16-04-2026, 03:53 PM
"Incredible! What on earth is going on these days? First the King drops dead out of nowhere, and now his daughter-in-law wants to meet *me*!" Jabbar switched off his mobile phone and began kneading Malika's breasts once again. When Seshadri’s call had come in, he was in the middle of fucking Malika; she lay sprawled on the carpeted floor while Jabbar mounted her, pounding her pussy with his thick cock.
"Are you going alone, or are you taking that Sardar along with you?" Malika pressed his face against her breasts.
"Not yet, my love—let me have a word with her myself first," he said, giving her nipple a playful nip. written by Maitri.
"Ah..." Jabbar moaned softly, quickening his thrusts as he sucked on her nipple.
"When you buy those mills, I want a partnership stake in them too. Ooh... *Ooowww*!" Jabbar had now dropped to his knees to continue fucking her, while simultaneously using one hand to rub against her clitoris.
"Take it, my love! Take whatever you desire," he said, accelerating the rhythm of both his hand and his hips. Malika couldn't withstand this dual assault on her pussy for very long; she climaxed almost immediately, and a moment later, Jabbar emptied his load deep inside her.
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Behind the Rajkul Sugar Mill lay a patch of vacant land—a place where few people ever ventured. It was one o'clock in the afternoon; Menaka sat inside a car with Seshadri and her driver, waiting for Jabbar.
"It’s getting quite late; who knows when this bastard will finally show up," Seshadri remarked, glancing at his wristwatch. "This man is utterly untrustworthy, *Rani Sahiba*." "Why did you agree to meet him in this desolate place?"
Before Menaka could say a word, Jabbar's car came into view. Jabbar stepped out of the car and approached Menaka. "Namaste," he said, his gaze fixed on her chest.
"Namaste."
"What business brings you to me?"
"I wanted to discuss the recent strike at the mill," Menaka replied, stepping out of the car; Seshadri stood right beside her.
"You should discuss that with your workers—why talk to me? I had absolutely nothing to do with that strike," he retorted, his eyes brazenly scanning Menaka's body from head to toe.
"Look here, Mr. Jabbar, I haven't come here to beat around the bush. Everyone knows that you were the mastermind behind that strike. What you really want, isn't it, is for us to sell our shares in the mill to you or one of your associates?"
"So, you are as sharp as you are beautiful. You got straight to the point," Jabbar remarked insolently. Wrote for u by Maitri.
"MInd your language!" Seshadri interjected angrily.
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"Just a minute, Uncle. Yes—so, Mr. Jabbar, tell us: how exactly do you intend to buy our share? To you, our workers are merely pawns to be used for your own selfish ends; but to us, they are loyal, devoted people without whom our progress would have been impossible. We will sell our share only when we are fully assured that our workers are being entrusted to the right hands."
Now, Jabbar, too, grew serious and looked intently at her. *This girl is actually talking business!* he thought.
"We know a great deal about you as well. You certainly don't have the financial clout to purchase the mills on your own—so do enlighten us: how exactly do you plan to buy them?"
"I am not alone; there is another person with me. An NRI."
"Is that so? Then introduce us to him."
"Rani Sahiba, what on earth are you doing? You intend to sell the legacy of the Royal House to *this* man?"
"Mr. Seshadri, be silent. You may interrupt your employer only when you have something of absolute urgency to say."
Mr. Seshadri stared at her in utter astonishment. Never before—not even the Raja Sahab himself—had anyone ever humiliated him in such a manner.
"Very well. I shall introduce you to him tomorrow itself."
"Agreed. We, too, wish to see this matter concluded by the time of the Dussehra festival."
stay tuned........................
"Are you going alone, or are you taking that Sardar along with you?" Malika pressed his face against her breasts.
"Not yet, my love—let me have a word with her myself first," he said, giving her nipple a playful nip. written by Maitri.
"Ah..." Jabbar moaned softly, quickening his thrusts as he sucked on her nipple.
"When you buy those mills, I want a partnership stake in them too. Ooh... *Ooowww*!" Jabbar had now dropped to his knees to continue fucking her, while simultaneously using one hand to rub against her clitoris.
"Take it, my love! Take whatever you desire," he said, accelerating the rhythm of both his hand and his hips. Malika couldn't withstand this dual assault on her pussy for very long; she climaxed almost immediately, and a moment later, Jabbar emptied his load deep inside her.
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Behind the Rajkul Sugar Mill lay a patch of vacant land—a place where few people ever ventured. It was one o'clock in the afternoon; Menaka sat inside a car with Seshadri and her driver, waiting for Jabbar.
"It’s getting quite late; who knows when this bastard will finally show up," Seshadri remarked, glancing at his wristwatch. "This man is utterly untrustworthy, *Rani Sahiba*." "Why did you agree to meet him in this desolate place?"
Before Menaka could say a word, Jabbar's car came into view. Jabbar stepped out of the car and approached Menaka. "Namaste," he said, his gaze fixed on her chest.
"Namaste."
"What business brings you to me?"
"I wanted to discuss the recent strike at the mill," Menaka replied, stepping out of the car; Seshadri stood right beside her.
"You should discuss that with your workers—why talk to me? I had absolutely nothing to do with that strike," he retorted, his eyes brazenly scanning Menaka's body from head to toe.
"Look here, Mr. Jabbar, I haven't come here to beat around the bush. Everyone knows that you were the mastermind behind that strike. What you really want, isn't it, is for us to sell our shares in the mill to you or one of your associates?"
"So, you are as sharp as you are beautiful. You got straight to the point," Jabbar remarked insolently. Wrote for u by Maitri.
"MInd your language!" Seshadri interjected angrily.
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"Just a minute, Uncle. Yes—so, Mr. Jabbar, tell us: how exactly do you intend to buy our share? To you, our workers are merely pawns to be used for your own selfish ends; but to us, they are loyal, devoted people without whom our progress would have been impossible. We will sell our share only when we are fully assured that our workers are being entrusted to the right hands."
Now, Jabbar, too, grew serious and looked intently at her. *This girl is actually talking business!* he thought.
"We know a great deal about you as well. You certainly don't have the financial clout to purchase the mills on your own—so do enlighten us: how exactly do you plan to buy them?"
"I am not alone; there is another person with me. An NRI."
"Is that so? Then introduce us to him."
"Rani Sahiba, what on earth are you doing? You intend to sell the legacy of the Royal House to *this* man?"
"Mr. Seshadri, be silent. You may interrupt your employer only when you have something of absolute urgency to say."
Mr. Seshadri stared at her in utter astonishment. Never before—not even the Raja Sahab himself—had anyone ever humiliated him in such a manner.
"Very well. I shall introduce you to him tomorrow itself."
"Agreed. We, too, wish to see this matter concluded by the time of the Dussehra festival."
stay tuned........................
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