Gotrbhid Mahābhārat :
SHŪDRASÝ TU SAVARÑAIV NĀNYĀ BHĀRYĀ VIDHĪYATÉ
Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī wasn’t surprised even a bit when Suyodhan Sharmā visited him.
Ignoring protocol, Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī himself boarded the ship.
He wore a holographic identity card.
It displayed his handsome unbearded face with remarkable fidelity, and underneath it was his name,
‘Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī,
Sharma Brahm Indrprasth Creations ,’
Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī still had a fresh and easygoing look and manner.
He stared about the ship with clear amazement.
“How did you get down this fast, Suyodhan Sharma, my friend? We weren’t expecting you for two hours.”
“It’s a new model ship,” said Suyodhan SHARMA, with non-committal politeness.
Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī stepped into the pilot room and said at once,
“With alternative Eīshān Vaigyānik arrangements.” Suyodhan Sharma said tonelessly.
He wasn’t foolish enough to deny anything that was so obvious.
Besides, he expressly wanted to impress Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī that he too can get from HVSI what the Sharma Brahm Indrprasth Creations get.
He wasn’t a damn fool enough to trust Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī that he would still remain loyal to his friendship.
Yes, he said with his Presidency on Sharma Brahm Indrprasth Creations, Sharma Brahm Indrprasth Creations would never fight against Sharma Brahm Hastināpur Creations.
But why should she?
With Durgesh Jījū and Arjun Sharma with her, why Sharma Brahm Indrprasth Creations would need ever to attack on Sharma Brahm Hastināpur Creations?
It was a wrong decision to divide Sharma Brahm Hastināpur Creations into Sharma Brahm Hastināpur Creations and Sharma Brahm Indrprasth Creations.
Sharma Brahm Hastināpur Creations, thus, lost the unimaginable Eīshān Vaigyānik warriors Arjun Sharma, and Bhīmvipr Sharma.
His ever infamous maternal uncle, Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr, never understood the importance of Arjun Sharma, and Bhīmvipr Sharma in these Eīshān Vaigyānik days, in this Eīshān Vaigyānik era.
Hey Bhagvān, how the morals changed so fast.
Polygamy replaced monogamy fastly.
Yet, LGBT also spread tremendously and cuckolding consequently.
It wasn’t limited to Pseudo Musalmīn now.
Even so many traditional Brāhmañs were suffering from it, so many Savarñs too.
Suyodhan Sharma was surprised that the Shūdrāntyaj Hindus were least suffering from it.
The cuckold life was a normal life for the LGBT now.
They were even proud of it.
Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī smiled.
“Very interesting. We hear of them but we never see them somehow. Motors in the hull?”
“That’s so.” Suyodhan Sharma said.
“Eīshān Vaigyānik Motors too?”
“Eīshān Vaigyānik Motors too.”
“Bachhalyā Brahmkanyās Bachhalyā Brahmāñīs?”
“Hell, nope! They fail miserably. Hopeless entirely.”
“I see. Ashvinātam?”
“We haven’t another option. Bachhalyā Brahmkanyās Bachhalyā Brahmāñīs Yantrs are suitable optimum only in building families and running the administration in constructive manner. They don’t accept any cunning strategy even, while ashvinātam Yantr work smoothly everywhere.”
Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī looked at the computer.
“Computer circuits, likewise?”
“That’s so.” Suyodhan Sharma said.
“Oh, well, what I need to complete the formalities is the ships documentation. You know, despite my election result that I’m to lead Sharma Brahm Indrprasth Creations as her new President, we are still friends. The opposition can raise hell if there’s any security lapse whatsoever.”
“I understand,” Suyodhan Sharma said gravely.
Kuntī Chaturvédī was smarter than others were, all of them thought.
“It’s great that a Chaturvédī, Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī, is the new President of a Sharma Brahm Creations.” Suyodhan Sharma smiled to ease the high political tension somewhat.
The original Kuntī of Dvāpar era could never succeed in bringing back her eldest pre-marital son, Karñ, in her favor.
