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Incredible! What is going on these days? First the King drops dead out of nowhere, and now his daughter-in-law..........too........!!!!!!

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"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."

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"Okay, then I shall take my leave. I will introduce you to him tomorrow at this very time." Jabbar got into his car and drove away.

 
"Please forgive me, Uncle; I behaved very rudely toward you."
 
Mr. Seshadri was now even more astonished! "But... I did all of that merely to fool Jabbar." "Uncle, this man won't let us strike a deal with Mr. Sapru, and he doesn't understand the language of decency. So, we decided to answer him in his own language. Mr. Sapru himself will purchase our stake, and we will finalize this deal within the next four days. I have also asked him to keep this matter strictly to himself."
 
As they sat in the car, heading back to the office, she continued, "Regarding this deal, only our German partners, Mr. Sapru and his son, and the two of us are in the know. The deal itself will be concluded within the next four or five days, but the official announcement will be made the day after Dussehra."
 
"But what will you do about this Jabbar?"
 
"We will keep him distracted with negotiations until then. Once our deal is finalized, Mr. Sapru has assured us that he will handle him."
 
"I have to hand it to you, Rani Sahiba—your strategic thinking is truly impressive."
 
"Thank you, Uncle."

Jabbar arranged a meeting between Menaka and Sodhi, during which Menaka agreed to sell him her share. Jabbar’s joy knew no bounds. He was now impatiently awaiting the day when the mill's papers would finally land in his hands.

 
Meanwhile, Menaka quietly signed a deal with Mr. Sapru. According to this agreement, a formal announcement was to be made the day after Dussehra, following which Mr. Sapru would become the owner of the mills. Menaka also made the necessary amendments to her will.
 
And finally, the day of Dussehra arrived—the day Jabbar’s dream was set to come true. He had been sitting with a bottle open since early morning; now, as the clock struck 4 PM, he was completely intoxicated.
 
"Mr. Sodhi, had it not been for you, I would never have lived to see this day. Thank you, Sir!"
 
"Oh, Jabbar *bhai*, what is there to thank me for? You helped us, and we helped you. That’s all."
 
"No, Sir. You have bestowed a great kindness upon me today. It is only today that my mother's soul will finally find peace."
 
"I'm sorry, I don't understand."
 
"Mr. Sodhi, you once shared your story with me—how Raja changed the entire course of your life. Today, let me tell you my story."
 
"I must have been about 13 or 14 years old at the time. I lived in the city with my mother; my father was no longer in the picture. To my mother, I was her entire world; she was constantly consumed by worry for me. However, there was one thing that occasionally troubled me. As I grew older, I noticed a peculiar pattern: every Saturday, precisely at 5 PM, Mother would leave for somewhere and wouldn't return until 2 or 3 PM the following afternoon. Whenever I asked her about it, she would brush it off, claiming she went to the temple in a nearby village—and that it took her so long because the crowds there were immense." "...Mother used to leave me with the family of one of her friends, but for the past few months, I had been staying home alone; I was growing up now, and I no longer felt comfortable staying at someone else's house. That Saturday, too, Mother left as evening fell. I was just sitting idly at home when a friend of mine dropped by and asked me to go to the market with him. Since Mother wouldn't be back until the next day anyway, I decided to go along with him."


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"...I wandered around the market for quite a while when suddenly, I spotted Mother opening the rear door of a luxurious car and getting inside. I started making my way toward it. I was astonished—Mother, in such a magnificent car! I was still approaching the vehicle when I saw a man open the door on the other side, get in, and the moment he sat down, he pulled Mother into his arms. I couldn't see anything further, as the car's tinted windows rolled up, and the vehicle drove away."

 
"You cannot even imagine, Mr. Sodhi, what I went through in that moment! The kinds of thoughts that raced through my mind... I remained in this state of turmoil for the entire week, until Saturday came around once again. I resolved that this time, I would definitely get to the bottom of this matter." Written by Maitri.
 
