proved it now.”

I looked at Prime Minister, Sumant Chaturvédī, Dashrath Bhārgav and Kaikéyī Mukherjī, all the three present there with me.
I understood it very well that despite my continuous constant nonstop attempts, I could not replace Dashrath Bhārgav here as I had successfully in Bhārgav Brahm Ayodhyā Creations.
Dashrath Chaturvédī helped me there unknowingly in amending the ever ancient time cycle of ending Trétā Yug.
But Dashrath Bhārgav here, in Chaturvédī Brahm Ayodhyā Creations, was more prudent.
It was not easy to replace him.
Dashrath Bhārgav tried to save me here more prudently, even at his own cost.
The problem was his less knowledge and experiences that he could not help.
He was more prudent than Dashrath Chaturvédī.
Even his intensions were better.
But due to these better intensions themselves, he had, he never tried to protect himself.
He tried to protect me instead.
Even then, it was better Dashrath Bhārgav was not in panic or depression as my original body, projected from my Kashyap body was in the ending Trétā Yug.
“Dad, Ārý Sumant, I brought Justice Hémā Bhārgav back to Bhārgav Brahm Ayodhyā Creations and successfully changed the time cycle there. Hémā Bhārgav helped me there successfully because President Dashrath Bhārgav was prudent enough to let his daughters study the time cycle of ending Trétā Yug.”
Dashrath Bhārgav smiled ruefully,
“No, my son, my son in law, it was not actually my prudence that helped you there. It was Padminī Bhārgav’s prudence instead that you always criticize as being a communal prudence.”
“Oh, come on, Dad, Mr. President, there are infinite Brahm Ayodhyā Creations now. The ever devotional traditional Brāhmañs are keeping the time cycle of ending Trétā Yug alive projecting it ever more everywhere than any other society.”
Prime Minister, Sumant Chaturvédī, interrupted,
“Pardon me, Vats Durgesh, you almost always blame us traditional Brāhmañs for keeping alive the projections of ending Trétā Yug in almost entire infinite Creations. But tell me one thing. Even if your theory is correct, aren’t our infinite Brāhmañ Creations better than the non Brāhmañ Creations, even if there is chaos here? Aren’t the non Brāhmañ Creations facing even worse chaos than we are? Yes, my childhood friend, President Dashrath Bhārgav couldn’t stop our first lady Kaikéyī Mukherjī from sending you in exile here, but he has successfully helped you here in attaining your Svarūpé Avasthānam, hasn’t he?”
“Of course, Dad, Prime Minister, Ārý Sumant, but is that enough?”*

Kaikéyī Mukherjī looked at Prime Minister, Sumant Chaturvédī, cunningly.
Ārý Sumant, you don’t need to answer Durgesh here. If you really want to answer him and discuss this ‘very important’ matter any further, please leave Chaturvédī Brahm Ayodhyā Creations with him too for as many days as it is necessary for you. Don’t worry, you can return to Chaturvédī Brahm Ayodhyā whenever you want to. At present, I don’t want to listen to any more discussion between Durgesh and you.”
Dashrath Bhārgav whirled furiously at his Prime Minister, Sumant Chaturvédī,
Sumant, my ever best childhood friend, can’t you see she is afraid of herself?”
“Afraid of herself, Mr. President?” Prime Minister, Sumant Chaturvédī, looked at Dashrath Bhārgav quite surprised.
“Sure, certainly, why not?” Dashrath Bhārgav said sarcastically, “Your first lady, Kaikéyī Mukherjī, knows very well that it’s not Rām Chaturvédī she had brought up here. He has attained his Svarūpé Avasthānam now.”
Svarūpé Avasthānam, hell,” Kaikéyī Mukherjī laughed smirking Dashrath Bhārgav, “You have simply kidnapped my son, Rām Chaturvédī, and Durgesh has taken his place. That’s why my husband Dashrath Chaturvédī was sent to Bhārgav Brahm Ayodhyā Creations and you were brought here. What do you think, Kaikéyī Mukherjī was born yesterday? I want Durgesh in exile from Chaturvédī Brahm Ayodhyā Creations, not because I want my son Bharat Chaturvédī to head Chaturvédī Brahm Ayodhyā Creations, but because I want to destroy HVSI Creations’s conspiracy against us traditional Brāhmañ Creations.”