He died fighting for Duryodhan.
But Kuntī Chaturvédī had learned her lesson from it.
She also gave birth to a son before she was married.
She also abandoned him.
Yet, Kuntī Chaturvédī managed to watch him on her own yacht, traveling beside her son.
She knew where her son, Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī, was.
She managed to be friend of Rādhā, Adhirath’s wife, and kept an eye on her son constantly.*
Kuntī Chaturvédī put her beautiful nude Chaturvédī Brāhmañ legs on my equally nude shoulders.
She herself arched her waist, elevated it to receive my Bachhalyā penetration.
She had vowed not to let the world war, Mahābhārat again.
It was the Infinite Brāhm Kalp now, its everfirst Satyug, Sanā Kr’tyug.
She was worried that Gāndhārī Mukherjī Dīdī could not explain to her brother, Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr, that Shakuni was a failed person despite all his shrewdness and smartness.
Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr was still following Shakuni.
He didn’t believe that Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī would still work for his ever ambitious Bhānjā, Suyodhan Sharma.
I penetrated Kuntī Chaturvédī.
It was a Yogdarshan now that I should use Bachhalyā Brahmkanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī Yantr for creative and constructive affirmations and transmissions.
It’s more appropriate than Ashvinātam Yantr is even for creative and constructive affirmations and transmissions.
“You are keeping watch on Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī, Durgesh?”
“Don’t worry, Kuntī Chaturvédī,” I smiled, “Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī isn’t your son alone. I’m too his real father. I too love my son.”
Kuntī Chaturvédī constricted her Chaturvédī Brāhmañ vaginal muscles around my entirely immersed ever creative ever constructive Bachhalyā Shaft.
“Suyodhan Sharma is your responsibility.”
“I’m afraid of the original Mahābhārat Time Cycle.”
“We are successfully changing it, darling,” I reassured her, “You’ve visited the ultimately improved Trétā now yourself. Has Kaikéyī succeeded? Has Mantharā succeeded?”
“Well, it took too many time slits however,”
“It was necessary.”
“I understand. Yet I wonder often how many time slits our Mahābhārat Time Cycle itself would require to make it entirely ineffective.”*
Suyodhan Sharma touched Pāndu Sharma’s feet.
Pāndu Sharma hugged him.
“How’s my ever smart nephew?”
“Eīshānasýānugraham, Pitr’výshrī,” Suyodhan Sharma smiled politely.
Bhānumatī Tripāŧhī also bent to touch Pāndu Sharma’s feet, but Pāndu Sharma stopped her as soon as she bent.
“No, my child,” Pāndu Sharma hugged her; “You are my daughter in law, not less than my own daughter herself. You don’t need it,”
Bhānumatī Tripāŧhī expressed her respect to Pāndu Sharma, nevertheless.
Bhānumatī Tripāŧhī was shrewder than Suyodhan Sharma even.
She had vowed not to let Suyodhan Sharma influenced by Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr’s dirty politics.
It was her own idea that they should visit Sharma Brāhmañ Indrprasth Creations.
Bhānumatī Tripāŧhī enjoyed sex with me in front of Suyodhan Sharma.
She had numerous beautiful Musalmān girlfriends that she allowed Suyodhan Sharma to have sex with, even when Bhānumatī Tripāŧhī and I were enjoying sex.
“The damnfool,” Bhānumatī Tripāŧhī used to say scornfully, “He hates me for my comparatively inherent Brāhmañ coldness for sex. He loves to have sex with my beautiful Musalmān girlfriends instead wildly.”
“Beware of Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr, however,” I had warned her enjoying sex with Bhānumatī Tripāŧhī gently, yet passionately, she needed my masculine Bachhalyā love very much, “Most of the Musalmān girlfriends you have are Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr’s commandos and duly trained professional secret agents.”
