The game of father-in-law and daughter-in-law, Part 17 FINAL

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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 police and fire brigade arrived on the scene, a large section of the palace had already been reduced to ashes. Inside, the police 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. Maitri's creation.

Following their investigation, when the police discovered that the fire had been deliberately set using petrol, their suspicions—that this was Jabbar’s handiwork—were firmly substantiated. The police 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. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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. Written by Maitri.

"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.

"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?" Edited by FunLover.

"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 draped 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?"

"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.

"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 scrapes—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.

"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.

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.

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 and editor FunLover—to take our leave until I begin the next one.

Thanks for support.

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!

The End