[befriend007]

Great comeback bro.
As I already said, your way of drafting the story is awesome.

I just want to get clarified couple of points here.

As you mentioned that Ganga has kissed or forced to kiss and got kissed by local with zero interest, below scenes are not got connected.
1. If she has no interest on him/them, then why did she switched the seat in the theatre?
2. What happened for an hour after the movie ended?

I hope you do have better explanation for this!

[drillhot]

Super excellent

[Bigil]

Very interesting

[AjitKumar]

Cant wait to read what happened next.

[Santhosh Stanley]

You are awesome man.

[ci.ci]

Requesting an update Writerji

[ivanawijaya]

me hehhe

[Manikandarajesh]

Waare waahhh.. you are exceptional writer. no doubt.

[veeravaibhav]

Awesome :)

[Sakshi Priyan]

Super interesting update. waiting to read how they enjoyed and planned the plot to fool her husband and cops.

[olumannan]

Nice update

[veenaimo]

woww.. how i missed this story for son long

[kk007007]

The Strange Desire 

Srinu's mind was a whirlwind of confusion and anger. The vivid imaginings of Ganga’s actions in the room were too much for him to bear. Suddenly, he snapped out of his thoughts with a loud, anguished cry, "Randiiiiiiiiii sali, Benchod!" His phone slipped from his grasp and clattered to the floor as he broke down, crying and shouting at the top of his lungs. 


"Why did that bitch go back to them? Why didn’t she come running to me? Do they mean more to her than her dying husband who was unconscious?" Srinu's cries echoed through the room, raw and heart-wrenching.

Yin tried to soothe him, "No, Srinu, stop cursing your wife. These are just your thoughts. You don't know what exactly happened in that room." Yin’s voice was calm, filled with empathy and reason as he attempted to console Srinu.

But Yang interjected forcefully, his voice booming with conviction, "Shut up, Yin! Stop giving him false hope. You don't know what happened in that room either. How can you say that his imagination is wrong?"

Yin responded with gentle assurance, "Because I know she would not do anything that would hurt Srinu. She is loyal to him. She loves Srinu."

Yang scoffed, his tone dripping with sarcasm and challenge, "Oh yeah? Then answer my questions. Why did she change her seat during the interval in the theatre? Why did she go to the bathroom which was far away rather than using the nearest one? More importantly, why did she close the door when she saw Srinu?"

Before Yin could respond, Srinu interrupted both of them, his voice choked with despair, "Please, stop both of you. I can't take this anymore. Why is this happening to me? Why?"

Yin pleaded, "Please, Srinu, don’t do this to yourself. Have some faith in her. These are just your thoughts that Yang is showing you. Remember, he is your dark side. Don’t let the darkness take over you."

Yang cut Yin off again, making mocking hand gestures that suggested Yin was weak. "Yin, please, for once in your life, stop being weak. Srinu, stop listening to Yin. He will show you that everything is fine but will never answer your questions. I am the only one who can show you the path. So let me show you. Let me in!"

Srinu stood up silently, feeling the intense conflict within him, the struggle between light and dark. He could clearly feel both Yin and Yang, both light and dark sides within him. He thought to himself amidst the tumultuous emotions swirling in his head. There was a strange desire to go with Yang and actually see what happened next when she went back to them in the room. There was a perverse excitement pulsing through his veins at the thought of his wife returning to them rather than coming to tend to his unconscious body.

Yang's voice broke through his thoughts, "Ah! Srinu, so you want to know what happens next, right?"

Srinu, confused yet driven by a strange compulsion, asked, "But how did you know what I was thinking?"

Yang's voice was sly and knowing, "Did you forget we are both inside your head? We know exactly what you're thinking. Now answer my question, do you want to know what happens next?"

Yin pleaded desperately, "Srinu, please don’t do it. There is no coming back."

Srinu looked down, his mind a battleground of conflicting emotions. Finally, with a heavy heart and a sense of inevitability, he whispered, "Sorry, Yin, I have to know."

Yang's triumphant laughter echoed in his ears as he felt himself slipping back into the dark and painful imaginings. The excitement and dread mingled within him, leading him further down the path of darkness, seeking the twisted truths his mind was desperate to uncover.