"...This time, when Mother left, I followed her. My trail led me to a grand bungalow situated in the most upscale neighborhood of the city. Mother had gotten into a car and driven inside, while guards stood posted at the gate. I hid in a corner nearby, sitting there as I tried to figure out a way to get inside. I checked my watch and saw that it was nine o'clock. I walked around the perimeter of the bungalow and found a spot where it looked possible to scale the wall." "...So, Sodhi Sahib, I somehow managed to gain entry into that mansion and began cautiously peeking into every room. When I heard the sound of laughter coming from one particular room, I rushed over there immediately. The door was shut, but then my attention was drawn to the room's balcony; I somehow managed to make my way onto it. There was a small transom window there; I climbed onto a nearby chair and began to peek through it."
 
"Inside, our late King Yashveer's father stood completely naked on the bed, resting on his knees. In one hand, he held a phone receiver, through which he was speaking to someone, while in the other, he held my mother's head—which was moving up and down against his Lund (cock). I was struck dumb with shock; I completely lost my senses. Upon seeing my mother in such a state, I should have felt ashamed and turned away, but my mind had gone completely numb."
 
"...Just then, he hung up the receiver; grasping my mother's head with both hands, he began thrusting his hips, fucking her mouth." Presented by Maitri.
 
"'What matter was so urgent that it made you lose focus even on me?' Mother asked him."
 
"'It was something regarding the Prince's studies.'"
 
"'You have a Prince right here in the city as well, Your Highness,' Mother said, stroking his Lund (cock)."
 
"'Who?' King Sahib asked."
 
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"My son Jabbar is your own flesh and blood, after all; doesn't that make him a prince, too?" The mother cupped his Lund (cock) in both hands and rubbed it against her cheek.
 
The King slapped the mother so hard that she tumbled off the bed; blood trickled from the corner of her lips.
 
"Listen closely: you are my concubine, and your son is a concubine's bastard. Never—not even in your wildest dreams—dare to equate him with *my* prince! Do you understand?" Having said this, he climbed off the bed, flipped my mother onto her stomach, grabbed her by the waist, and rammed his Lund (cock) deep into her ass. Written for you by Maitri.
 
"...From that day on, I vowed to bring about the utter destruction of the royal lineage."
 
"That is a truly tragic tale, Mr. Jabbar. At least the King received his just punishment. The entire dynasty seems to have been swallowed up by the jaws of death, one after another."
 
"Wrong, Mr. Sodhi. King Yashveer merely died a natural death. It was his two sons whom I personally dispatched to the great beyond."
 
"What?"
 
"Yes. I tampered with the brakes on his eldest son, Yudhveer's, car. I had to jump through hoops to finally find an opportunity to sabotage the vehicle. Everyone assumed it was a mere accident, and my mission was accomplished. As for the second son, Vishwajeet—well, I hooked him on drugs so heavily that it was beyond belief. The King actually managed to pry him out of my clutches once, but I didn't let him go. I didn't rest until I had finished him off."
 
Jabbar's tongue, loosened by the alcohol, put Malika on high alert. "Darling, that's enough for now. We have to go to the palace to sign the deal, remember? In this state, you won't even be able to stand up straight." She gently pried the glass from his grip. Maitri's Creativity.
 
"Okay, my love. Today, I’m going to give you a grand tour of the palace. You are my queen, and now you shall become the Queen of the Palace itself. Go on—go dress yourself in a saree, just like a true queen. Go!"
 
"But... what exactly am I supposed to do once I get there?" "No 'buts'—you are going, too. You are a queen. Go put on a saree and come back—okay?"
 
Sodhi signaled to Malika to do as she said. They had to reach the palace to meet Menaka in just a short while.
 
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Today was the day of Dussehra, and a massive fair was being held in a nearby village, where the effigy of Ravana was to be burned. The entire town of Rajpura was heading there. Menaka, too, had sent every single servant from the palace to the fair—she hadn't even left a single guard stationed at the gate. When they inquired about her plans, she told them she would arrive later, accompanying Mr. Seshadri’s family.

 
The entire village was streaming toward the fair, and shortly thereafter, a profound silence descended upon Rajpura—and upon the palace as well. Menaka did not want anyone to witness Jabbar’s arrival at the palace.
 
"Rani Sahiba, I will reach the palace in an hour."
 
