Incest The Game of Sasur Bahu

[val.coutinho]

Thank you val

Now story is nearer to it's END ..............

Please stay with till END.................

Thanks

You're welcome Maitri 

Please don't end the story like it ended in the previous version like the original author had ended it.... Complete the story with a good ending and do justice to this story.

[val.coutinho]

Thank you val

Now story is nearer to it's END ..............

Please stay with till END.................

Thanks

I will stay with the story till the END

[maitripatel]

I will stay with the story till the END

Thanks val

[maitripatel]

You're welcome Maitri 

Please don't end the story like it ended in the previous version like the original author had ended it.... Complete the story with a good ending and do justice to this story.

First of thanks for showing your interest in the story.

Let's see what can happen ahead. I would like to end thsi story as it ended by original writter, because there are almost 3 stories in pipe line.

One of them I started just couple of days back in Hindi. And that story will run by my words.

THanks again val .

[maitripatel]

 

When Kallan regained consciousness, he found himself in a room, bound by ropes and completely naked. Seated on a chair directly across from him was Raja Yashveer.
 
"So, you're finally awake! You dog of Jabbar. Come on, start barking now, or I’ll make you suffer a truly gruesome fate."
 
"Save your threats for someone else, Raja. Your hollow words hold no sway over me." Created by Maitri.
 
"Is that so? Very well then," Raja Sahib said, rising to his feet and lighting a cigarette.
 
Kallan laughed mockingly. "Go ahead—brand me with that thing wherever you like, Raja—but I won't open my mouth for a word."
 
Raja Sahib walked over, sat down in front of him, removed the cigarette from his lips, and pressed its burning tip against Kallan's testicles. Kallan screamed out in agony.
 
"I won't ask you to bark anymore. Instead, I’ll simply guide you toward death—very slowly, bit by agonizing bit. Understand this one thing clearly: if you don't open your mouth and talk, I will kill you—but it won't be an easy death. I will make you suffer such excruciating torment that even Death itself will recoil in horror." And pressing the cigarette against his testicles, he snuffed it out. Then he rose, picked up a knife from the adjacent table, and sat down before him once again.
 
About half an hour later, Kallan was singing like a trained parrot before Raja Sahib. Raja Sahib now knew the whole story; only one thought occupied his mind—Jabbar’s death. He wanted to go right then and there to put both Jabbar and Malika to their eternal sleep, but what would become of his Menaka after he was gone? He had to exact his revenge, yet it had to be executed with such cunning that no suspicion would fall upon him, allowing him to continue savoring the pleasures of life with Menaka. He spent the entire night lost in these thoughts, and by the time dawn broke, a plan had fully crystallized in his mind. Written by Maitri.
 
He knocked Kallan unconscious, dressed him, bound him securely, and loaded him into his car. It was 4:30 AM. He wanted to reach the palace by 6:00 AM—before Menaka woke up. He drove the car out of his city residence and sped off toward Rajpura.
 
As he drove, thoughts of Vishwa kept surfacing in his mind. These beasts had exploited his vulnerability—his weakness—and taken his life solely to exact their revenge upon him. He would make them all pay, inflicting upon those three a fate far worse than death.
 
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[maitripatel]

Their car was now ascending the hill just before Rajpura. It was on this very road that Yudhvir had met with his accident. Did these people have a hand in that as well? It was right at the next bend that his car had plunged into the ravine below. Before killing Jabbar, they would demand an answer to this very question.

 
Kallan had regained consciousness. He realized he was inside a car. The events of the previous night came flooding back to him. Raja would surely kill him; he had to get out of here. His hands had been bound behind his back with rope, and he lay face-down on the back seat. The mere thought of death made him shudder; summoning his strength, he lunged forward and slammed his head against the front seat. Rajasaheb, caught off guard by the sudden impact, was jolted violently; the car momentarily slipped out of his control and veered toward the edge of the hill. Kallan struck again with another forceful thrust; Rajasaheb was shaken once more, and the car began to slide down the slope. Rajasaheb was making a desperate, futile attempt to regain control when the car smashed into a rock, spun around, and tumbled into the ravine. As the vehicle plummeted, its rear door flew open, and the bound Kallan—still inside—went hurtling down through the air along with the car. Maitri's Creation.
 
For a while, a profound silence hung over the hillside, broken only by the chirping of birds; then, a deafening explosion rang out. Down in the ravine, Rajasaheb’s car was engulfed in flames, burning furiously. Dawn was slowly breaking, yet for the royal dynasty, the sun had already set.
 
