Dynasty

The King is Dead

Korben Hunter

© Sultry Publications 2024

Disclaimer

All characters, situations, events, places, activities and artefacts in this story are fictional. Arjun is a fictional character, his ad agency is fictional, his world is fictional, the industry he works in is a figment of imagination, the people he interacts with are fictional. This is a story written purely for entertainment and all the elements in this are fictional, created for the purpose of making the story interesting and enjoyable. Any similarity to any person, living or dead, shall be considered a coincidence for which the author and the publisher shall not be responsible.

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Adult Content Warning

Please be advised that this is a very adult story, what would be called X-rated in the US content rating system and XXX by the internet rating. There are a lot of sexual situations and graphic descriptions of sexual acts between men and women contained in this story.

This story includes a lot of sexual language including many hard core terms. This is a story written for entertainment and the situations as well as the actions performed by the characters are not real nor is it advised to follow their example in real life. The story includes many examples of polygamy, polyandry, cheating, cuckolding, pseudo-incest (sex with in-laws) and some elements of BDSM. This is a story from fantasy and is not meant to be followed in real life.

Readers are advised to exercise discretion while reading the story and not get immersed in it to the point that it blurs the boundaries between real and fantasy. This is meant to be fun, read it purely for enjoyment. The description of any acts in this story is not an indication that they are endorsed by the author or the publisher.

It is not the intent of the author and publisher to insult, defame, damage, degrade or demoralise any group, sect, religion, gender or industry. This a story based on fantasy written for enjoyment.

Photos

I have been doing an experiment recently. This book contains some photos as reference for the dresses that I have described. The photos are created by AI, so they are not an accurate depiction of the dress I am describing but they are close. When reading the story, use the photos as a reference but pay attention to the description of the dress as the accurate design of the dress.

As you would have noticed, I use the dresses not just for adornment of the character’s body but also as a point for flirting, make-out etc. All those actions will be based on the description that I provide for the dress or outfit.

Most of all, I would be interested to get your feedback on the photos, if they helped in getting an idea of the design of the dresses, did they add to your enjoyment of the story or was it the other way around?

Based on your feedback I will decide if I want to spend time creating these photos for the future books or not.

In this book, I was not able to create some dresses with AI because the dresses were too sexy and AI cannot deal with that. I hope the description suffices in those cases.

Thank you.

Introduction

The origin of this story was a bit weird. I like this genre of pseudo-incest which should be evident from the number of books I have written in the Man of Power series. Given the popularity of that series, it’s obvious that my readers also like that genre. I have been thinking for quite a while to publish a book that will contain two-three short stories (longish short stories) on one genre like office sex, pseudo-incest etc.

In this, pseudo-incest was going to be my first target. I had an idea of a short story where Madhuri is a recent widow who gets into an intimate relationship with her son-in-law. I noted the idea and parked it for developing on a later date.

But then I had a mishap in which I lost a large amount of data. Some of that data was the last written 20-25 pages of MOP11 which I was writing at that time. Another loss was the Ex-gf book 2 (Inviting Trouble) in which I lost the last few pages I had written. While I was trying to recover that data I could not write in those stories. Then I was not able to recover that data and that made me quite upset. I can write quite fast but re-writing something is very tedious and boring for me.

During the time I was trying to recover the data and later when I was not in the mood to re-write MOP11 after the data loss, I started developing this story which was like a therapy for me. I thought I could write a short story in about fifty pages and then park it until I had the other two stories to make it a book.

You already know my weakness - I cannot write in brief. In this case, however, I think this was justified. The main lead in this is a woman who has just lost her husband of many years. You can’t show such a woman to just jump into bed with another man right away. If that other man happens to be her own son-in-law it becomes an even trickier situation.

I needed to write this story in a way that I could show emotional justification for her actions and that takes scenes and pages. In addition to that the story needed more characters. No human being exists in a vacuum so Madhuri also needed other people around her. There needed to be some events which take place in the time before the inevitable forbidden relationship can develop.

All of this makes the story longer and longer. It grew to the point that not only it did not need other stories to make it a book, it had enough plot to actually go beyond one book. Yes, a short story that has the potential to be a series. I can hear you groan. I already have too many series in play as it is. But I have told you how it happened.

So here is the book that was once a short story idea. This will only get a second part if the readers want it. This story has a very different feel to it than other series, so I do hope that you will enjoy it. I did enjoy writing it even when I was cringing at seeing its growing size.

As always, I will wait for your feedback.

Chapter 1 - Eye of the Storm

Madhuri thanked Arjun with a cursory nod as he held the car door open for her. She slid into the back seat beside her daughter Kiara without a word. Arjun sat in the front seat beside the driver. As the car progressed as part of the procession, Madhuri stared at the back of Arjun’s head and wondered if she had been wrong about him. Yes, she had been wrong about him, she admitted to herself and time had proven it.

Three years ago when Madhuri and her husband Sanjay had found out that their daughter Kiara wanted to marry Arjun Saxena, their reaction had not been favourable. Arjun was not only eleven years older than Kiara, he was not in their cast, in their social set and was just starting a small business. They had readily assumed that his intention was to marry Kiara to gain access to Sanjay Advani’s great wealth and immediately forbidden Kiara to marry him even without meeting him.

At that time, Madhuri, an ex-Miss India who had made a career for herself in Bollywood, had had similar aspirations for her daughter. While all her children were good-looking, Kiara was an exceptional beauty and she was getting modelling work already. Madhuri had sent her for an acting course in Pune where she had met Arjun. She had fallen in love with him and like a good daughter she had asked her parents’ permission to marry him.

Both Madhuri and Sanjay had expressed their disapproval and told their daughter not to marry him at any cost. Young love being what it was, Kiara had gone ahead and married Arjun in a simple civil ceremony. She had sent photos to her parents which Sanjay had ripped to shreds in a fit of rage. Both Madhuri and Sanjay had broken all ties with their daughter. Madhuri had been more than disappointed that Kiara had destroyed a promising career in show business for marriage.

In the last three years, Kiara had tried to patch things up with her parents several times. One time when she called home, Sanjay told her that she could come home if she left Arjun and promised to marry a boy of their choice from their social set. Kiara had not called again after that.

Sanjay Advani was one of the richest man in Bombay with the history of the wealth going back many generations. He had worked hard at the various businesses he owned just like his father had done before him. Just like his father, the work had rewarded Sanjay with a bad temperament, high blood pressure and an ulcer. The ulcer had claimed his life two days ago.

Madhuri had known about the ulcer and the recent complications it had caused but she had still not been prepared for the shock of losing her husband like that. She did not know what to do. She tried calling her sons, one was in Dubai, one was in Canada, both married and having their own lives. They promised to come out on the first flight possible but also warned her that it might not be three or four days before they would get there. Her daughter Amisha was married to a millionaire of her parents’ choosing and was always away on a cruise somewhere in the world. Her other daughter Rakul was busy with her social work or art or something and told her she could not tear herself away just yet, maybe for a week.

As a last resort, Madhuri had called Kiara. Three and a half hours later, Kiara was walking into the front door of the mansion, exactly the time it takes to drive from Pune to Bombay. Arjun was with her and it looked like he had driven non-stop for those hundred and fifty kilometres.

Since then Arjun had taken charge of everything, he had made all the arrangements and with Kiara’s help, informed everybody who needed to be informed. Today the funeral had taken place and while Madhuri had been distraught in her own grief Arjun had made sure that everything went smoothly. Madhuri had noticed that he had not spoken at the funeral but pushed Kiara forward to do so. Madhuri suspected that the words had come from Arjun. Her daughter Kiara was beautiful but she was not an orator. But Arjun had stayed in the background.

That seemed to be his style in the whole affair. He had been doing stuff but not coming forward to show. He didn’t seem to speak much. In fact, Madhuri could not remember if Arjun had spoken even ten words in total to her in the last two days.

Madhuri could not blame him for being angry. She had not treated him right. She was realising that now. She was still lost in these thoughts when a clamour of voices broke her reverie. She came back to the present to see a horde of reports and cameramen jostling each other to get to her car door. They were blocking the path of the car and the driver could not enter the gate of the mansion.

“Don’t stop!” Arjun’s voice cracked like a whip as the driver started to slow down.

“But, Sir…” The driver looked at him then looked at the reporters practically ready to jump at the car bonnet.

“Drive!” Arjun didn’t raise his voice but the steel in the tone of his voice was unmistakable.

