18-04-2026, 03:13 PM
Part 17 – The Finale
Continued from the previous where we left…………………….
10 Days Later
Menaka’s last will and testament was being read aloud. Following Raja Sahib’s death, she had become the sole owner of the entire estate, and everyone was eager to discover what provisions she had made in her will.
Menaka had bequeathed her entire estate to charity—earmarking funds for orphaned children, the rehabilitation of widows, religious causes, and various other philanthropic endeavors. Her parents had been struggling to bear the weight of their grief, but now, perhaps after hearing the contents of the will, they too seemed to have finally accepted the stark reality that their daughter was no longer of this world.
Mr. Seshadri, too, appeared calm now; yet, the haunting images of that dark Dussehra night continued to replay before his eyes. By the time the security officer and fire brigade arrived on the scene, a large section of the palace had already been reduced to ashes. Inside, the security officer discovered the badly charred remains of a woman, which Menaka’s father subsequently identified as those of his daughter. Outside, Jabbar lay dead as well. Written by Maitri.
Following their investigation, when the security officer discovered that the fire had been deliberately set using petrol, their suspicions—that this was Jabbar’s handiwork—were firmly substantiated. The security officer also questioned Mr. Seshadri, and ultimately, they arrived at the following conclusion:
Jabbar harbored an intense hatred for Raja Sahib, and it was common knowledge that he was obsessed with the idea of seizing control of the family’s mills. After Raja Sahib’s death, when Menaka decided to sell the mills to Mr. Sapru, Jabbar attempted to stop her by issuing threats; however, when Menaka refused to yield, he was driven mad with rage. On that Dussehra night, he stormed into the palace and unleashed a horrific chain of events—a deadly game in which he ultimately lost his own life as well.
And thus, the saga of the royal dynasty came to an end. For the people, the royal family now existed merely as a name inscribed upon the various charitable institutions and buildings constructed through the funds they had donated for social service. Maitri's creativity.
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Over there, in the Bahamas...
At the airport, passengers disembarking from a flight arriving from Miami were making their way out through the security channel. Most of them were either Americans or Bahamians—save for one young woman. Possessing a killer figure, she was clad in a knee-length, yellow floral dress. Delicate straps rested upon her shoulders, and the plunging neckline of her dress exposed a generous expanse of cleavage—a sight that lured the gaze of every man present at the airport while simultaneously stirring envy in the women.
"Miss Anita Singh?" The customs officer matched her face against the photograph in her passport.
"Yes!"
"Welcome to the Bahamas, Ma'am. Enjoy your stay." He handed her passport back to her, stealing one final, lingering glance at the alluring cleavage revealed by her dress.
"Thank you."
Stepping outside, she spotted a tall, burly Black man holding a sign bearing her name. She walked over to him, and shortly thereafter, found herself seated in the back of a car, setting off toward her destination. A little while later, the car dropped her off at a jetty.
"This boat will take you to your destination, Ma'am," the man said to her after loading all her luggage onto a large yacht.
"Okay, thanks."
Evening was drawing in, and the sky had turned a vibrant crimson. All she wanted now was to reach her destination as quickly as possible. Forty-five minutes later, the yacht docked at an island. As she stepped ashore, another Black man took charge of her luggage. Written and presented by Maitri.
"Welcome, Ma'am. Mr. Vijay Singh is waiting for you inside the villa." He gestured toward a large, magnificent house. She ran toward the residence and passed through its gates. All around, various kinds of plants were planted, and there was also a large swimming pool. Following behind the Black man, she entered the villa. Everything was magnificent—exactly to her taste.
The Black man took her luggage and vanished somewhere within the villa; just then, two strong arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her into a tight embrace. She turned around to face the man and clung to him. Clinging to one another, they began to kiss passionately.
"Oh... Menaka... at last."
"Yes, Yash... at last, we meet again." 'Anita Singh' was none other than his own Menaka, and this man—'Vijay Singh'—was *Raja Saheb*.
Still locked in each other's arms, they sat down on a large sofa nearby and once again began to drink from each other's lips.
When they finally pulled apart, Menaka asked, "How did you come up with all of this, Yash?"
"I'll tell you everything, my love." *Raja Saheb* lifted her into his arms, carried her into a bedroom, and laid her down on the bed. After closing the door, he turned around, and Menaka gazed at him intently. He was dressed in a T-shirt and shorts. He had shaved off his beard and mustache, and the Bahamian sun had bronzed his complexion to a radiant glow. Her pussy began to grow wet. It had been so long since she had been alone with her lover, yet many questions were swirling in her mind—and she needed answers.