Menaka sat in her room, frozen like a statue. Today marked exactly one month since Rajasaheb’s death. In the eyes of the world, she had become a widow the day Vishwa died; yet, for her, true widowhood had begun only with Rajasaheb’s passing. On that fateful morning—when the security officer arrived at the palace after discovering Rajasaheb’s car in the ravine, charred beyond recognition—they informed her that a burnt corpse had been found inside and that she would have to accompany them to identify it; upon hearing this, she had fainted. Upon regaining consciousness, she was taken to the hospital; when she saw the corpse, she let out a piercing scream. The face had been completely reduced to ash, as had the rest of the body; only a partially burnt section of the right hand and wrist remained—upon which the bracelet she had gifted him was still gleaming. It was by this alone that she identified Raja Sahib’s remains. She had no recollection of what transpired thereafter. Her parents had rushed to her side immediately, and her mother remained with her still. She simply went along silently with whatever people told her to do—like a living corpse. Written by Maitri.
 
Holding Raja Sahib’s bracelet in one hand, she was examining a set of documents—his last will and testament—in which he had bequeathed his entire estate to her. As of today, she was no longer the *Kunwarani*; she had become the *Rani Sahiba*. She gazed at the papers and, for the first time since Raja Sahib’s death, decided to go to the office.
 
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That's it for the day.

From Maitri JAY BHARAT.

[maitripatel]

Readers

I have posted two updates for your story taste.

Please dead and enjoy.....

See u soon...

Maitri.

[val.coutinho]

First of thanks for showing your interest in the story.

Let's see what can happen ahead. I would like to end thsi story as it ended by original writter, because there are almost 3 stories in pipe line.

One of them I started just couple of days back in Hindi. And that story will run by my words.

THanks again val .

Well Maitri.... I should thank you for re-igniting the story which I loved so much and it was incomplete end by the original writer. If you have re-ignited the story I would suggest you should end it way better than the original writer. I also know that you will be able to end it in a happy ending. The original writer killed the king along with the villain, so the ending does not make sense.

You have the potential to end the story in a happy manner and i suggest you should end it better. Like both Menaka and king lived life happily or getting married to each other after the vengance is completed. 

Please don't do injustice to such a wonderful story. Please please have a happy ending to the story. 

I know writing stories is not an easy task especially when your writing multiple stories. I leave the decision upto you how you end this lovely story.

[Erotica erotica]

Brother please add photos and gifts for better connect

[maitripatel]

Well Maitri.... I should thank you for re-igniting the story which I loved so much and it was incomplete end by the original writer. If you have re-ignited the story I would suggest you should end it way better than the original writer. I also know that you will be able to end it in a happy ending. The original writer killed the king along with the villain, so the ending does not make sense.

You have the potential to end the story in a happy manner and i suggest you should end it better. Like both Menaka and king lived life happily or getting married to each other after the vengance is completed. 

Please don't do injustice to such a wonderful story. Please please have a happy ending to the story. 

I know writing stories is not an easy task especially when your writing multiple stories. I leave the decision upto you how you end this lovely story.

Val

Oh, I had no idea you were so deeply invested in the story!


First of all, thank you for taking this story so much to heart.

As for the ending of the story—yes, Raja Sahib's death was indeed predetermined. However, in response to your request, I will now attempt to write it in a way that aligns with your vision. It won't make a huge difference; I will simply need to introduce a slight diversion from the original plan, and there will be a few additional updates.

It will be done; rest assured.

[maitripatel]

Brother please add photos and gifts for better connect

Reader................

Thanks for showing interest in the story. Specially a good idea expressed by u, which will help to decorate the story.

Now first of all, with regret let me inform you that I don't have any such material to decorate the story other than words.

Second we are just few steps behind to reach it's END.

Third is it takes very quantum time to find out such relevant GIF or PIC from net. And I do run short of time as my other stories also running and I have to justice them too out of my normal real life routine.


I would like to request you that if you have such GIF and PIC you can decorate my thread by your own.


Thanks again for showing interest in the story.

[maitripatel]

Now let's move ahead in this story with some diversification

[maitripatel]

Upon hearing the news of Raja Sahib's death, Jabbar went mad with joy. He had never even imagined that fate would bestow such a gift upon him without him having to lift a finger. At that moment, he was driving back to the city from a place called Shankargarh, with Malika by his side. The road from Shankargarh to the city cut right through a forest. Typically, people avoided using that route after dusk; instead, they would take a slight detour and reach the city via the highway. But Jabbar had absolutely no concern for such things. And rightly so—since when did thugs ever start fearing other thugs? It was 8 o'clock in the evening.