The driver could not withstand the force of his dominating personality. He leaned on the horn and carried on driving. The throng of reporters parted in the middle. The car entered the mansion driveway. Madhuri couldn’t blame the reporters. In this town any celebrity news sold like hot cakes. She was an ex-beauty queen, ex-actress who still looked great on camera and she had just lost a billionaire husband. The public would eat this up.

But Madhuri was not up to it. She was in love with the camera at one time, but now, in this condition, to make public her grief, she was dreading it. But the reporters were running after the car. Soon, the door would be snatched open and she would have to…

The door opened but it was Arjun in front of her. He took her hand, pulled her out and within seconds, a servant was opening the front door for her and Kiara to walk through. The reporters were on their heels but they were not fast enough. As soon as they entered, Arjun closed the door and stayed outside to face the newshounds.

Madhuri was dazed but infinitely grateful for the rescue. She looked out through the window and saw Arjun talking to the reporters. She sighed. Neither of her sons could have handled this situation this well. She let Kiara lead her away to the living room.

A few minutes later, Madhuri was on the sofa in the living room talking to Kiara when Arjun entered. He placed something on the coffee table and walked back out without a word. Madhuri looked at it. It was the case for the dark sunglasses she was wearing. She looked at the retreating back of Arjun. She sighed. She could not bring the time back.

Chapter 2 - The Struggle Within

Madhuri was standing in the living room with no idea of where she wanted to go and not even aware that she was standing there aimlessly. Suddenly the name Advani came on the TV and she became aware that the TV was on. The newscaster cut to a report from the field and Arjun’s face appeared on the screen, talking to reporters earlier in the afternoon.

He was a handsome man and looked good on screen, Madhuri admitted to herself before realising what she was thinking. Arjun on the screen answered the reporters’ questions with tact and class. Yes, the family was in mourning, yes, Madhuri Dixit was prostrated with grief. Today’s funeral had hit her hard and she was being cared for by the Advanis’ family physician while she coped with this inevitable but sudden emotional shock.

Madhuri found herself nodding as she listened to Arjun’s responses. He had handled a difficult situation with class and diplomacy, giving all the right answers, satisfying the reporters and at the same time sparing Madhuri an ordeal she did not find herself up for.

“Kiara, the man is a bum, he has no class, no money, no connections, he doesn’t even know who his parents were. How can I let you marry a man like that?” Madhuri was feeling ashamed of her words said three years ago but there was nothing she could do about it.

The doorbell rang. Madhuri went to open the door just to get away from the TV and the evidence of her past fallacy.

“Good evening, ma’am, I didn’t want to come to talk about work on a day like this but this is very urgent and I could not let the company suffer just because we are all traumatised by this tragedy of epic proportions.” Prem Chopra walked in as soon as Madhuri opened the door. He was a middle-aged man a few years older than Madhuri and the managing director of the Advani group of companies. Her husband used to depend on him a lot though he did not always trust him. Madhuri was a little intimidated by him as he was very experienced and knew more about the business than anyone else. The thought had occurred to her that she would now have to deal with him. Her husband had enough knowledge to manage Prem but Madhuri was worried that she would be a hopeless case against a man as smoothly powerful as Prem Chopra.

“Hello, Madhu aunty.” Priyanka Chopra, Prem Chopra’s young, beautiful daughter entered behind him.

Priyanka, better known to her friends as PC, was a very glamorous girl. A few years ago she had competed in Miss India contest and finished on second position. She was not as beautiful as Madhuri’s own daughters but she made up for it in glamour by wearing clothes that were always skin tight and cut in a way that they showed maximum amount of skin.

Right now also she was wearing a white micromini dress that was extremely tight around her butt. It had a halter neck with a daringly deep cleavage. It had no back at all and just barely covered her tight ass crack. Priyanka had beautiful, big boobs and she was not in habit of wearing bra or panties. When she had competed in Miss India, she had come to Madhuri for advice and Madhuri herself had taught her that wearing panties or anything to cover your holes was bad practice in any beauty contest.

It was not like Priyanka used to wear any restrictive clothes before but with Madhuri’s advice her dressing style had become much more slutty and daring. Priyanka herself had been a famous slut in their circle even before she applied for Miss India. After Miss India, she had become sluttier. She was working on building her show business career right now and Madhuri had heard that she not only never hesitated to spread her legs for any producer or director, she fucked around a lot outside of the casting couches as well.

When Madhuri led the father-daughter duo to the living room, she found Kiara and Arjun there, talking in low voices. As soon as Arjun saw Madhuri, he turned and headed for the door. Madhuri reached out and grabbed his wrist, arresting his progress mid-step. He stopped and looked at her. She looked at him with a silent appeal in her eyes. Arjun stopped and turned to the others.

“Yes, Prem ji, what is it?” Madhuri said.

“Madam, we are going to have our company audit, it’s very urgent or I would not have bothered you.” Prem showed her the file he had brought with him.

“That’s ok.” Madhuri looked at Arjun.

“Which audit is it?” Arjun asked.

Arjun reached for the file but Prem pulled it back.

“You wouldn’t understand.” Prem said dismissively and kept his gaze on Madhuri.

“This is Arjun,” Madhuri said “he is Kiara’s husband. He has a business of his own. I am sure he can understand it better than I can.”

She took the file from Prem and handed it to Arjun.

“They are…they are ISO9001 and ISO9002 audits,” Prem Chopra said to save face “I didn’t know he was a businessman.”

“Code 9001 and 9002 were deprecated seven years ago,” Arjun flipped a couple of pages of the file “they are now called ISO30001.”

“Yes, yes, of course, old habits, we just call them that, it’s easy.” Prem said smoothly.

“They can’t do the audit without a notice,” Arjun said “the audit inspector needs to give at least two months notice, usually they give a six months notice. How did this become urgent now?”

“I don’t know what happened but, there are so many things, so much going on.” Prem said “It’s just…there are several policy decisions that need to be made, Madhu madam, if you can take a look.” Prem tried to take the file from Arjun, he pulled it back.

“When is the inspection?” Arjun asked.

“Soon, very soon, otherwise I would not bother madam at such a time.” Prem said.

“How soon?” Arjun said.

“Very soon.” Prem said.

“Ok, come back in two days,” Arjun said “I will have the answers for your policy questions.”

“This is very urgent stuff,” Prem looked at Madhuri appealingly “or I would not have come. We need to make those decisions, I can help with them.”

“When is the inspection?” Arjun asked.

“Very soon.” Prem said.

“Do you have a date?” Arjun pushed.

“I am not sure, I don’t know.” Prem said sullenly.

“Well, if the date for the inspection is not fixed, then this is not urgent.” Arjun said “The inspector would give you two months notice.”

“The date is in the file,” Prem’s expression was like he had bit into a lemon while thinking it an apple “there is a memo from my secretary.”

“It says next Monday.” Arjun said looking in the file “You have eight days, come back on Tuesday, I will give you the answers.”

“There are other things that need my attention, I can’t just come running like an errand boy..” Prem started.

“And yet, you are here, so this must be important.” Arjun said.

“I have other things, more important things taking my attention.” Prem said.

“Ok,” Arjun closed the file “what do you have that’s more important than this audit?”

“Erm…I..erm…I don’t remember offhand. There is a pile of files a foot high on my desk.” Prem said.

“If they were important, you would know them,” Arjun said “You said they are taking your attention, if you were paying attention, you would remember them.”

“Madam?” Prem appealed to Madhuri.

“Come back on Tuesday evening, Prem ji.” Madhuri said simply.

Arjun stepped back and let Prem suck up to Madhuri. He gave the file to Kiara and signalled her to take it to his bedroom.

Priyanka followed Arjun.

“Nobody has ever done that to my dad,” she chuckled “you are something else.”

Arjun stopped and faced her “You are his daughter? I am surprised.”

“Everybody says that.” Priyanka giggled “I was actually in Miss India, got to the finals.”

“You should have reached the crown.” Arjun said “You are hot.”

“Thanks.” Priyanka moved forward until Arjun was standing with his back to the wall. She stepped closer until he put his arm around her in self-defence. His hand rested on her bare lower back and Priyanka made sure to let him know from her body language that his hand could move up and down freely, she would not mind either.

“I am married, you know.” Arjun told her but his eyes did stray to the full, heavy tits pushed up in her tight dress.

“Yes, you are Kiara’s husband, I know, silly.” Priyanka stayed close in his intimate zone “where does it say that married men cannot have fun?”

