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The Foundation Story Continued

DSM Satyarthi

Index

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

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More from DSM Satyarthi

1. More Science Fiction

2. On History

3. Commentary on Ved

4. On Hinduism

5. On Islam

6. Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

7.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

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Chapter 16

Brahm Kaushikī Shāstrī

Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār

Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī

Lauretta Divart

The problem Brahm Kaushikī Shāstrī had to face wasn’t only that of her genetic caste.

It was more than that.

Her Satītv and Pātivratý was her biggest asset Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār had looted absolutely unsympathetically.

“I said you, Brahm Kaushikī,”  Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār smiled triumphantly as he entered her, “not to marry that impotent, but…”

“He isn’t impotent,” Brahm Kaushikī Shāstrī said furiously, not surrendering to Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār even now, “you are raping me and you’ll be punished for it.”

Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār laughed.

He pulled his penis out of Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī’s beautiful wife, Brahm Kaushikī Tripāŧhī’s now matured, yet still quite young and sophisticated Brāhmañ female sex, and then pushed it back more wildly.

Brahm Kaushikī Tripāŧhī almost jumped.

But Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār was already prepared for it.

He grabbed nude Brahm Kaushikī Tripāŧhī again more strongly and started making love to her more and more fiercely with each of his wild thrust.

Brahm Kaushikī Tripāŧhī didn’t weep.

Instead, she fought.

Yet, it was of no use.

Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār fucked Brahm Kaushikī Tripāŧhī as much as he wanted, and in whatsoever sex position he damn pleased.

Ultimately he slept on her nude tired sweating Brāhmañ female body, still penetrating Brahm Kaushikī Tripāŧhī, Brahm Kaushikī Shāstrī, entirely.

She was already unconscious then.

A mother of three young daughters of Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī, the eldest daughter of whom was twenty three years, Brahm Kaushikī Tripāŧhī, Brahm Kaushikī Shāstrī, was herself of forty one years’ then.

Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār enjoyed her very much.

When they awoke, Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār started his next round.

Brahm Kaushikī Tripāŧhī had never imagined she could be exploited ever that much.

But there was nothing she could do.

Was there?*

Mandell Gruber, the Gardner First Class of the Imperial Palace grounds, saluted Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī.

After all, he was the husband of Lauretta Divart now.

Lauretta Divart was not an ordinary name in the Inter Galactic Business ever.

She was one of the most successful businesswomen in the Inter Galactic Business.

As the Galactic Empire was falling now, even the Imperial Government had taken loan from her.

Eto Demerzel had arranged for it.

What Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī didn’t know was the fact that Lauretta Divart herself was behind the kidnapping of his Brāhmañ wives by Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār.

She wanted to own Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī.

Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī refused it outright, never realizing what it may cost him.

When he knew it, it was too late.

Charmkār Brahm Creations expressly refused to return Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī’s beautiful Brāhmañ wives.

Mandell Gruber, the Gardner First Class of the Imperial Palace grounds, was not the Chief Gardner, of course.

But he wasn’t after the post himself.

Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī remembered once he had already seen the Gardner First Class of the Imperial Palace grounds, on the Imperial Palace grounds themselves.

He was perhaps in his late forties.

Mandell Gruber, the Gardner First Class of the Imperial Palace grounds, was a bit gnarled, but he had a cheerful, smoothly shaven face, topped by a pink skull, not much of which was hidden by his thin sandy hair.

He whistled softly to himself as he inspected the leaves of the bushes for any sign of insect infestation.

Chapter 17

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More from DSM Satyarthi

1. More Science Fiction

2. On History

3. Commentary on Ved

4. On Hinduism

5. On Islam

6. Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

7.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

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Chapter 15

Hari Seldon

Linge Chen

Claver Divart

Hari Seldon looked at Claver Divart gravely.

He was unable to understand the guy.

What a man.

He somehow always found something to contradict Linge Chen.

Yes, politely of course.

He knew very well neither Dr. Hari Seldon lived on Trantor, nor Lily Seldon, not even Vishv Vandý Bachhalyā.

They were never interested in the planetary politics of Trantor.

“I love Trantor’s utmost ancient name Ved Nagar.” Linge Chen smiled, “As soon as His August Majesty suggested it, I couldn’t stop myself to second it.”

Claver Divart smiled.

There should be some limit at least.

Linge Chen blindly supported His August Majesty Cleon I.

Claver Divart opened his mouth to say something against it politely.

Hari Seldon defeated him interfering in the middle.

Ved Nagar is a Democratic name, I think.”

“May be.” Linge Chen wasn’t interested in saying anything against Ved Nagar.

It was proposed by His August Majesty himself.

Wasn’t it?

Claver Divart stared at Linge Chen somewhat contemptuously.

“Well, if what Dr. Hari Seldon says is true it’d send a wrong message to the Prefects.

“What wrong message?” Linge Chen contradicted Claver Divart politely.*

Linge Chen smiled politely.

Yet his smile was somewhat patronizing to Claver Divart.

Claver Divart gritted through his teeth.

Why the hell can’t he too be as cunning as Linge Chen is?

Where the hell is he losing the game to Linge Chen and his yet so much popular family?

Claver Divart can’t even imagine that His August Majesty Cleon I is such a damn fool that he doesn’t understand who is plotting against him.

Whenever Claver Divart has tried to be nearer to His August Majesty Cleon I, he has always found ultimately a thick steel wall between His August Majesty and himself.

Eto Demerzel had always tried his best to organize a clandestine Meet for them.

But ultimately His August Majesty almost always had to face some unforeseen administrative problem, and Eto Demerzel had to cancel the Meet in the eleventh hour.

“First Minister,” Claver Divart had said ultimately somewhat bitterly, “I say His August Majesty’s throne is being contested.”

“Between Linge Chen and yourself?” Eto Demerzel not smiled politely yet shrewdly, as the other seasoned politician would have done.

But he was polite however.

Claver Divart immediately changed his strategy.

He looked at me.

“Sorry, Claver.” I smiled fucking Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā fiercely, “Cleon has always insisted to request to me that I should only support you both, but never take anyone’s favor.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked at Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat ålayhā assalām, your over democrat Hindu husband never hears mine. Will you please yourself be kind enough to request him to save that moron, His August Majesty Cleon’s throne and life, in order to save this Galactic Empire?”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat ålayhā assalām Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā smiled benignly at her especially projected body, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

They both were identical almost in everything.

Claver Divart never said openly, but he doubted if anyone of both was really Kħātūn-e-Jannat ålayhā assalām Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā.

The ever cunning ever shrewd extremely attractive Musalmān Beauties, who were resourceful too, were always taking advantages of the ever backward ever superstitious Ummat-e-Muslimah.

Yet, it was necessary for their practical politics.

In Musalmīn, there was no practical politics even possible, without being  at least ostensibly sincere to Islam.

It is said that Islam was a democratic religion basically, originally.

Yet, it faced a Counter Revolution after only thirty years of its invention.*

Claver Divart looked at Linge Chen.

Linge Chen had succeeded in this matter too.

He had conspired with the said Kħātūn-e-Jannat ålayhā assalām Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā for His August Majesty Cleon I already, before Claver Divart had even thought of it.

Linge Chen ever managed somehow to steal the show, ostensibly in favor of  His Imperial August Majesty Cleon I, but actually always in his own favor, and in the favor of his own family.

With the help of this fake, impersonating, Kħātūn-e-Jannat ålayhā assalām Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, Linge Chen has managed to demonstrate to the entire ever backward ever superstitious Ummat-e-Muslimah of the entire Galactic Empire that this fake, impersonating, Kħātūn-e-Jannat ålayhā assalām Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, herself was the real Kħātūn-e-Jannat ålayhā assalām Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, none else.

This fake, impersonating, Kħātūn-e-Jannat ålayhā assalām Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, and her local Galactic tool here, Linge Chen, have successfully demonstrated to the entire ever backward ever superstitious Ummat-e-Muslimah of the entire Galactic Empire that every Musalmān’s Rooħ, Soul, becomes a Malāikah, a Farishtah, a female angel, as soon as the Musalmān performs his/her Wajoo.

As soon as s/he vows, neeyat, for Assalāt, Namāz, the Islamic Prayer, the Rooħ of every Musalmān without even a single exception, starts to take a female Malāikah shape, so that she can go to the seventh sky and can offer her Assalāt, Namāz, the Islamic Prayer, herself personally to Allah Rabbil Åālmīn.

It goes their in Burkā, and in nothing else.

No other apparel except the ever holy Burkā, the Islamic Veil of the Musalmān females.

Linge Chen has successfully demonstrated to the entire ever backward ever superstitious Ummat-e-Muslimah of the entire Galactic Empire that those Rooħs, Souls of every Musalmān were fucked there, in the seventh sky, in Burkā, by me, Durgesh, during the entire Assalāt, Namāz, the Islamic Prayer.

Hence every Musalmān, whether male or female, gets immense energy in Assalāt, Namāz, the Islamic Prayer.

Thus, Kħātūn-e-Jannat ålayhā assalām Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, herself takes care of every Musalmān, in Al Jannat.

The Kāffirs, the non believers in Islam, never have this benefit, nor ever can unless they are Muslims themselves too.

That’s the reason, Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam had termed her Kħātūn-e-Jannat ålayhā assalām.

Claver Divart had gritted through his teeth.

The Communal theory worked successfully in the  entire ever backward ever superstitious, and consequently  ever greedy Ummat-e-Muslimah of the entire Galactic Empire.

The entire history of humankind stands to witness that Communalism had always worked only on uneducated/under educated persons.

The more the persons are educated the more they are immune to the Communalism whatsoever its kind may be.

Most of the Musalmīn were ever uneducated/under educated persons, after the Counter Revolution against Primary True Islam.

Their ever selfish leaders, the Mullahs etcetera almost always took care to keep them so.

The already entire ever backward ever superstitious Ummat-e-Muslimah of the entire Galactic Empire was pushed in the more darkness of backwardness and superstitions for ever, so that Linge Chen, his family and even His August Majesty Cleon I could get its political benefits.

Claver Divart hated this kind of dirty politics.

But, alas, he wasn’t succeeding, the treacherous ones were succeeding.

Not, if this fake, impersonating, Kħātūn-e-Jannat ålayhā assalām Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, was not with them.

Not, if this fake, impersonating, Kħātūn-e-Jannat ålayhā assalām Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, was not with them.

Damn her.

Damn Linge Chen.*

Instead of opposing Claver Divart, Linge Chen always praised Claver Divart for his sincerity.

“If you really think I am right, why do you help Eto Demerzel in destroying the poor Musalmīn more and more, day by day?” Claver Divart had asked Linge Chen once personally, when he found Linge Chen in somewhat fairer mood.

Linge Chen smiled.

“Ask our Brother in law, Durgesh, why he says: ‘The Priciples of Governance and the Principles of Sincerity and Honesty are not always identical. They are bound to differ either/or sometimes and/or somewhere.”

Claver Divart frowned disapprovingly,

“What do you mean? A politician can’t be sincere and honest, even if he/she wants to?”

“Not always.”

“I hate this conclusion.”

“That’s why you are a better man, yet you aren’t succeeding.”

Claver Divart laughed.

“You mean behind every success, there is, at least, a lie somewhere?”

Not behind every success, but at least behind Most of the successes.” Linge Chen said gravely.*

Kħātūn-e-Jannat ålayhā assalām Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā was not a damn fool herself.

She was ruling not Trantor/Ved Nagar only, as Linge Chen and Claver Divart were not even ruling.

They were only trying to replace Cleon, in their own way.

Every one of them claimed the other one was not as beneficial to the humankind as he himself was.

Claver Divart is more human.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat ålayhā assalām Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā commented, “But he isn’t as practical as Linge Chen is. Linge Chen is more practical, but he isn’t as humanitarian as Claver Divart is.”

She was still on her knees and elbows and pacing the floor worriedly, ever since she came back.

Her extremely gorgeous extremely lovely PanjvaqtahNamāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks were still filling my nude male Hindu lap.

My ever ready, ever lusty Uncut Hindu Penis was still penetrating her PanjvaqtahNamāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān sex with more and more manly vigor now.

Claver Divart hates me now because in his opinion I am exploiting the ever backwardness and intense superstitions of Ummat-e-Muslimah. He is moral, but not practical. He is unable to understand that he isn’t a Musalmān after all. He can’t understand the practical psychology of the Pseudo Musalmīn.”

I pulled my Uncut Hindu Penis out, yet Kħātūn-e-Jannat ålayhā assalām Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, didn’t allow me to pull it out even more than three fourth.

She herself pushed back her gorgeous PanjvaqtahNamāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks back and swallowed my Uncut Hindu Penis back forcefully into her PanjvaqtahNamāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female sex.

It vanished there again completely.

Linge Chen understands my practical political problem more.” She said, “I have to support Linge Chen, though Linge Chen is not as human as Claver Divart is.”

“I understand.” I said.

“Permitted?” she looked at me, smiling.

“Okay, at least for the time being.” I said gravely.*

Kħātūn-e-Jannat ålayhā assalām Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā increased the pace of the back and forth movements of her extremely gorgeous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.

At the same time, she constricted her vaginal muscles on the entire length and thickness of my Uncut Hindu Penis.

“Show me some more ever aggressive ever increasing ever lasting Hindu sexual lust for us Musalmān Beauties and extraordinary beautiful Musalmān houseladies. Why do you try to control yourself? I am your wife now since 633 A.D. You are fucking entire Musalmān Beauties and entire extraordinary beautiful Musalmān houseladies ab initio when even you didn’t know the Creations were being created.”

I smiled.

“You still remember that, Fātimah?”

She smiled too.

“How can I forget that? You were brought here from 1, 97, 29, 49, 114 S.S./Creations Era…”

“Not from 1, 97, 29, 49, 114 S.S./Creations Era, Fātimah. That’s the present era. I was brought much before.”

Eīshān/Allah Himself brought you?”

“I don’t think so. I think it’s an automatic system. It transfers everyone where he/she is needed according to his/her Shaktimān and/or the requirements of the Creations.”

Chitrshravastamah, as you call it?”

Chitrshravastamah, as Eīshān calls it.”*

Dorrie Hardin looked at Dr. Jenarr Leggen.

She sympathized with him.

He did not know how important Hari Seldon was when he disregarded him.

She compensated him in another REALITY.

“That’s all I can do for you, Dr. Jenarr Leggen. I can’t change the reality in which you erroneously disregarded Hari Seldon. You must have paid more attention at least to a human being who went with you to the Upperside, even if you didn’t know the importance of Hari Seldon and Dors Venabili at that time.”

Dr. Jenarr Leggen was still furious.

Too furious to understand even what Dorrie Hardin had done for him.

He was a meteorologist.

Trantor/Ved Nagar was Trantor more those days than Ved Nagar it was.

Leggen, Jenarr: His contributions to meteorology, however, although considerable, pale before what has ever since been known as the Leggen Controversy. That his actions helped to place Hari Seldon in jeopardy is indisputable, but argument rages, and always raged, as to whether those actions were the result of unintentional circumstance or part of a deliberate conspiracy. Passions have been raised on both sides and even the most elaborate studies have come to no definite conclusions. Nevertheless, the suspicions that were raised helped poison Leggen’s career and private life in the years that followed…’

PRELUDE TO FOUNDATION:Chapter  6: Dr. Isaac Asimov

“I still remember,” Dr. Jenarr Leggen said bitterly, “Hari Seldon was only a ‘Heliconian fellow’ to me. Nobody informed me how important he was to Chetter Hummin himself.”

Harla Branno controlled herself with an effort.

Salvor Hardin and Lewis Pirenne looked at each other as if telling they didn’t know their courtesy could lead them even to it.

Why the Space, the most of the academicians are such a fool that they almost always refuse to come out of their shells?

Wasn’t Dr. Jenarr Leggen somewhat more arrogant than even other academicians of his own rank?

Dorrie Hardin had already told him that they were time travelers.

They even don’t belong to this particular homewhen.

She had come here from future to study the events herself from latest social and political point of view, for Kālchakr Sanshodhan, Time Cycle Amendment.

Harla Branno had the same reason.

They both were politicians.

Lewis Pirenne was more impatient.

He was never interested in politics.

He was the Encyclopedist.

That’s why he had left Trantor/Ved Nagar and had joined Hari Seldon.

Salvor Hardin was the Mayor of Terminus.

He too wanted to visit the past to understand the problems he was facing now.

But future?

Space!

Why should he study the future, damn it?

He hated to go to Solaria even as Lewis Pirenne himself did.

Why do people time travel and waste their so much precious time?

Isn’t there enough work for them to do, in their own homewhen?*

Diana Divart looked at her father gravely.

“We have to change our strategy, Dad. You are wasting your precious time in fighting with Linge Chen uncle, in vain. We should pay more attention to the Inter Galactic politics, I say.”

Claver Divart watched her with worried eyes.

“Let me do something to save our own galaxy from the murderous persons like Linge Chen, Diana, first.”

“Well, haven’t you done everything already what you could?”

“Certainly not,” Claver Divart said angrily, “you are heavily underestimating my resources.”

“Never. I know, you are perhaps even far more resourceful than uncle Linge Chen is. But you are more human too. Why don’t you understand?”

“I see.” Claver Divart said disapproving her somewhat, “My genes are Brāhmañ genes ultimately. Even if I use my mother’s surname ‘Divart’, the fact is Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī is my real father, and he is a loser. I inherit my loser instinct from my ever loser father Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī. Okay. You have told me that millions of times. You don’t need to remind me that. I use my surname ‘Divartinstead of  ‘Shāstrī’, not because I am ashamed of my father.”

Diana Divart waited patiently until her father finished what he wanted to say.

“Finished?” she asked patiently, “Do you want to say anything more? If not, will you please be kind enough to let your own daughter too to speak?”

Claver Divart looked at Diana Divart.

He controlled himself.

He could not control himself whenever he heard anybody criticizing his father, Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī.

Everyone called him ‘loser’.

Why?

Isn’t he a victim, instead of a loser actually?

Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār kidnapped his extremely beautiful Brāhmañ wives, and never returned them.

Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī has done everything legally possible to get them back, but Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār was more powerful, more resourceful, more brilliant, more cunning and ever shrewder than Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī.

Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār openly refused to return them.

