"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.
Before exiting to the palace, Mridula said "Infidel come here."
Vradhman came. She asked, "What's your name?"
He answered, "Vradhman, Your Highness." She then did something unthinkable.
She embraced him and kissed him on his cheeks. "Khuda Hafeez Vradhman. We will meet again," she said and smiled before running to the palace.
Vradhman's entire body was on fire. But his senses were active. His cunning brain had designs. He knew how to make the prophecy a reality. He wanted Mridula. He'd get her. He'll chastise the haughty princess. A Hindu fucking the Begum of Nijhumgarh. These thoughts electrified him.
When Baktiyar Noor heard all of the incident, he decided to reward Vradhman. Vradhman was made Commander of Nijhumgarh Army. Although Muslim soldiers of the army were little hesitant to accept a Hindu as their commander, yet his exemplary leadership skills and fighting skills made him a legend within the Army.
Vradhman grew closer to Mridula in the meantime. He proved himself as a superior warrior when he defeated Qasim in battle and killed him. Vradhman was a hero. In the daytime he'd practice in the field and at night he'd warm Mridula's bed. One night Mridula pulled him in her room. She stripped. Vradhman was awestruck. Mridula's breasts were firm, big and pinkish. Her cunt was trimmed. He started sucking her nipples.
"Aah! Suck it Kafir!! Violate this pious Muslim body. Aah!" she said as he sucked her breasts dry. He started going down and reached her cunt. He started licking her cunt and titillating her.
"Yeah like that. Lick me you bastard. You wanted to make me a slut from day one. Aah..aah...aaaaah...Allah!!Yaaaaa Khudaaaaa!" she squirted all over the bed and him.
Vradhman licked her pussy dry. Now he undressed. Seeing his big, thick prick she exclaimed, "Ya Allahhhh!! I never saw a Hindu dick before but this is so cute! Invade me Vradhman. Destroy me. Put a baby in me. I beg of you."
Vradhman spitted on Mridula's cunt and said, "I'll destroy your cunt bitch!"
She giggled wildly. He inserted himself in her. She cried in pain. He started pounding her in missionary style. She was going crazy.
Then he turned her over and started fucking her in doggy style. "Kamasutra styles huh? You kafirs have good sexuality. Fuck me Vradh like our father fuck your women. Tear me apart. Cum in me. Aaaah!! Fuck me like your Gods fuck each other...O Maa!! Aah!! Ammi!! Aaaah!" she babbled in pleasure. He was on the verge of orgasm and came in her like a flood.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" she had a huge orgasm. They laid on each other for an hour.
Then Mridula said, "Will you marry me Vradhman?" He answered, "I want to. But will your father agree?"
She remained quiet for sometime and replied, "He will. But I think you will have to convert. Will you convert for me?"
Vradhman was silent. He loved his religion. Out of the 20,000 people in Nijhumgarh only 3,000 remained Hindus. His family was destroyed by her ancestors and brethren. Can he betray his religion? Can he convert for love?