“Married men can have a limited amount of fun.” Arjun pressed his hand slightly as experiment and liked how Priyanka moved easily with his hand, pressing her soft, warm body on his body.

“You set your limits, honey,” Priyanka cupped his cheek “I don’t have any.”

“Oh, really?” Arjun could not help that his cock was getting hard in his pants and Priyanka was rubbing her warm, bare thigh on it slowly, expertly.

“I told you I was in Miss India, baby,” Priyanka looked deep in his eyes “we have to learn to be total whores in that contest.”

“Even to get into the finals?” Arjun let his fingers graze lightly along her bare spine and watched her reaction.

“Mmmmm, even to pass the first round.” Priyanka said “You got to be a whore to get anywhere.”

“You mean parading around in front of the judges in tiny swimsuits?” Arjun continued rubbing her smooth back and loved the feel of her young, supple skin under his calloused fingers.

“Are you really this innocent?” Priyanka giggled “The judges see us fully naked much before that. Each judge has been inside us at least once by the time we get to round two.”

“By inside you, you mean, you fuck each judge?” Arjun’s cock was getting very hard, both from the discussion and her soft, warm thigh rubbing on his shaft.

“The judges all fuck us, the presenter fucks us, the hotel manager nails us,” Priyanka continued to flirt with him shamelessly “even the guy who takes us on a tour of the city, wo bhi leta hai hamari, roz tour ke baad.”

[He fucks us everyday after the tour.]

“Why are you telling me this?” Arjun said.

“You told me you were married,” Priyanka smiled “I am telling you it won’t matter. If you want to have fun with me, I am here and I am available.”

“I have never had a girl make such an offer so boldly.”

Priyanka bit her lower lip “You have never met a girl so bold as me before.”

“Oh, is that so?” Arjun let his hand caress her smooth back.

Priyanka leaned in and whispered in his ear “I am not wearing panties, I never do..”

“So?” Arjun kept his hand on her back.

“There’s nothing between you and my holes,” Priyanka stayed close enough to let her breath play on his neck “you can enter when you want, any time.”

“You do say the most interesting things.” Arjun said.

“While you say that,” Priyanka said “I am noticing your hand is not moving any lower than my waist.”

“This is not the time,” Arjun said “your father is right there.”

“Don’t worry about him.” Priyanka looked at Arjun “Are you interested?”

“Maybe.” Arjun said, taking his hand off her back.

“Damn, you are hot and you are strong,” Priyanka said “on top of that, you are so damn confident I want to…I want to…”

Arjun looked at her “Yeah, what do you want to?”

Before Priyanka could answer that, Madhuri called her.

Madhuri had been watching Priyanka from the corner of her eye even while she was talking to Prem. She knew Priyanka inside out. She could see her flirting with Arjun. Although she could not hear what she was saying, Madhuri had a good idea of the kind of things Priyanka would be saying to Arjun.

Good girls don’t go into beauty contests, Madhuri knew that. In order to win any levels in the contest, a girl has to go in with open legs and accept that she is fuckmeat for the judges and sponsors. Madhuri had done it, Priyanka had done it. Priyanka had not won the crown but got to the final round. That had given her a complex. She knew she was hot and she was always trying to prove that she was desirable. That led her to fuck as many men as she possibly could, and they could be any one, colleagues, possible colleagues, friends, boyfriends of female friends, anyone who wanted to get inside Priyanka Chopra could do it easily just by asking.

Madhuri knew that complex very well. She had had the same thing when she had finished second in the Miss World contest. It was during that complex that she had agreed to marry Sanjay Advani. Priyanka had gone the other route, she had become a total and compulsive slut. Watching her flirt shamelessly with Arjun was making Madhuri’s blood heat up. She wanted to grab Priyanka by the hair and jerk her off of her son-in-law. She continued to watch Priyanka flirt with Arjun and tried to see how Arjun was reacting. He seemed to be handling her well but he was not immune to her charm.

Not able to take it any more, Madhuri called Priyanka and called her over. Arjun left the room without looking at Madhuri.

Chapter 3 - Kiara Needs Comfort

Kiara stood at the foot of the bed and removed her nightie. She was a breathtakingly beautiful girl with a body that was a work of art. Standing there fully naked, she looked like the sight that could corrupt a saint. But her husband was in bed, reading the file that Prem Chopra had left.

“Baby?” Kiara said.

“Yes, darling?” Arjun looked up “Wow!”

“Please, fuck me.” Kiara said in a soft, needy voice.

“Kiara, we are here to -“

“I know why we are here,” Kiara walked around the bed and came to him “I know we had my father’s funeral today. I want to forget all about that. I want to forget the pain that’s crushing my soul. I want to feel normal for a moment.”

Arjun took her hand and pulled her up on the bed. She straddled his legs, opening her legs wide. Arjun put the file on a side table and looked at her “Are you sure?”

Kiara put her hands on his shoulders and leaned in close “You are my strength, you are my life, I want you in me, deep inside me, so I can remember that I am a part of you. Baby, take me now and teach me where I belong.”

She started taking off his shirt and Arjun rubbed her back up and down “You know I am here for you, doll, always.”

Kiara pulled down his pajama bottoms and his shorts. She was pleased to see that he was hard. She rubbed his thick, long cock with her warm fingers and looked at him “You wanted me, too?”

“I always want you.” Arjun took her shoulders and laid her down on the bed. He pinned her down, getting on top of her and holding her young, naked body under him.

Kiara reached down, wrapped her fingers around his massive meat pole and guided it to her pussy “Daal do, baby, don’t make me wait tonight. Please, I need you in me.”

[Put it in me.]

Arjun slid his cock smoothly into her pussy and Kiara gasped “Ah, yes, baby.”

Keeping his movements slow, Arjun started fucking her in and out, grinding his cock in her vagina. Kiara moaned and squirmed under him as he fucked her slowly but smoothly, her pussy juices providing lubrication for his penetration.

Suddenly Kiara lifted her hand and slapped his face “What are you trying to do, break my spirit?” She flared “Fuck me like you do! Break me with your cock, use me as your whore. Fuck me properly.”

Arjun pushed his left hand into her hair and jerked her head up. He kept her pinned down as he stuffed his cock deeper into her vagina with a hard, forceful thrust.

“Oh, mumma!” Kiara screamed as his brutally deep thrust hurt deep inside her. She squirmed under him as he started drilling her hard with long, powerful strokes. Arjun kept her pinned down and moved his hips to penetrate her deeper with each thrust. Kiara gasped with every inch that he stuffed deeper into her vagina. He had a long, thick cock and she knew he was going to invade fully deep into her body.

His cock was massive and with Kiara’s tight, fit body, it hurt every time he fucked her. Even with three years of married life, he had not stopped fucking her regularly and she had not stopped asking for his cock everyday. There were other reasons also for this strong mutual attraction but it did help that Kiara was a stunningly beautiful girl who kept her body in great shape with careful diet and regular workout. The things that her mother had taught her when she was grooming Kiara for a career in show business, Kiara had not given them up even when she had given up the plan to join show business.

She put her arms around his body and squeezed tight until she could feel his chest grinding on her tits. Her hardened nipples dug into his chest and his cock flexed in her vagina. He gripped her shoulders and jammed his cock even deeper into her cunt.

“Ah, mumma!” Kiara screamed as her pussy exploded so hard that her body trembled hard enough to shake the bed. She sunk her teeth into her husband’s shoulder and came all over his cock while he pounded her ruthlessly like she was a street whore, not a respectable married woman.

He nibbled her ear and whispered in her ear “Who is my whore, Kiara?”

“Ah, I am your whore, baby.” Kiara screamed as his words made her pussy throb even harder “I am your whore, Arjun!”

In the next room, Madhuri squirmed in her bed. She could not hear all their conversation but she could clearly hear every gasp, every moan and every scream from Kiara. She could hear the creaking of the bed and its movement on the floor as Arjun fucked her daughter ruthlessly hard. Kiara was constantly moaning and screaming Arjun’s name.

In the next fifteen minutes, Kiara came five times. Each time Madhuri could clearly hear the difference in her screams as she orgasmed. Madhuri should have been embarrassed to hear such sounds from her daughter’s bedroom but she was helpless, her own career in beauty contests and show business had conditioned her to such things in a very different way from normal shy Indian women.