Srinu's heart raced as he stood in the surreal landscape of his imagination, orchestrated by Yang. He could barely breathe as he watched the scene unfold before him.
"But tell me something first before we see what happens next," Srinu interrupted Yang's laughter, his voice trembling. "Why did she go back to the room moments after she left? Why did she not come to me?"
Yang's eyes gleamed with a sinister satisfaction. "Oh, you want to know why that Randi went back?" he sneered, the word slicing through Srinu like a knife. A jolt went down Srinu's body when he heard Yang call Ganga Randi.
Srinu, feeling a strange thrill, replied, "Yes, I want to know why that Randi went back." He was surprised by the excitement he felt calling Ganga a Randi.
"Okay, I will show you, but we have to go back a few moments before our last imagination ended," Yang said, his voice dripping with dark anticipation. "We have to go back and see what happened when she left the room after they let her go."
With a snap of his fingers, Yang transcended both Srinu and himself back to the building. Srinu watched as Ganga left the room where Javed and Chacha were. She was just a few steps away from exiting the 2BHK flat when she suddenly stopped to put her saree back together. She adjusted her pallu and her blouse, clearly seeing the bite marks and saliva Javed had left on her skin. Swiftly, she wiped his saliva with her right hand, feeling it on her lips as well. She tried to wipe it off, but accidentally inhaled the scent of his saliva, triggering a flood of memories from the passionate, unwanted encounter.
A wave of emotions surged through her body, and she leaned against the wall. Her head filled with the recollections of Javed's biting, his hands massaging her breasts, his hips grinding against her stomach. She also remembered Chacha watching and masturbating while his dick was visible through his lungi. A sudden wind blew through the windows, hitting her body and making her aware of the cool air under her saree. She was shocked at how it felt and a disturbing question popped into her head: "Is my pussy wet?"
Her breathing became heavy as she cursed her body for its betrayal. She remembered her unconscious husband lying on the floor below. "How will I help him?" she wondered. In the background, she could hear Javed and Chacha arguing. An insidious voice inside her head suggested, "Just ask Javed and Chacha for help!". The voice in her head was persistent, whispering insidiously, "Just ask Javed and Chacha for help." She couldn't believe what she was hearing from her own mind.
"Why am I thinking this way?" she wondered, a mix of confusion and horror gripping her. Every instinct screamed at her to flee, to run far away from the men who had violated her, yet the voice kept suggesting otherwise. "Why does that voice in my head want to go back?"
She felt an unsettling thrill course through her body, adding to her confusion. Her thoughts were a whirlpool of conflicting emotions: the revulsion at what had happened, the shame of her body's response, and the inexplicable draw to return. she questioned herself "How will I take my husband to the hospital?" Again, the voice urged her, "Just ask Javed and Chacha to drive you to the hospital." Ganga questioned her sanity. "How can I even consider going back? My husband is lying unconscious downstairs. I should be thinking about how to help him, not entertaining these vile thoughts." Yet the voice persisted, more logical and persuasive than she was comfortable admitting. "Just ask Javed and Chacha to drive you to the hospital," it urged.
Her frustration grew as the voice continued to answer her questions, always pushing her back to Javed and Chacha. She felt a strange excitement in her stomach, her body sweating from the arousal. Her body was sweaty from the confusing mix of fear and excitement. Ganga was furious with herself. "Why am I thinking this way? Why is my body reacting like this?" She cursed her physical response, the unwelcome arousal that betrayed her mind's anguish. 
She tried to shake the thoughts away, but the voice's reasoning started to make unsettling sense. Her breath quickened as she realized she was contemplating returning to the room. "How will I take my husband to the hospital alone?" she asked herself. The logical part of her knew she needed help to move Srinu, but the emotional part of her was horrified at the idea of returning to those men.
she FINALLY asked herself " Do I want to go back, even though my husband is dying?". To her utter shock, the voice calmly replied, "He's not dying, he's just unconscious. There's time to help him." Ganga felt a wave of guilt and anger. "How can I even think this way? How can I prioritize anything over my husband's safety?" She felt disgusted with herself, but the voice's logic was relentless, weaving through her thoughts like a persistent thread.
She was paralyzed by her internal conflict, the push and pull between duty and an inexplicable desire. Tears streamed down her face, torn between escaping and returning. "Why is my mind betraying me like this? Why am I even considering going back?" Her body and mind were at war, each pulling her in a different direction. She hated the voice in her head but couldn't silence it.She leaned against the wall, looking between the exit and the room where Javed and Chacha were arguing. Her head moved back and forth as she struggled with the decision.
Finally, tears streaming down her face, she wiped them with her saree and stood up, her face downcast.
Srinu watched, his heart shattering, as Ganga turned back towards the room. she started walking towards the room and away from the exit, each step a dagger to his heart.
Srinu saw Ganga moving back towards the room, away from the exit. She realized her blouse hooks were completely open, and anybody could see her bra. She tried to hook her blouse, but her hands were too tired from fighting against Javed previously. She asked herself, 'How will I return to the room with my blouse open? How am I going to hook my blouse with these tired hands?' Immediately, the voice inside her head answered, this time in a naughty way, 'I should ask Javed and Chacha to help me with my blouse hooks.' Another voice in her head answered even more mischievously, 'Why would they help with my blouse? They would rather want me to take it off.' The first voice replied, 'I don't think they will have the patience to wait till I take my blouse off. They would tear it away.' Ganga laughed a little at the last statement coming from her head. She was surprised and angry at the same time that she was enjoying herself listening to the naughty voices in her head.

