VED NAGAR: 62

Midterm 2012

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Volume 2

Ved Nagar

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 62

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Imām Muħammad Ħasan

Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd
Durgesh Al Safiyah Al Ghaus

The Seminar

Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā ascended the bench.
“This is the matter of the conservator for the estate of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.” He said, “The Court stated at the time of making the order that the Court might require additional evidence from time to time and was keeping the matter open.
“The Court now wants to hear additional evidence. Mr. Durgesh, you are fucking both the parties now. You have claimed you have something to present?”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd smiled at Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
I was fucking both of them.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was smiling cunningly.
Yet, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was too quite confident.
After all, I was fucking Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd too.
She knew very well until now, none could harm her in any way whatsoever when she is in my nude Hindu lap and I was fucking her.
She didn’t know if her Panjvaqtah Namāz really made her genital organ a rheostat or not.
She didn’t know either if my Stavans really made my Uncut Hindu Cock an electromagnetic bar magnet or not.
But she knew she was actually insurmountable when she had my Uncut Hindu Cock into her ardent Musalmān Cunt.
How?
Neither she could explain it beyond all reasonable doubt nor she damn cared.
Why the hell should she?
Let Durgesh explain.
Isn’t he practically her husband now?

I looked gravely at Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā,
“I do have to present something, your honor.”
“Witness or affidavits?”
“I have an affidavit from my Live in relationship partner, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, the niece of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim. It states that up to three months ago, when she was persuaded to take a long ocean voyage, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was in good mental health and in possession of all of his faculties. Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, my Live in relationship partner now, left Al Muħammad Al Qāsim in his house. Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s half/real brother was visiting Al Muħammad Al Qāsim then with his wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, now my another Live in relationship partner. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s two sisters, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim with her husband Vikram Bachhalyā and Al Lubnā Al Qāsim with her husband Pratāp Bachhalyā were also visiting him at the same time. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s daughter, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim was too there with her husband, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.”
I paused for a moment, looked at Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, surveyed the audience, and went on,
“Your honor, I have another affidavit from Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah, of the Anjuman-e-Islamiyah Bank. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim has kept his account there for many years. In his affidavit, Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah has stated that in his opinion, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim is thoroughly competent; that he has always shown good business judgment in handling all of his affairs; that his properties have grown in value over the years; that he has made shrewd business investments; that my Live in relationship partner, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, has always had his best interests at heart and has made a very efficient manager.
“This affidavit of Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah, further states that from the moment Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was persuaded to take a trip, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs started nosing around, trying to get information about Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s personal financial affairs, trying to wheedle information out of the bank on the pretext that Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was ill.
“The affidavit states that Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah called Al Muħammad Al Qāsim on the phone and that Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s manner was perfectly normal and his business judgment very sound.
“On the strength of the showing I am about to make, your honor, I suggest that the conservatorship be vacated; or, if there is any necessity for a conservator, that Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, who has now returned from her trip, is much better qualified to act conservator than is Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
“And as a part of my showing, I desire to call the present conservator, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, as a witness.”*

Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled in my lap.
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā frowned down at Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
He was especially requested by his government, United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations Government to deal with this legal problem.
“But, your Excellency,” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā had protested to Padminī Bhārgav, “Ved Nagar is not our jurisdiction.”
“You are especially requested by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself to deal with this case, Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā,” Padminī Bhārgav pushed her ever gorgeous ever attractive ever white ever pink Bhārgav Brāhmañ female buttocks into my nude Hindu male Bachhalyā lap and swallowed my entire Bachhalyā Lund into her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Cunt, “The firm legal attitude you have shown in the cases on Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act have made you one of the most popular legal mind that put the constitutional supremacy paramount in his decisions.”
“I thank you, Bhārgav Brahm Jagdambā,” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā controlled himself.
He always hated dirty politics and even dirtier politicians.
That was why he was still a judge, while even his wives and sisters were at least Justices in various high courts of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations.
But his latest attitude towards his own Brahm Padminī wives on Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act has made him so popular everywhere that almost every government now wanted his judicial services.
Padminī Bhārgav had herself honored him personally and promoted him directly to the Chief Justice of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations.
He was also nominated for the Āpt Sadan, the House of Excellence of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations.
He was suddenly declared the ever best legal mind United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations had.
“Congratulations,” Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý put her nude Bhaŧŧāchārý Brāhmañ legs on my shoulders and congratulated him, “you are being reimbursed now for your Brahm Padminī wives you so righteously surrendered to Durgesh without even a single protest whatsoever.”
“It was my duty, Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā,” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā said cautiously, “thank you, however.”
“Her next movement will be Brahm Chitrañī Brahm Jagdambā Movement,” Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý said, “prepare yourself to surrender your Brahm Chitrañī wives too, to Durgesh. You’ll get promoted to even the Chief Justice of Multiversal Supreme Court.”
“Then it would be Brahm Shankhinī Brahm Jagdambā movement, and ultimately it would be Brahm Hastinī Brahm Jagdambā movement too.” Justice Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý too laughed sarcastically, “Padminī Bhārgav wants every Brāhmañ Beauty to be a Brahm Jagdambā ultimately. She wants Brāhmañ Muslimāt Durgesh Brahm Jagdambā Social System here in United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations. She is against even Bachhalyā BrahmKanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī Social System as it exists today.”
“And even our ever humane husband Durgesh is supporting his ever faithful Bhārgav Brāhmañ wife, Padminī Bhārgav, in this matter. It would end the ever unconquerable political supremacy of the Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus can easily replace the Bachhalyās in the Multiversal Politics.” Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý said curtly, “Durgesh is dreaming of amending the ever persistent time slot of Brāhm Kalp.”
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā smiled politely,
“And what about then, of Infinite BrāhmKalp Movement ?”*

Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý squirmed in nude Bachhalyā male lap and squeezed her Bhaŧŧāchārý Brāhmañ vaginal muscles around my ever strong ever utmost powerful Bachhalyā Lund.
I hated to use Bachhalyā BrahmKanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī Bījāxars.
But couldn’t do anything about it.
The eternal Multiversal scientific system of time cycle had digested Bachhalyā BrahmKanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī Bījāxars in ever first Brāhm Kalp.
Almost infinite Brāhm Kalp had passed now with these Bachhalyā BrahmKanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī Bījāxars repeated endlessly.
Now, it was not easy to change these Bachhalyā BrahmKanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī Bījāxars without disturbing the entire time cycle of almost ever infinite Brāhm Kalp.
Infinite BrāhmKalp Movement ?” Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý smiled sarcastically, “That’s not Durgesh’s problem. Ask Padminī Bhārgav about it.”
I pushed my Bachhalyā Lund deepest into Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý’s Bhaŧŧāchārý Brāhmañ Cunt.
“Sālī,” I said under my breath acidly, “you were against Padminī Bhārgav, you said.”
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý laughed cunningly.*

Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched every person present in the Seminar.
“I welcome every one of you here in the Seminar. I hope we have successfully deceived our opponents that we are here on the Yacht to discuss a disputed business matter of an island, not to attend this Seminar.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan raised her hand.
“Yes, you want to ask something?” Imām Muħammad Ħasan looked at her.
“Only one thing, Abbū. Why the hell we are so afraid of our opponents?”*

Imām Muħammad Ħasan patiently looked at his daughter.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, we are not afraid of anyone. We want not to urge the ever blood thirsty animals to massacre a large number of innocent persons once more.”
We have already cuckolded them, Abbū.”
“Not every one of them, no.”
“Even then, most of them.”
“Because you want to establish your dream Ummat Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan charged her.
“The reason is not important, Abbū, the result is important.”
“I don’t think so.” I said gravely, “I agree with Abbū, instead.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked at me angrily.
“That’s no news to me. You never agreed with me in any of my Seven Movements.”
“Because none of them is beneficial to humanity in the long run.”
“Long run?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed bitterly, “Long run? What about the present, my dear ever over humane Hindu husband?”*

I smiled cunningly.
“What’s there about present you want to discuss, in this seminar called by our lifetime president, Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, my ever over enthusiast young Musalmān wife of thirty four years only? Aren’t you already doing everything you can to establish your Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was furious.
“I have to discuss it that you should stop opposing my Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. In fact you should stop opposing my entire Seven Movements. It’s against humanity.”
“I don’t think so.” I smiled gravely, “In Ved Nagar, we are establishing absolute Democracy. Why?”
“Why?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly herself.
She was becoming more and more confident now.
Padminī Bhārgav was with her now.
Durgesh has only Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī Dīdī with him now.
These ever Utopian Idealists!
They never try to understand the basic inherent human psychology.
They want to treat animals even on their over humane criteria.
Durgesh repeats so many times:

Vitishŧhantām māturasyā upasthānnānārūpā pashavo jāýmānāh.
Sumangalyup sīdémamagnim sampatnī pratibhūshéh dévān
.’

Let there come forth from the genital organ of this mother, animals of various forms, being born.
Well doing woman, sit by the man leading to light. Proper wife, ornamentize here the divine ones.’
̶ Ved: Atharv Ved: 14|2|25

Yet, when the matter of practical behavior with these ‘pashavo jāýmānāh’ these animals of various forms’ comes, Durgesh almost invariably supports his ever faithful father in law, her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
Durgesh is blind whenever her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, comes before him.
He says, ‘Never take any decision whatsoever emotionally’, but he himself, Durgesh the greatest, is never impassive about her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
Durgesh respects her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, perhaps even more than himself.
He has blind faith in her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
Is it right?
Can it be right ever?
Nonsense.*

I replied her curtly.
“Because Democracy is the only intelligent way to live our life enjoying it optimum.”
“We humankind are not all knowing, Naåīmah ,” her father, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, smiled at his ever ambitious daughter explaining her what I did really mean, “neither anyone of us ever can be. That’s why Autocracy is never an intelligent form of governance for us ever something unknowing humankind, neither in our own family nor in any organization whatsoever whether political or else.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed ironically.
“You are speaking my ever over humane Hindu husband, Durgesh’s, language now, Abbū, almost entirely. Aren’t you?”
Naåīmah ,” Imām Muħammad Ħasan addressed her helplessly, “Try to understand, child,”
“I’m sorry, Abbū,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said gravely, “I agree with Durgesh, my ever over humane Hindu husband, in another matter, never in the matter we are discussing at present. I think Durgesh and you both are actually Utopian Idealists.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan raised her right hand,
“Just listen to me, please. You both have crossed the sixty years of your life already. The realities you both started to study when you both were Just Eighteen Just Adult have changed in these sixty plus years drastically.”
“And, we, even Durgesh, haven’t updating ourselves continuously, nonstop? Nonsense. For what another reason we had raised our organizations, ab initio? Nonsense.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan was furious.*

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled patiently, respectfully.
“I respect you both, Abbū, very much. Durgesh never approached me sexually. It was I who seduced him myself constantly nonstop. Durgesh, as my husband, is my own choice. My parents have not chosen Durgesh as my life partner.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled patronizingly.
“I’m glad you still think so, my ever utmost successful diplomatic child,”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked at her father, suddenly all alert.
“What do you mean, Durgesh isn’t my own chosen husband?”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled patiently.
“Of course, Durgesh is your own chosen husband. But it was not initially planned by you. Your Abbū planned it initially. It was my dream, my child, that you get Durgesh as your husband.”
“I…I can’t believe you, Abbū,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan whispered incredulously.*

Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“Most of the children today, think they succeed due to their hard work, their extraordinary intelligence, prudence and attitude. Their parents don’t have anything to do with their meteoric success, if it is there.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan carefully.
“And the children today are not right in thinking so?”
“There are some children of Durgesh who are, all of them, computer wizards today.”
“Oh,”
“They think it’s their hard, intelligent and brilliant work only that has made them so successful.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said.
“And they are mistaken?”
“Not entirely.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan acknowledged patiently, sophisticated and with dignity, “Of course, they worked hard and their work was even intelligent and brilliant too, but it was not their own dream, Durgesh dreamed of it for them and provided the initial computers and computer books to them. There were no toys, no other play tools for them. They had only one thing to play with, their computers and the computer books to read.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan gravely.
“What do you want to say?”
“Why don’t you draw your own conclusion, my child? You are perfectly intelligent to draw it, aren’t you?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan didn’t say anything for some time.
She watched her father scrutinizing him patiently.
“Well?” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled at his ever ambitious, ever utmost successful daughter.
What a tragedy, she thought she did it alone.
There was nothing her parents had contributed in it.*

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan controlled herself and smiled at Imām Muħammad Ħasan, gravely.
“Abbū, I don’t say that you haven’t done anything for me. I understand what you want to say about Durgesh’s those particular children. They are of almost the same age group, I belong to. I am somewhat their mother friend now. Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī herself introduced me to them.”
“Oh,”
“They themselves never said that Durgesh has never done anything for them. It was their childish mistake first, they regret of now.”
“I see.”
“I never said, similarly, that you haven’t done anything for me.”
“I understand.”
“What I am telling to you, is that the realities are not now as they were when Durgesh and you both were young, Just Eighteen Just Adult. The realities have changed since, drastically, in every field.”
“I’m listening to.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said gravely, “Moreover, we both have something more you don’t have. You can’t compete with any of us in that ever.”
“The experiences Durgesh and you have?”
“The experiences Durgesh and I have.”
“That’s why I said the realities have changed drastically since. Your experiences belong to the realities that don’t exist any more. In these new realities we need new young brain to cope with them.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“You forget, my child, that however the realities are changed, human experiences are always applicable to them, because human psychology doesn’t change ever so drastically. If it were not so, the history of humankind were never treated so important by everyone, as important it’s being treated ever.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled curtly.
“You both, Durgesh and you, think even the terrorists, criminals and criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn should never be cuckolded. You both are against cuckolding anyone. Why?”
“Because it’s against humanity.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said curtly.
“Are they human?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed ironically.
“What do you mean?” Imām Muħammad Ħasan asked furiously, “they are not human beings even?”
“Do you think Yazīd Malåūn lånat ålayhi was a human being? The Pseudo Musalmīn that were supporting him were human beings? They certainly were NOT. They were under evolved animals who had only a human form, not a human brain. Even Ħazrat Muåāwiyah were an under evolved human being that hadn’t transformed from an animal to a human being to the extent that he could understand what Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam had done for Årabs and entire humankind.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan looked at her tartly.
Naåīmah, it’s blasphemy.”
“No, it’s not. I’m not criticizing either Allah Rabbil Åālmīn, or Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam. Ħazrat Muåāwiyah deliberately reported against Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd, Saifullah,razī Allahu tålā ånahu to replace him under a vile conspiracy to establish his own kingdom replacing the Democracy of Islam.”