When Madhuri had joined the Miss India contest she was already aware of what was expected of her. Even in the regional contests she had been fucked by the judges and by the time she became Miss Maharashtra, she had learnt that the contestants might be all beautiful girls, for the judges they were just fucktoys and any girl who did not accept her place as a fucktoy was soon out of the contest.

In Miss India, Madhuri was expected to spread her legs for the contest judges and sponsors. Madhuri had shown complete cooperation with such demands. She had fucked not just the contest judges and sponsors but actively seduced the top reporters and presenters in the contest. The result was a massive public opinion in Madhuri’s favour. She had won the contest easily.

After winning the contest, Madhuri had spent a week each with two of the top judges who were Bollywood directors. Each of them had used her like a whore the whole week and Madhuri had made sure that they had no complaints from their whore.

Even before Madhuri had gone to join the Miss World contest she had two films ready to be released and three more in production. The same thing had happened at Miss World except at a much larger scale. Madhuri was fucked by the judges, sponsors, presenters, reporters and some men who were powerful but had no official capacity in the contest. There were some fans of hers who were rich men and had a great social standing. Madhuri had gone out with them as arm candy in public and served them as their whore in private.

The final result when she ended up as a runner-up rather than the crowned Miss World had come as a shock to Madhuri. She had been quite assured of her victory. She had come back to Bombay and while she was celebrated for having won second place in Miss World, she herself was not satisfied. For the new two years, this complex had led her to go on a sexual rampage. She had fucked actors, producers, directors, casting agents, music directors, any man who interested her or who could do something for her career.

She got films, and ad films, she got invited to parties, she won awards. Being a whore in Bollywood and being a smart whore was always a guarantee of success. Madhuri got it. But she still could not get rid of that complex that she was second best. She met Sanjay Advani in a film party where she was planning to fuck the producer who had given the party. She and Sanjay had gotten along very well and she had ended up fucking him in the producer’s bedroom.

Their romance progressed as a whirlwind speed, they fucked in many different places and it seemed that Madhuri was blowing Sanjay’s mind with her attitude and skill in sex. She told him all about her past as a Bollywood whore much of which he had guessed. She loved it when he called her a whore during sex, the more he degraded her the harder she came. Then he proposed to her.

Sanjay was much older than Madhuri. He had had two divorces already. He was from a rich family and had the proud attitude to go with it. Madhuri loved it. She accepted his offer. For about a year, their sex life continued as it was before marriage. Then somehow the inevitable happened. Sanjay got bored and their sex life began to show signs of that boredom. Now that she was his wife, Sanjay was not so willing to fuck her in various different, adventurous scenarios.

Madhuri needed sex, not just for its physical pleasure but the validation that she got from it. Her husband owned a lot of businesses, one of which was an advertising agency. Madhuri started to take an interest in that, to keep herself busy but also to associate with good-looking young men.

During that work she came in contact with a young athlete who was endorsing a brand in their ad films. Madhuri was a stunning beauty and though she was the boss, the athlete fell for her hard. He found her willing and the they had a hot, intense affair for almost a year. Madhuri got the kind of hard, rough fucking that she craved and he got to sink his dick in a legendary Miss India who was a classy beauty and an expert in the kind of sex that could blow the mind of any young man. They fucked often and in a variety of locations.

Unfortunately for Madhuri, Sanjay found out about the affair and it came to a sudden stop. Perversely, having discovered that she was being a whore behind his back excited Sanjay about her and once again their sex life picked up. Sanjay had been unwilling to call her a whore when she became his wife but finding her cheating on him, he felt justified in calling her a whore and fucking her ruthlessly the way Madhuri loved.

The newfound passion only worked for about a year then it fizzled out. But in that time, Madhuri got pregnant with her eldest daughter and the whole dynamic of their relationship changed. Now as she lay in bed listening to her daughter Kiara’s screams, Madhuri could not help but remember with regret that it had been decades since a man had made her scream like that.

Madhuri loved sex and everything about sex. She had accepted this about her long ago. A normal mother might have closed her ears hearing her daughter being fucked by her husband in the next room, but Madhuri knew that her body had a mind of its own. Rather than turning away from the mental images, she was imagining how big Arjun’s dick must be if he was able to make Kiara scream like that. He was fucking her hard and Madhuri knew that most men could not make a girl cum like that. Even without reaching between her legs, Madhuri knew that she was wet.

From the next room, the sounds of sex slowed down and Madhuri took a sigh of relief. She had not had a dick in her in years and it was sheer torture to be an audio witness to the great sex her daughter was having. She knew Kiara liked hard sex as well. She had taught her a lot of things herself. When Madhuri was getting Kiara ready for the beauty contest, she had taught her the basic concepts about the need to be a good whore for the judges. To her surprise, Kiara had proven to be a good student and unlike her other two daughters, she had shown that she loved being a slut and being used by powerful, older men turned her on.

It had made it even more surprising that she had decided to marry a guy who was not rich or powerful. Tonight, Madhuri was getting a good idea of why Kiara might have fallen under Arjun’s spell. Her own husband was not well-endowed but when he worked at it he could make Madhuri happy. It seemed that Arjun didn’t need to work that hard to make a woman scream his name.

Madhuri decided to take a bathroom break then try to sleep again. She was just getting out of bed when she heard Kiara’s scream.

“Hay, mar gayee!”

Madhuri knew what that scream was. Her knees weakened and she sat down on the bed.

In the next room, Arjun kissed Kiara’s neck and pushed her left knee up higher “I told you it will hurt.”

“Hurt me, na, baby!” Kiara whimpered “Meri gaand mein apna lund daal ke tod do mujhe. Break me, baby. Rula do mujhe.”

[Jam your cock up my ass and break me. Make me cry.]

Arjun’s cockhead was stuffed in her tight ass. He ground his hips and Kiara whimpered again. She was lying face down on the bed, with her left knee pushed up to spread open her ass cheeks. Arjun was stuffing his cock deeper into her ass and with every thick, massive inch that penetrated Kiara, she screamed and moaned in pain. But the more he was hurting her, the hotter her pussy was getting. She was screaming his name and begging him to break her.

“Mmmm, daal do, baby, aur andar daal do,” She whimpered “zor se gaand maaro na, baby. Chodo apni kutiya ko zor se. Ah, yes, Arjun! Yes, baby, fuck me like a whore. Your whore is hungry, my love, so hungry. Ah, god, yes, ah, oh, mumma!”

[Put it in me, baby, go deeper in me. Fuck me hard hard, baby. Fuck your bitch hard.]

With his hard, massive cock jammed deep inside her ass, Kiara’s orgasm was even more intense and powerful. She clutched the pillow under her head with both hands and tried to survive that storm between her legs. Her body rocked on the bed as Arjun drilled her hot, tight ass with long, brutally deep strokes.

“Oh, Arjun!” Kiara screamed as his cock invaded into her anal canal. Her pussy spiked so hard that she felt the pain in her thighs.

“You are my whore.” Arjun whispered in her ear “You are my possession.”

“Mmmmmm, yes, yes, baby!” Kiara was not aware of how loudly she was screaming “I am your whore, I am your possession, only yours, I am yours, Arjun, only yours, baby, forever and ever.”

Even after orgasm subsided, Kiara was still extremely hot. She reached back and stroked his head “Fuck me like your bitch, baby. Meri gaand todo jaise har baar todte ho.”

[Destroy my ass the way you do every time.]

She kissed his cheek and looked back into his eyes “Arjun, main to tumhara maal hoon, hoon na?”

[I am your property, aren’t I?]

“Tum sirf mera maal ho,” Arjun pressed his lips on her soft cheek “aur meri hi property rahogi, hamesha.”

[You are only my property. And you will always be my property.]

“Mmmm, god, baby!” Kiara moaned “You don’t know how much I love you, how much I love you to crush me like a whore. Baby, poora andar daal do. Hurt me, na. Pound your whore, baby. Show me what a worthless whore I am.”

[Jam it fully in me.]

Arjun’s cock was drilling in and out of her anal canal and Kiara was so turned on that she was not aware of anything else around her. She was in her own private reality with him and only she and him existed in the whole universe. Surrendering to his cock while he used and abused her young, delicate body was like a powerful drug for Kiara. She was addicted to it and could never get enough. Having his cock in her enabled her to deal with any situation, any stress that she was facing.

His cock fucked through her anal canal and Kiara’s hips jerked as her next orgasm started to build up deep in her pussy. She clutched the bedsheet with one hand and the pillow with the other hand while Arjun jammed his cock deep into her ass, using hard, forceful strokes to penetrate her ass so deep that each stroke was taking her breath away.