As she was slowly moving towards the room, she wondered, 'Should I ask them to help me with my blouse?' She immediately countered herself, 'Did I forget what they wanted to do to me?' The voice in her head questioned mischievously, 'What exactly did they want to do to me? More importantly, what will they do to me if they see me again?' The very thought sent jolts through her body, and immediately, the voices in her head started to paint a picture of what they might do to her if she went back. One of her voices in her head said, 'This time the deal will be more than a kiss.' Another voice continued, 'Oh yes! Javed looked very thirsty. He wanted to drink milk from my breasts. This time he wouldn’t just stop with a kiss.' The first voice replied, 'Yeah, last time he was sucking over my nipple with my blouse intact. This time he will definitely take my blouse off.' The voice continued with mischief in its tone, 'He would not have much of a problem removing my blouse as it is already half removed.' The second voice interrupted, saying, 'Don’t forget about Chacha. Remember how thirsty he was while looking at both of us kissing. He would definitely want some milk to quench his thirst too.' The first voice replied, laughing mischievously in her head, 'Oh, I do not think Javed will allow Chacha anywhere near my breasts. He definitely wants them all to himself.' A third voice, sounding very naughty, said, 'Oh, there is another place where he can quench his thirst. It’s really wet down there.' The first voice questioned, despite knowing the answer, 'Where?' The third voice answered, 'My wet pussy.'

Ganga stopped walking after hearing the answer. Her body started trembling out of excitement. She could feel butterflies flying in her stomach. She had never felt this strange in her life. Her breathing got heavy, and she was sweating just thinking about what they might do to her. As she stood there contemplating her thoughts, she could hear Javed and Chacha still arguing in the room. With trembling hands, she took her pallu and wiped the sweat off her face. She took a deep breath to calm herself and asked her inner voice, 'They will start helping me after they quench their thirst, right?' Accepting them drinking juices from her body in exchange for helping her take her husband to the hospital, the first voice answered sarcastically, 'Sure, they will help you. They might even pay the hospital bill.' The second voice snapped at Ganga, 'Do you seriously think they would let you go by just drinking from your breasts?' 'What more will they do?' Ganga asked the voices in her innocently. The third voice whispered in her head, 'They will FUCK you.' Her knees almost buckled after listening to that answer. She somehow held herself together. The first voice continued, 'It is going to take a long time if they take turns to fuck me.' Ganga was completely shocked that her inner voices were more worried about how much time it would take for Javed and Chacha to fuck her, rather than worrying about them actually fucking her. The second voice replied, laughing mischievously, 'It would not take long if we had a threesome.'
When Ganga heard the word "threesome" echo in her mind, a cascade of sensations and emotions overwhelmed her. It was as if time itself had paused, allowing her to fully absorb and react to the implication of that single, provocative word.

A shiver ran down her spine, not from fear, but from a strange and unexpected thrill. Her heart began to race, thudding loudly in her chest, each beat sending a pulse of excitement through her veins. She felt a tingling sensation spread from her core, radiating outwards to her extremities. Her fingers and toes tingled with a curious energy, and she found herself unable to stay still.

Her stomach fluttered with an almost unbearable excitement, akin to butterflies, but much more intense. It was a sensation she had never experienced before, a mix of trepidation and a bizarre sense of anticipation. She felt a warmth rising in her cheeks, a blush that spread rapidly, and she instinctively brought her hand up to her face, feeling the heat emanating from her skin.

Her breathing became shallow and rapid, each breath a struggle as she tried to process the conflicting emotions swirling within her. The thought of being with Javed and Chacha together, both of them taking her, filled her with a mixture of dread and an undeniable arousal that she couldn't quite comprehend. The voices in her head, painting vivid pictures of what might happen, only intensified these feelings.