Dashrath Bhārgav knew very well who was to be exiled actually.
Durgesh was almost in every household of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations.
Entire infinite Brahm Ayodhyā Creations were not out of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations.
If Kaikéyī Mukherjī really wanted to exile Durgesh from Chaturvédī Brahm Ayodhyā Creations, it served no purpose at all.
Durgesh was still there in almost every household.
So what was actually Kaikéyī Mukherjī after?
Did she really believe in what she claimed?
She really believed Rām Chaturvédī hadn’t attained any Svarūpé Avasthānam?
There wasn’t any Svarūpé Avasthānam at all?
It was only some ingenious political strategy of the Vedic Monotheist Hindus and the ever shrewdest Bachhalyās?
But even Pātanjal Yogdarshanam talks of Svarūpé Avasthānam.
Dashrath Bhārgav married his daughter Sītā Bhārgav with Rām Chaturvédī.
If Rām Chaturvédī is really kidnapped, is his daughter now wife of Durgesh, instead of Rām Chaturvédī?
Dashrath Bhārgav knows very well he hasn’t kidnapped Rām Chaturvédī.
How the hell can he?

Kaushalyā Bhārgav was stunned.
“What? Kaikéyī Mukherjī has asked for your exile from Dashrath Bhārgav, for fourteen years? But how can she?”
“I damn care, Mātr’shrī.” I said in my Rām Chaturvédī body, “I am going.”
“Rām, it’s not Trétā Yug now. Neither you are Lord Rām.”

Sītā Mithiléshvarī Rāvañi entered there smiling,
“He was himself Lord Rām, mātéshvarī,”
Sītā Mithiléshvarī Rāvañi,” Kaushalyā Bhārgav said somewhat exasperated, “It was only a political strategy our Jan Pravād Vibhāg, our rumors section spread everywhere prudently to take advantage of it and you know it. You are yourself not born in any non-political family.”
Sītā Mithiléshvarī Rāvañi Bhārgav smiled ironically,
Svarñ Lankéshvar Brahm Samrāŧ Rāvañ Paulastý Bhārgav? He had abandoned me, mātéshvarī.”
“Forget it, Putrī, daughter in law,” Kaushalyā Bhārgav said, “Brother Svarñ Lankéshvar Brahm Samrāŧ Rāvañ Paulastý Bhārgav has declared now that it was only his political strategy then, to get rid of some political problems he was facing then.”
“Mātéshvarī,” Sītā Mithiléshvarī Rāvañi Bhārgav smiled ironically, “I have come here to take you with us.”
Kaushalyā Bhārgav was surprised immensely,
“Where, Sītā?”
“Wherever Durgesh is going in his Rām Chaturvédī body.”
Sītā, I can’t leave Chaturvédī Brahm Ayodhyā, and you know it.”
“No, I don’t know,” Sītā Mithiléshvarī Rāvañi Bhārgav said doggedly, stubbornly, “will you please tell me kindly, mother, why the hell can’t you leave this bloody wretched Chaturvédī Brahm Ayodhyā? What the hell is here for you? You are not even first lady here.”
I looked at Sītā Mithiléshvarī Rāvañi Bhārgav.
In her original physical body we were in Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog.
It was her projected etheric body.*