“Oh, mumma!” Kiara screamed again as her pussy erupted like a dam that has been smashed by the sheer force of the water behind it.

Madhuri heard her scream in her room and she could not keep her pussy from clenching hard. She had enough experience of sex to know from the sounds that Arjun was fucking Kiara’s ass and she could tell that he was fucking her painfully deep. It was natural for Madhuri to imagine how a thick cock going so painfully deep in her own ass felt and her pussy clenched even harder. She knew she was thinking about her son-in-law but she had no control over her imagination.

She could hear from Kiara’s screams how deep and hard Arjun was fucking her ass and the way Kiara was begging him to break her apart, using dirty, explicit words, was evidence that she was insanely hot under him. Madhuri felt thankful that her daughter had found a man who could keep her happy and she was glad that Kiara had not let her parents talk her out of marrying him. Madhuri was able to see how wrong she was about him, but she was still thankful that it had not ruined her daughter’s life.

“Oh, fuck, god!” Arjun grunted loudly and Kiara screamed with him as she came hard at the same moment that he exploded in her ass and started to pump his hot cum into her bowels.

Madhuri could get all of it from their noises like she was there in the room with them. She got out of bed to get away from the sounds. Her pussy was throbbing uncontrollably hard and she could not believe how wet she was. But stepping away from the walls did not help. She could still hear Kiara moaning as she took Arjun’s cum in her bowels while she tried to cope with her own orgasm.

Her breath was hot, her heart was beating fast and Madhuri knew that not just her pussy but her whole body was turned on. She walked away from the wall that adjoined Kiara’s room. She opened the curtains on her French doors and stepped on the balcony to get some fresh air. She had not realised that she could see into the next room from there and was shocked that she could clearly see her daughter and son-in-law.

Kiara was on her knees on the bed sucking Arjun’s cock as he lay on the bed. Madhuri felt like an electric shock had gone through her body. She had never done that for a man, not after he had been in her ass. She knew that Kiara hadn’t done it either. But the passion with which Kiara was now sucking his cock, was proof that she loved it. She had his cock already hard and Madhuri was astonished to see how big Arjun’s cock was. Her own husband had an average dick and even that she had enjoyed a lot, but looking at Arjun’s massive monster she could understand why Kiara was screaming like that.

Arjun tapped the bed. Kiara got up and lay down on her belly next to him. Arjun got on top of her and placed his cock on her ass hole. He pushed in hard and Madhuri saw Kiara’s body jerk forward in pain as he entered her tight ass with a brutal thrust. Kiara’s tears were glistening on her cheeks in the artificial light.

Madhuri realised that her pussy was leaking on her thighs and she quickly turned away from the balcony. She went back into her room and closed the balcony doors. Watching Arjun penetrate Kiara’s ass had sent a powerful jolt of electric shock in Madhuri’s body. She was trying to wipe that image from her mind but her mind was replaying that again and again. She could still hear Kiara scream as Arjun was jamming his massive cock deeper into her ass with forceful thrusts.

The screams stopped abruptly. Madhuri went back to her bed and tried to listen. There seemed to be some sounds but no screams. She took a deep breath and got in her own bed. Suddenly she realised that the screams had stopped because Arjun had jammed his cock in Kiara’s ass and kept it there. Madhuri felt a bolt of lightning shoot through her body as she realised that Arjun was making Kiara sleep with his cock jammed up her ass.

Her tits were hard, her nipples were aching, and her pussy was dripping. Madhuri could not help a moan escape her lips. She turned in her bed and pulled the cover over her head. She tried to sleep.

It was several hours before she was able to drift off to sleep.

Chapter 4 - Caring for Madhuri

The next morning found Madhuri even more despondent than last night. She was not only missing her husband, she was feeling alone in the world. The events of last night were fresh in her mind and while she was happy for her daughter that she had a great love life and fantastic sex life, she was also more acutely aware of her own life. It was true that she had not had her husband in her in a few years, but still he was company, she could not be alone while she was his wife. She knew that he was fucking his personal secretary in the office but Madhuri had never confronted him about it. She knew that his business trips with her were for the purposes of fucking her freely for several days. His secretary was a young, tall, beautiful girl who enjoyed the favours of her older boss. Madhuri had met her in office functions and she suspected that she was the kind of girl who would have a boyfriend or two on the side while she was spreading her legs for her boss as well.

Somehow, it didn’t seem worthwhile for Madhuri to kick up a fuss about any of it. She herself had not gone back to work and not tried to find a boyfriend as that also seemed fruitless given the kind of men she met in their high society circles. They left Madhuri cold with their narcissistic ways and entitled mindset.

As she brushed her teeth she looked at herself in the mirror. In the bathroom she was always fully naked as she was still proud of her body and loved to look at herself. She was a mature woman, almost fifty, but she was gorgeous. Her body was fit because of her careful eating and regular workouts. She had no extra mass, no double chin, no wrinkles. Her face had the same charm she had when she was in her twenties, some people would argue that she was more charming now than when she was young.

Her breasts were not as tight as before but they were shapely, full and heavy. They sagged under their own weight but it was a sexy, mouth-watering look. She often wore tight blouses and deep-neck dresses. She never wore a bra with them and her cleavage was always hot enough to make men drool. She looked at her legs, they were nice, long and shapely with no ugly fat build-up around her thighs and glutes. She turned to look at her ass in the mirror. Her buttocks were still tight and firm, thanks to the time she put in regularly in their home gym. They were perfectly rounded.

Madhuri had some backless dresses that were so deep that they showed a few inches of her ass crack. When she was young she used to wear such dresses to clubs without panties. Later she had worn them in the early days of her marriage to shock her high society friends who were jealous that they did not have a butt like hers. Later, she had stopped wearing them as Sanjay didn’t like it any more, but she had never thrown away those dresses. In the last few years, she had worn them a few times in the privacy of her bedroom, to admire herself. She could still fit in them and she looked stunning.

Suddenly like a flash, the image of Arjun jamming his thick cock up into Kiara’s ass came into her mind unprompted and Madhuri felt the pain like he had stuffed that meatpole in her ass. The toothbrush almost fell from her fingers. She quickly turned to face the mirror and closed her eyes, leaning forward on the basin as her legs felt like they could not take her weight.

Madhuri came back to bed and sat down with the covers over her lap. She didn’t feel like going down to face the servants or even her daughter. She knew she could not face Arjun after what she had heard and seen last night. The feeling of being utterly helpless and lonely in the whole world pushed her heart down and she sat staring at the wall.

There was a knock at her door. Madhuri looked up.

“Who is it?” She said.

“Room service.” The door opened and Arjun entered carrying a bed tray.

“I don’t want breakfast.” Madhuri said. Her heart was beating fast but she kept her voice firm “I am not hungry.”

“Beautiful women look even more beautiful when they lie.” Arjun calmly walked up to her bed, put the tray across her legs and sat down next to her.

“Arjun!” She glared at him.

“While that is a great look, I am not afraid of it,” Arjun said “I wasn’t then and I am not now.”

“I don’t want breakfast.” Madhuri tried again.

“You may not want it but you need it,” Arjun spread a napkin across her lap “this is oatmeal, with honey, just the way you like it.”

“I am not hungry.” Madhuri said in a sulky voice.

“You are still going to eat it.” Arjun said “While it is a good thing to mourn our loss, it’s not a good thing to torture ourselves. He would not want you to starve yourself and be unhappy either.”

“What do you know about what he would want?” Madhuri said “You didn’t know him. You never even met him except that once.”

“I don’t need to know him,” Arjun met her gaze boldly “but I do have a wife that I love more than life itself. When I die, I would want her to grieve for me but I would not want her to suffer. If I saw her starving herself or being so despondent, it would break my heart. That’s how I know what he would want.”

Madhuri did not have an answer for that.

Arjun dipped the spoon in oatmeal and brought it Madhuri’s lips. She shook her head.

“You are taking too many liberties, Arjun,” she warned “I will slap you if you don’t stop.”

Arjun put the spoon down in the bowl. He turned his face and offered her his cheek “Go ahead.”

Madhuri raised her hand, then lowered it. She lowered her chin on her chest.

“You are my Mother-in-law, like it or not,” Arjun looked at her “you have a right to slap me whenever you feel that I need it. Just like that, I have a right to invade your room and force you to eat whenever I feel like that you need feeding. You can slap me, you can kick me, but you can’t keep me from caring for you.”

