SHŪDRASÝ TU SAVARÑAIV NĀNYĀ BHĀRYĀ VIDHĪYATÉ
He wore a holographic identity card.
It displayed his handsome unbearded face with remarkable fidelity, and underneath it was his name,
He stared about the ship with clear amazement.
He wasn’t foolish enough to deny anything that was so obvious.
But why should she?
Hey Bhagvān, how the morals changed so fast.
Polygamy replaced monogamy fastly.
Yet, LGBT also spread tremendously and cuckolding consequently.
Even so many traditional Brāhmañs were suffering from it, so many Savarñs too.
The cuckold life was a normal life for the LGBT now.
They were even proud of it.
“Very interesting. We hear of them but we never see them somehow. Motors in the hull?”
“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.”
“Computer circuits, likewise?”
“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.”
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.
She also gave birth to a son before she was married.
She also abandoned him.
She managed to be friend of Rādhā, Adhirath’s wife, and kept an eye on her son constantly.*
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.
It’s more appropriate than Ashvinātam Yantr is even for creative and constructive affirmations and transmissions.
“I’m afraid of the original Mahābhārat Time Cycle.”
“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.”*
Pāndu Sharma hugged him.
“How’s my ever smart nephew?”
“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.
“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 never needed very much sex to satisfy her sexual needs.
Generally, until I was aroused, she had already had her orgasm.
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.
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,
Vaishālī Upādhyāý heard it.
She wasn’t worried of him even a bit.
Durgesh was ever unconquerable, she knew very well.
Her triumphant smile broadened more.
He remembered his first meeting with Vaishālī Upādhyāý.
His younger brother, Sushāsan Sharmā, had informed him,
“Vaishālī Upādhyāý wants to meet you, Bro.”
“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.”
“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.”
He never accepted that they were Sharmās even.
He claimed they were Bachhalyās instead.
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.
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?
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.”
We both were on our knees, as we didn’t live on oxygen.
We lived on the penetrations of our lovemaking.
They claimed it was the rudest way of their humiliation from us.
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 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?”
Instead, he smiled pleasantly.
“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.
Vaishālī Upādhyāý watched them contemptuously.
We had stepped in.
The door closed behind us.
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?”
Vaishālī Upādhyāý cooed deliberately,
“Durgesh had also suggested the same thing, boys. Nevertheless, I myself rejected the idea.”
“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.”
He suspected now himself.
Was he really right?
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?
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?
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.’