Laxmañ Chaturvédī was doggedly against it,
“No, Bhaiyā, we won’t leave. We have to destroy, to amend this bloody wretched time cycle.”
“I never told you to leave your fatherland, Laxmañ,” I smiled.
“You know me better, Brother, Bhrātr’shrī. I was never a nationalist, confined to my nation only. Of course, I love my nation, even more than the so called nationalists do. Who the damnfool says Vibhīshañ didn’t love Lankā? It’s only the ever unjust anti-Hindu anti-human interpretation of our ever human Hindu history.”
“Laxmañ,”
“The ever anti human nationalists that always want to spread their legs out of their own confined nation, and want to attack other nations inhumanly, use this disguise to fulfill their own dirty wretched vested selfish interests.”
“I’m proud of you, Laxmañ.” I was overwhelmed, “Now, I believe your own Svarūpé Avasthānam has itself occurred, almost completely.”
“Well,” my younger brother in my Rām Chaturvédī body, Laxmañ Chaturvédī, hesitated somewhat, “I don’t think so, brother. I think the process is still continued.”
“You don’t think you are Laxmañ originally, even now?”
“No, brother. I think I’m Prakāsh instead, originally.”
“I see,” Urmilā Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav looked at her Chaturvédī Brāhmañ husband, Laxmañ Chaturvédī, then she looked at me, “Bhaiyā, Brother, my theory is correct.”
“What?” Laxmañ Chaturvédī almost jumped, “I’m becoming Sarvochch Brahmarshi, Om Prakāsh? Brother, Bharat Chaturvédī is becoming Financial Administrator of HVSI Creations, Ved Prakāsh?”*

Mantharā Bhārgav was shrewd enough that she managed Urmilā Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav not only to romance with me, but even make love to me, when she was not married to Laxmañ Chaturvédī.
It was in my original Durgesh body.
I never knew then that I was Rām Chaturvédī too, originally, Laxmañ Chaturvédī was Prakāsh originally and Bharat Chaturvédī was Ved Prakāsh originally.
I didn’t only love Urmilā Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav but we even made love with each other.
Urmilā Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav, naturally revolted when her father, Kushdhvaj Bhārgav, informed her to marry with Laxmañ Chaturvédī.
“What the hell, Dad, Pitr’shrī, how can I? You know I love Durgesh, he is my boyfriend. Yet you…”
“Well, I told President Dashrath Chaturvédī,” President Kushdhvaj Bhārgav, Sankāshý Bhārgav Creations smiled, “He is thorough gentleman. Neither President Dashrath Chaturvédī, nor his ever righteous son, Laxmañ Chaturvédī, has any objection. They understand it’s normal nowadays that…”
“Well, I have objection and it’s not normal for me.” Urmilā Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav interrupted her father, furiously.
President Kushdhvaj Bhārgav, Sankāshý Bhārgav Creations, smiled patiently.
He knew it was not an easy task.
Sītā Mithiléshvarī Rāvañi decided too late.
She wasn’t as modern as to have any boyfriend, but his daughters, Māndavī Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav, Urmilā Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav and Shrutkīrti Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav never lived in Trétā Yug, as Sītā Mithiléshvarī Rāvañi Bhārgav did.
She imitated almost everything Brahm Jagdambā Sītā Rāvañi Paulastý did.
Māndavī Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav, Urmilā Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav, and Shrutkīrti Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav, all the three were my own girlfriends in my original Durgesh body and we had sex also.
All the four of us.*

Not only Prime Minister, Sumant Chaturvédī, but even Sītā Mithiléshvarī Rāvañi Bhārgav and Laxmañ Chaturvédī marveled at the inside of the unique spaceship especially designed for me only.
There were similar spaceships that were especially designed for, Prakāsh, Ved Prakāsh, Udaý and Shlésh.
The ships were named ‘Sarvochch Brahmarshi’, ‘Arth Prashāsak’, ‘Brahmarshi 3’ and ‘Brahmarshi 4’.
Only the man, the ship was especially designed for, could pilot it, none else.
The Spaceship was not new however to anyone of us.
Even Prime Minister, Sumant Chaturvédī, had traveled in it with me and his numerous Chaturvédī Brāhmañ Brahm Jagdambā daughters.
However, these Spaceships needed seven ashvinātam pairs too, one ashvinātar pair and at least two normal ashvinā pairs more.
These ten pairs supplied these Spaceships the required Bio Electricity duly converted into EV diamagnetic force.
The utilization of space was ingenious.
Padminī Bhārgav had asked.
“Can’t even HVSI design such a Spaceship without any necessity of ashvinātam pairs?”
I had laughed,
“Ask or suggest it to Prakāsh. I never interfere with production in any manner whatsoever. The communists did it irrevocably erroneously and lost their administrative powers within 72 years only. I never want to repeat what the damnfools did.