“I was in love with most of his wives.” Amātý Bhīmdév Charmkār used to say, “Their ever communal traditional Brāhmañ fathers refused them to marry with me, only because my father had a Charmkār father, as I do. My mother is a Brāhmañ. My grandmother is a Brāhmañ. But I was not allowed to marry my Brāhmañ beloveds. I warned Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī not to marry them, otherwise I’d kidnap them. He still married them to oblige those ever communal traditional Brāhmañs who were their fathers. Now tell me, who the hell is victim actually. I never kidnapped anyone’s wives. Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī married my beloveds instead.”*

Diana Divart looked at her grandfather, Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī.

Lauretta Divart smiled at her granddaughter.

“Come, Diana, your grandfather is going through Shrīmad Bhagvad Gītā. If you just wait…”

“It’s alright, Lauretta,” Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī closed the great book he claimed had inspired his life, “I was just passing my time. Mandell Gruber had requested me to give some time.  You know he is from ANACREON.”

“Was there everything all right in Anacreon, Grandpa?” Diana Divart smiled.

“Oh, sure.” Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī said, “Lynda Wienis
is a good girl. She is trying her best to bring Anacreon, Konom, Daribow and Smyrno under one political power.”

“I know,” I’m not asking about Lynda Wienis. I know what she is. She is one of my best friends, Grandpa.”

“I know that, but Diana Divart, if you don’t want to talk with me about Lynda Wienis, what else is there…”

“I requested you not to go to Anacreon, Grandpa. It was a political conspiracy of uncle Linge Chen to send you to Anacreon. Anacreon is trying to force His August Majesty, the Emperor, to sign a treaty with her that would place Anacreon almost an autonomous kingdom.”

“I know that too, my child.” Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī said patiently.

“Even then you went there?” Diana Divart complained to her grandfather helplessly, “Do you know what the media has surmised over your visit to Anacreon? They suspect that your son, my Dad, Claver Divart, deputed you to go there. They say Dad is plotting a revolt against the Empire, backing Anacreon and financing the revolt.”

“Well, Linge Chen is against us.”

“I know. But we have given him an issue.”

Claver Divart entered there with Mandell Gruber, the Gardner First Class of the Imperial Palace grounds.

He heard what his daughter, Diana Divart, was telling to his father, Pandit Harikānt Shāstrī, as he was entering there.

“It’s alright, Diana, your uncle, Linge Chen, is quite capable to think of another conspiracy against us, even if your Grandpa hadn’t gone to Anacreon. Dad,Mandell Gruber, the Gardner First Class of the Imperial Palace grounds, has come to see you. He said he has your permission and an appointment.”

 Chapter 16

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More from DSM Satyarthi

1. More Science Fiction

2. On History

3. Commentary on Ved

4. On Hinduism

5. On Islam

6. Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

7.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

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The Foundation Story Continued

DSM Satyarthi

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter Fourteen

Fareed Zoberlon could not control himself when his Abbū, Waħīd Zoberlon, informed him,

“Fareed, Åābidah wants to marry you.”

Fareed Zoberlon looked at his twin sister Farīdah Zoberlon.

“Tell him, Bājī, why can’t I marry anyone.”

Even his twin, Farīdah Zoberlon was elder to Fareed Zoberlon.

“Abbū,” Farīdah Zoberlon addressed her father, “Åābidah Åbbās Hāshmī is after Fareed Zoberlon’s estate. Why don’t you understand?”

Waħīd Zoberlon watched his offsprings curtly.

“He has to share his estate with a girl. Hasn’t he?”

“I’m not a ‘He’. I’m a ‘She’.” Fareed Zoberlon all but thundered at his Abbū.

“Not completely even yet.”

“But most of the time even then.”

“His transformation into a female is almost complete, Abbū.” Farīdah Zoberlon informed her Abbū gravely.

“Åābidah Åbbās Hāshmī has claim on our estate in Nexon too.” Waħīd Zoberlon said.

“Yes, but our estate in Nexon is almost negligible as compared to our estate in Solaria.” Farīdah Zoberlon said gravely.

“Well,” Fareed Zoberlon looked at his twin elder sister, “Solaria’s diameter is 9, 500 miles. It is the outermost of the three planets and the only inhabited one.”

Chapter 15

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More Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Prelude to Ten Commandments

2.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

3. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

4. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

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Other interesting writings from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Maamekam sharan’am vraj

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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

Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

Prelude to Ten Commandments

DSM Satyarthi

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

CHAPTER THREE

THE MYSTERIOUS SWIMMER

D r. Alberta Jacoby Pitt started to enjoy me inside her.

It was the historical year of 2220 A.D.

The Hindus called it 1,97,29,49,321 Creations Era, and Alberta Jacoby Pitt loved the concept, even though she was a Christian.

The world scenario had changed quite a lot since 2001 A.D., 1, 97, 29,49,2002 C.E.

Dr. Alberta Jacoby Pitt remembered it started to change itself in the year 1975 A.D., 1,97,29,49,076 C.E.

Durgesh invented the Supreme Science, naming it Eishān Vigyān.

She smiled, looking at me with all the feminine love, all the femininity, and all the tenderness in the Multiverse itself.

“Why Eishān Vigyān? Why an altogether new name? Why not Tantr itself, as it was named before? ” Dr. Alberta Jacoby Pitt was only two years younger than me.

In the year 1975 A.D., 1,97,29,49,076 S.S., my own age was 26 years.

Perhaps I was the youngest Vishύarshi, Hindu Vishύ ever had since a long time.

Dr. Alberta Jacoby Pitt was enormously beautiful.

Lying on her back there with me, she could not forget, it was only due to me, she was a scientist today.

Born in an orthodox Roman Catholic Christian family, she was chosen to become a nun originally.

“Durgesh!” Dr. Alberta Jacoby Pitt called me again, kissing me with the entire tenderness not Alien to her character.

“Yes, darling!” I myself kissed her violently.

My experienced eyes were also filled with the same tenderness towards her.

Both of my masculine hands were on her gorgeous, attractive, startling and dazzling Roman Catholic buttocks.

I was caressing both of them simultaneously at the same time.

“You haven’t answered my question even now.”

“Sorry, sorry.” I laughed with tenderness and love for Dr. Alberta Jacoby Pitt again, “I am afraid; the Hindus have lost not only their original glory, but their original science also.”

Dr. Alberta Jacoby Pitt looked at me with penetrating eyes, “Returning to the old orthodox Hinduism?”

I laughed again,

“And if I say ‘Yes’, if my answer is in the affirmative, Shall this Hindu Playboy of yours loose his charming and dazzlingly beautiful Roman Catholic Christian girl friend, Dr. Alberta Jacoby Pitt? ”

Dr. Alberta Jacoby Pitt eyed me as if deciding how to answer my blunt question.

Then she smiled,

“This Hindu Playboy of mine is my own choice. Once upon a time, there was a brilliant girl, Miss Alberta Jacoby Abraham, dying to know, to learn, to study, what the science was. Nobody helped her, except this Hindu Playboy of mine.”

“It was only natural, Darling!” I smiled meaningfully, “Being a Hindu it was quite natural for me that I wanted to play with the honor and self respect of the Roman Catholic Christians.”

For an instant, she found herself stunned, dumbfounded, and speechless.

But soon she recaptured her self-control.

“I am sorry again, Durgesh, that I suspected you of it.” Dr. Alberta Jacoby Pitt laughed good-naturedly and sweetly, swallowing my Dvij Hindu penis again and again into her tight, firm, beautiful and devoted to me, Roman Catholic Christian cunt, “What was left there for you to play with? Hadn’t I, myself, already played with the so called honor and the so called self respect of the Roman Catholic Christians, while you were sleeping and notwithstanding to be a nun, of the Universal Church of the Vatican city itself, Sister Alberta Jacoby Abraham, I, myself, went to you? ”

“Dr. Alberta Jacoby Pitt! My beloved! I still do not believe, your father and mother, themselves, allowed you to do so.”… Sister Alberta Jacoby Abraham, a nun, of the Universal Church of the Vatican City itself, stepped into the bedroom, where I, Durgesh for her, as I was to the other countless Muslimāt and non-Muslimāt young Årab Muslimāt Beauties, lay sleeping on top of the greenish orange silk sheets.

The soft glow of moonlight, coming in through the window, bathing my nude masculine body, called to her mind a marble sculpture she had seen in a museum.

Looking past me, to the full-length mirror, covering the opposite wall, Sister Alberta Jacoby Abraham, respected and cherished by each and every one, saw her own glorious and majestically magnificent body, reflected.

Nevertheless, Sister Alberta Jacoby Abraham sighed.

She came to me, and lowered her delightful and luminously beautiful eyes to my warm, nice, manly, stripped masculine body. Consciously, well knowingly, deliberately, intentionally, willfully, on purpose, the nun of the Universal Church of the Vatican City itself, Sister Alberta Jacoby Abraham, slid her one hand, down.

Her beautiful fingers raked until she began to shiver.

I was more delicious-looking now to her, than when she saw me before.

Trembling, shivering, shaking, quivering, quaking, shuddering, on account of a holy, sacred, consecrated, hallowed, sanctified, blessed, divine, righteous, saintly awe, Sister Alberta Jacoby Abraham, knew that I was the One, she was made for.

I was the One; she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

Entangled with, intertwined with, entwined with, knotted with the unique masculine Cadaver, the unique masculine body, strong, physically powerful, powerfully built, beefy, muscular, strapping, hefty, sturdy, well-built, firm, hard-hitting, pleasing, pleasurable, stalwartly built.

The unique masculine cadaver, that she had seen, she had observed, she had intelligenced.

Only 16 years old and as deliriously in love with science as ever she often wondered if she would ever grow out of it.

And at the same time, she knew she would not.

Charming and dazzling, beautiful Sister Alberta Jacoby Abraham, began to shiver.

She could not believe her own very eyes.

In her only 17th year, she could not believe, what the Communists and the other atheists believed.

It was Vatican City, The only Holy City, the Catholics thought on the Earth.

The new Vishύarshi of Hindu Vishύ, Durgesh, was not totally unknown to the 16 year old, dazzlingly beautiful nun, Sister Alberta Jacoby Abraham.

Being an extra-ordinary intelligent, young, girl, she had heard quite good of me.

He is a miracle.

He has started to woo beautiful young Årab Musalmān girls, even since he was only four years old.

Even at that age, he was able to satisfy fully-grown beautiful young Årab Musalmān girls.

They liked him more than they liked even the boys of their own age. Sister Alberta Jacoby Abraham had passed that age now.

She was 16 years old now, Durgesh being 18 years old.

I kissed Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb.

Fascinated by my sheer Dvij Hindu masculine handsomeness Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb felt her stunned.

She had always seen me with her own daughters, both in my Durgesh and Rām Bachhalya cadavers, and with the other lovely, glorious, and strikingly beautiful daughters of Janak Chaturvedī, born from his other beautiful wives as well, but she was my mother-in-law then.

My Dvij Hindu, masculine handsome chest was broad and lightly furred.

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb saw even the legends like Allāh, Saiyadā Fātimā, Åāyeshā Siddīquā, etc with me, always, yet even they were also stunned by my ever-increasing Dvij masculine handsomeness.

Not only Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb but also each and every young girl and lady, present there, was staring unashamedly at my unique Dvij masculine handsome manhood, fascinated.

Each and every one of them knew, I was the stoutest stallion, no doubt.

Tearing her lovely and beautiful gaze away from my Dvij masculine handsome groin, Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb glanced down, somewhat ashamed of her blunt lovely and beautiful gaze, looking unashamedly at my Dvij masculine handsome groin.

But the shame did not last long.

She was being continuously bombarded by the time cycle, causing continuously increasing twitching and burnings, generating thus a continuous longing for me.

Her gaze returned to me.

And this time she did not look away.

I chuckled, aware of where her lovely and beautiful eyes had taken her.

With consummate Dvij masculine handsome grace, I sat down at the edge of the pool.

There were numerous countless stars in the sky of Dvivedī-Mithilā settlement, as they were seen from other skies as well.

Among them, there was a particular star with its small system of worlds.

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb was also watching it.

As soon as I realized it, I smiled again.

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb laughed sweetly, winking at me, meaningfully closing her beautiful left eye,

“My dear son-in-law! Want your mother-in-law also, along with my beautiful, good-looking, attractive daughters?”

“You have approached me today, darling! I hope you enjoyed me!” “Oh! Come on!” She laughed good-naturedly again, “You know very well, I was controlling the time cycle.”

Originally, the name of the settlement was Rotor.

Janus Pitt was the head of the department of Exploration and Commerce.

Janak Bachhalyā was enjoying his sexual intercourse, smiling then, with Imāmzādī Al Fātimah Al Wahab,

Janus Pitt is not honest, Imāmzādī Al Fātimah Al Wahab! Earth is not right in bringing the persons like Janus Pitt into power.”

Vipr Datt Chaturvedī observed his wife Imāmzādī Al Fātimah Al Wahab, with obvious distaste.

“Janak Bachhalyā Shrī!” Vipr Datt Chaturvedī smiled, “It is not the Earth. It is Chaturvedī ImāmzādīWorld. Save the problems of the Earth for the Earth-People themselves. Being the citizen of Chaturvedī Imāmzādī World, we should concentrate ourselves to the problems of our own world, Chaturvedī Imāmzādī World… Earth is fully capable to take care of itself.”

Both Janak Bachhalyā and Imāmzādī Al Fātimah Al Waħāb did not agree with Vipr Datt Chaturvedī.

Janak Bachhalyā kept a close watch over Janus Pitt.

Therefore, as soon as the settlement Rotor started for Nemesis, Janak Bachhalyā and Imāmzādī Al Fātimah Al Waħāb approached Janus Pitt.

“We know, Janus Pitt! Where you Rotarians are going and we consider it a good idea that the Earth People must be informed of your destination.” Janak Bachhalyā smiled.

In a manner totally devoid of expressions, Janus Pitt saw Dr.Usmā lslām Umm Maimoonā.

“Nobody, except you could have informed Durgesh, Usma! I am confident of it.”

Dr.Usmā lslām Umm Maimoona smiled,

“Exactly.”

There was no sign of any sort of contrition on her face.

She was more vivacious instead and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying.

Janus Pitt knew better than to protest and be undignified.

As far as his security was concerned, he knew very well that he was safe.

He had lost the game, but not altogether.

Smiling as if nothing had happened, he said, without any hesitation at all,

“I should have known better, Dr.Usmā lslām Umm Maimoona! Shouldn’t I?”

“Of course!” Dr.Usmā lslām Umm Maimoona herself was smiling also, “You should have certainly known better. We are not new acquaintances now. ”

“I forgot, even each and every young, beautiful girl is too thirsty of Durgesh to resist, and you being an Årabian Muslim, the resistance was more improbable. ”

This time Dr.Usmā lslām Umm Maimoona laughed,

“If Allāh hadn’t made any girl or woman in the creations, Janus! The men had destroyed all of themselves quite far before now. ”

Looking at Dr.Usmā lslām Umm Maimoona, I myself smiled,

“Janus!

Sā vishvāyuh sā vishvkarmā sā vishvdhāyāh. Indrasý tvā bhāgagvong soménātanachmi, vishño! havyagvong rax.’

Ved 2Y/1/4

“So, You have chosen what you had chosen before, Dr.Usmā lslām Umm Maimoona?” Janus Pitt again smiled.

This time ironically though.

Dr.Usmā lslām Umm Maimoona observed,

“You hadn’t left me any other alternative, Janus! I warned you, I didn’t want to take part in any conspiracy against human beings.”

Janus Pitt saw Dr.Usmā lslām Umm Maimoona gravely,

“I myself belong to the category, Doctor!”

“So I thought!” Dr.Usmā lslām Umm Maimoona said dryly.

Janus Pitt laughed,

“Oh, Come on, Doctor! Certainly you don’t mean I am inhuman!” “Why shouldn’t I?”

Janus Pitt saw her in astonishment.

“When I came to you, Janus Pitt! You treated me as if I was a nobody. I was not. I was an astronomer. I was a Scientist. And as such, I deserved a lot far better behavior from you.”

Janus Pitt saw her in astonishment again,

“Oh, My goodness! Are you telling me, you killed the project only for I hadn’t treated you well?”

“It was certainly a factor.” Dr. Usmā Islām Umm Maimoonā observed Janus Pitt gravely, “But it was certainly not all.”

“I am listening.”

“You should. You must. ”Curtly Dr. Usmā Islām Umm Maimoonā said.

How can she forget, she had to change even her name so that her sincerity might be believed?

Janus Pitt surrendered.

He had no other alternative.

“I accept your proposal for the sake of survival of humanity.” Ultimately, he said.

Surrendering his wife, Alberta Jacoby Pitt, to Janak Bachhalyā, for me, Janus Pitt laughed, when he found that despite the stunning beauty, despite the breath taking startling beauty, of his wife, Alberta Jacoby Pitt, Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb strongly opposed the surrender in misunderstanding.

“The Bachhalyās are made only for Brahm Kanyās and us Imāmzādī Brahmāñīs.”

Sunaýnā Rājpût coughed, but Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb was smart enough not to take any notice of her.

All my infinite Årabian Muslimāt wives, all my other infinite Muslimāt wives, all my almost infinite Brāhmañ wives, all my Rājpõõt wives, all my Christian wives, and all my Jews wives smiled.

I had wives of each and every creed and culture.

A good number of them being atheists also though I am an ardent believer in God.

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb was again smart enough not to take any notice of them even.

Both Janus Pitt and his wife, Alberta Jacoby Pitt, laughed heartedly. . “Perhaps even the Bachhalyās are made for you Årab Musalmān girls and Årab Musalmān Beauties only, by Allah Himself.” Alberta Jacoby Pitt smiled sarcastically.

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb also joined in the laughter,

“Why not? We Årab Musalmān girls and Årab Musalmān Beauties worship Allah. Why should He not provide us the Bachhalyās as our lovers and as our husbands while we love them? ”

Mildred was lying on her back.

“Sometimes I think Durgesh! You are overconfident.’’

I smiled.

“But,” She continued, “When I see the results, I find me quite astonished to see that you always succeed.’’

Smiling again, I kissed her passionately,

“Mildred darling! Nobody succeeds always. Everybody has his part of failures also.’’

She observed me deeply,

“Meaning even you?”

I laughed heartedly,

“Meaning even I, What do you think I am Mildred! Some supernatural being?”

“Why not?”