"Very well, Seshadri Uncle. I shall go to the Dussehra fair along with you," Menaka said, and hung up the phone. Just then, the sound of a car pulling up outside was heard.
 
Menaka stepped out and saw Jabbar, Malika, and Sodhi alighting from the vehicle. Written by Maitri.
 
"Greetings, Rani Sahiba! We have arrived to lighten your burden. Come, let us sign the papers," Jabbar slurred, completely intoxicated.
The three of them followed Menaka inside, entered the hall, and took their seats. A strange, peculiar odor hung in the air within the hall. Malika, grimacing in disgust, turned to Menaka and asked, "Can't you smell something foul?"
 
"Not at all."
 
"Here are the papers; sign them, and within the next three days, the entire sum will be deposited into your bank accounts," Jabbar said, pushing a stack of documents toward Menaka.
 
Menaka picked up the papers, grabbed a lighter from a nearby table, and set the documents ablaze.
 
"What is this absurdity!" Jabbar screamed.
 
"You despicable wretch! How could you even entertain the notion that we—that *I*—would sell our family legacy to *you*? To the very man who destroyed our entire lineage!" Menaka exclaimed, hurling the burning documents onto the sofa, causing it to instantly burst into roaring flames. As the fire began to spread rapidly through the hall, Malika realized that the scent she had detected earlier was that of petrol. She was seized with panic. What, ultimately, did this Queen want?
 
"We need to get out of here, Jabbar! This woman has lost her mind. She’ll kill herself, and she’ll take us down with her." Grabbing Jabbar’s hand, she gestured for him to make a dash for the exit. This episode written by FunLove.
 
"None of you are going anywhere! You will stay right here, burn in these flames, and pay the price for your sins!" Menaka roared.
 
"You bitch!" Jabbar lunged forward and grabbed Menaka, but just then, a sharp, stinging blow landed squarely on his jaw. He thought it was Sodhi who had struck him—but where was Sodhi? This... this was someone else entirely. Sodhi had cast aside his turban; as Jabbar looked closer, his eyes widened in sheer astonishment. It was the King—Yashveer Singh! All this time, this man had been coming to him in disguise, conversing with him, and he—Jabbar—had failed to recognize his greatest enemy!
 
Someone once said it right: when ruin looms, one’s intellect fails.
 
"Jabbar, you put both of our innocent sons to their eternal rest. What crime had *they* committed? You should have punished *us* for the mistakes of our father. You should have attacked us face-to-face, like a man—but no. You are nothing but a cowardly rat, and today, you shall die a rat's death."
 
The fire had now engulfed the entire hall. Malika was just about to slip away unnoticed and flee when the King seized her. "You, too, played a part in Vishwa's murder. Your other paramour—Kallan—told us everything. Come along!" The King bound her with a rope and slammed her down onto the floor. Malika continued to beg for her life, but the King and Menaka seemed to have gone deaf to her pleas. Presented by Maitri.
 
Moments later, Malika’s screams were drowned out by the rising flames. Raja Sahib brutally beat Jabbar with a burning log, and in the end, used that very log to sear his face, putting him to a gruesome death.
 
"Menaka, come, let's get out of here. We must leave before Seshadri arrives. Take my hand." He grasped Menaka's hand, and just as they began to exit the burning hall, a large section of the fire-ravaged wall came crashing down right in front of them. "Yash!" Menaka screamed; then, such a thick cloud of smoke billowed up that nothing could be seen.
 
Where did the two of them—the father-in-law and daughter-in-law—go?
 
Did they manage to escape that inferno, or not?
Did they, too, perish in the flames? Maitri's creativity.
 
Fire raged everywhere they looked. Upon witnessing this horrific scene, Seshadri nearly fainted. Somehow, he managed to pull his mobile phone from his pocket and began dialing the security officer and fire brigade.

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The story is going on more than what i had expected you really have the skill and techniques to write it wonderfully..... Maybe i should learn a few tricks from you....
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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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"Tell me, how did you come up with all of this?"

 
"I'll tell you." Rajasahab sat down beside her on the bed, gathered her into his arms, and gazed deep into her eyes.
 