Imām Muħammad Ħasan tried to say something.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was too impatient to let him.
“In the incidence you referred to, Durgesh, my ever over humane Hindu husband, of course, dreamed of for his children to be computer wizards. He, of course, conceived and planned their future for them. He of course managed to provide them the necessary primary tools too. But, they were Durgesh’s own children themselves who worked hard, who faced every thick and thin and succeeded ultimately despite all the antitheses. Their own struggle isn’t as insignificant as you are trying to imply, Abbū.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled triumphantly.
“I am neither doing any such thing, nor even can imagine to. I am trying to make you realize that it wasn’t any unitary success of Durgesh’s children. It was a joint effort of them with Durgesh too, monitoring them constantly.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked at him, acidly.
“Okay, I understand now perfectly what you want to imply to me. Ved Nagar was initially Durgesh’s dream. You found it useful for your dream of being Mustafa Kemal Atatürk of entire Muslim Countries. You wanted Democracy there too, while Durgesh was dreaming of a City State, entirely devoted to Democracy Humanity and Justice. You joined Durgesh. You conceived the rough sketch of Ved Nagar with Durgesh, portrayed in details with him, and even put the appropriate colors in it. But never forget, it was I with my countless supporters, followers and friends, with my entire Seven Movements, that brought your dreams true.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan looked at me smiling.
Durgesh, my son, tell your Practical Chief Wife, we had ample role for her ever craziest obsession of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. We knew very well she would never compromise below her ever craziest obsession. We made room for it in our original planning and used everything your Practical Chief Wife could provide to bring our ever ambitious dream project of Ved Nagar true. Her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, and her Hindu husband, Durgesh, were not born yesterday themselves.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was looking at her Abbū, startled.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.
“You believe in work, Durgesh and I believe in planning and vision. Durgesh said let’s each of us do whatsoever we are good at. We planned and developed the vision and let you work on it. Why the hell should we have worked when you were more anxious even than us, to work on our vision, on our behalf? Durgesh suggested me to let you work and I should only keep watch on you. Wasn’t it more brilliant and intelligent?”

̶ The End of Ved Nagar ̶

Next Volume of Kħātūn-e-Jannat

The Yacht

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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


GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: SHŪDRASÝ TU SAVARÑAIV NĀNYĀ BHĀRYĀ VIDHĪYATÉ: 13

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 13

Durgesh Sandhyā Dīxit
Durgesh Pārvatī Upādhyāý
Durgesh Laxmī Kulkarñī
Durgesh Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav
Durgesh Chitrāngadā Pārāshar

Durgesh Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý

Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was immensely surprised herself how ravenous she was to fuck me.
As soon as, Vibhā Trivédī suggested her Golden Day with me, she immediately felt her Bhaŧŧāchārý Brāhmañ Cunt getting wet.
Hey Bhagvān, God, no!
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý can’t be that crazy for my Bachhalyā Lund in her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot.
She is a Brahm Padminī.
She never needed immense sex.
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā was enough for her.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý never dreamed of Durgesh.
Really?
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was immediately all alert.
Hadn’t she watched Chitrāngadā Pārāshar playing with my Bachhalyā Lund clandestinely?
Wasn’t Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý jealous of her closest friend, Chitrāngadā Pārāshar?
Even her Satītv and Pātivratý could not stop her entering there, entirely unashamed of herself that both Chitrāngadā Pārāshar and Durgesh were nude already.
“What the hell are you doing, Chitrāngadā Pārāshar?” Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý had acted immensely furious.
Chitrāngadā Pārāshar smiled.
“Oh, Sunandā ? Come on. Don’t worry. I’ll never tell anyone that you also enjoy Durgesh’s great Bachhalyā Lund with me.”
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý wanted to snatch away my Bachhalyā Lund from Chitrāngadā Pārāshar’s hand.
She wanted to replace Chitrāngadā Pārāshar herself.
But she controlled herself immediately.
“Chitrāngadā Pārāshar, come to your senses. You can’t do it. You are a married woman already.”
Chitrāngadā Pārāshar looked at her bitterly.*

She looked at Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý furiously.
“Married? Really? Then why my husband is never with me? Why the hell did I watch my younger sister, Padminī Pārāshar fucking Durgesh?”
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý as if fell from sky.
“What?”
Chitrāngadā Pārāshar was shaking out of her intensely overwhelming wrath.
“Everyone tried to stop me, everyone tried to explain to me I shouldn’t marry a Brāhmañ. The Brāhmañs are over ethical. They are over human, and therefore never practical. Yet I never listened to anyone. I listened to you. And you, ever a damn fool yourself, destroyed my life completely. Leave me alone now, please!!!!!”
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was dumbfounded.
Chitrāngadā Pārāshar could behave with her so irrationally ever, Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý had never imagined even.*