“Why do you think so? I’ve told you so many times, there isn’t any supernatural being anywhere.”

“Aren’t you immortal?”

“I am, darling! I am. However, so are others also. ”

“Because you told them, and in fact you taught them how to be immortal.”

“It’s my duty.It was the reason I am made for: ‘Make all better.’ ‘Indram vardhanto apturah kr’ñvanto vishvamāryam, apaghnanto arāvñah.’

Ved:1R/9/63/5

“You are a devout Hindu, Durgesh! Aren`t you?” Mildred laughed teasingly.

“Of course I’m a devout Hindu and I’m proud of being so.”

Enjoying me inside her fully to the hilt Mildred smiled.

“If it’s the case why shouldn’t I be proud of myself being a Christian?”

“You should certainly be, darling! Every person has a right of self-respect whether male or female, whether Hindu or Christian–

‘Ved, Bible, and Qurān, the trio if we have.

Don’t worry of the humanity then ever, the trio will save.’ ”

She kissed me proudly.

Mildred Robert Lincoln came into my life in 1839 A.D., 1, 97,29, 48,940 S.S.

Her cousin was the great Abraham Lincoln the President of United States of America, famous in the history.

My mind went into the period.

Mildred told me then,

“He is not as great, Durgesh! as you think. There are so many, numerous, important, differences between Douglas and the Republicans.”

James Buchanan was the President of America then since 1856 A.D., 1,97,29,48,957 S.S.

Della Roger was his agent.

She squirmed.

“I’m unable to understand, Durgesh! why are you preferring Abraham Lincoln over James Buchanan, the President of America since 1856 A.D, now. I don’t think Abraham Lincoln has any political future. He could not convince even his cousin, his views are right. ”

“It proves his beliefs in democracy, Della! He might have compelled Mildred to back him up, yet he didn’t do it. ”

Della Roger felt embarrassed.

She squirmed again.

James Buchanan, even though he was the President of America since 1856 A.D., was not so sure of his grounds.

His Election Agent had appointed her to woo Durgesh, as he knew the miraculous control Durgesh had on American youth.

Especially the young American beauties were dying to have Durgesh as their ardent and devout lover.

Even the young boys were not jealous of Durgesh over it.

Instead, Durgesh had become their unanimous hero.

James Buchanan, the present President of America since 1856 A.D., belongs to the Democratic party. He won his presidential election in 1856 with18, 38,169 popular votes, and 174 electoral votes over his contemporaries, John C. Fremont from Republican Party and Millard Fillmore from American Party. ” She said.

Both the parties, the Democratic Party and the Republican Party were most popular political parties of America those days. “Sorry, Della!”Dorothy could not keep silence, “Even after being the daughter of John C.Fremont from Republican Party I had promised you to work with you in this election. I didn’t know, even Durgesh was not with you. ”

Della Roger smiled,

“Who says Durgesh is not with me?”

“I am with her, Dorothy!”I said myself, smiling.

“Just listen yourself.” Della Roger was still smiling.

Dorothy Fremont seemed perplexed somewhat.

She looked at me in obvious uncertainty,

“What do you yourself have to say, Durgesh?”

“Nothing, darling! I’ve absolutely nothing to say. ”

Mildred Robert Lincoln laughed,

“Bađo naŧkhaŧ hai rī, Kr’shñ Kanhaiyā. Kā karé Yashodā maiyā?” ” Kr’shñ Kanhaiyā is very mischievous. What the mother Yashodā can do?”

“I don’t think, Sis! we have to do anything. ”My mother in Dvāpar era, Yashodā, smiled teasingly looking towards Devkī Ātreý, my real mother in Dvāpar era, “Neither Yashodā has to do anything nor Devkī Ātreý.”

Devkī Ātreý was my real mother in Dvāpar era.

She laughed confirming Yashodā, my second mother in Dvāpar era.

“Exactly right, Yashodā! Why should we interfere between our son and our disobeying daughters in law, the Rādhās, Rukmiñis, Lalitās etc. of the Kali era? ”

“I have objection, mother in law!” Mildred smiled, “As far as all of us, your daughters in law are concerned, we have never disobeyed any one of you till now.”

“Liar!” My real mother in Dvāpar era, Devkī Ātreý, laughed again, “Haven’t we asked you to marry our son, Durgesh, and almost all of you tolerated our proposal lying to us this way or that way?”

A pin drop silence followed there.

Then it was Mildred Robert Lincoln again who broke the silence.

“Mother! Mother in law! Mothers in law! None of you is unfamiliar of the unfavorable milieu of America nowadays. Even though we love Durgesh, the fact remains that all of us are white  girls, whereas Durgesh is not white. These days the white Americans hate the blacks as much as they believe: the blacks are born to be the slaves of the whites. ”

I smiled,

“Even if I am a black one, Millie! I’ve attracted more white  girls than any white young chap has attracted. ”

“It’s only in the favor of your debonair personality, Durgesh!” Dorothy Fremont said, “The other black ones are still being treated as if they are the slaves of the whites.”

Those were the days when none could imagine Barrack Hussein Obama would be the President of USA one day.

“It’s because they have been brought from Africa and even from India for the sole purpose, ab initio, slavery.”I said gravely. “And you are not one of them?”Stella Johnson teased me.

She was from Tennessee and nobody knew then in America except me and my ardent followers Dvij Hindus, who had come with me, or else, to improve the time cycle; that her father, Andrew Johnson was one of the future Presidents of United States of America (1865-1869 A.D.;1,97,29,48,966-970 S.S./C.E.).

“If I would’ve been one of them virtually all of you white American  girls wouldn’t have been falling for me like a ton of bricks.”

Stella Andrew Johnson laughed heartedly.

She did not believe that I had come to USA, in this historical period of the great Abraham Lincoln, from 2001 A.D.; 1,97,29,49,102 S.S. /C.E.

And why only Stella Andrew Johnson should be blamed, almost none of them believed then that it was so, including then even Mildred Robert Lincoln also.

“Only for he is a black magician from the mysterious country of snakes and black magic, India, having infinite miraculous masculine charms for our young Årab Musalmān girls and young Årab Musalmān Beauties; he wants us Americans to believe: he is a supernatural being, immortal and the Supreme Leader of Mankind. ”

“But he is, brother! I suspect.” Mildred Robert Lincoln contradicted Andrew Johnson.

Andrew Johnson laughed,

“I don’t blame you my child.”

“Don’t ‘child’ me.” Indignantly she interjected, “I am old enough to be your sis, not to be your child.”

Abraham Lincoln was smiling playfully,

“Andrew!” He said, “My cousin is only two years younger than me. I was born in Kentucky in 1809 and she was born in the same Kentucky in 1811.She has quite a sense of self-respect even. ”

Andrew Johnson kept smiling.

He did not feel offended even.

Mildred Robert Lincoln was his sister’s friend.

And as so, he loved Mildred Robert Lincoln also as if she was his own sister.

“Okay, Okay, Sis!” He kept smiling, “At present, we have more problems than your Supreme Leader of Mankind.”

“My dear brother!” Mildred Robert Lincoln said ironically, “Durgesh is neither a problem to anybody nor to any society whatsoever. He is a passionate believer in Humanity. He loves human beings. To him Humanity is itself a religion. He always say: ‘Ved, Bible, and Qurān, the trio if we have. Don’t worry of the humanity then ever, the trio will save.’ He is a Hindu, but he goes with us to our Churches also. ”

“So I’ve heard too.” Andrew Johnson kept smiling even then.

“Don’t hear. Come with us and see yourself with your own Protestant Christian eyes how a Hindu male looks towards our religion.”

381 years passed since.

She would have died even many years before, if Durgesh had not come in her life.

She was lucky enough to see with her own eyes how America kept on progressing, on, and on.

In India, the emergence of R’shi Dayānand did the miracles nobody ever imagined…

Dr. Usmā Islām Umm Maimoonā came to her when Janus Pitt ignored her…

“He treated me, Sis! as if he is the only person, who exists in the Department of Exploration and Commerce. Except him as if nobody has any existence at all. ”

“It shows: he may be a very good astronomer, he may be a very good scientist, but… ” Mildred Robert Lincoln stopped in mid sentence quite meaningfully and smiled, again quite meaningfully.

Dr. Usmā Islām Umm Maimoonā had understood flawlessly that the Sis’ Mildred Robert Lincoln was perfectly enjoying the state of affairs.

But her mood was fairly rotten at the time.

“But?” She asked in a rather rough manner, though she did not intend it.

The ‘Sis’, Mildred Robert Lincoln, smiled.

Janus Pitt was not unknown to her.

A perfect selfish person.

However, since no one else was interested in the Far Probe, the Earth was left with no other alternative except to rely on Janus Pitt.

“We have infinite Dvij Hindus now and almost inestimable Bachhalyās. Except them, we have more or less innumerable scientists and astronomers from different societies and circles. Why should we capitulate to the self-centered persons like Janus Pitt, Durgesh? ”Even Mildred Robert Lincoln felt herself perplexed to some extent.

Mildred Robert Lincoln was lying on her back.

I was on top of her.

We were not only enjoying each other, but also programming and transmitting supreme scientifically.

Penetrating Mildred Robert Lincoln unto my hilt, I smiled.

“Can we guarantee Mildred! that no one from our infinite Dvij Hindus, no one from our almost inestimable Bachhalyās, no one from our innumerable scientists and astronomers from different societies and circles, is as selfish, as self-centered, as self-interested, as egotistical, as egocentric, as Janus Pitt is?”

Mildred Robert Lincoln saw me with her attractive eyes piercing me in a bemused searching manner.

“No. We can’t guarantee. But it does not mean that we should knowingly allow the self-centered persons, like Janus Pitt, to head a whole department of science and grant him with the opportunity to invent Far Probe.”

“Why not?”

“Why not?” Mildred Robert Lincoln thundered, “He may get benefited using the resources provided to him by us, by the whole mankind, and at the same time may deceive us, may betray us.”

“Someone has to invent Far Probe, darling!”

“True, I agree with you, but why it is necessary that ‘that someone’ should be Janus Pitt?”

Dr. Susan Calvin laughed.

Born in 1982 A.D., her age was 238 years now.

However, no one believed her age.

It was equally incredible that she was not pretty until I came in her life.

“Sis!” Dr. Susan Calvin said in a good-natured manner, “Why don’t you understand: when Durgesh decides, he decides after thinking, deeply and thoroughly, of each and every field, of each and every aspect?”

Mildred Robert Lincoln smiled,

“Susan! Just because Durgesh has revived your belief in life, Just because Durgesh has found, there is also a woman in you, you were not a robot yourself, as they said; does not mean you love Durgesh more than me.”

“I am not claiming that, Sis!” Extra ordinary beautiful Dr. Susan Calvin also smiled, “I know, I love Durgesh very much. I obtained my bachelor’s degree in 2003 A.D. at Columbia .I was 21 years old then. Durgesh was 33 years old when I was born in USA. I saw Durgesh when I was 16 years old and Durgesh was 49 years old.”

Mildred Robert Lincoln kept smiling,

“You mean, you hadn’t seen Durgesh until you reached your sweet sixteen?”

Dr. Susan Calvin laughed,

“Oh no.”

“Then what did you mean?” Mildred Robert Lincoln asked Dr. Susan Calvin teasingly.

“I mean just what you want me to acknowledge.” Dr. Susan Calvin, the stunning beauty, laughed again. Kissing me again passionately she said,” Until sixteen I didn’t see Durgesh as a girl sees a boy.”

“As her prospective lover?”

“Yes.” she acknowledged boldly.

Mildred Robert Lincoln teasingly smiled,

“I don’t think, Dr. Susan Calvin! You had seen Durgesh as a girl sees a boy even after you were sixteen. If you had, the humiliation you suffered facing Herbie would not have taken place.”

Dr. Susan Calvin laughed,

“I wonder now what a categorical fool I was then. Who will believe I was so engrossed in my studies and in my work that I was not aware of even my own feminine charms!”

“U.S.A. is indebted to you, Dr. Susan Calvin! for that engrossment.” Mildred Robert Lincoln said gravely, “It was 2008 A.D., I believe, when you joined United States Robots as a Robot psychologist obtaining your Ph.D. Now it’s a well known fact in the history of U.S.A. that you were the first great practitioner of a new science then in U.S.A.”

“After it’s inventor Ashvini of Hindu Vishύ, of course.” There was always a pride in her sweet voice whenever Dr. Susan Calvin spoke of Ashvini.

Mildred Robert Lincoln knew it and overlooked it therefore,

“Until 2008 A.D., the history of Robotics in USA is not as breathtaking as afterwards. As if as soon as you joined United States Robots as a Robot Psychologist obtaining your Ph.D., a revolution had come.”

Gloria George Weston cheerfully agreed,

“I agree with you, Sis! Though in 1996, in my childhood; I myself played with a non-speaking Robot nursemaid, Robbie; even enjoying it immensely.”…

She did not know at first it was her Mom against her having a robot as her nursemaid.

“Honest and truly, Mamma! He’ll stay so quiet; you won’t even know he’s here. He can sit on the chair in the corner, and he won’t say a word,-…”

Her mother, Mrs. George Weston laughed.

And it was only then- Gloria George Weston remembered-she realized: her playmate couldn’t speak.

“I mean he won’t do anything. Will you, Robbie?”

It was 1998A.D, 1,97,29,49,099 S.S./C.E.

Speaking Robots were out of question those days even in USA.

Dr. Susan Calvin had obtained her bachelor’s degree at Columbia in 2003, after five years.

And as far as USA was concerned, even the concept of Speaking Robots was inconceivable without Dr. Susan Calvin.

Robbie, appealed to, nodded his massive head up and down once.

“Gloria George Weston!” Her mother said, “If you don’t stop this at once, you shan’t see Robbie for a whole week.”

Gloria George Weston’s eyes fell.

She was too young then to protest,

“All right! But Cinderella is his favorite story and I didn’t finish it. and he likes it so much.”

The robot left with a disconsolate step and Gloria George Weston choked back a sob.

Grace George Weston immediately realized the possible future danger.

She had already made too many mistakes to improve.

Durgesh tried to make her understand the cruel facts of life so many times, but she always refused even to Durgesh to behave coherently.

“O.K.” She smiled to her daughter, Gloria George Weston, “Call him back.”

“Whaaaaat?” Gloria George Weston could not believe her own ears.

Not for her mother was always cruel to her, but for it was not usual for her mother to change her decision.

“Call him back.” Grace George Weston smiled to her daughter again.

This time more sweetly.

Even her graceful eyes were smiling now.

Excited Gloria George Weston shouted in her sweet voice, filled with intense happiness,

“Hey!!! Robbieeee! Come backkkkk! The mother has permitted me to tell you your favorite story.”

The Robot was programmed to show incredible joy and excitement whenever there was any mention of the word ‘story’.

Even though those were the days before extreme specialization, Lawrence Robertson had first taken out incorporation papers for U.S. Robot and Mechanical Men, Inc. in the year 1982 A.D., 1,97,29,49,083 S.S. /C.E. Till 1998/’99S.S., sixteen years had passed.

A long time to be passed, so far as the progress of science was concerned!

Gloria George Weston started to tell the story to the Robot afresh.

“Once upon a time, there was a beautiful little girl whose name was Ella. She had a terribly cruel mother,step mother, and two very ugly and very cruel step sisters and”

Grace George Weston was incredibly beautiful.

Moreover, she was a feminist also, always seeking faults in men only for each and every mishappening.

If possible, she would have unashamedly charged men for each and every evil present in the society.

The politicians liked her very much, always trying to use her for their vested interests.

She did not like the idea of Ella’s two-step sisters to be very ugly and very cruel.

“Perhaps the story is forgotten to you, child!” Grace George Weston smiled sweetly and suggested her corrections, “There was no Durgesh. It was entirely a men-made world. Ella’s two-step sisters were also incredibly beautiful, but the men, who could not win their love on account of their inadequacy to do so, ill-publicized against them, to blackmail them….”

She left Gloria telling her story, sneaked and walked in where her husband was enjoying his vacation.

Grace George Weston found George Weston comfortable.

On Sunday afternoons, and on other afternoons also, when he was on vacation; George Weston was very keen to be comfortable.

A good, hearty dinner below the hatches; a nice, soft, dilapidated couch on which to sprawl; a copy of the ‘Times’; skippered feet and shirtless chest;how could anyone help but be comfortable!

He wasn’t pleased, therefore, when his wife walked in.

After ten years of married life, he still was so unutterably foolish as to love her, and there was no question that he was always glad to see her.

She was too beautiful to be overlooked.

Still, Sunday afternoons, and even other vacation-afternoons, were sacred enough to him not to allow even his incredibly, extremely, unbelievably, amazingly, exceedingly, extraordinarily, beautiful wife, Grace George Weston., having her maiden name to be Grace Walter Pitts.

There was one more reason why George Weston did not want to allow even his incredibly, extremely, unbelievably, amazingly, exceedingly, extraordinarily, beautiful wife, Grace George Weston to approach him, but….

“George!” Her musical voice chimed into his ears.

His idea of solid comfort was to be left in utter solitude for two or three hours.

He had fixed his eyes, consequently, firmly upon the latest reports of the Lefebre Yoshida expedition to Mars.

This one was to take off from Lunar Base and might actually succeed.

He pretended as if she was not there.

Grace George Weston had waited patiently for two minutes, then impatiently for two more, and finally had broken the silence.

“Hmpph? George Weston asked.

“George, I say! Will you put down that paper and look at me?”

Now it can’t be tolerated.

It was obvious now that she was ready to start even a crusade with him.

Being a beloved sex partner of Durgesh now, Grace George Weston did not fear either him anymore or anyone else.

The paper rustled to the floor and Weston turned a weary face toward his so-called wife Grace George Weston,

“What is it, dear?”

“Don’t ‘dear’ me. I am fully capable now to understand how much dear I am to you now! I know, I am no longer ‘dear’ to you, as Durgesh is dear to me now, not you. Nevertheless, it’s a fact that you are Gloria’s father, and being so, you are entitled to participate in making her future.”

George Weston saw her in dumbfounded awe, unable to understand what happens to a girl, to a lady; if only she is extraordinary beautiful.

He hasn’t seen, hasn’t heard, even a single girl, even a single lady, who was extraordinary beautiful, yet did not love Durgesh, was not his sex partner, irrespective of her creed, irrespective of her culture, irrespective of her religion and irrespective of her doctrine whatsoever, whether she was married or unmarried.