Madhuri tried to blink back her tears but they leaked out and flowed down her cheeks. She looked at him through tear-filled eyes “Why are you doing this? I was never anything but a bitch to you.”

“Shut up! You can’t talk about my Mother-in-law like that.” Arjun said. He wiped her tears with his fingers.

Ever since her husband died and a long time before that, this was the first time someone had wiped Madhuri’s tears. His love and caring made Madhuri’s tears flow even more. He stroked her head while she sobbed. Then he took out his handkerchief and wiped her cheeks, her neck and her chest. Madhuri let him.

He dipped the spoon in oatmeal again and brought it to her lips “This thing will drip in a second and the stains of honey don’t come out of silk.”

Madhuri opened her mouth. He fed her, spoonful by spoonful. After a couple of spoonfuls, she reached up to take the spoon from him. He pushed her hand away and kept feeding her by his own hand. Madhuri could not even remember when was the last time someone had fed her so lovingly with his own hand. Her husband had never done it. Her tears started flowing again. Arjun let her cry and kept feeding her slowly with his hand.

When the oatmeal was finished, he wiped Madhuri’s mouth with the napkin, then wiped her cheeks with his own hankie.

“I want to slap you again.” Madhuri said.

“Ok.” Arjun turned his face and offered her his cheek.

Madhuri leaned in and kissed him on the cheek “Thank you.”

He smiled “You are welcome.” He picked up the tray and stood up “Come down when you feel like it, or you can have lunch here if you don’t feel like it.”

“Thank you.” Madhuri said.

Arjun turned and walked to the door. He was struggling to open the door with the tray in his hands when Madhuri said “Arjun, I was so wrong…”

“Shut up.” Arjun said without looking back “I don’t want to hear it.”

He got the door open by shifting the tray to his left forearm and left. Madhuri stared at the closing door. He had not even let her apologise, but she knew she had been wrong about him, so very wrong.

Chapter 5 - Arjun Takes Charge

After food and tender loving care, Madhuri found it hard to stay in bed. She got out of bed and puttered around the room aimlessly, just tidying things up and straightening things out without any purpose. She and her husband still shared a bedroom even though they didn’t have any physical relations, just for the sake of appearances. As she looked around the room, Madhuri felt a sadness that she had not thought about before. Even without having him as a love or sex partner, she had relied on Sanjay as someone to give her life stability. That stability was now gone and she was exposed to the world. Everything in the room reminded her of what she had lost and how alone she was now. She felt like crying again.

Rather than give in to the impulse to cry, Madhuri went to the bathroom and took a long shower. It made her feel a little better. When she came out she found another dilemma in front of her that depressed her. She was a beautiful woman with a great fashion sense. She was used to wearing clothes that accentuated her beauty. Her wardrobe was full of deep-neck, backless cocktail dresses, transparent chiffon sarees, backless blouses and even short mini and micromini dresses. She didn’t go to clubs any more but she liked wearing those dresses to check herself out in the mirror and feel proud that she was a fit, gorgeous mature woman, not some frumpy housewife.

She did not have any white sarees though the convention demanded her to wear only white sarees from now on. It felt like a crushing blow to Madhuri. She had bought only one white saree two days ago which she had worn to the funeral. She took it out and put it on again with a heavy heart. She only had sleeveless, backless blouses so she had no choice there. Although nobody would see them, she put on a pair of white panties. She could not wear a bra in that blouse so she didn’t try.

Her heart was fluttering like a leaf in the wind as she climbed down the stairs and walked into the living room. Kiara came and took her hand.

“Come, mumma.” She pulled her into the room “Are you hungry? Do you want tea? I can make an omelette. Mumma, you need to eat something.”

Madhuri stole a glance at Arjun. He was sitting on the sofa, with a lot of papers strewn about on the coffee table in front of him. Madhuri recognised the file cover for the ISO audit that Prem Chopra had left there. Arjun was lost in the papers and making notes on a pad on his knee.

“I..I am ok, baby.” Madhuri said. She didn’t know if she should tell her about her breakfast as Arjun didn’t seem to have told her. She decided to keep it their secret.

Arjun looked up at her voice. He got up and came to her.

“No, no, this is not happening.” He took Madhuri’s wrist “You are not going to dress like depression on two legs. Not on my watch.”

He dragged her with him. Madhuri let him pull her with him but she said “That’s the convention, Arjun. I am a widow, I have to accept it.”

“You are not a widow,” Arjun said as he dragged her up the stairs with him “you are Madhuri Dixit, you have lost your husband, but you are not a widow.”

He dragged her to her bedroom and Madhuri let him. He placed her in front of her wardrobe and told her “Now, dress like a person, not a trauma case.”

“But I am a widow, Arjun,” Madhuri’s heart was beating fast “I am expected to dress like that.”

“Expectations be damned.” Arjun pulled her pallu down and started unwrapping her saree from her hips, Madhuri didn’t stop him, he said “you may be a widow but that does not define you.”

He took her saree off, opened the wardrobe door and threw it at the bottom of the wardrobe.

“What does define me then?” Madhuri was aware of her breasts heaving in her blouse. The blouse was thin enough to show the outline and shape of her full, heavy breasts. Her petticoat was thin and white, her white panties were visible through it. Somehow she didn’t feel at all shy or embarrassed standing semi-naked in front of him.

“Your beauty, your strength, your love for your family,” Arjun met her gaze firmly “your resolve to make the world a better place.”

“Arjun!” Madhuri gasped.

She put her arms around his neck and threw herself into his arms. He wrapped her in his arms and squeezed her tight. Madhuri cried on his shoulder while he held her in a tight, masculine embrace, her whole body pressing on his body from head to toe. Her breasts were flattened on his chest, her thighs were rubbing on his legs and she could feel his breath hot on her neck. She had not admitted even to herself how badly she didn’t want to dress in that depressing saree but she needed someone else to tell her, and not just tell her but tell her firmly like Arjun was doing just now.

After a couple of minutes of crying on his shoulder, Madhuri pulled back and looked at him “What do you want me to wear?”

He wiped her tears with his hand and smiled softly “Wear what you like, what you want to wear.”

Madhuri shook her head “Tell me what to wear.”

Arjun opened both sliding doors of her wardrobe and flipped through some hangars. He pulled out a blue-green transparent chiffon saree that had blue and pink flowers printed on it. He put it on the bed. Then he reached into the wardrobe again and pulled out a tank blouse that was just barely a tube top with two noodle straps and no back.

Madhuri took the hangar from him and looked at him “Are you sure?”

“You asked me what I want you to wear.” He reminded her.

“I did.” Madhuri nodded “And petticoat?”

“Kiara has these little mini skirt things instead of petticoats…” Arjun said.

Madhuri moved some hangars and showed him the little micromini type garments that could hold the pleats of a saree, removing the need for a petticoat.

“I taught Kiara to wear them.” Madhuri smiled slightly.

Arjun nodded and pulled out the shortest one. He handed the hangar to her.

“This one.”

“Ok, as you say, Arjun.” Madhuri said submissively.

“And nobody will judge you for putting make-up on.” Arjun said “Not that you need it but just to cover those black eyes.”

“Yes, Arjun.” Madhuri accepted his instructions with a bow of her head.

“Can I slap you now for being a bad girl?” Arjun said.

It shocked Madhuri but she was sure she would enjoy his slap also. She nodded and turned her face. She leaned in to offer him her cheek.

Arjun leaned in and kissed her cheek “Be a good girl.”

Madhuri looked at him sharply but he was already halfway to the door.

She removed her petticoat and then her panties. They were soaked. She did not pull out a fresh pair as she started to dress in the outfit that Arjun had picked for her.

Chapter 6 - Madhuri Learns a Secret

Madhuri was trying not to smile as she came out of her bedroom to go down again but she was feeling much better and it was not just the saree that had made her feel so light like the sky after a good rain.

She was passing Arjun and Kiara’s bedroom when she heard their voices from inside and stopped.

“But why?” Kiara asked in a loud voice which Madhuri could hear clearly through the bedroom door which was not fully closed.

“Darling, I need to look after my business also,” Arjun said in a placating tone “I can’t just stay here the whole time.”

“Then I will come with you.” Kiara said.

“Kii, baby, this is your home, not mine. You need to stay.”

“My home is where you are, Arjun.” Kiara said looking up into his eyes. She put her arms around his neck and pulled him close “I am your shadow. I will go where you go.”