Chapter 17
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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


GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: SHŪDRASÝ TU SAVARÑAIV NĀNYĀ BHĀRYĀ VIDHĪYATÉ: 15

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

Previous Chapters

Chapter 15

Durgesh Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī
Durgesh Padminī Bhārgav
Durgesh Kaushalyā Bhārgav
Durgesh Kaushalyā Chaturvédī
Durgesh Justice Hémā Bhārgav
Durgesh Kaikéyī Bhārgav

I suddenly realized it was the same time slot almost.
Yes, there were some things that were not the same.
But Kālchakr, Time Cycle, never repeated itself exactly.
It always faced new Prativād, new resistance.
“You are sure it is Kaikéyī that wants to see me before I do anything?” I asked Justice Hémā Bhārgav.
She smiled at me.
Durgesh, you would haven’t brought me here, forcing me to resign from my judicial post, if you were not sure that I can deal with these situations.”
“You are right,” I smiled at Justice Hémā Bhārgav too.
Rām was still waiting for my instructions.
“Okay,” I looked at my son, “you don’t worry. Let me deal with it as I think it’s more effective.”
“What should I do?” Rām looked at me.
“You just prepare yourself as Brahmarshi Vasishŧh has told you to. Hémā has been fully prepared by me to deal with the situation. I already suspected it was the same time slit projecting itself. Hémā, you guide Rām as you are guided by me.”
Justice Hémā Bhārgav looked at Rām.
“Okay, Rām, come with me.”*

As I had anticipated, Kaikéyī Bhārgav was waiting for me in our own bedroom.
They all were Brahm Padminīs.
Despite my repeated instructions to her, Padminī Bhārgav never realized it was the same time slit that was projecting itself on Bhārgav Brahm Ayodhyā Creations now.
“You are trying to get rid of your new infinite Brahm Padminī wives and I am determined I’d never let you.” Padminī Bhārgav said furiously.

Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī looked at her gravely,
“Don’t be silly, Padminī Bhārgav, can’t you see it yourself? It’s Bhārgav Brahm Ayodhyā Creations. Yet, its President was Dashrath Chaturvédī, not Dashrath Bhārgav. Why not?”
“Why not?” Padminī Bhārgav flared.
“Because Dashrath Bhārgav isn’t as stupid as Dashrath Chaturvédī is.”
“Nonsense,”
Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī patiently pushed her gorgeous Chakrvartī Brāhmañ buttocks into my genetically Hindu Bachhalyā male lap and swallowed my entire genetically Bachhalyā Lund into her Chakrvartī Brāhmañ Choot.
Dashrath Bhārgav is a prudent man relatively.” Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī said, “He was always the President of Bhārgav Brahm Ayodhyā Creations. Yet, it is the first time I succeeded in bringing my candidate in power here, even if it was not a Bhārgav.”
“And that’s the reason we are facing this damn situation,” Padminī Bhārgav said bitterly, “but you’d never admit it, neither your blindly loving you, over democratic husband, Durgesh. I know.”
Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī laughed,
Blindly loving me? Padminī Bhārgav, I could never understand why the hell you are so jealous of me.”
“Never?” Padminī Bhārgav said bitterly, “Haven’t you dissolved almost your entire identity into what Durgesh wants you to do?”
Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī smiled,
“Of course, and why shouldn’t I? That’s my idea of being a good wife. I love to do what Durgesh wants me to do.”
“Even if it’s detrimental to us Brāhmañs?”
Padminī Bhārgav, we are traditional Brāhmañs only.” Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī said bitterly, “Our scriptures never praise genetic Brāhmañs. Brāhmañ is a human nature that’s never satisfied without knowing anything s/he wants/needs to know for the welfare of entire humankind:
Chāturvarñyam mayā sr’shŧam guñkarmvibhāgashah,
Tasý kartāramapi mām viddhyakartāramavyayam
.’”*