The man is an incredibly successful playboy having his infinite incredibly extraordinary beautiful girl friends and Årab Musalmān Beauties friends who are his sex partners also without any single exception.

Monica Lewinsky was his latest sex partner, causing inconvenience to Bill Clinton, the then President of United States of America.

He, George Weston, often wondered how much resourceful Durgesh was, and how did he use to manage it always.

His extraordinary beautiful wife, Grace George Weston, was addressing him:

“You know what it is, George! It’s Gloria and that terrible machine.”

“What terrible machine?”

“Now don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. It’s that robot Gloria calls Robbie. He doesn’t leave her for a moment.”

“Well, why should he?” George Weston felt immense satisfaction in causing inconvenience to his unfaithful wife, Grace George Weston.

He would have heard her even before a long time, only if he hadn’t discovered to his utter surprise, that Grace was interested in bringing a lady robot from Hindu Vishύ.

“He’s not supposed to.” George Weston continued, “And he certainly isn’t a terrible machine. He’s the best darn robot money can buy and I’m damned sure he set me back half a year’s income. He’s worth it, though –darn sight cleverer than half of my office staff.”

He made a move to pick up the paper again, stopping in mid movement as his wife’s insulting comment reached him.

“Why cleverer than half of your office staff only, dear?” Her voice was extra ordinary melodious to him, “Why not cleverer than even you?”

George Weston smiled patronizingly,

“I sympathize with you Grace. But it doesn’t mean I can afford lady robots from Hindu Vishύ.”

Incredibly, surprisingly beautiful, Grace George Weston laughed melodiously and gigantic pleasantly,

“I wonder, George! Why you are so afraid of lady robots from Hindu Vishύ, while you are not afraid of even Durgesh himself?”

Smiling patronizingly again, George Weston said proudly,

“Durgesh is the best friend I ever have, Grace George Weston! and again he is my brother in law also.”

Grace George Weston laughed melodiously and patronizingly again,

“You know my friend, Claudia; George?”

“The one who is a barrister in the Supreme Court?”

“The same one. The Claudia Abraham Street.”

“The one who is the younger sister of Della Street, the famous confidential secretary to the legendary Perry Mason?”

“The same one.”

“With her help I investigated almost all the court records in USA, and found: not even a single sister of yours has been registered anywhere as Durgesh’s perfectly legal wife.”

George Weston laughed patronizingly again.

“If I’m not mistaken, I’ve heard you a million times, claiming to be Durgesh’s perfectly legal wife. How it is so, my darling? Aren’t you married to me according to the court records in USA?”

“You have given me Gloria only. Do you remember?”

“I perfectly remember.” George Weston tried to complete his gesture He moved again to pick up the paper, but his wife was quicker and snatched it away.

“You listen to me, George! I won’t have my daughter entrusted to a machineand I don’t care how clever it is. It has no soul, and no one knows what it may be thinking. A child just isn’t made to be guarded by a thing of metal.”

It was not a sudden idea however.

It was developed in the Crompton estate.

From my rented canoe, I sized up the estate enjoying my ultimate intimacy with my sister in law, Grace George Weston.

The Crompton estate belonged to her friend, Sylvia Crompton.

“Since Monica Lewinsky has acknowledged publicly in the court, that President Bill Clinton was enjoying oral sex with her now and then, and since Bill Clinton has claimed that Monica Lewinsky has only oral sex with him and it’s not legally his having affair with Monica Lewinsky; oral sex has become suddenly more popular in the United States of America.” Grace George Weston kept on me sucking and sucking passionately.

The canoe was warming with both of us.

I was growing harder and harder into her surprisingly beautiful mouth.

The oral sex was breathtaking to both of us.

When Carole saw the spectacle, she smiled sweetly.

It was a group of 192 young lady journlists, each belonging to a different country on earth.

I was sizing up the estate as a general sizes up a prospective battlefield.

The moon, a few days past the full, made a shimmering path of silver in the east, and served to illuminate my objective.

And, the objective was an island connected with the main land by a fifty foot steel and concrete bridge.

The group of 192 young lady journlists, each belonging to a different country on earth, was headed by Al Rasheedah Al Kubrah Al Saiyadah.

Al Rasheedah Al Kubrah Al Saiyadah wore a straw hat, broad-brimmed; from it, a gay yellow ribbon fluttered.

The rest of her business costume consisted of a band-aid that covered a small scrape on her left knee that she’s gotten at a roller disco the night before with me.

Even though it was her costume also, Carole Dawson Weston didn’t feel herself naked because she had brought one of her favorite tri-dimensional-movie cameras with her.

She had completed her vacation with me, and was definitely and determinedly on business now.

The beautiful and charming eyes Carole Dawson Weston had, were hypnotized by Grace George Weston‘s fervent sucking of my Hindu manhood.

She was George Weston’s real sister.

Grace George Weston was not only her friend now.

She was her sister in law alsoher real brother’s wife.

Carole Dawson Weston watched it as though it was a magic charm, an exhilarating charisma, the spell of which she was unable to break.

On the island, Sylvia Crompton’s huge multistoried mansion faced the narrow channel, as a castle might look down upon its protecting moat.

Facing off the Durgesh-Sylvia Crompton estate from the inquisitive eyes of passers-by on the main land, was a brick wall topped with wrought iron and studded with broken glass.

On the bay side were the signs warning trespassers they would be prosecuted.

“You haven’t told me, Durgesh! till now,” Grace George Weston wet her crimson lips arrogantly, proudly and her amiable charming fascinating fingers enwrapped my Dvij Hindu manhood sucking the same expertly, “why we have come here.”

The so-called Monica Lewinsky-Bill Clinton scandal made millions of the young Årab Musalmān Beauties all over across the globe expert in oral sex now.

America, USA, was the dream country of almost everyone now, who didn’t know or didn’t believe the bizarre existence of Hindu Vishύ.

I smiled, feeling my Hindu prick becoming stronger more and more, repeatedly;

“Perhaps you’ve forgotten, Grace Darling! Bill Clinton was not Bill Clinton, when Monica Lewinsky made oral sex with him.”

Arrogantly sucking my Hindu Dvij superb manhood Grace George Weston, the charming wife of George Weston, laughed sweetly,

“I don’t believe your claim, that you were Bill Clinton when Monica Lewinsky made oral sex with him.”

I was quite surprised,

“But you’ve yourself acknowledged, sweetheart! That Bill Clinton, being a seasoned, being an experienced politician, couldn’t do this stupidity overtly.”

“I had rather forgotten then myself stupidly, that it was not his first sex scandal. It was his third one.”

“Nevertheless it was not Bill Clinton all the three times, Grace!”

She saw me incredulously,

“Aaaaaaaall the three timesss?”

“Aaaaaaaall the three timesss.”

Carole Dawson Weston leaned closer to me. “Want me?”

I smiled affectionately spreading my legs wider.

Carole Dawson Weston reached deep into my jeans and struggled for a moment.

“When it was with Gennifer Flowers also?” Carole Dawson Weston asked in confusion, “The television personality, who claimed that she had 12-year relationship with Clinton?”

She then brought out my hairy sack of testicles and let them wilt down between my legs under my outstanding, enormous, towering Hindu Penis.

Gennifer Flowers was correct in her claims, Carole Dawson Weston! Honey! Only he was not Clinton, he was me.”

All her condemnations of Bill Clinton whirled in front of her eyes.

It was the first time, she was thinking sincerely that Durgesh might have been right in his claim and Bill Clinton might have been sincere in claiming that it was a political strategy against him.

The Clinton Presidency had been seriously imperiled by explosive allegations that Bill Clinton had a sexual relationship with a young, former White house intern, and then asked her, the young former White house intern, to lie about it.

The scandal had erupted at a time when he was already being investigated in another case of alleged sexual harassment.

It threatened to plunge Bill Clinton into legal troubles with heavy political costs.

If the charges of perjury were proved, it could lead to impeachment proceedings against him.

Bill Clinton had denied that he had had any “improper relationship” with now 24 year old, in February 1998 A.D.:1, 97, 29, 49,098 S.S., Monica Lewinsky.

“I did not urge anyone to say anything that was untrue.” Bill Clinton had said.

There were 193 canoes all rented, and on each canoe there was an extraordinary beautiful couple, a supreme handsome young man and a beautiful young girl.

It’s not necessary to tell, that the young man on all the 193 canoes there was I, myself, with different beautiful young woman correspondent, in my 193 bodies.

A long pier ran out into the lazy waters, a sandspit on the northern side gave a semi-circular bathing beach with long crescent shaped rows of swimming seashores and, behind every beach, a well kept lawn became a velvety green carpet, thanks to the aid of loam which had been trucked in at great expense.

Sylvia Crompton’s legal position was as invincible as the island estate that isolated her and her wealth from the main land.

I have not to defy her legal status however.

Sylvia Crompton was, after all, my wife, as far as the Hindu Vishύ laws were concerned, of which I was the eternal and supreme first citizen.

And it was irrelevant for me what Sylvia Crompton believed.

She did not believe in matrimony.

For her, I was only her permanent sex associate reciprocally and the best friend she ever had.

As far as her legal status, anywhere except Hindu Vishύ; was concerned, she was unmarried and was perfectly free and capable to do anything whatsoever she chose, under the law of USA of course, since she was its citizen.

I was paddling all my 193 canoes.

The canoe on which I was with Grace George Weston was being paddled by me close to sandspit, studying the contours.

While Grace was sucking me, I was caressing her both lovely and voluptuous gorgeous buttocks paddling simultaneously.

A hooded electrical light was fastened to a board sign in such a manner that it illuminated the legend painted in red letters that could be read even a hundred and fifty feet away:

‘PRIVATE PROPERTY OF DURGESH AND SYLVIA

BEWARE OF VICIOUS DOGS.

THEY WILL ATTACK THE TRESPASSERS ON SIGHT.

KEEP OFF!’

“Jesus!” Grace smiling, unswallowed my manhood from her glorious mouth, “Spinster though, she acknowledges your privileges also on her private property.”

“Don’t you?” I caressed both her buttocks cheering her unstripped cunt at the same time.

Grace George Weston laughed melodiously entrapping my prick firmly.

“I didn’t mean this private property. It’s private region. Improve your English, Hindu playboy! It’s not your Vedic Sanskrit. Remember?”

“Since I’m a Hindu playboy, how can I improve my English, Sweetheart?” I kept on caressing both her buttocks reassuring her unstripped cunt together. There was a impish twinkling in my eyes.

I kissed Grace George Weston avidly.

She surrendered holding me stalwartly by my penis.

I made her lie on her back on the canoe.

It was while I was entering her that I suddenly became conscious of a swimmer.

Apparently, the figure had not yet seen the canoe, but was drifting along down the tide with slow, evenly timed, powerful strokes.

I, suddenly curious, held my canoe steady against the slowly ebbing tide and watched.

Grace George Weston noticing the change in my alertness, as she was enjoying me now inside her, asked at once,

“What happened?”

“Nothing, darling!” Her curved rosy buttocks were gaining now a regular upright momentum as my lower body, swallowing me constantly.

I was stabbing Grace George Weston over and over again.

“Durgesh! My dear Hindu playboy! Grace George Weston was also not born yesterday, “You are fucking me, understand?”

I smiled, still caressing both of her curved rosy buttocks, fucking her fervently, and paddling at the same time.

“Your love stokes inside me are increasing continuously, their force is also continuously increasing. And I know when it happens. It’s not the first time, you are fucking me.”

Not only Grace George Weston was feeling it.

My love stokes in the interiors of all the 193 young Årab Musalmān Beauties were escalating ad infinitum now.

Their strength was also constantly increasing.

I was caressing both of their curved rosy buttocks, fucking all of them excitedly, and paddling at the same time.

The domed rose-pink buttocks of all of them have gained now a constant, stanch, upright momentum at my lower body, swallowing me persistently, I was love stabbing them all repeatedly again and again.

And, watching the mysterious swimmer constantly.

Chapter 4

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More Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

2. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

3. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

4.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

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Other interesting writings from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Maamekam sharan’am vraj

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Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

16. A Deep Conflict-1

17. A deserving unfaithfulness

18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

19. I’m never ashamed of it

20. Yåqūb Family-1

21. They conspired against me

22 A secret Smile

23. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

25. The Beaming Knowledge

26. The three pregnants-1

27. The three pregnants-2

28. In the Moonlight

29. The women in my life

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

48. Making love and understanding everything

49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

Prelude to Ten Commandments

DSM Satyarthi

Chapter 1

CHAPTER TWO

THE STORY BEGINS

Brahmdatt Chaturvedī, PhD, was an Assistant Professor at first, at Durgesh Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī University, Durgesh Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Universe.

When Hari Mohan Dev Bachhalyā, my great grandfather, were invited by Janak Bachhalyā and Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb to Rotor, Brahmdatt Chaturvedī, objected that he and his extra ordinary beautiful wife, Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Aħmad , will not go there.

“Well,” Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb , the Al Waħāb mastermind smiled, “We need Hari Mohan Dev Bachhalyā, great grandfather of my son in law, Durgesh, and the Bachhalyā mastermind, doesn’t want to go to our Rotor, to our Dvivedī Brahm Mithilā settlement, leaving his bizarrely, inexplicably, beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān wife, Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Aħmad , here. You can’t blame him.”

“I’m sorry,” Brahmdatt Chaturvedī, PhD, Assistant Professor at Durgesh Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī University, Durgesh Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Universe, clenched his fists in fury, in vehemence and in extreme anxiety.

He clenched his fists in rage, in passion and in extreme fretfulness, not for he knew that humanity would run from star to star as easily as it had run previously from world to world, continent to continent, and before that, from region to region .

He damn cared for there would be no isolation and no self-contained experiments.

Let there not be.

Damn humanity! If it snatches, all his extra ordinary beautiful wives from him and provides them either to Durgesh or to his great grandfather, Hari Mohan Dev Bachhalyā…

“I don’t think, you are happy, Professor!” Mildred Robert Lincoln said.

Even she was managed to accompany Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb, the Al Waħāb mastermind.

All the countless beautiful Årab Musalmān girls and countless beautiful Årab Musalmān Beauties, with Janak Bachhalyā, day and night continuously and regularly, smiled approvingly and proudly.

It was impossible for Janak Bachhalyā then not to accompany Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb, the Al Waħāb mastermind.

All the countless beautiful Årab Musalmān girls and countless beautiful Årab Musalmān Beauties, with Janak Bachhalyā loved Janak Bachhalyā to the depths of their hearts, according to the best of the knowledge, Janak Bachhalyā had.

However, even, Janak Bachhalyā was not entirely confident, in the matter.

It was Janak Bachhalyā’s contention, that in spite of all the publicities, that all the Årab Musalmān girls and Årab Musalmān Beauties are perfect honest and perfect Shauharparsts, the fact remains, that, no girl, no lady, is not as well linked to the Kālchakr, to the time cycle; as even she can break the link.

No one can in fact.

Sahasbāhu Dashvadan ādi nr’p baché n’ kāl balī tén.’

‘Even the emperors like Sahasrbāhu and Rāvañ did not succeed in fighting and winning the time cycle.’

Janak Bachhalyā observed Mildred Robert Lincoln gravely.

“You are right, Mother! However, I do not worry of my own future now. It is perfectly safe. As long as, these countless beautiful  Årab Musalmān girls and countless beautiful  Årab Musalmān Beauties are with me, day and night regularly, and are smiling proudly, I have nothing to worry of my future and of me even. They all love Janak Bachhalyā to the depths of their hearts.”

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb, Imāmzādī Al Ħaifa Al Waħāb, Imāmzādī Al Nādirā Al Waħāb, Imāmzādī Al Fātimah Al Waħāb, Imāmzādī Al Quddoos Al Waħāb, Imāmzādī Al Qur’an Al Waħāb, all laughed sweetly.

“Nevertheless,” Mildred Robert Lincoln smiled, she said,” You seem to be quite worried to me, Janak Bachhalyā!”

The red dwarf star is no longer an engine of death, I agree, Mother! It can be pushed to one side now.”

It was not easy to reach the decision.

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb did not cooperate, and being an ardent lover of Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb, so did Janak Bachhalyā.

Yes!

Janak Bachhalyā was also the deciding factor.

Ultimately, even Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu surrendered.

“Sorry Durgesh! I could not convince him. Of almost infinite Bachhalyās, I have seen; Janak Bachhalyā is the unique one. He can’t convince his chief wife Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb. And Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb does not react to the situation.”

“Situation?” I asked Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu.

“That if they don’t cooperate, all of the Janak Bachhalyā’s ardent beloveds– Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb, Imāmzādī Al Ħaifa Al Waħāb, Imāmzādī Al Nādirā Al Waħāb, Imāmzādī Al Fātimah Al Waħāb, Imāmzādī Al Quddoos Al Waħāb, Imāmzādī Al Qur’an Al Waħāb, all will be taken from him, not considering him suitable for countless beautiful  Årab Musalmān girls and countless beautiful  Årab Musalmān Beauties.”

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb laughed sweetly,

“O.K. O.K. Then who is the new one? … selected for us now? … for us countless beautiful young  Årab Musalmān girls and countless beautiful young  Årab Musalmān Beauties? Certainly Durgesh, I think.”

Janak Bachhalyā’s Bachhalyā face darkened.

He couldn’t believe that I’d go to the extent.

After all, in his eyes, I was also a Bachhalyā myself.

He was still unable to understand that the Bachhalyās were not the paramount rulers of the  Multiverse, because they had Bachhalya genes.

It was because they were the most practical diplomats ever.

Their success was not due to their Bachhalyā genes.

It was due to their understanding the Eternal laws governing the Multiverse and being absolutely, unemotionally,  practical about them.

Of course, their Bachhalyā genes helped them in it.

But, it was all.

Not anything more.

The genes can do only that.

That’s why Ved does not support the wretched Caste system t all.

Janak Bachhalyā was unable to undertand it and failed miserably ultimately.

“Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb! I propose you to think again.” Janak Bachhalyā proposed gravely.

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb again laughed pleasantly.

All her countless beautiful Al Waħāb sisters, all her countless beautiful Årab Musalmān sisters-in-law, all the countless beautiful Årab Musalmān wives of her Al Waħāb brothers laughed pleasantly closing their good-looking left eyes significantly and winking thus at me.