“Darling, your mom needs you right now.” Arjun said “She is going through a tough time. Can you not understand that she put away all the history, all the bad blood between us to call you here because she needs you and feels like you are her support system?”

“Arjun, she needs me but she doesn’t need just me, she needs you, too.” Kiara said “And by the way, she needs me but I need you.”

“Look, I didn’t want to tell you this but, your uncle Prem, MD Mr. Prem Chopra, he is playing a smart game.”

“What kind of game?” Kiara said.

“This ISO audit, this is normally a small thing that companies just manage from year to year as a routine,” Arjun said “but Prem is using this as a bargaining chip. He brought it to your mom to see how much she knows about the business and to force her to show her ignorance.”

“Why would he do that?”

“Because he wants to show her that she is helpless and she needs to rely on him to run the business.”

“Arjun, he can run the business, but after dad, mom is going to own it. What can he do?”

“Oh, Kiara, you are so innocent, baby. I love that you see things so simply.” Arjun leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.

“Tell me na, baby, I am worried about mom now.”

“Kii, when father-in-law was alive, he had everything in his grasp, but Madhu has not been involved in the business for a long time so she is out of touch.” Arjun explained “Now, she is without a protective male figure so Prem Chopra plans to take over the company by taking over its owner.”

“What are you saying?” Kiara was horrified “He plans to seduce mom? Prem uncle wouldn’t do that.”

“Baby, you are so sweet and innocent.” Arjun said “Madhu is a beautiful woman, young, gorgeous and out of touch with the business.”

“Young? Baby, she is almost fifty.”

“That doesn’t matter, Kii. She doesn’t look her age and she is stunning.” Arjun said “A world-class beauty like that, any man would drool over her, and this Prem uncle of yours is divorced, isn’t he?”

“Er…yes, yes, he is.”

“So, what’s stopping him from going after Madhu now that father-in-law is not there?”

Listening outside the door, it did not surprise Madhuri. She had always noticed Prem’s attention towards her and even in the last conversation last night, Prem had dropped several subtle but unmistakable hints that he would be willing to take Madhuri under his protection if she should so much as give him a nod. She almost missed Kiara’s next question.

“Why do you say father-in-law for my dad but use my mom’s nickname like dad used to?”

“I don’t know, it feels a bit unfair to call that woman Sasu Maa,” Arjun said “she is stunningly beautiful, classy and so full of life. It would be weird to call her…anyway..I will call her Sasu Maa, that seems to be the right thing to do.”

“Call her what you want, that’s between you and her. I just noticed. But,” Kiara said “are you sure about Prem uncle’s intentions? Why do you think that he is doing anything like that?”

“Because I have gone through the file he left and he has planted some triggers in there, like landmines.” Arjun said “If your mom makes the wrong decision on any of them, things will blow up in her face. Then Prem can go to the board of directors and ease her out of the driving seat. Then he will come in and fix the issues. The company will lose a little money but there won’t be any lasting damage. If, on the other hand, she take his advice and leaves herself in his hands, he will guide her through the mines and the audit will be go smoothly.”

“Oh my god!” Kiara’s jaw dropped “That’s devious! Baby, you can’t let that happen. Can’t you save my mom?”

“I can and I will. I won’t let it happen while I am alive.” Arjun said “That’s why I need to go to Pune and talk to my own compliance manager. Our company does ISO audits every year. I need to get her advice on how to handle these landmines.”

“Can’t you do it yourself?” Kiara said “You are so smart, you run your business yourself.”

“Darling, I know what’s going on, but I am not an expert.” Arjun said “She is an expert and she can tell me how to diffuse these bombs without any damage. There are several decisions to be made, I don’t know what’s the correct decision in each case. My compliance manager can tell me what information to dig out to find out the correct choice to make. It’s like a map through the mines.”

“So you will come back after talking to her?”

“Of course, baby,” Arjun nodded “I will need to coach Madhu, I mean Sasu Maa.”

“Call her Madhu, if you want, I don’t care.” Kiara said “But you need to save her. Please, baby, you need to save her.”

“I will. Don’t worry.”

“How long will you be gone?” Kiara asked.

“Two-three days max.”

“Ok, then I will come with you.”

“Kii, baby, I will be busy, and I need you to watch out for your mom, in case Prem Chopra makes another move in the meantime.” Arjun said “He will come tomorrow evening. She needs to stall him and you need to help.”

“I don’t know, I am not going to stay without you.” Kiara squeezed him in her arms “I can’t sleep without you.”

Arjun sighed “Even if I ask Esha to drop everything else, it will take several hours to work through all of this.”

“But then you can come back tonight?” Kiara perked up.

“Yes, that’s what I am saying.”

“Then I can stay.” Kiara smiled her sweet smile “If you promise to come back tonight.”

“I can’t promise, but I will try.”

Kiara shook her head “This is not a negotiation, Arjun. Either you promise to come by dinner time tonight, or I am coming with you.”

“Oh, god!” Arjun sighed “Why are you like this?”

“You made me like this.” Kiara grinned “I was a sexy, happy, independent girl, you made me fall in love with you.”

“Alright, you win.” Arjun said “I will come back tonight.”

“By dinner time tonight?” Kiara pushed.

“I won’t say dinner time, but I will have dinner with you tonight.”

“Good enough. I won’t eat until you come back.” Kiara said “Now say ‘I promise.’”

“I promise.”

“Mmmm, my baby!” Kiara leaned in and pressed her lips on his.

As they started to kiss, Madhuri quietly moved away, trying to assimilate in her mind all that she had heard.

Chapter 7 - Corporate Politics and Grief

“Say my hello to Deepika.” Kiara said to Arjun.

“You are such a naughty girl.” Arjun said.

“What? I am just saying hello.” Kiara said but her tone was decidedly naughty.

“Don’t make me spank you.” Arjun said “Bye. Love you. See you in the evening.”

“I will wait, baby. Love you.” They kissed briefly then Arjun went.

Madhuri heard the whole exchange from the living room but did not get what they meant. Arjun went without coming to say goodbye to Madhuri. She felt a bit bad about that but she had to admit that there was no friendship or relationship between them. The last time he had come to visit this mansion, he had met a hostile reception. He was not likely to forget that. Just because he had pity on Madhuri this morning to feed her breakfast didn’t mean they were close friends now.

But try as she might, Madhuri could not get out of her mind the image of Arjun dragging her upstairs and removing her saree. He had told her how to dress with such authority, Madhuri had loved it. Not just that he cared about her self-respect, but that he showed his right over her. She wished he had come in to see that she had dressed as per his orders. She was not wearing panties and while she was not likely to tell him that, she felt that he would like it if he knew about it.

Her mind was distracted by the arrival of her daughter Amisha and her husband Akash Patel. This was followed by the arrival of Pallav Advani, Madhuri’s elder son, just younger than Amisha. For about ten minutes Madhuri was glad that they were there, then she started to get fed up.

It seemed that Akash and Amisha fought all the time and it didn’t matter to them where they were and what the occasion was. Pallav was on phone with his wife half the time and the other half he was talking to Amisha and Akash, making not very subtle enquiries about what they will get from their father’s estate.

Kiara was busy taking care of everybody. They just seemed to assume that she was there to serve them. Kiara was coping with it well, and she was the only one checking on Madhuri every few minutes to see that she was not feeling lonely.

But while she was going about all this hectic activity, Kiara was also looking towards the door every few seconds. As the afternoon shadows grew longer, her looks towards the door got more frequent. Madhuri was the only one who noticed her eager wait. She also noticed that Kiara was walking a little stiffly and once in a while she moaned when she look a long step. Madhuri was surprised that she felt a tingle between her legs as she remembered that Arjun had fucked her daughter brutally hard last night.

When she found that she was also beginning to look towards the door as frequently as Kiara, Madhuri mumbled something and went up to her room. Once again, she found the nostalgic, sad environment of the room oppressive and hard to bear. She opened the French doors and stepped on to the balcony. She looked into the sky and tried not to think about how her life was falling apart.

She was still there a while later when she heard the sound of a car horn. She looked down to see Arjun’s SUV entering the driveway. She hated that her heart skipped a beat when she recognised the car. She didn’t even feel like that when her husband used to come home. She didn’t want to be that emotionally dependent on any man, least of all the son-in-law she had never accepted. But she was happy to see him come back and she could not get away from that.

