"Steady my boy. A day will come when you will rule Bwangodesh. Till then toil hard & have faith in Allah. Ameen!"
Vradhman woke up all shaken. The strong rays of Sun entering the small hut suggested that it was afternoon. Vradhman cursed himself for waking up so late. It was the day of the village fair. He was given the duty of security officer at the fair.
"The fair is gonna start in an hour, I better hurry" said Vradhman and ran away to get ready. He ran out of his hut and undressed for bath. His body was roughened by decades of hardship, his huge muscles would make anyone faint, his chest was broad so was his shoulder. He started washing his face. He had a thick mustache, fair complexion, large eyes with brown eyeballs and his hair was smooth and aptly trimmed.
After completing the bath, he got dressed in a dhoti and a sleeveless kurta. He took his sword which was given to him by his deceased uncle and left for the fair.
Nijhumgarh was a cultural center. It was once the commercial capital of Bwangodesh during the rule of the Hindu dynasties. With the advent of the Muslims that changed. The invaders ransacked the city and trade & commerce slowly drifted away. Today Nijhumgarh is just a cultural center with huge poverty. The annual fair is the only source of revenue for the populace.
Vradhman reported to the local Imam.
Imam Kurazim considered Vradhman as his own son. He told him all the duties & walked away. Vradhman took his post. He was a born fighter, but he wanted more in his life. When will his hour of fame come? And what did the dream mean?
Suddenly he saw a group of palanquins entering the fair premises. He stopped them & asked for identification. The palanquin driver gave him a bad look & started yelling for having them stopped. Vradhman drew his sword out, the situation became tense. Suddenly a lady stepped out of the palanquin. She was wearing a lahanga and her face was covered in hijab. Vradhman now realised that this is royalty. The lady was member of the Jagirdar's family. He made way. The palanquins went into the fair but the lady stayed back. She then lifted her hijab.
Vradhman was awestruck. This was Begum Mridula Noor! Daughter of Nijhumgarh's Jagirdar Baktiyar Noor. She was reputed to be the most beautiful lady in Bwangodesh. Men would go crazy over her. Vradhman now realised why. Her face was that of the divine! Long eyes, sultry lips, milk white complexion, eyelashes to die for, hair that came down to her waist, curves to kill for, firm breasts covered yet nipples staring from the transparent blouse, Vradhman realised that his prick had got hard. Real hard.
She then spoke to him her voice like of the Hindu goddess Saraswati, "You are a dutiful man, aren't you? Stopping the royalty, you've got guts." She had a mysterious smile on her face.
Vradhman answered, "Your highness, I'm a son of a Hindu. Duty is supreme for me. As far as guts are concerned, that's genetic. I fear no one but Lord Shiva. Yet if I've caused you problem then I ask for your forgiveness." He said all of this keeping eye contact with the princess.
She replied with a pause, "For an infidel you're quite sharp, will see if you can walk the talk." She then walked away.
Vradhman got a back view of hers, and liked what he saw. A big, fine ass swinging to and fro. Legs like that of the goddess. Vradhman's entire body was electrified. But he soon brushed all that off and tried to return to his duties. He saw a few Hindu saints coming to the fair. He recalled his memories about his family.
It was in 1135. Bana Pooja was going on. His father a priest was chanting the mantras, mother designing the ground, uncle & aunt decorating the house. Villagers were partying. Suddenly euphoric shouts were heard. Then it happened.
Thousands of Muslim invaders in cavalry rode in Nijhumgarh. Every house were burned, villagers irrespective of age was butchered, the grand temple of Goddess Bana, Goddess Parvati were levelled to the ground. The invaders killed his father and uncle while they took away his mother.
Vradhman had hid in the kitchen. And there he had his first encounter with sexuality. The invaders had seized his aunt & were stripping her. The invaders now stripped Vradhman's aunt and starting pinching her boobs, hit her ass & one of them bit her neck. Then they undressed. Vradhman was astonished seeing their big phallus. Their phallus were circumsised. One of them cried "Allah hu Akbar!! Fuck this bitch brothers, purify this infidel."
At first she resisted but then her body submitted and she too was having pleasure. "You people have got big pricks, aaahhh!! Don't fuck me hard please," she requested.
Then one of the invader inserted his prick in his aunt's mouth. Another one inserted his prick in her cunt. At first his aunt shouted then she actually submitted & she seemed to even enjoy.
Taking the invaders in her mouth was proving difficult for her but she was trying. Suddenly one of the invader in her mouth started thrusting his cock with stealth. He came inside her as she chocked on his phallus. Then he pulled out.
The one banging her cunt collapsed on her. She laid still. One by one 40 soldiers fucked her in every possible way. Vradhman hiding in the kitchen saw everything & got shit scared. He also felt his own dick getting hard.
The soldiers then took turns to invade her anus. She shouted profoundly, "Please!! Aah!! I'm cumming!! Aah!! Devi maa!! Aah! Fuck me you barbarians!! Make me unholy!! aaaaah!"
She moaned and laughed. One of the soldiers then slapped her ass hard. After the gang rape was over, they took her away.
Vradhman was the only individual who had survived that day. He had to fight to survive growing up. The local Imam Kurazim looked after him and made that prophecy which often haunted him. Soon news came that the Raja of Nijhumgarh had fled and the entire womenfolk were converted into Islam and included in the royal harem. Shamsher Ghazi took over Nijhumgarh. Bwangodesh was taken over by the Hazafzai Empire. The Hindu era was over. Hindus still remained but as minority.
Vradhman returned to the present day when a commotion broke out in the field. He rushed there.
Muharaz Qasim, a commander of the Hazafzai Empire had passed lewd remarks on the Begum & misbehaved with her maids. Qasim now remarked, "Begum let me take you on a trip to paradise," and smiled. Mridula was in tears. That's when Qasim and his soldiers tried to abduct her maids.
Vradhman rushed in with his sword and severed the heads of 5 soldiers.
He shouted, "If anybody tries to harm the Begum or her maids, I'll chop their heads and give their blood to Ma Kali. Stay away!"
Qasim retreated with his soldiers. He rode on his horse and gave a warning, "Kafir, you'll pay dearly for this. And Begum your family will pay even bigger."
Then he & his fellow soldiers rode away. Things became normal.
Vradhman said to Mridula, "Your Highness if you want I can escort you back to the palace."
Mridula affectonately said, "Infidel you walked the talk. Thanks for saving our honor. Yes please escort us."
Vradhman escorted the palanquins back to the palace.