Sahasbāhu Dashvadan ādi nr’p baché n’ kāl balī tén.’

‘Even the emperors like Sahasrbāhu and Rāvañ did not succeed in fighting and winning the time cycle.

Despite all the publicities, that all the Årab Musalmān girls and Årab Musalmān Beauties are perfect honest and perfect Shauharparasts, the fact remains, that, they are well linked to the Kālchakr, to the time cycle.

The links are unbreakable as far as the capacity of the humankind is concerned.

They are made so, and they will remain so.

The supremacy of the nature prevails and is paramount.

‘Adabdhāni Varuñasý vratāni.’

Ved/1 R/1/24/10

All of them were with Janak Bachhalyā now, but their loyalty to Janak Bachhalyā could easily be seen.

Janak Bachhalyā once again realized that all of them were with him only because their husbands could not give them sons.

They did not love him.

And, since they did not love him, they may easily switch over to Durgesh.

Durgesh is the dream-lover of each and every girl, of each and every woman, whoever thought of her to be beautiful.

He, Janak Bachhalyā, was the second choice, not the first one.

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb chuckled.

Looking backwards to Janak Bachhalyā, she did not feel even the slightest sympathy for the man, who was with her since numerous years and had made her mother of his numerous sons.

There was a marked difference between Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb and the Vice Chancellor Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Aħmad, as her maiden name was.

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Aħmad was the Vice Chancellor at Durgesh Uma Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī University, Durgesh Uma Jagdambā Pārvatī World.

Hari Mohan Dev Bachhalyā loved her, but Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Aħmad refused to marry Hari Mohan Dev Bachhalyā.

She married Brahm Datt Chaturvedī, an Assistant Professor at the same University.

Hari Mohan Dev Bachhalyā raped her.

As he was an Assistant Professor at the same University, where Hari Mohan Dev Bachhalyā was Chancellor, Assistant Professor Brahm Datt Chaturvedī surrendered, not easily, but ultimately.

The worse happened.

Vice Chancellor Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Aħmad became essentially unmarried wife of Hari Mohan Dev Bachhalyā also, continuing to remain the wife of Brahmdatt Chaturvedī, PhD, an Assistant Professor.

She refused to accept herself to be Hari Mohan Dev Bachhalyā’s wife.

The case of Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb was exactly opposite.

She made her extra marital relations with Janak Bachhalyā for she needed sons to fulfill her ambitions.

It was the same reason now, to fulfill her ambitions; that she was ready to cooperate with me forever in my Eishān Vaigyānik, Supreme-scientific Programmings and transmissions, being and remaining my Årab Musalmān mare forever.

However, even so, she bargained with me.

It was a marble palace; Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb had built for her.

Janak Bachhalyā realized very soon, that Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb was far more ambitious.

He realized that it was a mistake on his part that he desired Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb.

However, it was too late.

He felt himself used by Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb, but any protest to it, was even more fatal.

Only Durgesh can match her wits, he thought.

Eventually, she will go to Durgesh with all her equally ambitious Al Waħāb sisters, other Årab Musalmān sisters-in-law, brothers and friends, both females and males.

He could not help it.

And since he realized, he even did not care for it, realizing himself incapable to do so.

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb did not accept, but he knew, she was a Communist at her heart.

In addition, so were all her equally ambitious sisters, sisters-in-law, brothers and friends, both females and males.

None of them actually believed in religion, believed in God, even in any form of the same, and hence was their utter self-centered activities.

The marble palace Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb built was around the tiled courtyard, with all its rooms.

All the rooms were as many in numbers as their beautiful and handsome occupants were, having so many dimensions in time zone, -opening onto the courtyard.

A covered walkway marched along all numerous sides of the palace, named Dvivedī-Mithilā, -even the settlement was also named so, – Dvivedī-Mithilā, -held up by marble columns.

On all the walkways, I might be seen always walking, laughing, and talking with all my almost infinite gorgeous, beautiful, voluptuous, and suitable for me; Årab Musalmān girls and Årab Musalmān Beauties day and night regularly.

All these gorgeous, beautiful, voluptuous, suitable for me; Årab Musalmān girls and Årab Musalmān Beauties were residents, administrators, artists, heroines, actresses, scientists and lady secret agents of Dvivedī-Mithilā-settlement, and of other settlements also.

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb tried to remain with us on as many occasions as it was possible for her.

Notwithstanding he was a Bachhalya-Vishisht Brahm, Janak Bachhalyā was unable to understand the deep game, Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħābwas playing.

It was too deep for him to understand entirely.

He was unable to understand, with how many born Årab Musalmān Communists’ and atheists’ Kālchakr, Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb was well linked scientifically.

The unique shapely body of Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb was so violently eager to receive Janak Bachhalyā’s eager and violent approach that even Janak Bachhalyā felt, he was falling behind.

Being a Bachhalyā-Vishisht Brahm, he can skillfully control all kinds of Årab Musalmān girls and Årab Musalmān Beauties. He understood well that the supremacy of the nature prevails and is paramount.

‘Adabdhāni Varuñasý vratāni.’

Ved/1 R/1/24/10

However, he was unable to meet completely the violent sexual passions Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb had sometimes.

Only Durgesh could meet them, he believed.

It was a great and absolutely irrevocable mistake, now he thought, that he had desired her, only because she was incredibly beautiful, young, and an Årab Musalimah.

He had gone mad, when he saw one day, that even while he was with her, Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb violently approached me suddenly in violent eagerness.

He was himself eager and violent.

Yet he stopped at once.

Janak Bachhalyā’s thundering resonant voice filled the hall,

“Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb! What are you doing? Have you gone entirely insane? Durgesh is not your husband, I am. Durgesh is our son-in-law, remember? ”

To his utter dismay, Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb laughed sweetly closing her beautiful left eye, meaningfully, winking at me, and said,

“Durgesh darling! Aren’t you interested in your Imāmzādī mother-in-law in whatsoever manner you choose?”

The night was warm.

The swimming pool was full of stunning, beautiful, voluptuous, Årab Musalmān girls and Årab Musalmān Beauties.

This whole dimension belonged to them and of course to me.

Nevertheless, it was neither Absolute Space, the Param Vyom, nor hyperspace, the Vyom.

It was Māyā Vyom, the normal space.

It was a Chaturvedī Imāmzādī World stretched out to infinite dimensions of infinite time zone.

Only I, my wives, the other Årab Musalmān girls and Årab Musalmān Beauties were allowed here with their husbands if the husband of them is I, any Bachhalyā or any Dvij.

Hindus with wives other than Årab Musalmān wives were also allowed by the shaktimān of the dimension.

All the males, if they do not belong to the category, were strictly forbidden.

It wass if HLMCIC extended to infinity.

Female species of any category may enter and live.

But even they were not allowed to bring their males with them, if they fall in the forbidden category.

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb was enjoying her bath with me.

It was I, who was enjoying Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb’s beautiful, lovely, voluptuous, and suitable for me, young Imāmzādī body now, notwithstanding the fact that she was my mother in law in my Rām Bachhalyā cadaver, and even in my Durgesh cadaver.

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb was smiling playfully.

My mesmerizing Dvij-Hindu male personality always attracted her. Even my form was also fascinating to her.

“Poor, Janak Bachhalyā.” I smiled, “Gorgeous, beautiful, and voluptuous, suitable for him, glorious girl, Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb, was his dream choice. Of all the gorgeous, beautiful, voluptuous, suitable for him, Årab Musalmān girls and Årab Musalmān Beauties, Janak Bachhalyā has till now; Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħābwas the best.”

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb laughed pleasantly.

But only laughed.

She did not say anything.

Janak Bachhalyā’s voice was filled with intense venom and revenge,

“Cautious perhaps! She used me Al Ħaifa! She used Janak Bachhalyā. She used a Vishisht Brahm. She used Janak Bachhalyā’s longing for her, and like a ton of bricks, like a damnfool, I fell for it.”

Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb was not aware of the fact that Janak Bachhalyā, with Imāmzādī Al Ħaifa Al Waħāb, was watching her, enjoying her marvelous, and even envious, youth with me.

Janak Bachhalyā knew it.

But he also knew it was good, better, far better, for him.

If she’d been aware of it, she would’ve been teasing him more and more, to insult his Bachhalyā manhood.

So was Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb, insulting the Brāhmañ males always of their Brāhmañ manhood, if there were the Brāhmañ males around her.

Now, she had left him, after using him up to her utmost vested selfish interests.

Janak Bachhalyā was sure now that she’ll start to insult him as well.

Smiling sweetly at Janak Bachhalyā, Imāmzādī Al Ħaifa Al Waħāb felt no sympathy for Janak Bachhalyā in her heart.

‘As you sow, so you reap’, she thought.

Janak Bachhalyā was the man who considered her the second one, Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb being the first.

Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān was also there with me, in my Kr’shñ Mohan body, with Janak Bachhalyā and with Imāmzādī Al Ħaifa Al Waħāb.

“What do you say, Durgesh! Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb is not faithful even to my son in law and adopted son, Bachhalyā-Vishisht Brahm, Janak Bachhalyā.”

I smiled,

“Why should she be, Darling? What your son in law and adopted son, Bachhalyā Vishisht Brahm, Janak Bachhalyā has done for her?”

Offended, glorious and beautiful Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān, looked at me as if she did not believe her own beautiful eyes, her own beautiful ears,

“What do you mean? He has given her so many, countless, sons, and you’re asking me what my son in law and adopted son, Bachhalyā-Vishisht Brahm, Janak Bachhalyā has done for her? What more a Hindu man can do for a Muslim woman? He can love her. He can give her all whatever he has and whatever he can manage. My son in law and adopted son, Bachhalyā-Vishisht Brahm, Janak Bachhalyā has done for her all of it. What more she can get from a Hindu man? You yourself always say:

Mitam dadāti hi pitā mitam bhrātā mitam sutah.

Amitasý hi dātāram bhartāram kā n’ poojayét?

Bhartā dévo gururbhartā dharmteerthvratāni ch’,

Tasmāt sarvam parityajý patimékam samarchayét.’

‘A father gives limited, limited a brother, limited a son.

Who shouldn’t respect the unlimited giver, the husband?

The husband is god, the husband is the teacher, religion, holy place, and holy laws.

Therefore, leaving all, one should respect, as it is appropriate, the husband only.’

Skandpurañ-Brahmkhand-Dharmārañý-māhātmý 7/47-48

I smiled,

“Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb did not love, Janak Bachhalyā, Salmā! She didn’t even marry him.”

“So?” Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān did not like my answer.

It was exceedingly apparent from her lovely and beautiful countenance in suppressed anger.

“It was Janak Bachhalyā who loved her, Salmā! It wasn’t she.”

Smiling, as if I was completely immune to her lovely and beautiful suppressed anger, I said,

“Salmā darling! Janak Bachhalyā is your beloved son-in-law and beloved adopted son, it does not affect Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb.”

“Why?” she asked me indignantly.

A Durgesh-Ammī Imāmzādī , Salmā Sultān-universe had come into existence since she punished her betraying-husband, Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī, by deserting him and by offering herself to me in my Kr’shñ Mohan Bachhalyā cadaver,

“Shouldn’t she provide paternal love to her sons? A son needs not only maternal love; he needs paternal love as well, for his proper development. Being an Imāmzādī Brahmāñī mastermind, shouldn’t she know it?”

“I don’t know.” I smiled mischievously, “Ask her yourself.”

Smiling in mock joviality, glorious and beautiful, Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān, said,

“I am sorry, Durgesh! But I understand I am also your wife now.” Married to Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī, and being called Ammī Imāmzādī reverentially, by each and every one, Salmā Sultān felt it her record insult that her husband, Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī had abandoned her for an Antyajā, Meerā Karosiā, however much lovely and beautiful that Antyajā, Meerā Karosiā was.

Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī tried to explain, acknowledging the truth, to Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān, when he returned,

“She is not even as lovely and beautiful as you are Salmā! But I love her and she loves me.”

“It’s alright, Kailāsh!” Glorious and stunning lady, Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān, smiled.

Even being with me in front of her legally wedded husband, Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī, did not annihilate her,

“I’m happy with my Durgesh, and I think you are happy with your Meerā Karosiā.”

“True,” said Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī, filled with repentance, “however, I should’ve told you, Salmā! ….”

“Please!” Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān interrupted her so-called husband, Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī, in his mid-sentence.

After all, her marriage ceremony was performed with him.

“Please! Stop calling me Salmā now. You haven’t any right now to do so.”

It was already a great insult to Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī, that when she received the news of his return, Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān managed to meet him in her bedroom.

Her mother in law, Ammī Imāmzādī until then, Åāýéshah Ibrāhīm; saw her in absolute stupefaction,

“Bedroom? You want to meet him in your bedroom?”

“Why shouldn’t I?” Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān asked her Imāmzādī mother in law, “A Muslim wife ought to greet her Hindu husband, as many times as possible, always in her bedroom, whenever he returns from somewhere. Why shouldn’t she? A Muslim woman always marry a Hindu for his ravenous Hindu sex kicks. Otherwise, Islam prevents her from it.”

“Salmā!” I tried to stop her, but she held my hand and endeavored to drag me towards her bedroom with her.

Ammī Imāmzādī until then, Åāýéshah Ibrāhīm; pleaded,

“Don’t do it, Salmā! Kailash  is too self-respectful. He may resort to suicide.”

Janārdan Bachhalyā, a friend of Brahmānand Chaturvedī, now openly husband of Ammī Imāmzādī until then, Åāýéshah Ibrāhīm; also said gravely,

“Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī is my son, Salmā! Brahmānand Chaturvedī was incapable to give a son to even his Muslim wives. He lacked Y-chromosome altogether. We Bachhalyas are Y-chromosomal however.”

“Yet he married countless, extra ordinarily beautiful young Årab Musalmān girls. Why? I ask you, Dad! Why?” Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān asked, though in a very respectful manner, “I respect you for everything you’ve done for your friend so far. But you, even you, even being a Bachhalyā, famous in history for providing justice to the Brahm Kanyās and to the Imāmzādī Brahmāñīs even, didn’t do justice to my Imāmzādī mothers in law.”

Janārdan Bachhalyā looked in indecisiveness at his friend’s, Brahmānand Chaturvedī’s extra ordinarily beautiful Årab Musalimah wife, Ammī Imāmzādī until then, Åāýéshah Ibrāhīm.

With all the gravity in the Multiverse, she could muster; the former Ammī Imāmzādī, Åāýéshah Ibrāhīm; said,

“You don’t know even the single of the circumstances compelled all of us to do what we did, daughter!”

“Keep them secret, Ammī Imāmzādī mother in law! As you’ve kept them very adeptly so far. Don’t disclose your family secrets even to your daughter in law.”

Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān said it ironically and dragged me into her bedroom.

Åāýéshah Ibrāhīm, the former Ammī Imāmzādī, didn’t have another alternative left to her.

She also held the wrist of Janārdan Bachhalyā, practically her husband now, since her son Janak Bachhalyā was born, and tried to drag him to her bedroom.

She would have done it only if she hadn’t seen the ever-young beautiful couple of Aj Bachhalyā and Naåeemah Åārif.

“Well, well,well.” the queen, Naåeemah Åārif, laughed sweetly, “Åāýéshah Ibrāhīm, holding the wrist of her husband’s, Brahmānand Chaturvedī’s, friend, Janārdan Bachhalyā, is a panorama; every citizen here would like to see.

“Oh, come on, Naåeemah!” the former Ammī Imāmzādī Åāýéshah Ibrāhīm, rebuked her friend, Naåeemah Åārif, with perfect right, “Can’t you see we are in a crisis now?”

The chief queen of Aj Bachhalyā Naåeemah Åārif universe, Naåeemah Åārif, was on her knees.

The perfect pair was made for each other.

“I don’t see any crisis, any catastrophe, anywhere.” She laughed melodiously, “Why do you want to secrete from the son of you both, Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī that your immensely beautiful daughter in law, the new Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān, hasn’t made the mistake, you both had made?”

“Sister! Sister in law! Bhābhī!” Now even Janārdan Bachhalyā couldn’t keep mum.

“Brother!” In the same tone of voice the chief queen of Aj Bachhalyā-Naåeemah Åārif universe, Naåeemah Åārif, replied, “Brother in law! Devar Shrī! Why don’t you understand and accept the facts as they are? Åāýéshah Ibrāhīm loved you, but you didn’t accept her love on the ground that she was already married to your friend, Brahmānand Chaturvedī.”

Naåeemah Åārif was continually pushing herself into the naked Hindu lap of Aj Bachhalyā, swallowing his large and heavy, massive Hindu prick into her ever tight ever beautiful and ever young Årab Musalimah Cunt, entirely.

Both the pairs went to the majestic bedroom of former Ammī Imāmzādī Åāýéshah Ibrāhīm and Janārdan Bachhalyā.

It was their bad luck that they didn’t know; another Bachhalyā-Imāmzādī Brahmāñī couple was watching them from the window opposite their window…

As soon as Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān entered into her bedroom with me, she closed the doors from inside and started to undress both of us.

“Salmā !” I tried again in vain to stop her, “Since you’d compelled me to make love to you….”

“I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to hear. I want you to make love to me, Kr’shñ Mohan Bachhalyā! Do you hear me?” Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān put her extra ordinarily beautiful, cylindrical, arms across my Hindu neck, and embracing me tightly she kissed me on my cold Hindu lips.

Her beautiful crimson Årab Musalimah lips were burning with extreme passion.

With our total nudity now, I felt myself hardened to my fringe.

My Hindu manhood was saluting her Årab Musalimah femininity, and even was kissing it.

It was trying it’s best to enter her against all my wishes.

“Come on.” Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān laughed melodically, “I may be Menkā, but it’s certain, you aren’t Brahmarshi Bhagvān Vishύāmitr. And even Brahmarshi Bhagvān Vishύāmitr had to surrender ultimately. Menkā proved to be Menkā in the end. I promise you to prove the same.”

“You’ve already proven that when you had won me. Why there’s another attempt to prove what already has been proven?”

Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān brought her glorious cylindrical right hand forward and holding my Hindu penis, kissed it.

“Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī doesn’t deserve the punishment, you’ve decided to accord on him, Salmā!”

She laughed, went on her knees, and swallowed my, hardened to its fringe, Hindu penis, into her beautiful Årab Musalimah mouth. Starting to suck it she laughed again.