The car had not reached the portico when Kiara came out of the house barefoot and ran right at it. The driver had to stop the car so he would not run her over. The backseat door opened and Arjun came out. Kiara threw herself into his arms so hard she almost toppled him over.

“Baby! Oh, baby!” She kept saying as she kissed him on the lips, on his neck, on both his cheeks “You came. Oh, you came!”

“Your promise, princess.” Arjun grinned.

“Aw, baby!” She pressed her lips on his and kissed him hard. Arjun squeezed her tight in his arms.

Madhuri knew the power of those arms and how nice they felt around her body. She watched as Arjun and Kiara walked to the house with his arm around her waist. For once, Madhuri was jealous of her own daughter’s life. She wished she had passion like that in her life. But it was too late for her. She sighed and looked into the dusk sky with a melancholy wistfulness.

She didn’t know how much time had passed but the sun hadn’t fully set yet when she heard the French doors open. She looked back to see Arjun entering the balcony. Again, her heart skipped a beat, but this time, she didn’t mind it, this time he was here, he was here for her.

He was carrying two glasses of wine. He handed her one without a word and walked over to the balcony railing. For a while, they stood side by side only a few feet apart, sipped their wine and looked at the sunset. Then Madhuri moved two steps to the side and stood right next to him. He didn’t move or speak. She sipped her wine. She moved another half-step to the side. Her body pressed lightly on his.

Arjun wrapped his arm around her waist and squeezed her close. Madhuri sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. She hoped he had noticed that she was dressed as he had asked. His hand was resting on her right hip, just above her saree. She tried to let him know with her body language that it would ok if his hand moved down to cup her ass or even up to grab her tits. She was not wearing panties, even if he slipped his fingers inside to cup her pulsing pussy, she would not protest. Madhuri had attended many parties and social occasions where her husband’s friends and business associated has grabbed her ass. She had dealt with them tactfully. She had never had an occasion when she had wished for a man to grab her ass.

But Arjun didn’t grab anything. He kept his hand on her hip, kept her close and sipped wine with his left hand. Madhuri knew many men who were great speakers. She had never met any one whose silent presence could be so comforting. She stayed quietly in his half-embrace and watched the dark red of the sky turn into black.

When Arjun relaxed his grip on her and turned to go, Madhuri turned towards him, put her arms around his neck and pressed close. Arjun wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tight in his strong arms. Just like in the morning, Madhuri felt comforted and strong. She felt like everything will be alright.

Madhuri sighed and surrendered herself in his embrace. She pressed her cheek to his neck and let his masculine smell remove every worrying thought from her mind. She felt like she wanted to stay here forever.

Chapter 8 - Arjun Advises

Looking at the dinner table, one could not say that this was a household mourning the loss of its master. The food was plentiful and varied, the conversation was loud and normal, and nobody looked like they were suffering the loss of the head of family. The only indicator of anything amiss was the empty seat at the head of the table.

Madhuri could hardly eat anything. She noticed that Arjun was noticing that. She saw him signal Kiara to take care of her empty plate. Madhuri still ate very little and got up as soon as she could without being noticed.

She was just leaving the dining room when Arjun came to her “Sasu Maa, can we talk in private for five minutes?”

Madhuri nodded “Ok.”

She took him to her study, a room she had fixed for reading. She had guessed what he wanted to talk about. She was right. As soon as he had closed the door behind them, Arjun put the ISO audit file on the desk and started explaining everything to Madhuri. She knew half of it already from overhearing his chat with Kiara, but she reacted as if she was hearing it for the first time. She was a good actress.

“Don’t worry, you won’t fall in his trap.” Arjun assured her. He pointed out the trap hooks to her and explained how to avoid them.

“What if you make those decisions,” Madhuri said “you know much more about this stuff than I do?”

“It has to be with your authority.” Arjun said “That’s the whole point of his traps. You need to use your authority and show that you have the knowledge to deserve that authority.”

“But if I transfer my authority to you?” Madhuri offered “Then you could make those decisions with the authority and knowledge.”

Arjun shook his head “I will be with you every step of the way and prompt you anywhere you falter, but I won’t step in the driving seat.”

Madhuri had hoped that he would take her offer. She knew both her sons and her son-in-law, Amisha’s husband, were eager to get in the driving seat. She remembered her accusation years ago that he was marrying Kiara for her money. How wrong she was. He had not only grown his business ten times since that day, he had even competed with the Advani Ad Agency for several contracts. Last year his agency had beaten the Advani Agency for two big contracts and one advertising award. Madhuri knew that because her husband had come home extremely pissed off on those days.

“Ok, Arjun,” she nodded “thank you. I appreciate the hard work you have done for all this, but can we please talk about this tomorrow morning? I am tired and I don’t feel like I can focus.”

“Absolutely, Sasu Maa.” Arjun picked up the file and withdrew deferentially.

Madhuri sighed. She preferred the other Arjun to this Arjun. The one who held her in his arms and told her how she must dress.

Chapter 9 - Kiara Welcomes Her Husband

Madhuri was hoping she would be able to sleep easier tonight but as soon as she entered her bedroom, she felt suffocated. She did not even want to get in the bed. Once again she sought refuge on the balcony. She didn’t turn the balcony light on, just stood in the dark at the railing and stared at the night sky.

“Ah!”

Madhuri had been there a few minutes when she heard Kiara’s yelp. She turned sharply and saw the lighted window next door. The balcony doors were closed but the curtains were not drawn. Madhuri could clearly see Kiara pinned to the wall with Arjun standing in front of her dominating her. From the expression on Kiara’s face it seemed that Arjun had just hit her. At dinner, Kiara had been wearing a backless halter top. The top strap was now open and it was hanging down, baring both her tits.

While Madhuri watched, Arjun lifted his hand and slapped Kiara’s left breast. She yelped loudly, her head jerking up as the pain flooded her young, slender body.

He pulled her hair and jerked her head up “Tell me what you are.”

“I am your possession.” Kiara said breathlessly.

They didn’t know how far their voices were carrying in the stillness of night. Madhuri moved closer to their window on her balcony. Her balcony light was off so they could not see her but their room lights were on and she could see everything. Even the light pink hue on Kiara’s breasts where Arjun had hit her was clearly visible. Madhuri felt her pussy tingle as Arjun raised his hand again.

“You are a fucktoy.” He said and slapped her right breast. Madhuri could see it bounce from his hard blow.

“Ah! I am a fucktoy!” Kiara admitted.

“Whose fucktoy, girl?” He hit her left breast this time.

“Yours, ah, god!” Kiara squirmed on the wall “Only yours. I am your fucktoy, Only yours.”

Arjun reached around her to untie the bottom strap of her halter top and as he did so, he took her breast in his mouth and sucked both her breasts one by one. The way Kiara’s body jerked, Madhuri could easily understand what his hot mouth was doing to her already sensitive breasts made more sensitive from his abuse.

He trapped one of Kiara’s nipples between his teeth and pulled back slowly. Kiara moaned and whimpered, her body squirming on the wall. Arjun left her nipple and looked in her eyes “Tell me who owns you.”

“You do, baby, only you.” Kiara replied breathlessly.

Her reward for the right answer was a slap on her breast. Kiara yelped.

“Who do you belong to?” He demanded.

“I belong to you, only to you. I am your possession.” She reached up and started unbuttoning his shirt.

He jerked her hands from his shirt “You are lying!”

“No, baby.” Kiara reached up for his shirt again “I really belong to you, I am your property.”

Arjun didn’t push her hands away this time. He grabbed her tits and pushed her back into the wall as he crushed her hot, firm tits hard in both hands “Make me believe it.”

“Baby, main aap ka maal hoon, aap mere maalik ho.” Madhuri could see Kiara’s desperation to really make him believe though she suspected it was part of a roleplay they had done before, but looking at Kiara and hearing her eager voice it was impossible to say that she was not really trying to make him believe that she belonged to him. She pushed his shirt over his shoulders and rubbed his bare chest with her hands as she looked up into his eyes “Main aap ki kutiya hoon. Aap ki property. Meri life aap ki hai.”

[I am your property, you are my owner. I am your bitch, your property. My life is yours.]

He grabbed her hair, jerked her head up and kissed her hard. His right hand was mauling her soft, warm tits, crushing them, kneading them hard, while his tongue fucked her hot, sweet mouth in and out. Madhuri could see what he was doing to Kiara. The girl was insanely turned on but she was not the only one. Madhuri knew her own pussy was soaking wet and her knees were feeling weak.

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