Kaikéyī Bhārgav looked at me,
“So you are determined now that you would make me the ever despised historical Kaikéyī that was Lord Rām’s stepmother?”
I looked at her gravely.
“Don’t you know me better, Kaikéyī ?”
Kaikéyī Bhārgav.” She amended me.
Kaikéyī Bhārgav.” I accepted her amendment.
“Why was it necessary that as soon as Bharat went to Bhārgav Kékaý Creations, his maternal grandparents, the elections here are declared?”
“I think the original Ayodhyā time slit is projecting here. I had warned you already, didn’t I?”
“Isn’t Bharat your real son, Durgesh?” Kaikéyī Bhārgav’s eyes were suddenly filled with tears now, “Didn’t we have pre-marital love affair? Wasn’t I impregnated by yourself?”
Kaikéyī,” I raised my hand, “you are playing right in the hands of the bloody time slit of the ending Trétā Yug, Trétā era. You married Dashrath Chaturvédī despite my repeated warnings.”
“Well, he never touched me.”
“That’s not the point, Kaikéyī. And you know it.”
“Aren’t you somewhat over afraid of your Kālchakr, time cycle theory?”
Over afraid? Are you crazy? Didn’t you marry Dashrath Chaturvédī despite my repeated warnings? Didn’t your friend Mantharā Bhārgav too marry Dashrath Chaturvédī despite the fact she never loved him? Didn’t you named our son Bharat despite my suggestion that it may strengthen the Trétāyugīn Ayodhyā time cycle? And tell me honestly, isn’t it a fact that your friend Mantharā Bhārgav has suggested you to call me despite you knew I was in conference with Rām Bhārgav, my son from Kaushalyā Bhārgav?”*

Kaushalyā Bhārgav never appreciated original Kaushalyā, Lord Rām’s mother.
“She should have revolted against the conspiracy of Kaikéyī and Mantharā. Sumitrā would have easily joined her. I can understand why Lord Rām didn’t revolt against his father, but why not Kaushalyā and Sumitrā? Even Gurumātā Arundhatī would have joined them.”

Kaushalyā Chaturvédī had laughed.
“I agree with you, Kaushalyā Bhārgav, she was a wife more than she was a mother. Lord Rām may be justified that he obeyed his father, but not his mother Kaushalyā. Even if her husband was handicapped with his promise to Kaikéyī, Kaushalyā was not.”
“She wasn’t even a good wife,” Kaushalyā Bhārgav said.
“Well, I don’t think so. She kept silence because she didn’t want to increase her husband’s problems.”
Kaushalyā Bhārgav looked at Kaushalyā Chaturvédī with immense surprise,
“What the hell are you talking, Kaushalyā Chaturvédī? She had saved even her husband’s life if she had called Gurumātā Arundhatī Vasishŧh and Sumitrā to revolt against Kaikéyī.”
Kaushalyā Chaturvédī’s beautiful eyes suddenly brightened.
“You are right, Kaushalyā Bhārgav. I think she was not even a good wife. If she had just used Sumitrā’s loyalty to her properly, Gurumātā Arundhatī Vasishŧh’s sincerity and the ever loyal subject of Ayodhyā to Lord Rām, she wouldn’t have only stopped successfully the exile of her son, but could have saved her husband’s life as well.”