I kissed her beautiful Årab Musalimah Cunt passionately,

“O.K. If you want it, take it. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“You’re warning me ever since I proposed to you. Now for a change, try to make love to me. I’m beautiful, living even to your high standards of female beauties. Don’t I?”

When Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī entered there, and how, we didn’t know.

When we saw him, he smiled,

“Sorry, I wanted to see whether Salmā is happy, willing, and has forgotten what I’ve done to her inadvertently.”

“Seeing your wife sucking your brother’s in law Dvij Hindu penis perhaps overwhelmed you.” Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān smiled sweetly, bending on her knees again, holding my Dvij Hindu penis and directing it to the rosy mouth of her attractive beautiful Årab Musalimah Cunt, “Now see how your wife welcomes your brother’s in law Dvij Hindu penis into her beautiful Årab Musalimah Cunt.”

Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī smiled,

“If you think it’s a stern punishment to me, just enjoy it, as much as you please. I can understand the hell you’ve passed through. You’ve every right to do what you’re doing. However, she is not even as lovely and as beautiful as you are Salmā! But I love her and she loves me.”

“It’s alright, Kailāsh!” Glorious and stunning lady, Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān, smiled.

Even being with me in sexual unison in front of her legally married husband, Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī, did not annihilate her,

“I’m happy with my Durgesh, and I think you are happy with your Meerā Karosiā.” she added.

“True,” said Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī, filled with repentance, “however, I should’ve told you, Salmā!”

“Why should’ve you? You should’ve not. After all, you’re called to be a man. It’s a man-made society. All the rules and regulations here are only for women. Men are entirely free to do whatsoever they damn please. You ought not to be foolish enough, as Durgesh is, and wants to remain forever foolishly; to care for the silly sentiments of us Muslimahs.” She pushed her Årab Musalimah Cunt against my ever erect, ever aggressive, ever persistent, Dvij Hindu penis, and swallowed it in consequence, into her lovely Imāmzādī womanhood at last entirely.

“If you want to enjoy your love session with Durgesh alone, I can go and can meet you later on, Salmā!” Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī proposed.

“You know better, Kailāsh Nāth Chaturvedī!” Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultānsmiled amiably, “You know, I’m enjoying my love session with Durgesh, facing you more, than I may enjoy it alone. In fact, I’m greeting you thus. Welcome. Very very happy return to the home.”

“Salmā!….”

“Stop calling me Salmā now.” Ammī Imāmzādī, Salmā Sultān thundered, “You haven’t any right to do so. Only Kr’shñ Mohan Bachhalyā, Durgesh and my other elders and friends reserve the rights.”

Chapter 3

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More Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

2.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

3. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

4. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

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Other interesting writings from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Maamekam sharan’am vraj

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Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

16. A Deep Conflict-1

17. A deserving unfaithfulness

18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

19. I’m never ashamed of it

20. Yåqūb Family-1

21. They conspired against me

22 A secret Smile

23. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

25. The Beaming Knowledge

26. The three pregnants-1

27. The three pregnants-2

28. In the Moonlight

29. The women in my life

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

48. Making love and understanding everything

49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

DSM Satyarthi

Chapter One

Nemesis: After The End

Mildred tapped gently on the shoulder of the man, feeling his desperation, feeling his extreme anxiety, “Janus!”

The man, Janus Pitt, did not whirl at her.

Instead, she was astonished to see that he turned himself, as if he was fully in the command of his senses, calm, and behaving as if nothing of importance had happened.

“Sorry, you lost your game.” Sympathizing with him, mockingly, Mildred said.

“It was not my game at all, Ammul Kāýnāt!” Janus Pitt smiled maturely instead, “I was playing it on behalf of all the humanity.”

Mildred, in her nude, on all her fours, smiled herself.

She knew Janus Pitt very well.

He could not befool her even the slightest whatsoever.

From her rear, I was entering my stoutest stallion Hindu prick into her tight and beautiful American Christian cunt continually, being on my knees.

Imāmzādī Al Katībah Al Waħāb, also on all her fours, similar to other everyoung Muslim young women present there,; looked back at her everyoung handsome Bachhalyā husband, Vishvās Shakr Mānav, in a manner having all the feminine tenderness and all the feminine love in her beautiful Muslim eyes for him.

Vishvās Shakr Mānav was not only her husband but also her love as well.

Her ever-young sons, Rām Mānav, Bharat Mānav, Laxmañ Mānav, Shatrughn Mānav, etc. in perfect sexual unison with their ever young, beautiful, Muslim beloveds, entering them continuously, as I was continually entering Mildred Robert Lincoln.

Imāmzādī Al Zainab Al Waħāb, the eldest daughter of Janak Chaturvédī and Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb smiled calmly, enjoying the sturdy Bachhalyā prick of her Bachhalyā lover, Rām Bachhalyā into her firm and beautiful Muslim cunt continually,

“The humanity will be ever indebted to you, Janus!”

Janus Pitt behaved as if there wasn’t any slightest bit of irony in the sweet voice of Imāmzādī Al Zainab Al Waħāb.

Knowing the importance of the Bachhalyās in the history and in the life today, and knowing the importance of the Bachhalyās’ beautiful Muslim wives, their beautiful Muslim beloveds, and their beautiful Muslim sex-associates, Janus Pitt had managed to intermix a  lot of his lady-secret-agents among them.

He was surprised when Helena Christy reported to him:

“I’m sorry, my dear brother! Rām Bachhalyā isn’t paying attention to me sexually.”

“Whaaat?” Janus Pitt saw his younger sister in utter surprise, “Rām Bachhalyā is a Hindu playboy and to fuck a beautiful Christian young lady is a spiritual pride for the Hindu playboys. Isn’t it? Don’t forget, The Hindus have Tantr and Kāmsootr as their religious scriptures and they practice them consecrating. ”

“I’m not forgetting anything.” Helena Christy Pitt poured herself soft women’s drink, took a mouthful, and then smiled at her elder brother, “It seems to me that my elder brother, the Christian-mastermind, is quite upset?”

“You know better, Helena!” Janus Pitt also poured himself a drink, not a soft women’s drink, of course, “I maybe a Christian by birth, but I’m sorry, I don’t believe in Christianity any more.”

“You mean you aren’t a Christian mastermind?” Helena Christy asked in mock surprise.”

“I believed myself to be a mastermind, but not a Christian mastermind.”

“Whereas Janak Chaturvédī claims to be a Brāhmañ Mastermind.” Helena Christy informed his elder brother.

“Forget him. He’s a fool. Janak Chaturvédī claims to be a Brāhmañ Mastermind, but if he’s truly so, why couldn’t he keep his wife, Imāmzādī Al Kħadeejah Al Waħāb to himself? Why he lost his Saůūdī Årab Muslimah mastermind wife to Janak Bachhalyā, a Bachhalyā mastermind?”

“Are you intimating that there aren’t any Brāhmañ masterminds anywhere?” Helena Christy Pitt gazed her brother rather in a crude manner.”

“Let the Christian, Muslim, Jew, and the other religious fools think and say so.?”

“What do you mean?”

“There are only the religious fanatic fools, who think, the masterminds may be in their religion only, it’s their religion only which is capable to produce the masterminds, any other religion isn’t capable to do so.”

“And you don’t believe the theory?” Helena Christy Pitt asked gazing her brother quite in an unfinished manner again.

“Do you?”

“Don’t be silly.” Helena Christy Pitt laughed. Janus Pitt also joined in the laughter.

Helena Christy Pitt had used a long path to be acquainted with Rām Bachhalyā. Even Janus Pitt had laughed when she discussed the approach with him, “Have you ever read ‘The Rāmāyañ’, Helena! A religious mythological scripture of the Hindus, they claim to be their ancient history of the ‘Trétā era?”

“Don’t be silly.” Helena Christy Pitt laughed, “Don’t tell me you have.”

Janus Pitt also joined in the laughter, “Believe it or not, I have.”

Helena Christy Pitt was really surprised now, “You what?”

“Believe it or not, I have read ‘The Rāmāyañ’, Helena! A religious mythological scripture of the Hindus, they claim to be their ancient history of the Trétā era. And, I’m feeling as if I’m a Rāvañ, you being the incredibly beautiful Chandrnakhā Paulastý, Rāvañ’s younger sister.”

“Don’t be stupid, don’t be ridiculous.” Helena Christy Pitt laughed, “Don’t be ludicrous, preposterous, absurd, silly, outlandish, unreasonable, foolish, and laughable.”

They both laughed, no doubt; yet the simile was perfect.

Chapter 2

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More Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Prelude to Ten Commandments

2.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

3. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

4. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

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Other interesting writings from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Maamekam sharan’am vraj

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Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

16. A Deep Conflict-1

17. A deserving unfaithfulness

18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

19. I’m never ashamed of it

20. Yåqūb Family-1

21. They conspired against me

22 A secret Smile

23. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

25. The Beaming Knowledge

26. The three pregnants-1

27. The three pregnants-2

28. In the Moonlight

29. The women in my life

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

48. Making love and understanding everything

49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

The Foundation Story Continued-13

The Foundation Story Continued

DSM Satyarthi

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter Thirteen

Durgesh Åāýéshah Al Ůsmān

Ban on Communism

Comrade Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān smiled.“Gladia! I mean Dr. Gladia Delmarre! You don’t know anything about Hinduism personally. Only because you are livingwith a Hindu, you think Hinduismis swell. It is not.”“Do you know about Hinduism, Åāýeshā?” I smiled patiently.

“My father is a Hindu.” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān announced with great pride.

“Yes! To some extent you are right.” I admitted gravely.

“To some extent?” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān repeated me.

“To some extent.” I confirmed.

“Not exactly?”

“Hinduism, as it is used now, is a relative term, my dear!”

“Relative to what?” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān grew more sarcastic even.

“Hinduism emerged from Ved. Do you agree?”

“As Judaism from Old Testament? Christianity from New Testament? And, Islam from Qur’an Majeed?”

“Certainly! Certainly!”

“I don’t agree with you.” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān differed with me with a vengeance.

“May I ask why?”

Ved does not mention anywhere the word ‘Hindu’. It uses the word ‘Ārý’ instead.”

“I agree with you, Åāýeshā! Hindu is not a word used in Ved, but it is a ‘Yogdr’sht’ word, and relates to a person who practices Ved invariably in all aspects of life.”

“It’s what you say, Durgesh! It is not written in Ved anywhere.”

Ved is a law book, darling!” I smiled at her maturely, “Ved is a book of Constitution for the entire universes we have and we can have

He is reached the bright bodiless, woundless, sinewless, the pure which evil hath not pierced, from everywhere. Far-sighted, Analyzer, Omnipresent, Self-existent hath prescribed aims, according to facts, unto the everlasting subjects/years.’

Ved: 2Y|40|8

The Mantr tells us that Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā did not prescribe aims to the Param Purush, the Absolute man in person. It was prescribed to the soul, to the spirit, of Param Purush, the Absolute man― ‘Akaayam’ ‘Bodiless’.”

“So?”

“It was the everfirst revelation of Ved to the Param Purush, the Absolute man. He could not be ‘Hindu’ without practicing Ved, and he could not practice Ved, until and unless the Ved is not revealed to him.”

“I see.”Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān looked at me gravely.

“You should. The revelation of Ved was direct Soul to soul, Spirit to spirit, Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā to Param Purush, the Absolute man. There was no medium in between, nor any mediator.”

“And to the Vedarshis?”

“That was after a long period of Kalp Kalpānters. Before it there were only Param Purush, the Absolute man and Ammuhātul Kāýnāt― a long, virtually ‘infinite’ series of Ammuhātul Kāýnāt―

‘S’ vai naiv reme——-

― ‘Shatpath Brāhmañ’: Kānd 14| Prapāthak 1| Brāhmañ 2| Kandikā 4-10.

So’ved aham vaav sr’shtirasmi’ ‘He knew I myself am the Creation’. Vedarshis cannot be conceived before the Creation.”

Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān laughed.

“Durgesh dear! You behave as if it is really the history.”

“Because I believe it is so.” I smiled.

“Bosh and Nonsense!”

“You believe such is the case, and follow Communism.”

“Yes!” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān said proudly.

“And you failed, Åāýeshā!” I exploded the bombshell.

“What???”Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān almost jumped.

“Didn’t you?” I looked into her beautiful Årab Muslimā Communist feminine eyes, “I gave you every latitude, nevertheless the First Galactic Empire is falling.”

“And you are happy that it is falling and I failed.” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān charged me.

“Åāýeshā! I told you it will result so.”

“It resulted so, because you wanted it to result so.” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān charged me again sternly.

“Sorry! I disagree with you. I cannot make the impossible possible. I did not interfere even in the least.”

“Your will power is so tremendous―”

“My will power―even my will power, however tremendous you may conceive it is, cannot change the constitution of the Creations―

Adabdhaani varun’asy’ vrataani Þ

Ved/1 R/1/24/10.

Nakirasy’ praminanti vrataani

Ved 4A|

Lā tabdeel likalmātillāhi’.

Qurãn Majeed: 10 Yunus| 64.

‘Va lan tajid lisunnatillāhi tabdeelan.’

Qurãn Majeed: 48 Al Fataħ | 23.

Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān laughed.

“What’s there to laugh?” I smiled.

“You are behaving as if you are really a practicing Hindu.”

“Well, I am, darling!”

Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān laughed again.

“We are atheists, Durgesh!”

I am most certainly not.” I said gravely.

“If you were theist, you’d have banned Communism, as soon as there was a demand to the effect from Hindu Vishv.” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān smiled and winked at me meaningfully.

Chapter 14

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More Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Prelude to Ten Commandments

2.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

3. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

4. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

———————————————————————————————————————————————————-

Other interesting writings from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Maamekam sharan’am vraj

———————————————————————————————————————–———————————

Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

16. A Deep Conflict-1

17. A deserving unfaithfulness

18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

19. I’m never ashamed of it

20. Yåqūb Family-1

21. They conspired against me

22 A secret Smile

23. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

25. The Beaming Knowledge

26. The three pregnants-1

27. The three pregnants-2

28. In the Moonlight

29. The women in my life

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

48. Making love and understanding everything

49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

The Foundation Story Continued-12

The Foundation Story Continued

DSM Satyarthi

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

A Demand to Ban Communism

Vaqā Yūsuf was extremely thrilled when she held my throbbing Hindu Penis between her labial lips.

She felt as if she was incomplete till now.

She was completing herself by holding Durgesh’s Hindu Penis and putting it there between her very Saůūdī Årab Muslimā labial lips.

They gripped Durgesh’s Hindu Penis as if they were ravenous for it, famished, starved and therefore greedy.

Her Royal Highness Sheikha Safiyah bint Abū Qāsim Al Khalifa had congratulated her and wished that may Allah bless her and now her dream may be fulfilled.

Her Royal Highness was quite right.

She had told her―

“Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashrath Bhārgav has established a new Brahm Ayodhyā Creations with numerous Årab Muslimāt Ållāmāzādīs, Imāmzādīs, Maulānāzādīs and Shéikħzādīs as his new Mahārānīs and Rānīs.”

Vaqā Yūsuf had laughed.

“And what happened of her original Brāhmañ Mahārānīs and Rānīs, Your Highness?”

“They got a better husband.” Her Royal Highness Sheikha Safiyah bint Abū Qāsim Al Khalifa’s beautiful eyes twinkled mischievously.

“But why did you do it, Your Highness?”

Her Royal Highness’s beautiful eyes blazed.

The fool had refused to sleep with ‘us’.”

“What?” Vaqā Yūsuf could not believe, “Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashrath Bhārgav?”

“Yes! The same fool!” There was enormous hatred in her voice.

“He― he refused you?” Vaqā Yūsuf still could not believe.

“Even while His Highness himself requested to oblige ‘our’ wishes.”

“I―” Vaqā Yūsuf stammered, “I can’t believe it, Your Royal Highness! You are so beautiful, you are so resourceful―”

“He was more resourceful then.” Her Royal Highness Sheikha Safiyah bint Abū Qāsim Al Khalifa cut her short, “Then.”

She cut her upper lip softly and smiled meaningfully.

Vaqā Yūsuf could not help but to ask.

“But― but why did you ask him to sleep with you if he did not want to?”

Sheikha Safiyah bint Abū Qāsim Al Khalifa rebuked her.

“Don’t talk like a girl who is not even adult yet. You were watching internet. Were you not?”

“Yes! Of course!”

“What were you watching?”

“It was a Forum from Pakistan.”

“And the subject was?”

Vaqā Yūsuf smiled mischievously.

‘Why do Muslim girls never happy with their own men’.”

Sheikha Safiyah bint Abū Qāsim Al Khalifa laughed.

“Why are they not?”

“There are various reasons given by different persons.” Vaqā Yūsuf smiled at the Sheikha.

“Tell me one.”

“Some ‘Ninjamaninja’ said

‘In Mumbai and Delhi, most prostitutes (90%) are Muslim women and most clients are Hindus and Sikhs. These prostitutes prefer non-Muslim clients over their fellow Muslims because non-Muslims have more money, power, stamina & beauty. So what are we arguing about?’

“Now let’s analyze her answer.” The Sheikha proposed.

“’her’?”

“Of course! It seems to me that the participant ‘Ninjamaninja’ is a Muslim girl quite ashamed of the prostitutes being 90% of them Muslim.”

“Oh!”

“Now, the first question is, why there 90% of the prostitutes are Muslims?”

“Your Royal Highness!”

“I think the first answer should be that the Muslim Society can’t provide them a respectable job for their subsistence.”

“Yes! I do agree.” Vaqā Yūsuf smiled, “You are ‘the head of the Supreme Council for Women in Baħrain’. You can analyze the situation more skillfully.”

‘Supreme Council for Women

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

The Supreme Council for Women is Baħrain’s advisory body to the government on women’s issues. It is chaired by Sheikha Safiyah bint Abū Qāsim Al Khalifa, the wife of Baħrain’s King Hameed bin Moosa Al Khalifa. Its secretary general is Lulwa Al Awazi, who was given the rank of honorary cabinet minister in 2001.

The Supreme Council was established to promote women’s rights in the Kingdom and women’s full participation in society, and has been at the forefront of the campaign for the introduction of a unified personal status law (see women’s political rights in Baħrain for more details). It has also published studies, worked to coordinate campaigns with other women’s rights groups, and sought to promote female candidates for the 2006 municipal and general elections. Among the candidates contesting the 2006 poll, to be held on 26 November 2006, is the Council’s Dr Munira Fakhro, who is standing for the ex-Marxist Waad.