A sense of shame washed over her, mingling with the excitement, as she realized how her body was betraying her. The very idea of a threesome with these men, men who had violated her, should have repulsed her entirely. Instead, she found herself inexplicably drawn to the notion, her mind conjuring images that made her pulse quicken and her body respond in ways she couldn't control.

The thought of both men focusing their attention on her, their combined desire and lust, sent another jolt of excitement through her.

Her body reacted instinctively, her skin growing more sensitive to the touch of her saree and blouse. She could feel a dampness gathering between her legs, a physical manifestation of her arousal that she couldn't deny. This undeniable proof of her excitement only deepened her internal conflict, making her question everything she thought she knew about herself.

The word "threesome" hung in the air, a tantalizing promise of forbidden pleasure that she couldn't easily dismiss. She felt as if she were standing on the edge of a precipice, teetering between her duty to her husband and her inexplicable desire for these two men. The very idea of them sharing her, taking turns to satisfy their lust, was both terrifying and exhilarating.

At that moment, she felt a transformation taking place within her. The voices in her head merged, creating a new, more daring version of herself. This new Ganga was unafraid of her desires, willing to explore the depths of her arousal even if it meant stepping into the unknown. She embraced the naughtiness and the thrill of the forbidden, allowing herself to be swept away by the powerful currents of her emotions.

As she stood there, trembling with excitement and anticipation, she realized that her body had taken over, guiding her actions without the need for conscious thought. The fear and pain that had previously dominated her expression were replaced by a naughty smile that spread across her lips. She could feel the change within her, a rebirth of sorts, as she embraced her desires and prepared to step back into the room.

Ganga's transformation was complete. She had become a new person, driven by the powerful combination of fear, excitement, and an insatiable curiosity about what awaited her with Javed and Chacha. Her pace quickened, and she felt a sense of urgency propelling her forward. The thought of a threesome, once unthinkable, now fueled her steps as she moved with purpose towards the room where Javed and Chacha awaited.

Srinu, watching through his imagination, was stunned by the change in her demeanor. The woman he saw now was a far cry from the one he had known. Her fear and pain were gone, replaced by a confident, almost eager stride. As he heard her giggle and murmur "threesome, huh?" he felt a mix of betrayal and a strange, unsettling excitement. The realization that his wife was running towards a threesome with third-class laborers filled him with conflicting emotions, making him question everything he thought he knew about her. He involuntarily cursed her saying 'what a whore!!'

[kk007007]

Sorry for the short update. I wanted to write long and steamy chapter. But Ind vs Pak match was too much of a distraction to avoid. we won 

Next update will be up soon

[Hornytamilan23]

Hi kk,
Ganga knew srini is never going to confront her. She witnessed javed and chacha over powering her husband. No wonder her pussy got wet over their molestation. Instead of abusing her, javed left Ganga as per their accords. And it worked.

She is doing this because, thinking it's one time affair. Once a wanker is always a wanker, a bitch is always a bitch. She thinks srinu will have no idea what had happened. Even if he knows, she believes that he won't confront her. After all they are together as couple for a long time, so she knows him very well.

But I would be disappointed, when eventually ganga opens up to srinu seeing her hubbys face and if she tells a another story. And if they reconcile as though nothing has happened. Or if these are simply srini's imagination and nothing else. Then my boy, that would be devastating for the readers.

Why everything needs to end well??

[Hakari77]

Bro don't listen to suggestions, that's only going to dilute your story.

[Hakari77]

Whatever the ending is whether it be her cheating her husband or she went through the most traumatic incident of her life or nothing happened.All the three are possible so just go with what you already decided than changing based on some comments, because till now the story is from Srinu's perspective and imagination but it might be drastically different from what Ganga went through.
    So as readers we should just enjoy the story rather than telling the author how we want the story to end.

[kk007007]

Whatever the ending is whether it be her cheating her husband or she went through the most traumatic incident of her life or nothing happened.All the three are possible so just go with what you already decided than changing based on some comments, because till now the story is from Srinu's perspective and imagination but it might be drastically different from what Ganga went through.
    So as readers we should just enjoy the story rather than telling the author how we want the story to end.

Exactly Bro, I dont know why people give me suggestions on my story. I already have my storyline. 

[Shriya George]

Wonderful update.
Next one should be top class erotica and true first night for Ganga :)

[Ananthukutty]

Srinu will soon end up landing in a mental asylam or in prison.