Kaushalyā Chaturvédī was the closest friend Kaushalyā Bhārgav had.
Dashrath Chaturvédī was so obsessed with Kaushalyā Bhārgav’s exquisite feminine charms that he always tried to be where his sister, Kaushalyā Chaturvédī was with Kaushalyā Bhārgav.
It did not get long to Kaushalyā Bhārgav to understand that her best friend’s twin brother loved her immensely.
Kaushalyā Bhārgav could not keep her disapproval of it from her best friend, Kaushalyā Chaturvédī.
Kaushalyā Chaturvédī,” she smiled at Kaushalyā Chaturvédī, “your brother is in love with me. Tell him not to be a damn fool. I love Durgesh.”
Kaushalyā Chaturvédī too smiled at Kaushalyā Bhārgav,
“He says he is watching you for a long time. Only you are interested in Durgesh. Durgesh is never interested in you.”
“I see. So I should marry your damn fool brother Dashrath Chaturvédī? Nonsense.” Kaushalyā Bhārgav was furious.
Kaushalyā Chaturvédī smiled.
“My brother, Dashrath Chaturvédī, has already talked about you with our parents. They have even approached to your parents, Kaushalyā Bhārgav.”
Kaushalyā Bhārgav was dumbfounded.
She didn’t know Dashrath Chaturvédī was so seriously in love with her.*

She remembered when once Kaushalyā Chaturvédī and she, Kaushalyā Bhārgav herself, were lovemaking with me.
They both had decided to rape me, ultimately.
Kaushalyā Chaturvédī was horrified.
Kaushalyā Bhārgav, are you crazy?”
“The Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies have made Durgesh too much proud. He thinks he doesn’t have any obligation to us Brāhmañ Beauties. He has completely forgotten that basically we Brāhmañ Beauties are made for himself if he is really Param Purush as he claims to be.”
Kaushalyā Chaturvédī always enjoyed this concept very much that the entire Brāhmañ Beauties were basically made for me, and for no one else.
They fucked me nonstop one by one for entire one week.
I was surprised immensely.
They both were Brahm Padminīs and as such, they never needed that much sex.
Sex was their almost infinitesimal need.
That’s why when Padminī Bhārgav proposed Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act, even Brāhmañ Creations passed it without any great objection.
Their Brāhmañ husbands themselves were already crazy to get rid of them.
Their Brahm Padminī wives were extremely beautiful, even beyond imagination, but they were too delicate to be handled roughly even somewhat.
Moreover, they were the ever coldest women that required too much foreplay before consummating actual action.
Countless of them ejaculated even in foreplay itself leaving their husbands almost entirely unsatisfied.
The most of the remnants even ejaculated as soon as their husbands entered them.
Even the rest of them didn’t last as much as their husbands get satisfied sexually.
They were very good wives, otherwise, but never sexually.
Padminī Bhārgav had studied it carefully and cunningly planned to solve the problem with Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act.
She said the Brāhmañ husbands of their Brahm Padminī wives would be suitably compensated with Musalmān wives from Musalmān Creations.
She had already signed such a treaty with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
“But what about our children?” Dashrath Bhārgav had asked, “Wouldn’t they lose their real mothers in this way? The stepmothers would be stepmothers after all.”
Padminī Bhārgav had looked at him.
“Don’t be silly, Dashrath Bhārgav. I always promoted you, not only because you are my real younger brother. You are more prudent than the rest of the garbage instead.”
Dashrath Bhārgav laughed.
“Watch your language, Dīdī. You are calling most of the Brāhmañ mankind garbage.”
Because they are,” Padminī Bhārgav said bitterly, “Their enemies spread the virtues of celibacy among them and they stupidly surrender to it. They call it, ‘Brahmcharý’. Nonsense, countless of them are even reviving ‘Narkasý dwāram iyam nārī’ slogan.”
Dashrath Bhārgav smiled cunningly,
“Where in any Ved is it written? Are Brāhmañs leaving Ved practically to the Bachhalyās and Vedic Monotheist Hindus only? What about that Ved instructs:
Imām nārīm sukr’té dadhāt
Indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat
Sā vishvāyuh sā vishvkarmā sā vishvdhāyāh. Indrasý tvā bhāgagvong soménātanachmi vishño havyagvong rax’.
Narkasý dwāram iyam nārī isn’t a Ved Mantr, but all the three I quoted, are.”*