I scolded Sandhyā Dīxit,
“Shut up. Haven’t you any manners at all?”
“Manners? Oh yes. The same as you two have? Fucking Ammījān in her excellent exquisite gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass in the living room! Great.”
“Still, you should have knocked before entering.” I disciplined her curtly, “She is my Live in relationship partner after all. Isn’t she, you idiot?”
Sandhyā Dīxit laughed boldly, advanced and opened my bathrobe.
And there I stood in front of Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī’s Bhārgav Brāhmañ daughter, Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav ’s friend wearing nothing at all.
She kept looking greedily at my still throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund.
“What in the world you two were doing? And why were you two even recording it?”
“Why the hell should I answer you?” I thundered at Sandhyā Dīxit, “It’s our house and we can do here anything we damn please.”
“Okay, okay.” Sandhyā Dīxit smiled, “Now cool down. Come here. Let’s talk now, I think.”
Controlling myself, I joined her on the bed.
Here I was with a 28-year-old Dīxit Brāhmañ gal who I assumed was a dyke.
She was dressed in her typical baggie clothes and I lay next to her in nude.
She stood up and said it was time for me to realize one of her fantasies.
As I lay in bed, I watched her raising her tee shirt up, over her head and dropped it on the floor.
She wasn’t wearing a bra.
But she really didn’t need one.
She had ever-erect great Dīxit Brāhmañ tits.
Even from the waist up she did have a Bachhalyā male killer female Brāhmañ body.
I could see Sandhyā Dīxit had big Dīxit Brāhmañ buttocks and they were curved in perfectly to her waist.
The pants fell next and I was not surprised that she didn’t wear any panties either.
It was expected.
She had a little patch of hair above her young Dīxit Brāhmañ Choot.
So extremely stunning nude young Sandhyā Dīxit was that even I was totally in awe of her extremely beautiful Dīxit Brāhmañ body.
She was big boned, but there wasn’t one ounce of fat on her.
Entirely different from Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav ’s body, but it was perfect for her.
She told me to get ready to fuck her.
I smiled.
We both were in nude.
Sandhyā Dīxit got on all fours.
“Come on Bachhalyā lover, and fuck the hell me now till we both exist.”
Once again, Sandhyā Dīxit adjusted her position.
I got behind Sandhyā Dīxit.
She felt the sting of my Bachhalyā male palm on her Dīxit Brāhmañ butt.
I grabbed her waist, and slid my Bachhalyā Lund in Sandhyā Dīxit’s ravenously welcoming Dīxit Brāhmañ Choot.
The young Dīxit Brāhmañ Choot gripped my sixty four years old, most experienced, throbbing Bachhalyā Lund greedily.
It was her first Lund it was obvious.
Sandhyā Dīxit,” I smiled, “I didn’t know you were virgin.”
“We Brāhmañ Beauties have different environment around us than your most beloved Musalmān Beauties have. We have more self-control and better bringing up.”
I smiled and started fucking Sandhyā Dīxit hard.
By the time, Sandhyā Dīxit had her first orgasm she could feel her heart beat through her Dīxit Brāhmañ Choot .
I fucked Sandhyā Dīxit nonstop for hours.
She was drained ultimately and ready for this experience to end.
At the end, she told me it was her turn.
Sandhyā Dīxit kissed my Bachhalyā Lund, licked it clean and then swallowed it into her extremely beautiful Dīxit Brāhmañ mouth.
Then Sandhyā Dīxit gave me a great blowjob.
I blasted ultimately in her throat.
Sandhyā Dīxit smiled her thanks at me and swallowed all of my Bachhalyā Vīrý blasting into her Dīxit Brāhmañ mouth, every drop of it.
Sandhyā Dīxit finally rolled out of bed and quickly got dressed.
“We are husband and wife now, Bachhalyā Piyā.” Sandhyā Dīxit smiled, “Bachhalyā husband Dīxit Brāhmañ wife, forever. Any objection, my Bachhalyā love?”
I smiled and kissed Sandhyā Dīxit,
“None whatsoever, my young Dīxit Brāhmañ wife.”
“I was dreaming of you since my eighteenth birthday.” Sandhyā Dīxit smiled at me lovingly, “Ultimately, after a long wait of ten long years, I succeeded.”
I didn’t say anything, only smiled.
She walked to the corner of the room and shut off the camera.
With everything that had happened, I forgot that the video camera was rolling.
We walked to my computer.
She sat down and uploaded the finished product.
We watched it.
It was quite a show.*

Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý hadn’t reached there unknowingly.
She had seen Chitrāngadā Pārāshar fucking me herself, straddling on my ever erect Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā Lund.
I was lying on my back.
“When your husband would find that you cheated him and fucked me yourself despite the fact I tried to stop you, what would happen?” I smiled at Chitrāngadā Pārāshar.
“Shut up,” Chitrāngadā Pārāshar admonished me, “I am fucking you, because despite my repeated requests, you never fucked me.”
“Your husband loves you very much, Chitrāngadā Pārāshar.” I said gravely.
“Yet he almost never fucks me.” Chitrāngadā Pārāshar said curtly, “He fucks extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties instead. He doubts you fuck me.”
“And you are making his suspicions true.”
“What else can I do?” Chitrāngadā Pārāshar bit her lower lip with her beautiful upper teeth.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý suddenly felt an intense surge of jealousy.
Hell, she felt her ever sophisticated Bhaŧŧāchārý Brāhmañ Cunt getting wet.
For my Bachhalyā Lund?
Hey Bhagvān, God, no!
Suddenly she saw an extremely beautiful damsel nocking at Chitrāngadā Pārāshar’s bedroom door.
To Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý’s utmost surprise, Chitrāngadā Pārāshar received her on her knees and elbows, I still fucking Chitrāngadā Pārāshar from her glorious Pārāshar Brāhmañ behind.
Hey Bhagvān, God, had Chitrāngadā Pārāshar gone mad?
Yes, it’s normal here in Trantor/Ved Nagar to receive someone in Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog, but Chitrāngadā Pārāshar was not my Live in relationship partner.
Horrified Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý watched her entirely transformed friend Chitrāngadā Pārāshar.
She damn cared now anyone.
“Brahm Dīpti Dwivédī, you?” Chitrāngadā Pārāshar said, “I never expected you here.”
Brahm Dīpti Dwivédī was burning with wrath.
“Hello, Bhābhī,” she said ironically, “what happened to your immense Brāhmañ pride now? You marched ahead against my love for Durgesh. Didn’t you? Now the same Durgesh is fucking you, and…”
Chitrāngadā Pārāshar listened patiently to a few more words of what Brahm Dīpti Dwivédī had to say.
Brahm Dīpti Dwivédī herself was similarly nude and I was similarly fucking Brahm Dīpti Dwivédī too from her equally glorious Dwivédī Brāhmañ behind.
My ever aggressive Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā Lund was being anointed in both my bodies with the Brāhmañ vaginal juices of both Nanad and Bhābhī, sisters in law.
Suddenly, Chitrāngadā Pārāshar turned and marched back into her bedroom with me.
She came out, similarly being fucked by me, as her Nanad, Brahm Dīpti Dwivédī, was waiting for her there.
Chitrāngadā Pārāshar had a bottle of sleeping tablets in her hand.
She dumped out a whole handful of them and started chewing them up.*

I had no idea what tomorrow would bring, but I had a suspicion that Sandhyā Dīxit would let me know in the very near future.
My only hope was that Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav wouldn’t hate me for what had happened…
Or, be jealous of her ever beautiful friend, Sandhyā Dīxit.
By the time Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī and Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, returned home from the doctor’s appointment, and came in the door there was instant look of shock on their faces.
What shocked them was that I was dressed.

For the last two plus years whenever I was in the house, I was in a bathrobe and nothing else.
That night I had on sweat pants and a tee shirt.
Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, kept looking waiting for me to say something, but I just kept my eyes on her Ammījān.
Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī finally broke the silence and asked me if everything was OK.
Smiling, I just made a comment of wanting to wear clothes for a change.
I couldn’t quite tell them that Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav ’s friend Sandhyā Dīxit had just fucked me and made a video of it.
For three days, I wore clothes around the house waiting for Sandhyā Dīxit to appear in our living room with a video in her hand.
My mind raced wondering what kind of plans she had in store.
Would I really become her permanent Bachhalyā Piyā?
Or would she show Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, what I did to her?
Or would she go ahead bolder and show it to Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī?

