Incest The Game of Sasur Bahu

[maitripatel]

Malika lay in her room, fingering her choot (pussy). Jabbar had been away for two days, and she hadn't had sex in two days. Just then, her phone rang, "Hello."

 
"Yes, I'm in Delhi. I'll be back tomorrow morning by 10." It was Jabbar.
 
After talking for a while, Malika put the phone aside and started rubbing her choot again. She was going crazy for lund (Lund (cock)). Then she thought of Kallan, so she picked up the phone and dialed his number.
 
"Hello!" Kallan answered the phone. Written by Maitri.
 
"What are you doing, you rascal?"
 
"I'm just getting ready to leave." Jabbar had deposited the remaining money into Kallan's account yesterday. Kallan's work was done, and he was going away for another two or three months.
 
"Where are you going, leaving me here in agony? You chutiya (bastard), Jabbar is in Delhi. Come here and quench my thirst and me."
 
"I can't take the chance of going there. If someone sees us, it won't take long for the whole thing to be exposed. Anyway, if you want, you can come here; I'll leave tomorrow." Kallan was also tempted to fuck Malika. Presented by Maitri.
 
"Okay, you bhosadike (bastard), I'll come myself. That chodu (bastard) will come tomorrow morning. I'll come, but where do I visit you?"
 
"There's that 'Fiesta' cafe in the city's Chowk Bazaar. Come there. I'll take you home from there. What time will you arrive?"
 
"I'll reach 'Fiesta' by 3 o'clock." She looked at the wall clock.
 
"Okay."
 
"They say that even the most cunning criminal makes a mistake, and here Kallan made three. His first mistake was the day Malika called him after returning from Bangalore and told him her location in the city. He used to change his locations every few days, but Malika had come to almost every one of his locations to get fucked. His second mistake was postponing his trip to the next day.
 
He wouldn't have suffered the consequences of these two mistakes if he hadn't made a third mistake: he went to the 11:30 pm movie show at the Chowk Bazaar multiplex. You might be wondering if Kallan was a college student who would have made a mistake by bunking a movie. But no, friends, watch how that movie lands Kallan in the biggest trouble of his life.
 
Dushyant Verma's detective, Manish, was watching a movie with his girlfriend, Pooja, or rather, he was watching the movie while kissing and licking her. "Ahh... the interval is about to come, the lights will come on, leave it now!" Pooja pushed him away.
 
"Okay, Baba!" Just then, the lights came on. "Would you like a cold drink or coffee?" Manish stood up and started to get down. Their seats were in the corner of the last row.
 
"Bring a cold drink and popcorn too." Created by Maitri.
 
"Okay."
 
The show was going houseful, and the refreshment counters were crowded. Manish stood in a line, waiting for his turn, looking around, when his eyes fell on a tall man in the adjacent line. He looked exactly like the tribal man he was looking for in the mobile photo. He had changed his appearance. He had a French-cut beard...it was him.
 
But then he felt he needed to confirm the matter first. He immediately called Dushyant Verma, the only two people at the agency who knew about the case. "Sir, I'm Manish," he said, and explained the entire story.
 
"Manish, somehow take a photo of that man with your mobile camera and send it to me. I'm here in the Mumbai office. I'll check both photos from there and let you know."
 
Manish resumed watching the movie with Pooja. The man was sitting three rows below them, in the center corner seat of the adjacent block of seats. Manish was holding Pooja in his arms and caressing her, but his eyes were constantly fixed on the man. His phone rang, "Yes, sir?"
 
"You're right, Manish, this is the same person. Now you do one thing. I'm not there. Now you have to handle everything. I'll inform Yashveer that he should reach the city, and you should follow this man like a shadow. I'll also give Yash your number." I'll call the office. A man will give you the kit outside the hall after the show is over, okay? Handle everything very carefully, son. We have to capture this man. We can't go to the security officer because we don't have any solid evidence. So, we have to get him to confess everything first. Okay, beta. Best of luck!"
 
"Thanks, sir."

"Are you talking about work here too?"

"Sorry, darling." Manish hugged an upset Pooja, kissed her, and squeezed her breasts over her top.

"Oh... you madarchod (M fucker)... you idiot (chutiya)," Pooja whispered in amusement. The two remained clinging to each other like this until the movie ended.

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To be continued.


That's it for the day. JAY BHARAT fr Maitri.