Kaikéyī Bhārgav looked at me gravely,
“Who the hell thinks our son, Rām Bhārgav is a suitable candidate of HVSI Bhārgav Brahm Ayodhyā Creations? Is he crazy? Doesn’t Rām Bhārgav deserve more?”
Kaushalyā Bhārgav entered there suddenly.
“You called me, Kaikéyī ?”
Kaikéyī Bhārgav stood in Kaushalyā Bhārgav’s reverence.
“Yes, Dīdī, come on. Please be seated. Our ever anti Brāhmañ Bachhalyā husband has evaluated our son, Rām Bhārgav. I wanted your presence when I discuss it with him.”
Kaushalyā Bhārgav smiled.
Kaikéyī Bhārgav, please, I was on Hyperspace EV Cam with Bharat. We have decided already Rām is your responsibility, not mine.”
“Dīdī, you must take interest at least in our present politics.”
“That’s what I’m doing, Kaikéyī. Bharat represents me in politics, not Rām. He represents you.”
“That’s why I have called you. Durgesh has declared elections here while your representative in politics is not even here.”
Mantharā Bhārgav smiled cunningly.
Kaushalyā Bhārgav Dīdī, Durgesh prefers Rām on Bharat.”
“That’s because you forget you are too a Brahm Padminī, Mantharā Bhārgav.” Kaushalyā Bhārgav smiled ingeniously.
Kaikéyī Bhārgav laughed.
I was fucking every one of them though not in the same sex positions.
Kaikéyī Bhārgav and Mantharā Bhārgav both were lying side by side.
Their nude legs were on my shoulders, while Kaushalyā Bhārgav was still my Bhārgav Brahmghođī, my Bhārgav Brahmmare.
Sumitrā Bhārgav was straddling me, while I was lying on my back.
It was a Hyper Trimensional however.
None of them was actually present there except Kaikéyī Bhārgav and me.*

The seven Mithiléshvarīs regarded Sītā Brahm Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav each in her own way.
Brahm Mithilā Creations was actually a large federal sector of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations.
“I can’t believe even Rām Chandr Chaturvédī has surrendered. How he was against Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act.”
Chaturvédī Brāhmañ Creations is one of the largest federal sector of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations.” Sītā Mithiléshvarī Joshī said, “They were constantly using their hyperspace media against Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act. And now, they have simply surrendered. Hell.”
“I had told you.” Sītā Mithiléshvarī Chatterjī smiled cunningly, “Dashrath Chaturvédī was a coward. He could do anything to get the Presidency of Bhārgav Brahm Ayodhyā Creations. Padminī Bhārgav let even Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī’s candidate win on her own candidate because Dashrath Chaturvédī had promised to vote for Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act.”
“The most objectionable provision of the Act is that it declares as soon as a Brahm Padminī attains majority, as soon as she is eighteen, she is automatically a Brahm Jagdambā. No separate marriage ceremony is even needed.” Sītā Mithiléshvarī Āyangar laughed bitterly.
“I can’t believe I’m only eighteen yet I am a wife of a sixty four years old Bachhalyā.” Sītā Mithiléshvarī Chaturvédī was furious. He can start his damn Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog with me whenever the hell he wants.”
“President Janak Mithiléshvar Chaturvédī didn’t say anything?” Sītā Mithiléshvarī Āyangar looked at Sītā Mithiléshvarī Chaturvédī sympathetically.
Sītā Mithiléshvarī Chaturvédī blurted,
“Didn’t say anything? He is all praise for Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act. All his Sunaynās were Brahm Padminīs. Even my own mother Sunaynā Pandit was too. He was fed up of all of them.”
“Fed up of all of them?” Sītā Brahm Mithiléshvarī Bhārgav was furious, “Why? Did anybody compel him ever to marry his Brahm Padminī Sunaynās?”
All of them smiled bitterly.
“Their ever fantastic Brahm Padminī beauty made him marry all of them one by one blindly.” Sītā Mithiléshvarī Chaturvédī said, “But soon his blind thirst for their ever fantastic Brahm Padminī beauty quenched when he found practically that none of them lasted as long on the bed as he could be even satisfied sexually somewhat. His entire enthusiasm for them gradually vanished ultimately.”*