"Do you remember that day—the one when we went into the city to meet our lawyer shortly after returning from your parents' home?" He slipped one hand beneath her dress and began caressing her thighs. Menaka, too, grew aroused; teasing him in return, she slid her hand inside his T-shirt and began stroking his back.
 
"Yes."
 
"As soon as our meeting with the lawyer concluded, we received a call from our friend, Dushyant. Dushyant runs a detective agency, and at my behest, he had been investigating Vishwa's death. He had managed to track down the man whom both he and I suspected of being Vishwa's killer." Menaka's dress had ridden up to her waist, and Rajasahab's hand had now slipped inside her panties to cup and knead her buttocks.
 
Menaka lifted her leg and dbangd it over his; in response, Rajasahab slid his own leg between hers, pulling her tightly against himself—all while squeezing her buttocks—until his member was rubbing directly against her pussy. Menaka pulled off his shirt and, completely overcome with passion, began kissing and caressing his hairy chest.
 
"Then what happened?" Maitri's creativity.
 
"Somehow, we managed to take that man into our custody in such a way that Dushyant didn't even find out." Rajasahab withdrew his hand from her panties, unzipped her dress, slid his hand inside to caress her back, and proceeded to recount how he had captured Kallan and forced him to confess everything.
 
After so many days, meeting her lover with such uninhibited intimacy, Menaka was now completely consumed by desire. She removed her father-in-law's trousers, then stood up and peeled her own dress and panties off her body. She climbed onto the bed, gently pushed Rajasahab back until he was lying flat, and then leaned down over his cock. Written by Maitripatel.
 
"Aah... ohh!" Rajasahab's eyes closed in ecstasy as he began to savor the sensation of his daughter-in-law's tongue.
 
"I simply didn't know what to do. My heart urged me to kill Kallan, Jabbar, and Malika on the spot. But doing so would have meant punishment for us, and I would have been separated from you." Rajasahab stroked the hair of his daughter-in-law as she continued to suck his cock.
 
"Caught in this dilemma, I was driving back to Rajpura with Kallan held captive, when he attempted to flee the vehicle. That led to an accident; the car plunged into a ravine with both of us inside." Menaka, who was working on his cock and balls with full vigor, listened intently to his story.
 
"By God's grace, we escaped with only minor scbangs—no serious injuries—but Kallan was dead. That was when a plan struck me. I dressed Kallan in my clothes, placed him in the car, and set it ablaze, ensuring that his face was completely incinerated. I even placed my bracelet on him so that you would identify the body as mine." Menaka released his cock and looked up at him with tear-filled eyes; Rajasahab pulled her onto his chest, gathered her into his arms, and showered her face with kisses.
 
"Forgive me. I caused you so much pain back then, didn't I?"
 
"It's alright. Everything is fine now." He wiped her tears away with his lips, and Menaka smiled. Created and presented by Maitri.
 
"But how do we get to those bastards?" Pressing her heavy breasts against his chest, she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him. "I went into hiding for a few days at one of our properties; I grew out my beard and mustache and adopted the guise of a Sardar. Then, I began keeping a close watch on Jabbar's every move, and one day, seizing the right opportunity, I arranged a meeting with him."
Raja Sahib gathered her into his arms, rolled over to mount her, and began toying with her voluptuous, firm breasts. Between squeezing, kneading, kissing, licking, and suckling her breasts, he recounted to her how he had hired thugs to stage an attack on Jabbar and Malika, thereby winning their trust, and how Jabbar had subsequently taken him to Rajpura to purchase the mills.
 
He climbed down and began to lick her pussy. "After that, as you well know, I entered the palace through a secret passage to meet you. We devised a plan to consolidate all our illicit assets and funds, settle here in the Bahamas, and have you stipulate in your will that—upon your death—everything be donated to charity; this way, the promise I had once made to you would also be fulfilled."
 
"Mmmm..." Menaka could manage nothing more than this soft moan as she pressed his head firmly against her pussy and arched her hips.
 