 
Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and Jabbar slammed on the brakes. One of his car's tires had blown out. "Damn it! Bhrnchod (Bastard)!" he cursed as he stepped out of the car. The moment he did, two masked figures emerged from the bushes lining the road and confronted him. One of them grabbed Jabbar from behind, pressing a knife against his throat, while the other dragged Malika out of the car. Created by Maitri.
 
"You bastards... what do you want? Money? Here, take it, and get lost, Chutiyo (you pricks)!"
 
"Shut up, you motherfucker! First, we're going to have our way with this 'goods,' and then I'll think about your money. Move!" He gestured toward Malika, and the two robbers dragged both Jabbar and Malika off the road, pulling them deep into the forest through the bushes. One of them shoved Malika to the ground, pinned her down, and began tearing at her clothes; Malika began to scream. The other robber bound Jabbar with a rope and then joined his accomplice in stripping Malika naked.
 
Just then, another figure burst through the bushes and arrived on the scene. He grabbed both thugs—one in each hand—and yanked them off Malika. He was a Sardar, and he immediately began to fight them both, single-handedly. As soon as Malika broke free from the thugs' clutches, she ran over to Jabbar and untied his bonds. Now, joining forces with the Sardar, Jabbar too began thrashing the thugs. Before long, the thugs took to their heels and vanished from the scene.
 
"Thank you," Jabbar panted. Written by Maitri.
 
"It was merely my duty. The name's Ravijit Singh Sodhi," the Sardar said, catching his breath as he shook Jabbar's hand. He was a tall, well-built man, likely somewhere around fifty years of age.
 
"I am Jabbar Singh."
 
"Both of you come with me. I have a farmhouse just before the city limits. Spend the night there," he said, using his coat to cover Malika's body, which had been exposed by her torn clothes.
 
"We would be putting you to unnecessary trouble."
 
"Not at all. Come, sit down. And don't worry about your car; I'll have my driver and servants come fetch it shortly."
 
About an hour later, the two of them were seated with Ravijit Singh Sodhi in the drawing room of his farmhouse; Malika was resting in one of the bedrooms.
 
"So, what do you do, Mr. Jabbar?" he asked, extending a glass of whiskey.
 
"I'm a property dealer. And you?" Jabbar asked as he accepted the glass.
 
"I'm an NRI. I run a business in Jamaica," he replied, refilling his glass after finishing his drink. Presented by FunLove.
 
Before long, mellowed by the alcohol, the two men began to converse freely and openly.
 
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[maitripatel]

Readers

As i decided to divert this story.


At this moment I could write this much only.

Please bare with me.

Next time I will come back with nice episode(s).

 

Please stay tuned..........................

[val.coutinho]

Val

Oh, I had no idea you were so deeply invested in the story!


First of all, thank you for taking this story so much to heart.

As for the ending of the story—yes, Raja Sahib's death was indeed predetermined. However, in response to your request, I will now attempt to write it in a way that aligns with your vision. It won't make a huge difference; I will simply need to introduce a slight diversion from the original plan, and there will be a few additional updates.

It will be done; rest assured.

Maitri,

I really loved this stroy but the original writer just finished the story with incomplete end that put me off for this story. 

I know you are a skilled writer and will do justice to this story. I would suggest let raja saheb put in a plan to show he is dead by putting his bracelet on kallan's hand jist before the car blasts, but actually he is alive and wants to spend the rest of his life with his true love Menaka. Let him guide her to run the company and accomplish all that raja saheb has been working hard for thru Menaka.

Please give it a good happy ending. Thanks for all this in advance Maitri.

[maitripatel]

Maitri,

I really loved this stroy but the original writer just finished the story with incomplete end that put me off for this story. 

I know you are a skilled writer and will do justice to this story. I would suggest let raja saheb put in a plan to show he is dead by putting his bracelet on kallan's hand jist before the car blasts, but actually he is alive and wants to spend the rest of his life with his true love Menaka. Let him guide her to run the company and accomplish all that raja saheb has been working hard for thru Menaka.

Please give it a good happy ending. Thanks for all this in advance Maitri.

Thanks Val.

well in my earlier reply I clearly told you that "BE ASSURE............."


However I would like to thank you for an idea whcih you passed me.

Now it would be premature if I reveal something here.

Rather I would request your to stay with the END and then decide I could I be match your idea.

Wait just a few episodes to come.........................


THANKS FOR SUBMITTING A BETTER IDEA TO REACH THE END........................

By keeping this idea in my mind, I will publish a fresh episode here.................