I looked at Kaikéyī Bhārgav quite surprised.
“Kaikéyī Bhārgav, I never promised you I’d fulfill your any two wishes even against Ved, Hinduism, humanity, justice and Democracy even.”
“What the hell are you talking, Durgesh?” Kaikéyī Bhārgav had as if fallen from sky, “Are you telling me you won’t fulfill my two wishes you promised me yourself?”
“Tell me one thing, Kaikéyī Bhārgav,” I asked her patiently, “Why the hell we participated in that Dévāsur Sangrām, that Crusade, that Al Jihād fil Islam fī sabīlillāh, that Holy War, that Dharmyuddh?”
“Because Bachhalyā Dév Chakrvartī, Indr Bachhalyā, needed our help. The Asur traditional Brāhmañs were fighting against him and the other Bachhalyā dévs.”
“Wasn’t Indr Bachhalyā a Vishishŧ Brahm? Aren’t most of the Bachhalyās Vishishŧ Brahms themselves?”
Kaikéyī Bhārgav looked at me sternly.
“You have changed the subject, Durgesh, quite successfully. I never thought you’d ever use your Diplomacy even on me.”
“Neither I.” I smiled.
“What do you mean?”
“Wasn’t it always understood that I would never do anything against Ved, Hinduism, humanity, justice and Democracy even when I promised to fulfill your two wishes? Of course you saved my life then, but if my life was so precious to me that I wanted it to save even against Ved, Hinduism, humanity, justice and Democracy, why would have I participated ab initio in that Dévāsur Sangrām, that Crusade, that Al Jihād fil Islam fī sabīlillāh, that Holy War, that Dharmyuddh?”

Kaikéyī Bhārgav looked at me incredulously.
“I can’t believe, Durgesh, you are refusing me now to grant my two wishes.”
“I never did any such thing, Kaikéyī Bhārgav.” I said gravely, “You saved my life from those Asur traditional Brāhmañs. I owe my life to you. You can take my life still now. But my Hindutv is something far greater than my life even. I don’t owe my Hindutv to you.”
“I never claimed you do. Moreover, I know every Hindu loves his/her Hindutv even more than his/her life. He/she would die gladly instead, if he/she were ever compelled to act against it.”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For acknowledging our dedication to humanity, rationalism, justice and prosperity.”
“I don’t think your Hindutv is really your dedication to humanity, rationalism, justice and prosperity.”
“Well, that’s what we Vedic Monotheist Hindus think it is. If you don’t think it is so, I’d be glad to discuss it with you.”
“I didn’t send my lady robot to you to discuss your Hindutv.”
“Oh, yes,” I smiled innocently, “why did you?”
“You have come here even after my lady robot returned to me entire five hour ago.”
“Oh, yes. My robots told me that.”
“And you tolerated my request that I needed to see you immediately?”
I looked at her gravely.
“My robots investigated it thoroughly, Kaikéyī Bhārgav, and they decided it wasn’t any emergency actually that you needed to see me immediately. They decided it was only because your friend, Mantharā Bhārgav, had advised you to interrupt my clandestine meeting with Rām.”
“And you couldn’t let me interrupt it?”
“No.”
“Am I not your wife? Haven’t I marry you despite my entire traditional Brāhmañ society was against it?”
“You married me?” I smiled ironically at her, “Did you? Really? Kaikéyī Bhārgav, you married Dashrath Chaturvédī instead. Didn’t you?”

Chapter 16
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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


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

Previous Chapters

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