[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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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.

[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..........................

[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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[maitripatel]

Part 15

 
Continued from the previous post...
 
When Menaka arrived at the palace, she found Seshadri waiting for her. "Namaste, Uncle! Please, come—let's go into the hall." She instructed a servant to arrange for some tea for all.
 
"Rani Sahiba, I have some bad news."
 
"Is there still more bad news left to come, Uncle?" She asked, handing him a cup of tea. Presented by Maitri.
 
"The mill workers have gone on strike."
 
"But why?"
 
"They found out that you are selling your share of the business, and they claim that their interests will not be safeguarded in the process."
 
"Uncle, we have always made every decision with their best interests in mind; why, then, this sudden strike?"
 
"Rani Sahiba, Jabbar is behind all of this. He has the workers' union leader wrapped around his little finger. He wants the buyer to be one of his own men. He attempted something similar last time as well, but he suffered a humiliating defeat back then."
 
"Hmm... Alright, Uncle. Please tell the workers that we will not make any decision without their support. Just ask them to return to work starting tomorrow."
 
"But, Rani Sahiba, wouldn't that amount to capitulating to them?"
 
"Uncle, think of how many workers are suffering losses because of just one man. Just because we are backing down this one time doesn't mean we will do so every time. Please, explain this to the workers on my behalf." Created by Maitri.
 
"As you wish," Seshadri said; he finished his tea and took his leave.
 
That night, for the first time since Raja Sahab's death, Menaka lay alone in her bed. Ever since his passing, her mother had not left her daughter alone for even a single moment.
 
She was wearing a slip that reached just above her knees. She tossed and turned, but sleep simply refused to come to her eyes. She was missing Raja Sahib. After tossing and turning for quite some time, the fatigue of the journey finally took its toll; her eyelids grew heavy, and shortly thereafter, she drifted off to sleep.
 
It was one o'clock in the morning. Silence reigned all around—but what was that? Who was that figure—evading the palace guards—that had crossed the lawn and reached the palace itself? Moments later, the shadowy figure opened a window and slipped inside. It was truly astonishing how he had managed to bypass the security alarms! He was now ascending the stairs to the upper floor. First, he opened the door to Raja Sahib's room and peeked inside; finding no one there, he moved on and opened the door to Menaka's room.
 
 
The moonlight streaming through the window bathed Menaka's fair body—clad only in a delicate slip—in a soft, ethereal glow. The stranger gazed upon her beauty for a while, then climbed onto the bed and leaned over her. Menaka’s eyes flew open as she felt his warm breath on her face. She was about to scream in terror when the stranger clamped his hand over her mouth.
 
Suddenly, amidst the fear and astonishment widening Menaka’s eyes, a flicker of recognition appeared; seeing this, the stranger removed his hand from her mouth. "...You!"
 
"Yes, it’s me," the stranger whispered, then pressed his lips against the Rani Sahiba's. Menaka responded to his kiss, wrapping her arms tightly around him. Maitri.
 
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That is all for the day friends.

See you soon with another fantastic episode. Until then read JAY BHARAT from Maitri.

[maitripatel]

Thank you Maitri.

I'm surely assured by your reply now that the story is going to go ahead in a happy ending way.

Yes i know it was a very bad idea to suggest something here on the forum. Anyways now I'm convinced that the story is going to go ahead.

I do not want you to reveal anything about the story otherwise it will kill the charm of the story. Thank you once again Maitri.

Thanks val


Stay tuned..................

[maitripatel]

Let us move little forward..............................

[maitripatel]

"...Oooh... Uuucchh...!" Malika lay flat on her back on the bed; a cushion was propped beneath her buttocks, and just moments ago, Jabbar had straddled her legs and thrust his Lund (cock) deep into her Gaand (asshole).

 
"...Aiyya... Ahh... What’s the point... of becoming that Sardar’s servant? ...Ah... Iiyya... Yyie!"
 
"Who’s becoming a servant, my love?" As he continued to pound her Gaand (ass), he slid two fingers into her Choot (pussy) and began working them in and out. "I only suggested that to get him exactly where I want him—to get him 'bottled up,' so to speak. But in just a few days, ‘I’ will be the master, and that Sardar will be left standing there, holding his limp dick in his hand." With his free hand, he kneaded one of her nipples roughly.
 
"....Ha.... Annn... Hit me harder... Rip my Gaand (ass) wide open, you ba...stard...! Ahh... It feels so go...ood... Yeah... Yeah... Ahh...!" Jabbar’s thrusts grew more intense; Malika’s lewd words were driving him wild, and he leaned down over her body to kiss and suck on her breasts.
 
"I had a feeling all along, you ba...stard... that you were a born scoundrel. You’re definitely going to screw that Sardar over, too... Aiyya... Ahh... Let me go, you animal!" Created for you by Maitri.
 
