The game of father-in-law and daughter-in-law, Part 16

Continued from the previous installment...

Definitions

Lund= Lund (cock), penis,dick

Choot= Choot (pussy),

Bhos= Big cunt.

Gaand= An ass.

Part – 16
Continued from the previous installment...

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."

"...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."

"'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.

"...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.

"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?" Presented by Maitri.

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.

"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.

"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.

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?

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 police.
Find out in the next episode... Until then, Maitri bids you farewell. And she eagerly awaits your thoughts and feedback regarding this episode and the story so far.

To be continued...

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