[maitripatel]

Friends

Let us move ahead

[maitripatel]

"The Almighty works in mysterious ways, Jabbar Sahib. First, He kindles a desire for something in a human heart; then, just when a person has toiled and struggled to become worthy of attaining it, He wipes that very thing out of existence. For the past twenty-six years, I have been working toward a single objective—and today, when I finally arrived to fulfill it..."

 
"So? What happened, Sodhi Sahib?"
 
"Never mind. You’re from Rajpura, aren't you?"
 
"Yes." Written by Maitri.
 
"Then what I’m about to say might offend you."
 
"Why?"
 
"Because the family I’m referring to is worshipped like gods in your village."
 
"Are you talking about the Rajkul family?"
 
"Yes, indeed. Rajkul! The very family that completely altered the course of my life."
 
"Sodhi Sahib, believe me—the hatred you harbor in your heart for that family pales in comparison to the hatred burning within my own chest."
 
"What?"
 
"Yes, it’s true, Sodhi Sahib. And if you deem me trustworthy enough to share your pain with, I can still offer you a way to exact your revenge upon that family."
 
"Very well, Jabbar Sahib. It’s not exactly a deep, dark secret anyway. I first came to Rajpura twenty-six years ago. I hail from a very impoverished family. After completing my studies at the polytechnic, I secured a job at the Rajkul Sugar Mill. For accommodation, I rented a room in the village—in the home of an army soldier. The soldier rarely visited home; only his wife lived there permanently. She was breathtakingly beautiful. I was a young man back then, and she, too, was yearning for the physical intimacy of a man. Before long, a relationship developed between us." "It started merely as a way to quench the fire of our bodies, but soon, we came to love each other with heart and soul." He drained his glass. Wrote for you by Maitri.
 
"...As the saying goes, love and perfume cannot be hidden. News of our romance eventually spread, and when the soldier returned, he raised a massive ruckus. His wife wanted to leave with me, and I, too, was ready to take her away. But for the soldier, it was a matter of honor; he went straight to King Yashveer’s father—King Suryapratap—to lodge a complaint, and the King issued his decree. I was fired from my job and cast out of the village. Not only that, but I was branded a vagrant, and consequently, I couldn't find work anywhere else."
 
"For months, I wandered aimlessly, until someone finally helped me secure a job in Jamaica. Once there, I dedicated myself to strengthening every aspect of my being, with a singular purpose: I intended to make Suryapratap’s son, Yashveer, pay for his father’s misdeeds. However, upon my return, I discovered that he had been killed in a car accident."
 
"Now, tell me—what is your plan?"
 
"Sodhi Sahib, why don't you simply buy the Royal Family's mills? You provide the capital, and I will manage the operations here. We can form a partnership, and you will receive your share of the profits every single month. For me, the mere fact that the King's mills are now in my hands will be source of deep satisfaction."
 
"But are the mills actually for sale?"
 
"If they aren't now, they soon will be. You leave that part to me."
 
"Jabbar Bhai, you still haven't told me your story." Presented byMAitri.
 
"I will, Sodhi Sahib—I most certainly will—just let the right moment arrive. You have chosen to confide your secrets in me, and I, in turn, will honor my promise to you."
 
"Very well. I place my trust in you as well." The two men shook hands.
 
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[maitripatel]

Well, friends, let's move the story forward now...


King Sahib is gone...

Let's see what kind of spectacle this new character creates...


He might just end up plundering King Sahib's entire empire... And Menaka, too, is all alone...

[maitripatel]

Menaka’s heart was no longer in anything. She tried hard to focus on her work at the office, but she met with no success. Fifteen or twenty days had passed since she had resumed coming to the office, yet everything felt like a heavy burden to her. She sat at her desk, idly shuffling through papers, lost in memories of days gone by. She recalled how she had gone with him to sign a deal—leaving as his daughter-in-law, but returning as the queen of his heart. She remembered their first night together in that hotel room... and then their time here... Just then, a thought crossed her mind—the encounter she had had with Mr. Sapru at the airport.

 
Mr. Sapru! Yes! Why shouldn't she sell her share in the mills to him? Then she could leave this place and move to the city. Rajpura, by now, felt as if it were closing in on her—suffocating her. She immediately spoke to Mr. Seshadri. He, too, thought it was an excellent idea. Menaka hadn't been paying proper attention to her work; while this hadn't caused any losses yet, it certainly could in the future. When the two of them spoke to their German partners, they readily agreed as well.
 
Menaka immediately set off for Delhi with her mother. When she presented her proposal to Mr. Sapru there, it was as if he had received the very wish he had secretly desired. On the return journey from Delhi, Menaka’s mother headed to her own home, while Menaka herself reached Rajpura just as dusk was falling.
 
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