Jabbar had sunk his teeth into her nipple, and Malika grabbed his hair, wrenching his head away from her chest.
 
"You saali (bitch)! You Randee (whore)! How many times have I told you not to say a word about my birth or my mother? Take this!" He pinched her clitoris sharply.
 
"Oooh... Uuucch...!" In retaliation, she sank her own teeth into Jabbar’s wrist, and the two of them began to slake their lust like wild beasts. Menaka lay completely naked on her bed, while the stranger licked her smooth Choot (pussy) between her spread legs, his hands simultaneously squeezing her tits.
 
"...Ah... aah..." It had been over a month since Menaka's body had experienced such pleasure. She clamped his head tightly between her heavy thighs and used her hands to press his face even harder against her Choot (pussy). Her moans and the wet sounds of the stranger's tongue lapping away shattered the silence of the room.
 
Menaka's body could no longer withstand the ministrations of the stranger's tongue, and she climaxed. The man licked up every drop of fluid flowing from her Choot (pussy). Now it was her turn; he rose, took his cock in his hand, and knelt on the bed—placing his knees on either side of Menaka's chest—so that his cock hung directly before her eyes. She propped another pillow under her head, took his pubic-hair-ringed cock into her mouth, and began to suck it, inhaling the sweaty scent of his member deep into her lungs. Written by Maitri.
 
Her hands gently stroked his hairy balls. The man closed his eyes, grasped her head with his hands, and began to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. He continued to enjoy her oral ministrations for a while, but the moment he felt the surging flood of cum boiling within his balls, he pulled his cock out. Menaka looked at him with an expression that clearly conveyed her displeasure at this interruption.

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[maitripatel]

He positioned himself between her legs, pressed his cock against her Choot (pussy), and thrust inside. "Ah... hah... ha! Oh, yes!" Menaka's eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy as she lay back, moaning softly, and surrendered herself to the pleasure of his thrusts. Remaining on his knees, he continued to fuck her—at times kneading her breasts, at others caressing her beautiful face, or stroking her thighs. Written by Maitri.

 
Then, grasping Menaka's right thigh, he shifted it over her left thigh in such a way that her upper body remained upright, while her lower half appeared to be turned sideways; as his cock fucked her Choot (pussy), it was now also bumping against her ample ass. He would pull his cock completely out, only to thrust it back in again, all the way to the hilt.
 
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Menka had already climaxed twice by now, and the cock was thrusting in and out of her soaking-wet pussy with a wet, squelching sound. The stranger bent down to kiss her lips and began fondling her breasts. Menka's arousal doubled. He pulled away from her lips, rose, and—without withdrawing his cock—turned her body around, shifting her into the doggy-style position. He then leaned over her in such a way that his stomach and chest pressed flush against Menka's back and lower waist.
 
Now Menka was on her knees, her face buried in a pillow, while the stranger clung to her from behind—fondling her luscious breasts and running his tongue over her cheeks and ears—as he continued to fuck her. He fucked her like this for a while; then, he lifted one hand away from her breasts and began rubbing her clitoris. Driven wild by this dual assault on her pussy, Menka began to moan and thrust her hips, eventually climaxing once again. The moment she climaxed, the man, too—delivering a series of powerful thrusts—released his load deep inside her pussy.
 
Immediately after climaxing, Menka collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent. He, too, slumped down onto her back, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he struggled to catch his breath.
 
For the next two hours or so, the two of them continued to play with each other's bodies in various ways. Who, exactly, is this stranger with whom Menka is fucking so uninhibitedly? Wait—what’s this? Menka has gotten out of bed and is heading somewhere. Let’s see where she’s going!
 
She’s heading straight into Raja Sahib’s study... and—what on earth?—she’s opening the safe! She has retrieved all the documents pertaining to the illegal properties and has now returned to her own room, where the stranger is in the process of getting dressed. "Here you go..."
 
"Are they all there?" Written and brought to you by Maitri.
 
"Yes." What is Menaka up to? Is there yet another face hidden behind this one? Is she truly as innocent as she seems, or is she playing a very elaborate game? Ugh! My head is spinning! But don't worry, friends; by the end of the story, this mystery, too, will be unraveled.
 
Taking the papers in hand, he gathered the naked Menaka into his arms and began whispering something to her in a very low voice—words to which Menaka listened with rapt attention. Following this, the two continued to caress and kiss each other for about five minutes. Then, the stranger departed just as mysteriously as he had arrived.
 
"Seshadri Uncle, I need to meet Jabbar Singh."
 
"What are you saying, Rani Sahiba?"
 
"Yes, Uncle, I simply *must* meet him."
 
"But why?"
 
"I will explain that to you later. First, please arrange for me to meet him."
 
"Very well; as you wish." Thanks to FunLover.
 
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That's all for the day friends.

See you soon with another fantastic episode.

Until then JAY BHARAT. from Maitri.