By the third night, I had reached a point of acceptance.
Let Sandhyā Dīxit too, be my one more, young Live in relationship Partner now.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was deliberately doing it, not only in my Musalmān Beauties, but in my Brāhmañ Beauties as well.
It was not a good sign.
The percentage of my young Beauties whether Musalmān or Brāhmañ, or else, was constantly increasing now as compared to the Beauties of my own age group.
Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī and I sat in our recliners watching TV, when the front door opened and Sandhyā Dīxit walked in.
“HI Ammī.” Then with a wink, “Hi Durgesh darling! Méré Bachhalyā Piyā! Bachhalyā husband of us Brāhmañ Beauties!”
Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī asked her where she had been since she hadn’t seen her in a while.
I sat in the chair, quite confident and ready to talk.
Finally, Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī asked her what she was up to.
Sandhyā Dīxit smiled and said she recorded an awesome video that she wanted to share with Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav .
My mind raced thinking this was the beginning.
Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav would never appreciate I fucked her young Dīxit Brāhmañ friend first, while she was trying to get me inside her ab initio.
Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī told her Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, was in her room.
Sandhyā Dīxit started heading that way.*

I got out of the chair too.
As I sauntered, I hoped to catch Sandhyā Dīxit in the kitchen, before she had got to Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav .
As I rounded the corner, Sandhyā Dīxit was sitting at the kitchen table, with a big smile.
“Boy, old man, do you look stupid in clothes. I thought you always wore a bath robe, but you do look kind of sexy in clothes too.”
On the table was the DVD.
I told her not to show it to Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, if she really wants to carry on with me.
She told me, smiling, to relax.
She was just returning it.
She went on to say it had served its purpose and she had no further need of it.
I asked her if anyone had seen it.
She said one person watched it with her, but she wouldn’t say who it was.
Sandhyā Dīxit told me not to worry.
She promised not to tell Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī or Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav.
She also promised that her girlfriend wouldn’t tell anyone either.
Girlfriend?

As she stood up and headed towards Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav’s room she gave me the DVD and told me to relax, it was over.
And as she walked away from me she told me to go get on my bath robe, that I didn’t look right in clothes.
She loved to see me nude.
Entire beautiful women do.
I grabbed the video.
I went to our bedroom and put it in my dresser.
And yes, I stripped out of those confining clothes and threw on my bath robe.
I went back to the living room with Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī’s coffee.
All she said was,
“Welcome back.”
About a half hour later, Sandhyā Dīxit left and gave me another wink.
Relished to have the video in my possession all I could think about was who could be her special girlfriend?*

The next day, my life was back to “normal.”
My quest to see Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, nude was back to being a top priority.
But Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav’s top priority was partying, instead.
She was really lucky to have graduated from University.
Those last three months she missed a lot of University.
It started to affect her private life as well.
The way she was burning the candle at both ends it was only a matter of time that she would lose her job.

It was only a part-time job but it gave her the freedom to come and go as she wished.
But now she was at the mercy of others to give her money.

I made a deal with her.
If she’d help me in my writing work, Every now and then I would help her out.
She thanked me and things were going along pretty well for a couple of weeks.
I kept telling her that I wouldn’t just give her money to make her happy.
She needed to earn it.

So she tried something so different and potentially dangerous to her.
She began having contact with her birth dad.
Brahméshvar Nāth Bhārgav only lived a couple of blocks from us but had very little to do with his daughter.
In fact, she was kind of scared of him.
Brahméshvar Nāth Bhārgav was not as the most of the Brāhmañs were.
Instead, he was an alcoholic who can get pretty crude around women and that included his own daughter too.
Eīshān!

One day Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav came into my home office.
She stood in the doorway as I was playing on the computer.
She begged me for some money so she could go out that night.
“Durgesh,” Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav informed me, “Pārvatī Upādhyāý will be here in a half hour and I still need to get dressed.”
I smiled,
“Alright, I’ll give you some money, but you need to be totally honest with me and tell me what you do to get money from me.”
She stood in the door way, wearing her shorts and a very loose and low cut yellow top.
She looked hot.
The yellow top really showed off her tan.
Anyway she smiled.
She told me that if she can get to her dad, Brahméshvar Nāth Bhārgav, before he gets too drunk, she can get money from him every time, by getting him beer from the refrigerator and just talking to him.”
I smiled,
“Bullshit.”
She said, “Alright, watch and I’ll show you what I do.”
She turned away from the door so I was looking at her backside.
As she was faced in the hallway she asked me to imagine the wall was the refrigerator.
She had me imagine that she opened the door and she leaned in to get a beer.
She didn’t bend her legs and as she leaned forward, her shorts crept up into her Bhārgav Brāhmañ crotch.
I could see her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ pussy lips on both sides of her thong.
She kept leaning forward and as she held the imaginary door with one hand her other hand reached behind her and she placed it on her butt.
She then said that at this time she’d ask her dad if he had any snacks in there or a soda.
My Bachhalyā eyes were glued to this wondrous Bhārgav Brāhmañ sight.
I smiled.

She kind of giggled.
As she leaned over she laughed, pointing at my Bachhalyā crotch as my hard-on had pushed its way through my bath robe.
I repositioned myself and put my Bachhalyā Lund away.
I asked her if she was afraid of something more happening – something she couldn’t stop?”
Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, said,
“Sandhyā Dīxit’s father, Prabhu Nāth Dīxit had found a video in her drawer that contained the video of her fucking a guy.”
I digested the information gravely.
The guy was myself, obviously.
So, Sandhyā Dīxit’s father, Prabhu Nāth Dīxit, has seen the video?
First, I fucking Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī in her extremely beautiful gorgeous Pakistani Musalmān ass, on her own repeated insistence, and then his own daughter, Sandhyā Dīxit, fucking me wildly?
It wasn’t good.
Why the hell Sandhyā Dīxit didn’t tell me it?
Instead, she told her friend, Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav?
Why?
Yes, Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav does not know that it was I, Sandhyā Dīxit fucked in that video. But…
Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav paused for a minute.
Her eyes looked down, as my Bachhalyā Lund once inadvertently peered through my bath robe.
She smiled significantly as I covered it back up.
Well, what the hell difference it made?
Hasn’t Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav already seen me entirely nude, with my throbbing Bachhalyā Lund, for half an hour nonstop?
Once again my Bachhalyā Lund poked through my bath robe.
And once again I covered up, as she giggled.
I reached in the drawer to the side of the computer and got some cash for Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav.
I handed it to her.
Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav laughed,
“My friend, Sudhā Tiwārī, wants to play with your great Bachhalyā Lund. Will you please allow her?”
I looked into her extremely beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ eyes.
“Don’t you yourself?”
Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav blushed.
“Nonsense, My friend, Sudhā Tiwārī, I said.”
I looked at her significantly,
“Okay, bring her.”
Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav left the room to see what her Ammī was doing.
Sudhā Tiwārī came, thanked me immensely that I allowed her to play with my greatest Bachhalyā Lund.
I smiled.
Sudhā Tiwārī was beautiful herself.
She began playing with me.
Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav came back in the room and said that her Ammī was asleep.
“I can give you the money back, Durgesh darling, if I can watch Sudhā Tiwārī playing with you.” Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav smiled.
I didn’t need to think about this request.
I stood up.
Sudhā Tiwārī took off my bathrobe and for a second time I stood before Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī’s Bhārgav Brāhmañ daughter , Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, entirely nude and quite hard.
I sat back in the chair, reached in another drawer for some baby oil and faced her as Sudhā Tiwārī began playing with me.
My attention went from Sudhā Tiwārī prepping my Bachhalyā Lund to staring at Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav .
I began going to town as Sudhā Tiwārī’s hand went faster and faster up and down my Bachhalyā shaft.
As I stared at Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, I watched her as her tremendously attractive Brāhmañ eyes would meet mine and then go back to looking at my ever greatest Bachhalyā Lund .
She asked me what I was thinking about.
I told her Sudhā Tiwārī was jacking-off to her.
That I was stripping her with my eyes and seeing that beautiful exquisite Bhārgav Brāhmañ body entirely nude.
She gave a naughty giggle and said,
“Not today.”
I was going faster and was close to the point of no return when I asked,
“Someday?”
After a pause, she said, “Maybe.”

Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, didn’t shoot me down, instead she said,
“maybe.”
There was a possibility that I could get her nude.
With that thought I shot, being masturbated by her equally beautiful friend, Sudhā Tiwārī, I shot my Bachhalyā load all over my chest and stomach.
Sudhā Tiwārī’s hand movements slowed down.

Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, came closer to me and grabbed a couple of tissues that were next to the computer screen.
She began cleaning up the Bachhalyā cum on my body.
For the first time, she touched my Bachhalyā Lund as she cleaned the final dribbles of my Bachhalyā cum from my pee hole.

As she was lovingly cleaning me up I was enjoying the view down her shirt.
She finally got it all and stood back in the doorway.
I continued to stare at her.
I in the chair nude and Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav in her loose fitting clothes.

She handed me back the money I had just given her and I told her to keep it.
“Thanks Durgesh,” was all she said as she headed towards her bedroom.
She changed her clothes and within 10 minutes she stood in the doorway telling me she was going out.
With a smile, she asked me if I was going to put my bath robe back on.

Still nude from our little episode I asked her why.
“Ammī is sleeping and you’ve seen it all so there is no reason for me to be shy.”
She leaned into me, gave me a hug, and said, “I love you and I’ll see you later.”

She left the room and I could hear her walking through the kitchen, the dining room, and the living room and out the door.
I sat there nude, thinking of the great possibilities that lied ahead.

The rest of the Evening, I was in a triumphant smile.
Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī and I ate in the living room watching TV.
As usual Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī fell asleep early.

After it was over, I covered up with her blanket.
There was a knock on the bedroom door.
I slipped under the blankets, stopped the video and asked,
“Yeah?”
“It’s me, Durgesh, can I come in?” It was the melodious voice of Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav.
Of course, she could come in!
“Yeah.” I smiled.
The door opened and she sat on the edge of the bed.
If it wasn’t for the blanket our hips would be touching.
She thanked me again for the money and the great show I had given her earlier in the day with her friend, Sudhā Tiwārī.
She thought about it all night and couldn’t enjoy her time with Pārvatī Upādhyāý , instead she wanted to be home with me.

She told me how she felt sorry for me because she knew Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī couldn’t give me any relief.
She went on to say that she loved her Ammī very much and would never hurt her, but she also loved me and wanted to help me anyway she could.

When she was done talking, she pulled down the bed sheet and grabbed hold of my Bachhalyā Lund .
“I was in a hurry earlier, but I’m home now and I want to help you relax.”
As she was talking, she kept stroking my Bachhalyā Lund and had me hard once again.

When she finished talking she bowed her head down and stuck her extremely beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth on my Bachhalyā Lund .
Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav slowly began going up and down on it.
I thought this had to be a dream.
Waħīdah Åbdullah Hāshmī’s Bhārgav Brāhmañ daughter , Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, I always fantasized about whom seeing nude, was sucking my Bachhalyā Lund .

She was still dressed but she was helping me to relax.
I pushed her hair out of the way and watched her lovingly give me a blowjob.
This was the only part of her I’d touch.
I didn’t want this to end and I most certainly didn’t want to destroy any future plans by grabbing her boob or her butt.

My ass began bouncing off the bed, jamming my Bachhalyā Lund further in her extremely beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth.
Since this was my first blow job from her, and I knew I would want more, I told her I was ready to cum.
I gave Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav the option of finishing me off in her enormously attractive Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth or with her equally beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ hand.

Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav smiled and just kept sucking until I finally exploded in her enormously attractive Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth.
As I began to calm down, Brahm Sādhnā Bhārgav, gave my Bachhalyā pecker one final kiss and then came up to my lips and kissed me.

Chapter 14
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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: 11

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 11

Durgesh Padminī Bhārgav
Durgesh Vibhā Trivédī
Durgesh Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý
Durgesh Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý

Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, one of the elder brothers of Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, was courtesy itself in a routine case.
But was it really a routine case?
Hell, no.
As soon as the Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act was came into existence he immediately put his head on the feet of his Brāhmañ wives who were Brahm Padminīs.
His Brahm Padminī wives were dumbfounded.
“What are you doing? What the hell are you doing?” Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý involuntarily removed herself back immediately.
Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý smiled cunningly, mockingly and triumphantly.
“That’s very good. That’s right, Vishwambhar Sharmā. That’s the right place for you, my feet, our feet. I always said, you never deserved us.”
“Padm Chitrā,” Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý shouted angrily, “are you crazy? He is our husband after all.”
Was.” Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý laughed mocking Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, “From now on, he is our son, am I right, my child?”
“Yes, Mātéshvarī.” Vishwambhar Sharmā controlled himself, looked at Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý affirming what Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý said, “The most discussed, most opposed, most despised, Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act has come into existence. We are not husband and wife now any longer.”
He paused for a moment, then beamed at his ex wives now.
“Congratulations. You are Brahm Jagdambās now with immediate effect. The Commission has already declared you Brahm Padminīs.”
“Look at him.” Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý said contemptuously, “I told you. Didn’t I? He inherited less genes from his Brāhmañ father and more genes from his Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mother, Dr. Al Tafsīr Al Qur’an PhD.”
“What do you mean, Mātéshvarī?” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, one of the elder brothers of Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, smiled teasing her.
“No Brāhmañ can surrender his ever faithful Satī and Pativratā Brāhmañ wives to a Bachhalyā Sex God so easily. Only the Musalmīn enjoy their cuckolding to their ever horniest Musalmān wives and their Hindu lover(s).” Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý said scornfully.
She even spat into a dustbin immensely contemptuously.
“You are Bar at law, Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý Mātéshvarī.” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā smiled sophisticatedly, almost teasing his ex wife, “You must never do such a blunder legal mistake. You must always differentiate between a Cuckold and a Divorcee.”
“Divorcee? My foot.” Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý shouted.
“That’s right. I put my head on your feet, didn’t I?” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā smiled sophisticatedly.
Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý marched furiously out of the room, saying,
“Look at him. How happy the damn fool is getting rid of us for ever.”
Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý watched after Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý worriedly.*

