01-03-2026, 01:30 PM
Part 10
In one place there is mourning, while in another place the same sorrow is being celebrated.
Continued from the previous part...
Terms of words
Choot= Pussy, vagina
Lund= Cock,dick
To understand the complete story, please read parts 1 to 9 of this story...
Let's go back in time—just two days.
The palace was shrouded in mourning. Raja Saheb had just returned from personally lighting the funeral pyre for his second son. About three hours after Dr. Purandare's call that morning, Bangalore security officer recovered Vishwa's body from a street in that notorious neighborhood. Raja Saheb was just about to leave for Bangalore when he received this unfortunate news.
The postmortem report stated a drug overdose as the cause of death, but Dr. Purandare said that Vishwa had largely overcome his addiction and he couldn't believe he had run away from the center, especially for drugs. These details held no meaning for Raja Saheb. His second son had also died, and now he was alone, his lineage about to end.
Vishwa's death had devastated him, and he sat in his study, lamenting his fate. And Menaka...
Menaka was sorry for Vishwajeet's death, but not sad. And how could she be? He had never treated her like a wife. For him, she was merely a means to satisfy his physical desires. More than she regretted his death, Menaka was worried about her father-in-law. After this tragedy, he had become completely dejected and despondent. The man who had previously faced life's hardships like a rock was now like a dry leaf, blown wherever the winds of time wished.
Menaka wanted to console him, but the palace was currently crowded with relatives, including her parents. With all this, she hadn't had a chance to speak to the king. And even if she had, she couldn't even speak to him openly. So, Menaka simply waited for the right moment. She was determined not to let her father-in-law and the business he had built go to waste.
Jabbar was celebrating, "Here, my love, drink." He put his hand around Malika's waist and placed the beer bottle to her lips.
"Tell me, did you deposited money into my account?" Malika took a sip.
"Yes, my love, go to the bank tomorrow and check." Jabbar brought his hand up from her waist, put it inside her top, and grabbed one of her breasts. Malika kissed his lips, "Aye...ahh...did you put in the full amount? Or only half like last time?"
"Just go to the bank tomorrow and check." Jabbar took off her top and started sucking her breasts. Malika stood there for a while, having her breasts sucked by him. Then she pushed him away, sat down on the floor with her back against the sofa, and took a beer bottle to her mouth. Jabbar was obsessed with fucking her. He took off his clothes, went over to Malika, snatched the bottle from her hand, and put his cock in her mouth. "Drink this; it's more intoxicating than beer."
This was true; for Malika, a man's hard, large cock was the most intoxicating thing in the world. She took the cock in her mouth and started sucking it, but her pussy had become addicted to Kallan's cock, and Kallan hadn't come to Rajpura with them.
"Where is your pet, you cruel man (Jaalim)?" She pressed Jabbar's testicles with her hand and put her tongue on his penis hole.
"He's been asked to stay underground for a few days. He'll come out once the news of Vishwa's death has settled." He grabbed Malika's head and began fucking her mouth, moving his waist.
"That bastard called just a while ago while you were bathing. He was worried about his money, just like you." Jabbar laid Malika down on the floor, climbed on her, and inserted his cock inside her.
"Aaa...eeee." Malika started to get fucked by him, and she knew he would make her cum, but Jabbar didn't have the same Kallan charm. After about 15 minutes of intense fucking, Jabbar released her and went to the bathroom. As soon as he left, Malika picked up his mobile, looked for Kallan's number, and started dialing from her own. "Where are you, you cruel man? You could have quenched my thirst," she whispered. Kallan told her his whereabouts, but perhaps he didn't realize how big a mistake he was making.
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See you soon with another fine episode....
Until then please accept Maitri's JAY BHARAT.
In one place there is mourning, while in another place the same sorrow is being celebrated.
Continued from the previous part...
Terms of words
Choot= Pussy, vagina
Lund= Cock,dick
To understand the complete story, please read parts 1 to 9 of this story...
Let's go back in time—just two days.
The palace was shrouded in mourning. Raja Saheb had just returned from personally lighting the funeral pyre for his second son. About three hours after Dr. Purandare's call that morning, Bangalore security officer recovered Vishwa's body from a street in that notorious neighborhood. Raja Saheb was just about to leave for Bangalore when he received this unfortunate news.
The postmortem report stated a drug overdose as the cause of death, but Dr. Purandare said that Vishwa had largely overcome his addiction and he couldn't believe he had run away from the center, especially for drugs. These details held no meaning for Raja Saheb. His second son had also died, and now he was alone, his lineage about to end.
Vishwa's death had devastated him, and he sat in his study, lamenting his fate. And Menaka...
Menaka was sorry for Vishwajeet's death, but not sad. And how could she be? He had never treated her like a wife. For him, she was merely a means to satisfy his physical desires. More than she regretted his death, Menaka was worried about her father-in-law. After this tragedy, he had become completely dejected and despondent. The man who had previously faced life's hardships like a rock was now like a dry leaf, blown wherever the winds of time wished.
Menaka wanted to console him, but the palace was currently crowded with relatives, including her parents. With all this, she hadn't had a chance to speak to the king. And even if she had, she couldn't even speak to him openly. So, Menaka simply waited for the right moment. She was determined not to let her father-in-law and the business he had built go to waste.
Jabbar was celebrating, "Here, my love, drink." He put his hand around Malika's waist and placed the beer bottle to her lips.
"Tell me, did you deposited money into my account?" Malika took a sip.
"Yes, my love, go to the bank tomorrow and check." Jabbar brought his hand up from her waist, put it inside her top, and grabbed one of her breasts. Malika kissed his lips, "Aye...ahh...did you put in the full amount? Or only half like last time?"
"Just go to the bank tomorrow and check." Jabbar took off her top and started sucking her breasts. Malika stood there for a while, having her breasts sucked by him. Then she pushed him away, sat down on the floor with her back against the sofa, and took a beer bottle to her mouth. Jabbar was obsessed with fucking her. He took off his clothes, went over to Malika, snatched the bottle from her hand, and put his cock in her mouth. "Drink this; it's more intoxicating than beer."
This was true; for Malika, a man's hard, large cock was the most intoxicating thing in the world. She took the cock in her mouth and started sucking it, but her pussy had become addicted to Kallan's cock, and Kallan hadn't come to Rajpura with them.
"Where is your pet, you cruel man (Jaalim)?" She pressed Jabbar's testicles with her hand and put her tongue on his penis hole.
"He's been asked to stay underground for a few days. He'll come out once the news of Vishwa's death has settled." He grabbed Malika's head and began fucking her mouth, moving his waist.
"That bastard called just a while ago while you were bathing. He was worried about his money, just like you." Jabbar laid Malika down on the floor, climbed on her, and inserted his cock inside her.
"Aaa...eeee." Malika started to get fucked by him, and she knew he would make her cum, but Jabbar didn't have the same Kallan charm. After about 15 minutes of intense fucking, Jabbar released her and went to the bathroom. As soon as he left, Malika picked up his mobile, looked for Kallan's number, and started dialing from her own. "Where are you, you cruel man? You could have quenched my thirst," she whispered. Kallan told her his whereabouts, but perhaps he didn't realize how big a mistake he was making.
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See you soon with another fine episode....
Until then please accept Maitri's JAY BHARAT.
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