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Stay tuned friends........................
Continued from the previous where we left…………………….
10 Days Later
Menaka’s last will and testament was being read aloud. Following Raja Sahib’s death, she had become the sole owner of the entire estate, and everyone was eager to discover what provisions she had made in her will.
Menaka had bequeathed her entire estate to charity—earmarking funds for orphaned children, the rehabilitation of widows, religious causes, and various other philanthropic endeavors. Her parents had been struggling to bear the weight of their grief, but now, perhaps after hearing the contents of the will, they too seemed to have finally accepted the stark reality that their daughter was no longer of this world.
Mr. Seshadri, too, appeared calm now; yet, the haunting images of that dark Dussehra night continued to replay before his eyes. By the time the security officer and fire brigade arrived on the scene, a large section of the palace had already been reduced to ashes. Inside, the security officer discovered the badly charred remains of a woman, which Menaka’s father subsequently identified as those of his daughter. Outside, Jabbar lay dead as well. Written by Maitri.
Following their investigation, when the security officer discovered that the fire had been deliberately set using petrol, their suspicions—that this was Jabbar’s handiwork—were firmly substantiated. The security officer also questioned Mr. Seshadri, and ultimately, they arrived at the following conclusion:
Jabbar harbored an intense hatred for Raja Sahib, and it was common knowledge that he was obsessed with the idea of seizing control of the family’s mills. After Raja Sahib’s death, when Menaka decided to sell the mills to Mr. Sapru, Jabbar attempted to stop her by issuing threats; however, when Menaka refused to yield, he was driven mad with rage. On that Dussehra night, he stormed into the palace and unleashed a horrific chain of events—a deadly game in which he ultimately lost his own life as well.
And thus, the saga of the royal dynasty came to an end. For the people, the royal family now existed merely as a name inscribed upon the various charitable institutions and buildings constructed through the funds they had donated for social service. Maitri's creativity.
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Over there, in the Bahamas...
At the airport, passengers disembarking from a flight arriving from Miami were making their way out through the security channel. Most of them were either Americans or Bahamians—save for one young woman. Possessing a killer figure, she was clad in a knee-length, yellow floral dress. Delicate straps rested upon her shoulders, and the plunging neckline of her dress exposed a generous expanse of cleavage—a sight that lured the gaze of every man present at the airport while simultaneously stirring envy in the women.
"Miss Anita Singh?" The customs officer matched her face against the photograph in her passport.
"Yes!"
"Welcome to the Bahamas, Ma'am. Enjoy your stay." He handed her passport back to her, stealing one final, lingering glance at the alluring cleavage revealed by her dress.
"Thank you."
Stepping outside, she spotted a tall, burly Black man holding a sign bearing her name. She walked over to him, and shortly thereafter, found herself seated in the back of a car, setting off toward her destination. A little while later, the car dropped her off at a jetty.
"This boat will take you to your destination, Ma'am," the man said to her after loading all her luggage onto a large yacht.
"Okay, thanks."
Evening was drawing in, and the sky had turned a vibrant crimson. All she wanted now was to reach her destination as quickly as possible. Forty-five minutes later, the yacht docked at an island. As she stepped ashore, another Black man took charge of her luggage. Written and presented by Maitri.
"Welcome, Ma'am. Mr. Vijay Singh is waiting for you inside the villa." He gestured toward a large, magnificent house. She ran toward the residence and passed through its gates. All around, various kinds of plants were planted, and there was also a large swimming pool. Following behind the Black man, she entered the villa. Everything was magnificent—exactly to her taste.
The Black man took her luggage and vanished somewhere within the villa; just then, two strong arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her into a tight embrace. She turned around to face the man and clung to him. Clinging to one another, they began to kiss passionately.
"Oh... Menaka... at last."
"Yes, Yash... at last, we meet again." 'Anita Singh' was none other than his own Menaka, and this man—'Vijay Singh'—was *Raja Saheb*.
Still locked in each other's arms, they sat down on a large sofa nearby and once again began to drink from each other's lips.
When they finally pulled apart, Menaka asked, "How did you come up with all of this, Yash?"
"I'll tell you everything, my love." *Raja Saheb* lifted her into his arms, carried her into a bedroom, and laid her down on the bed. After closing the door, he turned around, and Menaka gazed at him intently. He was dressed in a T-shirt and shorts. He had shaved off his beard and mustache, and the Bahamian sun had bronzed his complexion to a radiant glow. Her pussy began to grow wet. It had been so long since she had been alone with her lover, yet many questions were swirling in her mind—and she needed answers.
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Stay tuned friends........................
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