Fucking Vibhā Trivédī fiercely and enjoying it very much, I looked at Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý to be exactly correct.
I knew the woman on the witness stand was herself a legal wizard.
She was a High Court Justice while her husband was only a practicing Judge.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý came out of the most respected, most successful legal family of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations.
Chief Justice Pralayankar Bhaŧŧāchārý was her father.
Justice Al Kamāl Al Fātimah was her real Ammī.
Justice Amanda Harrington was one of her very successful step mothers.
Justice Padmgandhā Bhaŧŧāchārý, Justice Kādambinī Bhaŧŧāchārý and Justice Alaknandā Bhaŧŧāchārý were her real sisters.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý herself was deadly clever.
Despite the fact that Justice Padmgandhā Bhaŧŧāchārý, Justice Kādambinī Bhaŧŧāchārý and Justice Alaknandā Bhaŧŧāchārý, all the three of her real sisters, whom the Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Commission had declared Brahm Padminīs, had left their respective Brāhmañ husbands, Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was still living with her ex husband Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā.
She loved Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā very much.
She had love married him, and now she was suddenly his ‘mother’.
It was not easy to digest it.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was stunned how easily Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā had accepted their new relationship.
I knew, unless I could shake her testimony, Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, the defendant was going to be found guilty.
I had some surprises for the prosecution, yet it was obvious that the entire prosecution was heavily biased against my client.
I had to prove their bias legally.
And it was not easy.
There was hardly time to spring any surprise and capitalize on the confusion it would cause before five o’clock.
I couldn’t afford to flounder around, to struggle around, for twenty minutes with some aimless cross examination.
The already heavily biased jury would retire for the weekend firmly convinced that Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý’s testimony should be taken at face value.
District Attorney, Vibhā Trivédī, was smiling triumphantly, cunningly.
Her already impish back, forth, and again back movements of her glorious nude Trivédī Brāhmañ bottom became more impish and more fierce now.
Now, I wasn’t fucking the Trivédī Brahm Padminī District Attorney.
She was fucking me instead.

I addressed Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý,
“Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý,” I smiled courteously.
“I object your honor, he may be the defense attorney in the present case, but, Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý is a Brahm Padminī. The defense attorney must pay proper respect to his rather new Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā wife. They may be husband and wife in their personal life, but here…”
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was stunned.
Hey Bhagvān, God, the bloody District Attorney, Vibhā Trivédī, wants Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý to have her Golden night, hell, Golden Day instead, with the Brahm Hr’dayéshvar, Durgesh, right here in the Court.
It took most of her energy not to look horrified.
After all, Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was a High Court Justice.
Wasn’t she?
“What do you want Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā?” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā asked Vibhā Trivédī respectfully.
“The honorable defense attorney must undress Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý and honor her by kissing her Brahm Padminī Bhaŧŧāchārý Brāhmañ Cunt.” Vibhā Trivédī proposed politely.
I looked at the Judge.
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā looked at me gravely.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý smiled at me sophisticatedly,
“Well, Bachhalyā Piyā, I think we should oblige the herself Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā District Attorney. Please, come on.”
The Courtroom was suddenly filled with beaming happiness and vivacity.
Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý suddenly stood, looked at Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý scornfully and tried to march out of the courtroom.
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā stopped her.
He ordered the security incharge present there.
“Stop her. Nobody would leave the Court now until and unless Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý is not honored completely by her BrahmKanyā- Brahmāñī Ramañ new Bachhalyā husband. It’s the order of the Court.”
Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý smiled cunningly.
“It’s alright, security incharge. I assure the honorable Court that I was only going out to use ladies’ personal. I wasn’t leaving the court in any protest whatsoever the Court has suspected.”
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā looked at her gravely.
“Very well, Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý can use the ladies personal. The Court order is to stop anyone from disrespecting Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý.”
I projected my one more body.*

Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý greeted me.
“Why the hell did you surrender?” I whispered to her, “They are clearly blackmailing you. And you are, being even a High Court Justice…”
“I need you.” Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý whispered to me back, “Can’t you see what they are doing? Vibhā Trivédī isn’t a District Attorney only. She is the girl behind the campaign that made Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act possible.”
“What?”
“Thank God, she herself is Brahm Padminī and you are already fucking her now.”
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý put her beautiful arms around my neck and kissed me on my lips passionately.
“You must have given me a chance at least to save your love and honor.”
“Thank you.” Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý grabbed my Penis and squeezed it significantly, “But you can’t help me now any way. The Act has been enforced already. “Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, my husband is a law abiding citizen, and a finicky one exactly. You are trying to save my younger brother in law, Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, and his wife, Pragyā Agnihotrī, but they are already working on another scheme. Undress me.”
“Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý,”
“Undress me, I say, before they suspect that we both don’t want to make love to each other. You are not helping Pragyā Agnihotrī and Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā alone, you are even helping me too.”
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý had herself started to undress me.
Soon we both were naked and hugging and kissing each other passionately.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý was playing with my Penis.
I kissed her Bhaŧŧāchārý Brāhmañ Cunt.
“Your body is still athletic.” I appreciated her body.
“We have to compete with the ever horniest Musalmān Beauties of yours. We have to take care of our bodies more if we really want to get a responsible life partner for us.”
“I understand.”
“They have their Panjvaqtah Namāz to take care of their already excellent ardent Musalmān female bodies in ever excellent shape. We have to do it by athletics.”
“I see.”
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý kissed my Penis, licked it and then started to suck it passionately.
I couldn’t believe she was performing an act only, for the benefit to others, to show them that she had accepted me her new Bachhalyā husband.
It was something more I was getting.
Eīshān, Does her body need my masculine response if not her brain even?*

