Prologue

This story is part of Brides of Páqéstän - mazhabi erotica series.

I hope you have enjoyed reading this inter-faith erotica. As always, I’m interested in what you think. Email me at [email protected] and share your thoughts, comments, questions, concerns, fantasies, raves and rants.

OBLIGATORY AND OBVIOUS DISCLAIMER: This story is dedicated to dark and extreme fantasies about beautiful women of an imaginary kingdom. This is a very offensive erotica about inter-faith rape-fantasy, nation-play, faith-play, race-play, hate-fuck, impregnation, cheating-wife, cuckoldry, male-domination, female-enslavement and similar nastiness. Emphasis on FANTASY. Everything on this story is fantasy, and doesn’t reflect my actual beliefs. They are not excuses to be racist, communal or misogynistic for real or to be just a shitty person in general. No harm is intended to anyone. None of the events, places, communities and characters exist in real life, and are all purely for the reader’s spicy, and kinky pleasure. These things are generally considered bad, so don’t do any of them. Don’t even watch porn about them, just read stories where no actual human being even has to pretend they are happening. Cool? This is a sexual fantasy that is hot in your head but never in reality. So don’t do them. Glad we had this chat.

If you are offended or under 18, I sincerely apologize and ask that you remove this page immediately.

Arjun Reddy just moved into his newly renovated palatial house in the posh and exclusively Músalmán neighborhood of Gulberg at the outskirts of Láwhöre. He was the first Hindú resident in this gated community of rich Músalmán families.

Arjun’s lifelong dream had come true.