According to Lulwa Al Awazi the biggest obstacle to women’s rights in Baħrain are clerics, who set political agendas for their followers and have remained steadfastly against a united family law in the kingdom. Ms Al-Awazi said of particular concern is Shia clerics’ objections to women taking part in municipal elections due to what she termed their ’strange’ perception that female municipal councilors may be called late in the night to help with a municipal problem and thus be placed in a morally compromising situation.[1]

Former activist with the Supreme Council, Dr Nada Haffaz, was appointed Baħrain’s first full female cabinet minister in 2004 when she became Minister of Health. Several other members are legislators in the upper chamber of parliament, the Consultative Council.

Ghada Jamsheer, the most prominent women’s rights activist in Baħrain[1][2] has accused the Supreme Council of hindering women’s rights in Baħrain, calling it a “government cliché”. In a statement in December 2006 she said:

The government is using the family law issue as a bargaining tool with opposition Islamic groups. This is evident through the fact that the authorities raise this issue when ever they want to distract attention from other controversial political issues. While no serious steps are taken to help approve this law, although the government and its puppet National Assembly had no trouble in the last four years when it came to approving restrictive laws related to basic freedoms.

All of this is why no one in Baħrain believes in Government clichés and government institution like the Supreme Council for Women. The government used women’s rights as a decorative tool on the international level. While the Supreme Council for Women was used to hinder non-governmental women societies and to block the registration of the Women Union for many years. Even when the union was recently registered, it was restricted by the law on societies.[3]

In May 2007 statement, the Women’s Petition Committee called for the dissolution of the Supreme Council for Women, citing its failure in “building and supporting Baħraini women”. It further noted that “most women attained decision making positions on the basis of tribal or sectarian affiliation or personal allegiance to the Authorities and some members of the Royal court.” The statement claimed that the SCW withheld support to prominent female activist Munira Fakhro in the 2006 elections, knowingly allowing Ali Salah of the Salafist Islamist Al Asalah party to win.[4]

Lulwa Al Awazi is a leading Baħraini women’s rights advocate and the Secretary General of the Supreme Council for Women, the main women’s organization in Baħrain. She holds the rank of ‘honorary cabinet minister’, which she was given in 2002 when the Council was established as part of the opening of civil society in the small Gulf Kingdom.

She has been at the forefront on the Council’s campaign to get parliament to introduce a Personal Status Law to protect women’s rights in issues of divorce and inheritance. This has led her to clash with Islamists who have promised ‘blood on the streets’ if women are given such rights. She has been one of the few political leaders in Baħrain to challenge Islamists directly, saying that they are not respecting women’s rights and instead of engaging in debating are personalizing confrontations[1]. However, she has been careful to keep debate on the proposed law within religious terms, telling the Gulf News: “I was the first Baħraini women and lawyer to realize that in the seventies there was a difference between religious rulings and what is being implemented.”[2]

She has been key in drawing up the Supreme Council’s strategy to assist female candidates contest 2006’s election. Since 2002 women have had the right to vote and contest parliamentary and local elections, and Ms Al Awazi has urged women to full utilize their rights: “Women must be able to identify all relevant provisions in the Constitution and the means to exercise their political rights.”[3]

Ms Al Awazi’s background is in Law, and along with Haya Rashed Al Khalifa (who subsequently went on to become the President of the United Nations General Assembly) she became one of the first two practicing female lawyers in the 1970s.

“Now, does it not astonish that we have the richest Muslim of the world, not in Saudi Arabia, not in the Arabian Peninsula, neither in the United Arab Emirates, but in India―”

“Your Royal Highness―” Vaqā Yūsuf could not say anything.

Sheikha Safiyah bint Abū Qāsim Al Khalifa continued―

“Nevertheless, we find that ‘In Mumbai and Delhi, most prostitutes, 90% of them, are Muslim Women’. Isn’t it shameful for the Indian Muslims? Isn’t it Shameful for the other Muslims all around the globe?”

The beautiful eyes of Vaqā Yūsuf blazed with quite indignation.

“Now―” Sheikha Safiyah bint Abū Qāsim Al Khalifa kept saying, “We can see why the Muslim Women are so skeptic. Why should they go to the immoral men who use to say the high things but their practice is so rotten?”

Vaqā Yūsuf said patiently―

“Your Royal Highness were telling why she offered her to Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashrath Bhārgav?”

Sheikha Safiyah bint Abū Qāsim Al Khalifa smiled,

“‘We’ are not happy with your ‘Royal His Highness’, Vaqā Yūsuf!”

Vaqā Yūsuf was dumb founded.

“In the Forum of Pakistan you were watching: ‘why do Muslim girls never happy with their own men’―” Sheikha Safiyah bint Abū Qāsim Al Khalifa said, “Whopper King from London says―

‘Yes, because 99.9% of the Paki women never experience gazims because all their males are 2 inchers. Thus, Paki women after marriage become psycho byacthes and produce retarded children. Most of the participants from Pak on this forum belong to this category.’

Proud Sikh Munda says―

Muslim girls not happy with their own men , because all of the Muslim men chop of their d*cks , the girls who remain all their life in tight burkhas , wait to get married and in the end just get a guy wid a tiny 0.1 inch d*ck , that certainly isn’t long enough to satisfy , at least a women , may work on a goat or a pig for sure .’

Now, this is the Problem, Vaqā Yūsuf!”

Vaqā Yūsuf was still dumb founded.

She could manage to ask after an thoroughly obvious effort―

“Your Royal Highness! You mean― You mean―”

“Certainly.” Sheikha Safiyah bint Abū Qāsim Al Khalifa said tartly, “‘We’ also can’t get satisfied with a ‘tiny 0.1 inch d*ck’.”

Her beautiful eyes were blazing with fire.

It was only an accident that Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashrath Bhārgav met Harla Branno, or so it was said.

It was fortunate for him that Harla Branno was visiting the past extensively so that she could manage the Second Galactic Empire under the Leadership of Foundation should not collapse as the First Galactic Empire did.

“I can help you, Dashrath!” Harla Branno looked at him gravely.

Ammul Kāýnāt! Supreme Mother!” Dashrath Bhārgav asked desperately, “And what should I do so that you can help me?”

Durgesh says it is atheism due which to the First Galactic Empire collapsed. I don’t believe him.”

“Because you are an atheist?”

“Because I’m an atheist. Yes!”

“You don’t want Durgesh to amend the Time Cycle so that atheism should not be there in the Time Cycle any more?”

“What  would have you wanted if you were also  an atheist as I am?” Harla Branno smiled somewhat tersely.

“Well―” Dashrath Bhārgav said, “I’m not an atheist.”

“I know you are not, Dashrath! But you are facing a grave problem. Your religious beliefs are not helping you.”

“I’m a Traditional Hindu, Ammul Kāýnāt!”

“I know.”

“I don’t like to have sexual intercourses every now and then, and moreover, with a woman who is not my wife.”

Harla Branno smiled at Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashrath Bhārgav patiently,

“Nevertheless, you have satisfied the Sheikħa sexually and she is very pleased with you now. Now, why are you so worried?”

“The Sheikha is ‘the head of the Supreme Council for Women in Baħrain’.”

“So what?”

“The problem Sheikha Safiyah bint Abū Qāsim Al Khalifa is facing is not of her own only.”

The eyes of Harla Branno widened suddenly with the quick realization of what Dashrath Bhārgav was telling.

“You mean― you mean―”

“Yes, Ammul Kāýnāt!” Dashrath Bhārgav said curtly, “She is blackmailing me now to satisfy other Årab Muslimāt as well.”

Sheikha Safiyah bint Abū Qāsim Al Khalifa?”

“Yes!”

“Blackmailing you now to satisfy other Årab Muslimāt as well?”

“Yes, Supreme Mother!”

Harla Branno laughed.

Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashrath Bhārgav looked at her quite astonished.

“What is the matter, Dashrath? Go ahead and satisfy all of them. You are a man. You are not impotent. Are you?”

Ammul Kāýnāt!” Dashrath Bhārgav looked at her in horror.

“What happened?”

“Sanātan Dharm does not allow it.”

Durgesh, Dvij Hindus and the Bachhalyās do it as quite a routine, Dashrath! They are more believed, more successful and more dependable.”

“They love sex, Ammul Kāýnāt! And moreover, they are not against extra marital sexual relationships.”

“Then why are you?”

“I belong to Sanātan Dharm.”

“And your Sanātan Dharm stops you to make extra marital sexual relations with the proposed Årab Muslimāt?”

“They are Ållāmāzādīs, Imāmzādīs, Maulānāzādīs and Shéikħzādīs.”

“So what?”

“They want to marry me.”

“What?” Harla Branno had to try her best not to jump.

Cinda Monay did not like Dors Venabili.

“She is too much inquisitive, Durgesh darling!” Cinda Monay held my Penis into her right fist and she was playing with it violently.

I Smiled and kissed her.

It was the small Electro Clarification Laboratory.

For some reason, it was maintained at a temperature somewhat lower than normal.

“After Hari Seldon, it’s natural Dr. Yugo Amaryl will head the project.” Cinda Monay smiled at me, “Nevertheless, I think he is too burdened and too busy that he should be burdened with administration also.”

I knew, it was not Dr. Cinda Monay speaking, Tamwile Elar was behind it.

Dors Venabili had asked me to watch Cinda Monay.

The girl was in the same psychological condition, in which once I found Dr. Susan Calvin and Maimoonā Usmā Islām.

Both were so busy with their work that they themselves did not know how much feminine charm they possess.

“Don’t you go to beauty parlor ever, Doctor?” I had smiled at her.

Cinda Monay had looked at me astonished,

“For what?”

“To sharpen your feminine charms.” I looked directly into her blue eyes, of course romantically.

Dors Venabili had laughed.

“So you think that girl will surrender to you?”

Lynda Wienis laughed.

“Like a ton of bricks, Dors! What do you think Durgesh is? He just raises his eyebrows and even the most beautiful women start to follow him. I have seen it on Anacreon so many times that if once it will not happen, I will die on account of greatest surprise only.”

I also laughed.

“She is exaggerating, Dors! I’ve also failed so many times.”

Hari Seldon smiled.

“Sorry. I happen to agree with Lynda Wienis instead.”

Dors Venabili smiled to me.

“If you just take care of this Tamwile Elar, Durgesh! I’ll do anything for you. Whatever you say.”

Tamwile Elar blindly believes on Cinda Monay.” I said.

“She has made his dream come true.” Dors Venabili uttered tersely.

“Dors!” Hari Seldon started to say something but Lynda Wienis interrupted.

“Dors! I’m with you. You and Hari have helped me a lot. I can do anything for you.”

“Lynda! You don’t know anything.” Hari Seldon said wearily, “My grand daughter had dreamed―”

“How do you know?” Hari Seldon interrupted Dors Venabili.

“We are wasting our precious time.” Princess Lorraine Abraham of Konom interrupted, “Doctor! I think Dors aunty is right. We are war prisoners here. Even then the love and respect we are receiving from both of you―”

“Lorraine is right.”Princess Rosalie David of Daribow also seconded her, “I’ll also do anything for both of you, uncle! and auntie!”

There was a definite conviction in her voice.

“I detest that religion of science of Salvor Hardin so much that I want your help in the matter, uncle!” Lynda Wienis said gravely, “It is quite natural that we should also take your problems as our problems if we want you to take our problem as your problem.”

Thus, the matter was settled and I was being sucked by Cinda Monay.

Eto Demerzel looked at me anxiously.

“Hari is only a mathematician, Sir!”

“What do you mean, Daneel?”

“He may invent psychohistory in a due period, but he does not understand the danger to believe anyone blindly.”

I smiled.

Daneel! What do you want to say?”

“I’m only a robot, Sir!”

“It’s all right, Daneel! I’m satisfied with you and your work. Gladia was right when she asked me to allot some important work to you.”

“Madam Gladia has changed too much with your constant contact, Sir!” Robot Daneel Olivaw smiled at me, “She is fighting now for the joint efforts of Spacers and Settlers for settlement of the Galaxy.”

“We are filling the gaps, Daneel!” I said gravely, “We the human beings don’t have our three laws as you robots have. We have Trishapt instead. Nevertheless, Trishapt is also optional.”

“May I ask why Trishapt is optional, Sir? Why can’t you see to make the Trishapt compulsory for the entire humankind?”

“It does not tally with the structure Ved proposes for the human Societies, Daneel! Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā has designed the Universes for the consumptions of the humankind, not for austerities, nor to impose His sovereignty―

‘Enveloped by Eīshān must be this all―

Whatever that moves in the world.

With that renounced, enjoy yourself,

Covet no wealth of anyone.

Doing Karm only here one should wish

To live hundreds of years.

Only this is the way for thee, none else;

So Karm cleave not to man.’

―Ved: 2Y: 40/1-2.”

Daneel looked at me respectfully.

I continued―

“‘ENJOY yourself’ ‘Bhunjeethaa’ is the actual commandment from Eīshān to the humankind, Daneel! Not ‘Renounce’ ‘tyajeethaa’. The Universes are thus made not to be ‘Renounced’ but to be ‘Enjoyed’”

“These are the very thoughts, Sir!” Daneel said respectfully, “which make the atheists to claim that you are also an atheist by heart.”

I smiled.

“I know, Daneel! But I can’t change the meaning of Ved and Vedmantrs to suit my purposes.”

“Sir!”

Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā does not want human beings to renounce the luxuries of the Universes, He has provided. The only ‘renunciation’ he wants from them is ‘not to envelope all with Him’― ‘rsuÞ R;äsuÞ’. Alas, the atheists not do even that and therefore they are always defeated.”

“They don’t agree with you.”

“I know. Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān also did not agree with me, but what happened? The First Galactic Empire was established with theism with the efforts of several millenniums, several generations, and it is falling very fast, very rapidly.”

“Sir! Actually, what do you want?”

“Only work everything ‘according to facts’ ‘Yaathaatathyatah

Ved: 2Y|40|8.

Ammul Kāýnāt Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān also claim that they are working Yaathaatathy’atah’ ‘according to facts’.”

“I know what she claims, Daneel, and what she practices.” I smiled knowingly.

Daneel could not say anything.

He was not programmed to offense an Ammul Kāýnāt, whatever her practices were.

No robot was designed and programmed ever capable to do so.

Even the Communists and atheists could not do so because the original positronic brain was designed by Ashvini.

No one succeeded into changing the basic structure of the Positronic brain since ever.

The attempts were done and failed repeatedly.

Robot Daneel Olivaw controlled himself and tried to resume the subject.

He could not understand while talking with me why he could not keep adhering to the subject.

I always went to Ved, and he always wanted to listen to me what I did have to say about Ved.

Even Dr. Gladia Delmarre did not like his attitude.

“Why do you listen to Durgesh so attentively, Daneel, whenever he starts to speak something about Ved?” She was angry with him.

Robot Daneel Olivaw smiled.

“I’m sorry, madam!”

“You must be.”

“He always speaks something great when he quotes some Vedmantr, madam!”

“But I had ordered you to feed yourself the complete Ved.”

“Yes, madam!” Daneel replied respectfully and obediently.

“Hadn’t you?” Gladia was somewhat more annoyed.

“I have, madam! I have.”

“Haven’t you fed yourself all the available commentaries on Ved, including commentary of Durgesh on Ved also?”

“I have, madam!”

“Then why do you listen to Durgesh so aptly even now whenever he quotes some Vedmantr? What is new there for you?”

“The new heights of humanity, madam!” Robot Daneel Olivaw was grave.

“What?”

“Yes, madam! Durgesh always explains each Vedmantr whenever he quotes it with a new context, with a new height, I even can’t imagine.”

“Great Space, Daneel!” Dr. Gladia Delmarre could not find appropriate words to express her clearly, to the extent she wanted, “Don’t tell me you are also a Dvij Hindu now. A robot is a Dvij Hindu. Hahha. You don’t tell me Durgesh knows more than a robot too.”

She laughed enjoying the imagination.

Yet, Robot Daneel Olivaw was grave still now,

“I don’t know, but my three laws compel me to listen to him not only whenever he quotes some Vedmantr, but also when he quotes some religious verse or some religious passages from some religious book.”

“Great Eternity, Daneel! Durgesh is a fraud.” Gladia Delmarre almost screamed.

Dumb stricken Robot Daneel Olivaw wanted to contradict its owner vehemently.

He wanted to say,

‘You are entirely mistaken, madam! Durgesh can’t be a fraud. He is so true to his convictions when he speaks of them that he can’t be a fraud.’

But, Robot Daneel Olivaw could not say that to Gladia Delmarre.

She was a human being and Daneel was a robot.

Daneel could not offend her.

Robot Daneel Olivaw resumed the subject.

“Hari Seldon is almost as innocent as I find you, Sir!”

“I know, Daneel!” I smiled.

“Hari Seldon also needs protection from his own self, as you need.”

Daneel, you are―”

“Dr. Ashvini Mahimvat Āgnéý has designed our positronic brain to obey the three laws of robotics. You are almost almighty yourself, usually accompanied with some Ammul Kāýnāt, nevertheless Dr. Ashvini Mahimvat Āgnéý has himself made thousands of lady robots and other robots, humanoids and non humanoids even, especially to protect you not from the others only but from you as well.”

“And what does it prove, Daneel?” I smiled elderly.

“What does, Sir?”

“―that Ashvini does not believe in my immortality.”

Robot Daneel Olivaw smiled.

“Why are you so against your own protection, Sir?”

“It’s not so, Daneel.” I answered him complacently.

“Not so?”

“Not in the least even.”

“Sir!”

Daneel!” I explained, “Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā has told about me in Ved itself very extensively.”

“But not your name, Sir!”

“Yes! ― Not my name. But even then, He saw carefully, even painstakingly, that EīshānVigyān cannot work without my name.”

“I’m listening to you, Sir!”

“Yes! I can see. But, don’t only listen to me, Daneel! Answer my key question to which I was driving you at. Why did Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā did it?”

“I’m sure I can’t tell you, Sir!”

“I can provide only one explanation, Daneel!”

“And, may I ask, Sir, what is that?”

“Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā has designed me to make immortal.”

“Sir! There are millions of Ved-Specialists who do not agree with you.”