District Attorney Vibhā Trivédī gritted through her teeth,
“The traitor.”
“What?” I penetrated her Brahm Padminī Trivédī Brāhmañ Cunt fiercely with my rock hard Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā Lund.
It reached to the mouth of her womb.
“Hey Bhagvān,” Vibhā Trivédī controlled herself from screaming with tremendous efforts, “you keep forgetting that I am a Trivédī Brahm Padminī, Bachhalyā scoundrel. If you keep pounding into me this way, soon my Brahm Padminī Trivédī Brāhmañ Cunt would not remain of any use of your ever savage Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā Lund.”
“Sālī,” I continued fucking Vibhā Trivédī as fiercely as before, “if you can’t even bear my ever strong, Ever Sexiest Bachhalyā Lund, into your ever delicate Trivédī Brahm Padminī Brāhmañ Cunt, why the hell you helped Padminī Bhārgav in passing the Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act? What do you think, the other Brahm Padminīs can bear it? They don’t have their Brahm Padminī Brāhmañ Cunts as delicate as you yourself have?”
“As if Padminī Bhārgav is as democratic as you are,” Vibhā Trivédī said furiously, “if she had even suspected I don’t agree with her in her Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Project, she would have thrown me somewhere in so much darkness, I would have died struggling to get a ray of light even.”
“I see,” I said gravely, fucking her somewhat slowly now, “so you are not her friend because you have similar thoughts to Padminī Bhārgav? Instead, you are her friend in her right and wrong because you are afraid she’d destroy you otherwise?”
“Well,” Vibhā Trivédī said meekly, “I’d never accept it before Padminī Bhārgav, but between you and me, you are entirely correct. Thanks for fucking me moderately now. I can’t bear what your Practical Chief Wife Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan can.”
I laughed.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is thirty two only, you idiot.”
“You forgive Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan for her ever aggressive nudism and feminism?”
“She is fighting successfully with the terrorists, criminals and criminal minded Musalmīn. She has even cuckolded them. Even the Musalmān Underworld has surrendered to her.”
Vibhā Trivédī laughed.
“Not, if it wasn’t afraid of Shankar Mahāpralayankar Bhaiyā.”
“You are right.” I admitted, “But Shankar Mahāpralayankar is also winning over the Musalmān Underworld because Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is always ready to back him in any manner right or wrong. Shankar Mahāpralayankar is Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s milk shared brother. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan ties Raxā Bandhan on his wrist every year without fail.”
“I know,” Vibhā Trivédī smiled affectionately, “most of us your women do. Shankar Mahāpralayankar Bhaiyā is our second biggest strength, after you. You are the first.”
“Thank you, Vibhā, leave Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā alone. Don’t punish him for what he hasn’t done.”
“Oh,”
“He hasn’t held up anyone ever.”
“How do you know?”
“Vibhā, Padminī is punishing him for not surrendering his Brahm Padminī wife, Prgyā Agnihotrī. You know it very well.”
“Don’t do it, Durgesh.” Vibhā Trivédī said gravely, “You don’t know your ever dear wife Padminī Bhārgav entirely. She has managed to pin even a murder on Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā.”
“Because he is not surrendering his extremely beautiful Brahm Padminī wife, Prgyā Agnihotrī?” I asked indignantly.
“You know your Bhārgav Brahm Padminī wife, Padminī Bhārgav, even more than I do. She is Brahm Padminī Lioness.”*

Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý soon fell on her back on witness bed.
She herself put her extremely beautiful Bhaŧŧāchārý Brāhmañ legs on my nude Bachhalyā shoulders, held my ever aggressive, ever sensitive Bachhalyā Lund in her hand and herself positioned it between her quivering Bhaŧŧāchārý Brāhmañ Cunt lips.
“Go ahead,” Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý invited me smiling gracefully, “please enter me, and oblige. Thanks for consenting to let me your permanent Bhaŧŧāchārý Brahm Padminī Brāhmañ wife, Méré Bachhalyā Piyā. Penetrate me and make me your Brahm Padminī Bhaŧŧāchārý Brahmmare for ever.”
I smiled, caressed her extremely beautiful, nude, Bhaŧŧāchārý Brāhmañ buttocks and pushed my Bachhalyā Lund into her excellent learned Brāhmañ Cunt.
It’s head went inside.
She sighed, smiling gratefully.
I pushed again.
It entered one fourth.
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý winked at me sophisticatedly.
“Enjoying, Méré Bachhalyā Piyā?”
“Sure,” I smiled proudly and pushed again.
It entered half of it.
It took two more thrusts to vanish inside completely.
“Thank you,” Bhaŧŧāchārý Brahm Padminī, Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý, smiled gratefully, immensely indebted as if, “please don’t move now for some time. Let it remain there fully embedded. Let me absorb the honor.”
“The pleasure is mine, darling.”
“Thank you. You are very kind, very polite.”
She let me start fucking her properly after at least one complete hour.
In immense ecstasy, my Bachhalyā Lund was visiting Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý’s Bhaŧŧāchārý Brahm Padminī Brāhmañ Cunt now pleasantly, yet proudly.
“Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý,” I started cross examining her, “you have identified the defendant in this case as the man who perpetrated the hold up.”
“Yes, Durgesh, I mean, the Defense Attorney Sir.”
“When was the first time you saw the defendant?”*

Padminī Bhārgav was furious.
“What the hell do you think I am, a damn fool?”
“Padminī,” I said curtly, “I am your husband, not your subordinate. Am I?”
She put her extremely beautiful nude Brahm Padminī Bhārgav Brāhmañ legs on my nude Bachhalyā shoulders.
“You made Vibhā Trivédī talk to you. You made a traitor out of her.”
“Traitor?”
“What else? Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act is the Constitution of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations now. It was a major Constitutional amendment, not a minor legal amendment.” Padminī Bhārgav smiled cunningly, “If you really admire our Democracy, even you can’t go against this major amendment in the Constitution of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations. You have to accept the entire Brahmāñīs who are Brahm Padminīs, yet were erroneously married to less worthy traditional Brāhmañs. They are your latest new Brahm Padminī wives, if you really respect our Democracy.”
She was smiling cunningly, triumphantly.
“Padminī Bhārgav,” I said bitterly, “Almost sixty percent of the Brāhmañs are facing false criminal charges now through out the entire United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations. They haven’t done any crime they are unjustifically charged with.”
“And most of them are represented by yourself,” Padminī Bhārgav said bitterly, “my own husband who doesn’t love me, only fucks me so that our Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog should not break.”
“Padminī Bhārgav,” I said curtly, “I never knew you were so inhuman. You inherited more genes from your Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Ammī perhaps, than from your ever respected Brāhmañ father, Bhārgav Chakrvartī, His Excellency, Jamdagni Bhārgav.”
“Thank God,” Padminī Bhārgav smiled shrewdly, “if it’s really the case, how indebted I am to my Ammī, Her Excellency Dr. Al Tāhirah Al Kamāl. How enriched and how immensely developed her Al Tāhirah Creations are.”
“I would never let you punish the entire sixty percent innocent Brāhmañs of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations, only because they had Brahm Padminī wives and either their Brahm Padminī wives don’t want to sacrifice their Satītv and Pātivratý to my genetically Bachhalyā lap, or their self respectful Brāhmañ husbands themselves.” I said, “Shame on you, Padminī Bhārgav. I am ashamed of you that you are my wife.”
“But how helpless you are, Durgesh, aren’t you?” Padminī Bhārgav smiled, “you can’t even divorce me.”
“Padminī Bhārgav,” I said curtly.
“Slap me,” she smiled.
“Shut up,”
“I have managed to change the Prosecuting District Attorney in the case of Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā. I’ve managed to remove my traitor friend Vibhā Trivédī. She is not prosecuting Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā any more.”
I looked at her incredulously.
“Barrister Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý is the new Prosecuting Authority of Pandit Bhawānī Shankar Sharmā, my dear husband.”

Chapter 12
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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