“I know. My father is a Tripāŧhī Brāhmañ, but my Ammī is a Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān that left Saåūdī Årab when Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wasn’t her President.” Bhānumatī Tripāŧhī smiled, “She deliberately married me with Suyodhan Sharma because she wanted the original Time Cycle of Mahābhārat not let to repeat. She knew neither Suyodhan Sharma nor his rest of the ninety-nine younger brothers do understand what Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr is after.”
“You are prepared for them?”
“Sure, but Ammī wants me only to act on what you allow me to. She thinks you are yourself adamant not to let any inter Creations war happen. It’s better to work under your strategy, instead of devising our own that may conflict with what you are already acting on.”
Bhānumatī Tripāŧhī was straddling me.
She was a Brahm Padminī.
She never needed very much sex to satisfy her sexual needs.
Generally, until I was aroused, she had already had her orgasm.
It was the real reason why most Brāhmañs never wanted to marry Brahm Padminīs, despite their ever-incredible immense beauty.*
Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī watched all present.
Suyodhan Sharmā hadn’t come there without any particular purpose.
However, Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī wasn’t worried of Suyodhan Sharmā.
He knew very well without Bhānumatī Tripāŧhī, Suyodhan Sharmā was nothing more than a puppet of Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr, nothing else.
It was Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr actually that convinced Suyodhan Sharmā to surrender his immensely beautiful Tripāŧhī Brāhmañ wife, Bhānumatī Tripāŧhī, to me.
Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī went through the full ritual of greeting, exchanged stroking remarks without meaning, and offered food and drink.
Through all of this, no mention was made of the outsider and no notice was taken of her.
It was only when the preliminaries were finished and when all were seated that Vaishālī Upādhyāý was introduced.
She was sitting a little farther from the center than the others.
Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī knew her importance very well even if the others didn’t.
Even Arjun Sharmā was induced by a lady robot, Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah.
Vaishālī Upādhyāý said,
“Mr. President,” without holding out his hand.
Then with an offhand nod, she said,
“And, of course, I have met Suyodhan Sharmā.”
Suyodhan Sharmā’s smile did not waver at the touch of insolence in Vaishālī Upādhyāý’s voice.
‘Durgesh’s one more ever arrogant Brahmghođī!” Suyodhan Sharmā murmured himself contemptuously, “One more ever useless immensely beautiful Brahm Padminī!”
Vaishālī Upādhyāý heard it.
Yet instead of being angry, she smiled triumphantly at Suyodhan Sharmā.
She wasn’t worried of him even a bit.
Durgesh was ever unconquerable, she knew very well.
Suyodhan Sharmā avoided meeting her eyes.
Her triumphant smile broadened more.
Suyodhan Sharmā was clearly uncomfortable now.
He remembered his first meeting with Vaishālī Upādhyāý.
His younger brother, Sushāsan Sharmā, had informed him,
“Vaishālī Upādhyāý wants to meet you, Bro.”
“Durgesh’s extremely beautiful Brahmghođī?”
“Every Brahm Padminī is extremely beautiful and Durgesh’s Brahmghođī now without even a single exception, I think.” Sushāsan Sharmā smiled contemptuously.
“I know,” Suyodhan Sharmā said furiously, “Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act. Padminī Bhārgav.”
“It’s better this way, Brother.” Sushāsan Sharmā said, “They are useless for us. None of them can satisfy us sexually ever. Padminī Bhārgav Dīdī hasn’t done a marvelous thing for Brahm Padminīs only. It’s equally marvelous for us traditional Brāhmañs too.”
“I know, I know.” Suyodhan Sharmā somewhat curtly, “Yet it’s still true that ‘sabten kaŧhin jāti apmānā’. ‘The humiliation of an entire community is hardest to bear ever’.”
“Dādā, we must be practical, I think.” Nikumbh Sharmā supported his elder brother, Sushāsan Sharmā, “Remember please, for Bhagvān’s sake, how unsatisfied we were when our extremely beautiful Brahm Padminī wives were with us. They had their orgasms even before we were ready for them. We had to go to our Musalmān lady slaves to satisfy us sexually. Please, Dādā, it’s better this way, I say.”