“But, those Ved-Specialists are not being kept in the evertop executive position, Eīshān is keeping me permanently.” I observed gravely, “There must be some reason behind it, Daneel! Eīshān does not do anything without a proper reason for it.”

“And, that reason is that He wants to keep you immortal?”

As long as I keep love making to Allāh and to other Ammuhātul Kāýnāt, yes!”

“And, how do you reason out it, Sir? It is not revealed in Ved anywhere.”

“If He wanted to keep me immortal irrespective of my love making to them, He had not made Allāh to emerge from me when I desired a second man.”

Robot Daneel Olivaw again tried to resume the subject.

“The subject I was trying to discuss with you, Sir, is how to protect Hari Seldon from himself.”

I smiled.

“You are right, Daneel! We keep wandering from the main subject under discussion.”

“Well, I also need some guidance from you about the use of Dors Venabili. My original planning was to use her in the Eternity with Ammul Kāýnāt Dr. Gladia Delmarre and Senior Computer Laban Twissel.”

Comrade Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān was furious.

“So you think you can eliminate me from the entire Time Cycle?”

I smiled.

“You are really furious, Åāýeshā! Your analogue―”

“Our analogues are our mental etheric projections we send in the other timewhens when we imagine something about us pertaining to the past or future.” Åāýeshā cut me short, “You tell it always. Don’t you?”

“Of course! And let me finish. Your analogues, your mental etheric projections, are already sent by you in the future―”

“I don’t believe in your religious scientific theories.” She cut me short again.

“But―” I smiled elderly, maturely somewhat, “―they are working, my sweetheart!”

“You advertise that they are working.” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān corrected me.

Senior Computer Laban Twissel laughed.

Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān whirled at him.

“Why did you laugh?”

Gladia Delmarre tried to say something but Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān thundered at once.

“Don’t try to speak for your new Godfather, Gladia! Can’t he protect himself? Can he only extend Eternity to―”

“Comrade Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān!” Gladia Delmarre looked at her coldly, “Don’t try ever me to cut short. I’m not impressed by your Årab Muslimā Superiority.”

“Gladia!” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān thundered at her again.

“If you lead an Inter Universal Movement, so I myself do now.” Gladia Delmarre also thundered equally at Åāýeshā.

“Inter Universal Movement?” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān laughed sarcastically, “You are leading? Which one, my dear? To settle your Galaxy with the Spacers and the Settlers equally alike? It lasts to your Galaxy only. It is only a Galactic Movement, dearie! Not an Inter Universal Movement in any measure.”

Gladia Delmarre looked at Åāýeshā sternly.

“Do you want me to tell Dorrie Chester that you are making a treaty with Dr. Landaree Patricia?”

“So you are with Dorrie Chester?”

“Do you think that only you have an Inter Universal Vision?”

“Do you also have one?”

“Almost every Time Traveler has to develop an Inter Universal Vision sooner or later, my sweetie!”

“Dorrie Chester cannot win the Election, Gladia!”

Gladia Delmarre only laughed.

“Durgesh cannot eliminate me or communism even, from the Time Cycle at all. Harla Branno likes communism so much―”

“Communism is outdated now.” Gladia Delmarre announced.

Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān looked at Gladia Delmarre tartly.

“Even Durgesh does not think so, madam Gladia!”

“He is never too harsh on his women.” Gladia Delmarre smiled at Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān elderly.

“You are forgetting that your own home planet, Solaria, has Communism now.”

“Thank God! I’m not on Solaria now. I’m a citizen of Aurora.”

“Gladia darling!” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān addressed Dr. Gladia Delmarre sarcastically, “Perhaps you don’t know that Aurora is also burning now with the key political question who will lead Aurora politically now.”

“Aurora is embracing Hinduism now in a large number, dearie!” Gladia Delmarre said, “You are forgetting that Hinduism is the actual winning force today―

‘Hinduism

Hinduism declares that there are always innumerable paths to God. And that one’s belief or perception of God is an individual matter and best left to the individual to decide his own path.

Thus, the Hindus have never hesitated to respect the freedom of other faiths to coexist and flourish and thus inter-religious marriages are accepted in Hindu society. It also does not put any obligation of faith on the non-Hindu partner. Inter-caste marriages were somewhat frowned upon but this too is becoming more acceptable with time. In metropolitan cities, it is common to find couples with different faith, caste and regional background. There are numerous laws in the Indian legal system, safeguarding inter-faith marriage. Examples of such marriages occasionally appear in Kipling’s stories. In the wake of outward conversions to other religions and lack of inward conversions into Hinduism, it lacks the vitality for growth, which is seen in almost all other religions.

Marriages between a Hindu man and a Muslim woman are becoming quite common in the Sub-Continent. However not many show it in Public. Example of Hindu Man-Muslim Woman Marriage is:

My wife Saiyadā Fātimā PhD interrupted me.

“Durgesh! Sanvidhānarshi Hindu Vishv, the Attorney General Hindu Vishv, Akhilésh Mahimvat Āgnéý, is here. He asks to see you at once.”

“Fātimā!” I looked at her astonished somewhat.

Akhilésh was my friend’s, Madan Mahimvat Āgnéý’s eldest son and Sanvidhānarshi Hindu Vishv now.

“Pitr’výshrī! The Communists have again started to make trouble.”

Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān smiled.

“Akhilésh! You are so against us Communists that you have even refused to marry Ǻzrah because she is a Communist.”

Akhilésh Mahimvat Āgnéý, Sanvidhānarshi Hindu Vishv, the Attorney General Hindu Vishv, also smiled but respectfully.

“Ammul Kāýnāt! Kans Banerjī, your very much dear Comrade, has made Āsiā to surrender to him. He has made her not to surrender politically for her Āsiā Solar system but sexually also, though Āsiā is an Årab Muslimā, and faithful to her faith in Islam.”

“Are you a Muslim, Akhilésh? Tut tut.” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān laughed.

“I’m not a Muslim, but Islam is less dangerous to the society than your Communism, Mātéshvarī! I have to be ‘Shvitīchayah’,. You know.”

“And how can you prove it? You have infinite Årab Muslimāt Ammuhātul Kāýnāt, infinite Other Muslimāt Ammuhātul Kāýnāt, almost infinite other Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt married to Dvij Hindus and other Traditional Hindus. If Islam is such a less dangerous ideology to the society, than Communism; why are you Hindus opposing Islam?”

Akhilésh looked at me.

I smiled.

“Åāýeshā! What Akhilésh is reporting to me is already known to me.”

“Then why he is reporting?”

“He is doing his duty.”

“Kans is also doing his duty.”

“By deceiving Āsiā?” Akhilésh Mahimvat Āgnéý smiled at Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān sophisticatedly, “Certainly not Ammul Kāýnāt! Certainly not. He has already announced openly that he and his fellow Comrades do not believe you any more. If Pitr’výshrī and we Dvij Hindus will not stop our agenda, our plan, to amend the entire Time Cycle in which the First Galactic Empire was captured by you Communists, he and his fellow Comrades will capture as many as Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt solar systems they can, by hook or crook.”

“And what is wrong there?” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān asked Akhilésh Mahimvat Āgnéý tartly.

“I respect you, mother! Supreme mother! But that’s what you did to capture the First Galactic Empire.”

“So Hindu Vishv is afraid of Communism now?” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān laughed sarcastically.

“Hindu Vishv is afraid of Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā only.” I smiled sophisticatedly, “Nevertheless, it does not mean that we’ll allow you to ‘Kr’ñvanto Vishvamanāryam’.”

“Then what do you mean when you say that in Hindu Administration every body has freedom to have and preach whatever system of life he or she likes?”

“Certainly not ‘Kr’ñvanto Vishvamanāryam’. ‘Kr’ñvanto Vishvamanāryam’ is not a system of life. It’s a highway to destruction.”

Akhilésh Mahimvat Āgnéý smiled―

“I have received reports from so many Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt solar systems, Pitr’výshrī! That―”

Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān interrupted Akhilésh Mahimvat Āgnéý.

“Isn’t it a matter pertaining to those solar systems themselves?”

“Nope, if the matter goes to ‘Kr’ñvanto Vishvamanāryam’.” I contradicted Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān tartly.

“Hindu Vishv is demanding a ban on Communism.” Akhilésh Mahimvat Āgnéý told me.

“Then what will happen to the Communist Personal law?” Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān laughed.

“The Communist Personal law allows a solar system to choose Communism as its Ruling system if it is supported by majority there. It does not support that while you are allowed to have and preach the system of life you think true, we are not allowed to do the same.”

Kans Banerjī smiled at Āsiā Yūsuf.

“I’m unable to understand you, Āsiā!”

“I don’t think you so foolish.”

Kans Banerjī laughed.

“They say my so called father; Ugrsén Banerjī is not my father.”

“What?” Āsiā Yūsuf looked at him astonished.

“They say my mother Firdaus Dāůūd was raped by Durgesh and I’m Durgesh’s son thus.”

“Kans!”

“My so called father, Ugrsén Banerjī, named my mother, Firdaus Dāůūd, Padmāvatī. He wanted a non Arabic name for her.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about, and what the hell difference does it make.”

“Āsiā! You quite understand what I’m talking about. I don’t believe Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān any more.”

“So?”

“She is an Årab Muslimā only. She is not a communist when the question of choice between the Årab Muslimāt and the Communist males arises.”

Āsiā Yūsuf laughed.

She was the President of Āsiā Yūsuf Solar system united.

The Solar system had thirteen planets and all of them were habitable.

“It shows, Kans darling!”

“What?”

“The binding force of Islam is greater than that of Communism.”

“Åāýeshā has betrayed Communism. Dr. Ruth Heinerik Marx is also now with us, not with Åāýeshā Al Ůsmān any more.”

“So, Ruth is your new leader?”

“She has not consented so far, but―”

“When Sheikħzādī Zainab Al Ůsmān married Sir Rām Kinkar Dvivedī―” Āsiā Yūsuf laughed, “Entire Årab Muslims were against her. They charged her that she loved a Hindu.”

“Sir Rām Kinkar Dvivedī is not a Hindu. He is a Communist, all right.” Kans Banerjī confirmed, “But, he could not make his daughter Communist.”

“Instead,” Āsiā Yūsuf smiled gracefully, “Sheikħzādī Zainab Al Ůsmān made Åāýeshā an Årab Muslimā. Islam is more powerful than your damned Communism.”

“Āsiā darling! Communism is not a spent force even now, if that’s what you want to say.”

“I married you Kans, because you challenged me that Zainab Al Ůsmān is an exception, and Islam cannot make other Årab Muslimāt Sheikħzādī Zainab Al Ůsmān. Now, what do you say? I’m an Årab Muslimā still now. Your friends who married my friends are still Communists but my friends are also still Årab Muslimāt ruling over your friends both sexually and mentally.”

“I don’t think so.”

Āsiā Yūsuf laughed.

“Kans! You charged me that I love Durgesh actually not you.”

Kans Banerjī looked at Āsiā Yūsuf and suddenly his sexual encounter with his own Saåeedī Årab Muslimā Sheikħzādī wife, Furqān Yūsuf Al Saåeed, became alive before his very eyes.

How could he forget it?

How could he forget Al Furqān Al Yūsuf Al Saåeed was a real younger sister of Imāmzadī Sheikħzādī Al Āsiā Al Yūsuf Al Saåeed.

How could he?

Both the Saåeedī Årab Muslimā sisters were immensely beautiful.

He was aware of the feelings both the sisters were going through when they first visited Trantor, Trishapt and Tantr Organisation―as it full name was, Trantor was the short name for whom.

Both Āsiā Yūsuf Al Saåeed and Furqān Yūsuf Al Saåeed felt like inhabitants of one of the smaller cities, visiting them and counting the Levels in awe.

Kans Banerjī smiled.

Perhaps they had thought of a ‘dwelling’ as something like an apartment unit.

His establishment was nothing like it at all.

Originally, it was not his establishment at all.

It was an establishment allotted originally to his father, Ugrsén Banerjī, and his mother Sheikħzādī Al Firdaus Al Dāůūd.

It was his ingenuity; he knew that he had succeeded to make his father almost retired.

They passed from room to room endlessly.

Panoramic windows were shrouded, wearing a veil, masked, cloaked, and covered, closely.

They did not allow any hint of disturbing outside to enter.

Lights came to life noiselessly from hidden sources as Āsiā Yūsuf Al Saåeed, Furqān Yūsuf Al Saåeed and Kans Banerjī stepped into a room and died again quietly when they left.

“So many rooms!” Al Furqān Al Yūsuf Al Saåeed commented in pleasant surprise and praise, “So many! Bājī! It’s like a very tiny City.”

“It’s Trantor, Trishapt and Tantr Organisation, Al Furqān Al Yūsuf Al Saåeed!” Āsiā Yūsuf smiled, “And don’t forget you are visiting Param Purush Ammuhātul Kāýnāt Param Prāsād actually. This establishment is only an infinitesimal part of it.”

“Bājī!” Al Furqān said with equanimity, composure, calmness, level-headedness, equability, self-control, and poise,

“Why was it necessary to crowd so many persons together with us in close quarters? How many of them will be living here with us?”

Kans Banerjī smiled.

“Only me, of course, and a number of lady robots.”

“Only lady robots?” Al Furqān Al Yūsuf Al Saåeed was quite astonished, “How many human beings?”

“None.” Kans Banerjī smiled again, “This is Param Purush Ammuhātul Kāýnāt Param Prāsād. Leave it. We have no human being serving another human being even anywhere here on Trantor, Trishapt and Tantr Organisation .”

“What about Communist creations?” Al Āsiā Al Yūsuf Al Saåeed asked teasingly, “It’s clear you don’t believe in Hinduism whether Traditional Hinduism or Dvij Hindutv.”

“I accept our Communist creations are not as advanced as Hindu Vishv is.” Kans Banerjī smiled apologetically.

“Your Communist creations are not even as advanced as our Årab Muslimāt Creations and Other Muslimāt Creations are.”

“Due to your Treaties with Hindu Vishv.Kans Banerjī said curtly, “Hindu Vishv blindly supports entire Årab Muslimāt Creations and Other Muslimāt Creations. Hindu Vishv is filled with Årab Muslimāt and Other Muslimāt both. Hindu Vishv itself is a Democratic Union of infinite Hindu Årab Muslimāt Creations, infinite Hindu Other Muslimāt Creations infinite Bachhalyā Brahm Kanyās Creations, infinite Bachhalyā Brahmāñîs Creations and almost infinite traditional Hindus Creations.”

Al Furqān Al Yūsuf Al Saåeed laughed.

“And you want to take over the command of Hindu Vishv into your hands. You want to convert it into a Communist Vishv?”

Kans Banerjī smiled cunningly.

“Legally, my dear! Legally. Not illegally. I’m not Vladimir Ilyich Lenin. I’m not preparing for any Bolshevik Revolution here as Lenin did in Russia.”

“Because Durgesh, Dvij Hindus and the Bachhalyās are utmost vigilant.” Āsiā Yūsuf Al Saåeed laughed.

Al Furqān Al Yūsuf Al Saåeed also laughed.

Kans Banerjī also had to laugh good-naturedly.

They had just stepped into a room, crowded from floor to ceiling with book films.

There were three fixed viewers also with large twenty-four inch viewing panels.

The viewing panels were set vertically in three corners of the room.

Al Āsiā Al Yūsuf Al Saåeed held her younger sister’s hand and squeezed.

“We are three. Sub Sector In charge Ħazrat Kans Banerjī, you and me. We have one viewing panel for each. Thank you, Kans Sāħab!”

Kans Banerjī smiled.

“It’s not my arrangement. It’s Param Purush Ammuhātul Kāýnāt Param Prāsād administration’s arrangement. There is no distinction anywhere at all. It’s a normal establishment. The facilities you find here are provided everywhere in every establishment, without distinction, I’ve already told you. However, there’s a fourth also. It contains an animation screen.”

“These are minimum facilities the Param Purush Ammuhātul Kāýnāt Param Prāsād provides to its interns?” Al Āsiā Al Yūsuf Al Saåeed could not help not to ask the obvious.

“These are minimum facilities the Param Purush Ammuhātul Kāýnāt Param Prāsād provides to its interns.” Kans Banerjī assured her.

“How lucky you are, Kans Sāħab!” Al Āsiā Al Yūsuf Al Saåeed teased him, “Durgesh played Vasudév Bachhalyā himself to keep the Bachhalyās in order. You did not want to marry your beautiful sister Dévkī Banerjī to Durgesh. You were frightened that you can lose Dévkī Banerjī forever. But, you were lucky enough that Durgesh played Vasudév Bachhalyā himself. Dévkī Banerjī became Brahm Jagdambā unknowingly and you are living here.”

“This establishment, my dear, was not allotted to me.” Kans Banerjī said heatedly, “It was allotted to my father Sub Sector In Charge Ugrsén Banerjī long before Dévkī Banerjī and I were even born.”

“I see. I’m sorry!” Al Āsiā Al Yūsuf Al Saåeed said but there was nothing on her face nor in her voice that she was really sorry.

Kans Banerjī controlled him with efforts.

“Did you kick everyone out just to leave us rattling around alone in this mausoleum, in this burial chamber, Mr. Kans?” Al Furqān Al Yūsuf Al Saåeed laughed.

“It’s meant only for me.” Kans Banerjī said gravely, “An establishment such as this is for one person is customary in Param Purush Ammuhātul Kāýnāt Param Prāsād.”

“And Solaria imitated it?” Al Āsiā Al Yūsuf Al Saåeed asked contemptuously.

“Yes! But the imitation is very poor. Have you visited Solaria ever?”

“Yes!”

“Then you’ll easily detect what we have more than Solaria here.”

“More?”

“More than more even. Solaria could not afford to imitate Param Purush Ammuhātul Kāýnāt Param Prāsād exactly. No other Creations, even United, can afford.”

Chapter 13

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More Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Prelude to Ten Commandments

2.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

3. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

4. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

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Other interesting writings from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Maamekam sharan’am vraj

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Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

16. A Deep Conflict-1

17. A deserving unfaithfulness

18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

19. I’m never ashamed of it

20. Yåqūb Family-1

21. They conspired against me

22 A secret Smile

23. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

25. The Beaming Knowledge

26. The three pregnants-1

27. The three pregnants-2

28. In the Moonlight

29. The women in my life

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

48. Making love and understanding everything

49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

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