The game of father-in-law and daughter-in-law, Part 14

The game of father-in-law and daughter-in-law, Part 14

Definitions
Lund= Lund (cock), penis,dick
Choot= Choot (pussy),
Bhos= Big cunt.
Gaand= An ass.

From previous part………………….

Outside the hotel, Manish sat in Rajasahab's car, showing him the contents of his kit. "And this, Sir, is chloroform—the tool we use to incapacitate our target and take them into custody."

"Do you guys actually have legal authorization to use all this?" Written by Maitri.

"No, Sir—but to catch people like him, we have to resort to such methods," Manish said with a smile.

"Look there, Sir—both of them are coming out now. I'll head over to my bike," Manish said, opening the door and quickly rushing off toward his motorcycle; his kit, however, had been left behind in the car.

Kallan and Malika got back into their car and drove off, with Rajasahab and Manish following close behind. Their car was now speeding along the road leading out of the city. While driving, Rajasahab called Menaka; evening had fallen, and he knew she would likely be waiting for him. He had no idea how long it would take to apprehend this man. "Hello? It's Yashveer speaking. I won't be coming home tonight."

"What kind of behavior is this? Here I am, waiting for you and you just... honestly! What on earth is this urgent business with the lawyer?"

"Oh, come on—something ‘did’ come up. Don't be upset; I'll be back with you by tomorrow morning. Alright? Okay, bye!"

Even while speaking on the phone, he never took his eyes off the car ahead. As he took a left turn, he suddenly found himself stuck amidst a religious procession. Malika's car, however, had managed to pass through just before the procession spilled onto the road. Rajasahab nimbly swerved his car into a side alley, though Manish wasn't quite as quick. A short while later, having navigated through the maze of alleys, Rajasahab emerged back onto the main road. Accelerating rapidly, he began scanning the area in search of the other car. After about three or four minutes, they spotted the car and began tailing it.

Manish somehow managed to maneuver his bike out of the traffic jam, but the moment he tried to pick up speed, the bike sputtered and stalled. "Shit! Madarchod (Motherfucker)—what the hell happened to it now?" He hopped off instantly to check the bike, but it still wouldn't start. He immediately dialed Rajasahab. "Sir, first I got stuck in a jam, and now my bike has broken down. Where have you reached?"

Rajasahab’s mind worked swiftly; today, Jabbar’s man was going to die at his hands, and he certainly didn't want any witnesses to the event.
"Manish, it looks like he’s slipped through our fingers. We lost him because of that procession. Don't worry about it; just get your bike fixed and head back. We’re heading back ourselves, too—though no amount of praise would be enough for you, son. You did a phenomenal job, but perhaps luck was on his side, which is why he didn't fall into our hands today."

"Thanks, Sir, but I wouldn't have felt truly at ease until he was actually captured."

"No matter. Alright, let's hang up now. We're driving."

"Okay, Sir."

Malika’s car had now left the city limits and entered a sparsely populated area. There were only a few scattered houses there—some of which were still under construction. None of the houses looked like places where a full family actually resided. The road the car was traveling on was flanked by an empty field on one side, while the other side featured just two houses, separated by a distance of about half a kilometer. Malika’s car finally came to a halt at the very end of the road, right in front of the second house; this was Kallen’s hideout. Presented by Maitri.

Rajasahab pulled his own car off the road and parked it about a kilometer back. He grabbed his kit, stepped out of the vehicle, skirted around behind the first house, and then sprinted toward the rear of Kallen’s residence. The car had come to a halt, and Kallan, having stepped out, walked around to the driver's side to speak with Malika, who was seated behind the wheel. Rajasahab approached the side of the house, took up a position nearby, and began to observe them covertly.

"I haven't had nearly enough of you today; why are you leaving? Stay back—let's have fun all night long."

"Another time. It's just a matter of a month or two. I really have to go right now." He leaned in to kiss Malika, then slipped a hand beneath her top and gave her tits a squeeze. "Alright, I'm off."

"You're so cruel." She pressed against Kallan's Lund (cock) right through his trousers, then started the car, turned it around, and drove away. As soon as she was gone, Kallan turned around, walked up to the door of his house, and began fumbling with the lock.

"Excuse me, Sir." Hearing the voice, he spun around—only to have a strong hand clamp a cloth over his nose. He began to struggle, trying to push the man away, but it felt as though all the strength had drained from his body; nevertheless, summoning every ounce of his remaining power, he managed to shove the man back.

Kallan’s heart pounded with terror; the man looked exactly like Rajasahab—and he possessed the same formidable strength. Reeling from the shove, Rajasahab stumbled and fell. Kallan grabbed a brick lying nearby and hurled it at him, but Rajasahab dodged the attack and delivered a swift kick to Kallan's legs. As Kallan crashed to the ground, flat on his back, Rajasahab climbed atop his chest and pressed a chloroform-soaked napkin firmly against his nose. Kallan was now completely unconscious.

Rajasahab stood up and glanced around—the coast was clear. He retrieved a pair of handcuffs from a kit strapped to his waist; rolling Kallan onto his stomach, he pulled the man's arms behind his back and cuffed them securely. Then, he jogged over to fetch his car, loaded Kallan into the vehicle, and drove away from the scene.

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It was midnight, and Menaka lay in her bed, sleep miles away from her eyes. She was tormented by thoughts of Raja Sahib. She turned over, closed her eyes, and tried to sleep, but she was instantly reminded of the intense fucking she had experienced just the previous night at her parents' home—specifically, how her father-in-law had thoroughly ravished her right under her mother's nose. As memories of their sexual encounter flooded back, her Choot (Choot (pussy)) began to throb with desire, and she slipped a finger inside. Rubbing her thighs together, she began to thrust her finger in and out of her Choot (Choot (pussy)). Even the light nightie she was wearing now felt heavy and stifling against her skin. She rose, stripped it off, and then—clutching a large pillow tightly against her chest—she began to rub her clitoris with her finger, seeking to quell the burning fire raging within her body. She was desperately required some good shots of her FIL’s Lund. Brought to you by Maitri.

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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."

"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.

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.

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. Written by Maitri.

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 police 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.

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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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.

"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. Edited by FunLove.

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.

"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.

Before long, mellowed by the alcohol, the two men began to converse freely and openly.

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"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."

"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.

"...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."

"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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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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