“Okay, okay.” Suyodhan Sharmā surrendered.
Vaishālī Upādhyāý found Suyodhan Sharmā not as bad as his reputation was.
It was said that Suyodhan Sharmā was the man behind the partition of Sharma Brahm Hastināpur Creations.
He never accepted that Yudhishŧhir Sharmā, Bhīmvipr Sharmā, Arjun Sharmā, Nakul Sharmā and Sahdév Sharmā were his uncle, Pāndu Sharmā’s sons.
He never accepted that they were Sharmās even.
He claimed they were Bachhalyās instead.
Their real father was a Bachhalyā, not Pāndu Sharmā.
Suyodhan Sharmā’s smile was most noticeable, Vaishālī Upādhyāý thought.
She pushed her beautiful heavy Brāhmañ buttocks into my nude Bachhalyā lap as much as she could and felt my entire Bachhalyā shaft inside herself.
It gave Vaishālī Upādhyāý utmost security she needed very much to act normal.
Yes, her Sharīr Yantr with Durgesh wasn’t ashvinātam.
Nevertheless, Vaishālī Upādhyāý never believed in destructive means.
She was so habitual of constructive and positive means that she never found herself incapable with me inside her.
Eīshān Vigyān was certainly a wonderful science.
It provided infinite security to the lovemaking couple if the man participating in it was properly Shaktimān.
There wasn’t any requirement from the woman.
She must only know how to use the wonderful science.
Suyodhan Sharmā smiled again.
It was again the most noticeable smile.
Wide and apparently unforced.
It revealed his teeth, prominent, white and well shaped.
“Ah, it is Ms. Vaishālī Upādhyāý, the famous politician from HVSI, who has come to our little Creations to show that I am a dreadful villain, as worst as the historical Duryodhan of Mahābhārat. May I plead that the historical Duryodhan of Mahābhārat never allowed his friend, Karñ, to join his brothers. I do have. And I am not angry with Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī on it. I am visiting his Creations, instead.”
Vaishālī Upādhyāý smiled patronizingly.
She said nothing.
What, the hell, was the use?
Suyodhan Sharmā himself was a politician of today.
No politician ever accepted his mistakes, neither in thinking nor in doing.
“Come in, come in.” Suyodhan Sharmā continued, “You are welcome, Ms. Vaishālī Upādhyāý. I am sorry if my able aide, my younger brother, Sushāsan Sharmā, gave you the impression that I would be unavailable here on Sharma Brahm Indrprasth Creations politically as I am only a guest here. He is a cautious fellow. He is a great deal more concerned about my time and strategy than I myself am.”
Suyodhan Sharmā stepped one side as Vaishālī Upādhyāý walked in with me behind her.
We both were on our knees, as we didn’t live on oxygen.
We lived on the penetrations of our lovemaking.
Suyodhan Sharmā and the likewise people never believed it.
They claimed it was the rudest way of their humiliation from us.
The Pseudo Musalmīn supported them in their stand.
They also were suffering from our Ashvinātam Sharīr Yantrs.
Vaishālī Upādhyāý said melodically,
“Sorry, your younger brother’s request to project my single body thoroughly clad in clothes was regretted. I need my living energy more here on Sharma Brahm Indrprasth Creations to function properly. Sharma Brahm Indrprasth Creations doesn’t live on lovemaking still now, as Sharma Brahm Hastināpur Creations doesn’t too.”
“Sorry, Ma’am. Our Brāhmañ culture doesn’t allow it.”
“I am too a Brāhmañ, Suyodhan Sharmā.”
“Yes, Ma’am. I know. Nevertheless, your husband is not a Brāhmañ. He is a Bachhalyā.”
I smiled sophisticated.
“Both the Creations, Sharma Brahm Hastināpur Creations and Sharma Brahm Indrprasth Creations, are suffering in this way from the ever curable disease, Death. Have you ever thought of it, Suyodhan Sharmā?”
Suyodhan Sharmā didn’t waver even a bit.