"Menka, my love! My sole objective was to spend the remainder of my life in your arms. That is why I used you to deceive Jabbar—leading him to believe you would sell the mills to him—even though you had already struck a deal with Mr. Sapru. By setting fire to our palace and sending both Malika and him to their eternal slumber, I not only exacted my revenge, but the discovery of Malika's charred corpse also led everyone to believe that *you* were the one who had perished." By now, Menka had already climaxed three times. It wasn't just her lover's physical ministrations that were driving her wild; his words—which revealed the depth of his affection for her and the immense risks he had undertaken solely to live a peaceful life by her side—were equally intoxicating. You are enjoying Maitri's creativity. Supported by FunLover.
 
She reached out, gently lifted Raja Sahib's head away from her pussy, and—pulling him toward her—motioned for him to climb on top of her. Raja Saheb immediately climbed on top of her, and she spread her legs wide. "We have purchased a considerable amount of property here with those funds, my love. To the world, Raja Yashveer and Menaka are dead; but today, under the names of Anita and Vijay, we embark upon a new life together in this beautiful place."
And with that, he thrust his cock deep into her wet pussy. Menaka, too, wrapped her legs and arms tightly around his body, and the two began to immerse themselves in an ocean of love.
 
And so, friends, in this manner, the father-in-law and daughter-in-law began living their lives together as husband and wife. Who can halt the wheels of time?

As time passed, Menaka gave birth to four children—two sons and two daughters—and they are all now leading a happy, peaceful, and joyful life.

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Thank you all very much for reading this story from beginning to end. Some of you even took the time to leave comments expressing your appreciation.
 
And now, allow me—the author “Maitri” of this story—to take my leave until I begin the next one.
 
I will be starting a new story very soon.
 
Let's meet again in a new and entertaining story. Until then, thank you very much for being with me via this story
 
—bye-bye!
 
 
JAY BHARAT.

The End

[maitripatel]

You dont need to thank me Maitri.

Its your efforts and hardwork that has bought flying colors to this story with a happy and good ending.....
For this efforts and skilled writing you have become DEAR to me.... I know you hate that word being used by someone else apart from your family. But that word is for utmost gratitude and gratefulness you have shown towards my request to change the ending.
Thank you once again for the proper ending of this story.
I haven't read the finale yet.... But will read it in during my night shift at work.
Thank you once again Maitri

Thanks

[maitripatel]

Jab Vishvajit ka Lund sirf sadhe 4 " hai to Menaka ki Aag kaise bujhegi aaaur bachha bhi kaise hoga....aaaur jab sasur Ko iska pata chalega to vansh ko age badhane ke liye sasur Ko hi Menaka ki Aag bhi bujhani hogi aaaaur vansh bhi sasur ka Hi hoga......iska matlab sasur aaaaur bahu Mehka ke jalwe honge.......ek baat to saach hai ki budhho Ko sexperienes hote hai... . aaaaur wo purani khai Pi hote hai to unko pata hai ki kaise laundiyo Ko fasaya..... aaaur choda jata hai.....fir ye bahu Mehka ko chodne me Koi pareshani bhi nahi hogi......

Thank you for the visit here on this story.

Yes you might be right in some certain ways. But this is story and does not relate any of the realistic. Otherwise science says size never matters at all.

Your imaginations are perfect please continue reading and express your views further aboth the story.

Thank you again friend

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

[maitripatel]

Menaka

Wow very good

Nice thank you friend

[maitripatel]

Update please

Thank you friend.

This story has Ended now, so there is no further episode left in this story.

If you have read this story completely, you can try mt new stories. The link given below.


https://xossipy.com/thread-73563.html

https://xossipy.com/thread-73275.html


Thank you Dost.

See you there.

[maitripatel]

Offfooo..... yeh toh khujli ho rahi hai....... hehehehehe

This story has already come to an end, Val. 

It would be better if you read my ongoing stories and share some of your thoughts on them. Rather than wasting your time here.


I would really appreciate that.

Thanks, friend.

 

[maitripatel]

Very well Maitri.....
I just cant get enuf of this story..... it is one of my favorites..... i just want to read it again and again..... plus you have given it a superb happy ending..... So please let me read it.... i will surely read other stories from you too......

Thank you once again Maitri

I can understand the taste of this story.

Please carry on......Whenever you find enough time just visit my other ongoing ones.