Instead, he smiled pleasantly.
“We aren’t Bachhalyās, Durgesh. We are Brāhmañs.”
“You must, sir.” Sushāsan Sharmā helped his elder brother, “We accept we Brāhmañs are still incapable to project ourselves Immortals, Eternals. Yet you must see we the Brāhmañs, have always sacrificed ourselves Janébhyah, for the people.”
“The Bachhalyās never believe in self sacrifice.” Suyodhan Sharmā said, “In your own words you Bachhalyās believe in ‘tén tyaktén bhunjīthāh’. However, I don’t see any ‘tyaktén’. I see ‘bhunjīthāh’ only, as far as you Bachhalyās are concerned. ‘Chodnā laxañārtho Dharmah’ I think. ‘Sexual intercourse is the symbol and aim of Dharm, Religion’.”
“Any objection?” I asked gravely.
“Certainly not.” Suyodhan Sharmā smiled triumphantly, “We Brāhmañs believe in ‘Brahmcharyéñ tapasā dévā mr’tyumapāghnat’ more.”*
Vaishālī Upādhyāý watched them contemptuously.
“Sexual intercourse is the ‘Brahmcharý Tap’, Suyodhan Sharmā, yén dévā mr’tyumapāghnat’. Nothing else.”
We had stepped in.
The door closed behind us.
Suyodhan Sharmā gestured us jovially to a well-upholstered armchair, taking himself another one.
Vaishālī Upādhyāý noticed both Suyodhan Sharmā and Sushāsan Sharmā glanced with a moment’s disapproval of our ‘Brahmcharý Tap’, our Sexual intercourse.
Even their younger brother, Nikumbh Sharmā, wasn’t any different.
Vaishālī Upādhyāý looked at them angrily.
“Boys,” she said curtly, “Don’t you have your Inter Creations manners?”
“Sorry, Ma’am.” Suyodhan Sharmā said as politely as he could make it, “Yet, it would have been better if you had summoned us to HVSI Embassy. It was more comfortable for us.”
Vaishālī Upādhyāý cooed deliberately,
“Durgesh had also suggested the same thing, boys. Nevertheless, I myself rejected the idea.”
“That’s the real problem.” Suyodhan Sharmā groaned, “Our own womankind is more insistent to humiliate us Brāhmañs than the comparatively more reasonable and more sophisticated Bachhalyās.”
“The Pseudo Musalmīn complain in the same way about their Musalmān womankind.” Vaishālī Upādhyāý smiled, “Why are you traditional Brāhmañs also imitating the Pseudo Musalmīn? You aren’t terrorists as the Pseudo Musalmīn are.”
Suyodhan Sharmā looked at her, scrutinizing.
He suspected now himself.
Was he really right?
Could Vaishālī Upādhyāý really not be what she and Durgesh claim to be?
Whether traditional Brāhmañs are right?
Whether his maternal uncle, Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr, is right?
No woman could be as shameless ever as Durgesh and his ever shameless women claim to be?
Why Durgesh’s women don’t have any flaw ever at all?
Why on the name of Lord Brahmā are they so perfect?
Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī also had the same opinion until he hadn’t joined his younger brothers.
Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī too claimed that Durgesh doesn’t have infinite bodies at all.
Neither Durgesh could be genuine nor his entirely flawless women whether they are Muslimāt or Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs.
They, entirely all of them must be humanoid robots, none else.
That’s why they can always perform such miracles.
But then was Aunt Shékħzādī Al Sābirah too a lady robot only?
Was Shékħzādī Al Sābirah, his ever-cunning aunt, too not a human being?
Suyodhan Sharmā couldn’t believe it.
No lady robot could be as selfish ever as his aunt Shékħzādī Al Sābirah was.
She had cuckolded her husband, Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr, perfectly.
No lady robot could hurt a human being to such extent ever.
It was absolutely impossible for a positronic mind.
The three laws of Robotics state:
‘A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.’
‘A robot must obey the orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the first law.’
‘A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the first or second law.’