Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

[Hornytamilan23]

Hi kk007007,

I have no doubt that, you are among the few writers, who can keep the readers hooked to the story. Infact one of the best. And we both know the response you got in hindi section. You are a peoples favourite here, I don't know why you ridiculed yourself.

[Hornytamilan23]

The cheating wife? The question mark is there for to make people guessing, is srinu correct about Ganga? That's why you need CCTV.

The cheating wife! When you replace it with an exclamatory mark, you can move to why, when and how Ganga did this.

You are a smart guy kk007007, you can do both at the same time. Let the story flow in a way that both get some action. Instead of making readers to guess, you keep srinu guessing in the story. Mean while you reveal it to the readers.

Let this be a cat and mouse game between srinu and ganga, but don't make it as a game between you and the readers.

Your story got the most likes, applauds when Ganga gave us some action.

[Hornytamilan23]

Miles to go brother. This story is far from THE END. Its not a bad decision if you decide to give what readers ask. I myself have many things to know, if you find a way to say us what happened at the theatre, that will be the best chapter so far.

Believe me, make that happen from Ganga's point of view, readers are gonna shower you with praises, and you will make their balls empty. And that will be the halfway into the story. 

Do not think about ending the story, don't think it's predictable, this story has more scope than you imagine, only thing is it lacks action. Don't return to CCTV, if srinu is not dumb as you say, he can follow her.

Your friend,
Hornytamilan23

[Projectmp]

Miles to go brother. This story is far from THE END. Its not a bad decision if you decide to give what readers ask. I myself have many things to know, if you find a way to say us what happened at the theatre, that will be the best chapter so far.

Believe me, make that happen from Ganga's point of view, readers are gonna shower you with praises, and you will make their balls empty. And that will be the halfway into the story. 

Do not think about ending the story, don't think it's predictable, this story has more scope than you imagine, only thing is it lacks action. Don't return to CCTV, if srinu is not dumb as you say, he can follow her.

Your friend,
Hornytamilan23

Very well said Anna.

[kk007007]

Waiting for next update

Feels wrong pestering you KK, but can't help it.. update please!

Yeah we are addicted hahaha..waiting for an update..come on weekend is near let's goooo....

Waiting for update

Great narration bro

Waiting to the see the real face of Ganga

The background of Ganga is yet to reveal

Bro where is the update..?

Sorry guys.. work load and festival together kept me busy

By tonight i will update


Cheers

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[Projectmp]

Excited

[sadlura]

Wonderful news

[Projectmp]

Waiting

[KasunMadhawa]

Nice story. Waiting for next episode. Hope u reveal mystery.

[tomdickharry2024]

Bro, you're playing Gotcha with us again!
Just kidding.. update when you can please..

[Gandhi krishna]

Waiting for the reveal.

[ci.ci]

waiting.......

[Projectmp]

Is there any plan for update this week ?

[kk007007]

Bro, you're playing Gotcha with us again!
Just kidding.. update when you can please..

waiting.......

Is there any plan for update this week ?

Sorry guys story got complicated having multiple pov's.. it is taking time to write.. will post an update asap

[tomdickharry2024]

No worries KK. Take your time! Will wait eagerly as always to see what happens to poor Srinu!!

[raja shri]

Waiting for the next update bro,
Can we expect any update today?

[Rangabaashyam]

Great going

[val.coutinho]

Please update..... Please can't wait for the suspence and revelation of Ganga's acts

[kk007007]

The Bet

Srinu arrived home, parking his bike in the driveway, his mind swirling with a mixture of anger, confusion, and exhaustion. His entire body felt heavy with the mental strain he had endured throughout the day, searching for Ganga like a madman, only to return empty-handed. As he walked towards the main door, his steps slowed. He knew he wanted to confront her, to demand the truth, but a part of him hesitated. If he pressed too hard, she would know that he had been spying on her. But as soon as he recalled the endless searching, the frustration, and the lies she had fed him earlier, his resolve hardened.


Srinu: (thinking to himself, clenching his fists) "I don't care if she knows I've been spying on her. I don't care about the consequences. I need answers, no matter what."

Without another thought, he knocked on the door. His heart raced as he waited, knowing this would be the moment of confrontation. The door creaked open, and before he could even get a word out, Ganga greeted him with a warm, tight hug, her arms wrapped around him as if nothing had happened. Srinu was momentarily stunned by the casual ease with which she embraced him, as if she hadn’t been gone all afternoon.

Ganga: (cheerfully, pulling back from the hug and grabbing his hand) "Come on, don’t say anything. I have a surprise for you."

Srinu, caught completely off guard, was led by Ganga into the living room. Her demeanor was so relaxed, so normal, that it almost made him question everything he had seen and felt throughout the day. How could she act so casual? Was she really going to pretend that nothing was wrong? That she hadn’t been missing for the entire afternoon? As they entered the seating area, Srinu’s thoughts raced with suspicion, but he followed her, trying to mask his turmoil.

On the table was a small box wrapped in colorful gift paper. Ganga picked it up, beaming, and handed it over to Srinu with a playful kiss on the cheek.

Srinu: (dumbfounded, struggling to hide his confusion) "What… what is this?"

Ganga: (giggling, with a playful smile) "What do you think it is? It’s a gift, you dumbo!"

Srinu managed a forced smile, his mind still reeling from everything he had witnessed. The hug, the surprise gift—everything felt off, like an illusion hiding something darker beneath the surface.

Srinu: (still puzzled, trying to find his bearings) "But… it’s not my birthday or anything."

Ganga: (with a soft smile, her tone suddenly more serious) "No, it’s not your birthday. I just wanted to show you how proud I am of you. You’ve recovered so well from the horrible incident we went through."

For a brief moment, Srinu saw a flicker of sadness cross her face as she mentioned the incident, her eyes lowering for just a second. But as much as he wanted to believe that she was genuinely feeling bad about what had happened, the events of the past few days clouded his judgment. He wasn’t sure if she truly felt remorse or if this was just another act.

The mixed emotions gnawed at him. He wanted to trust her, to feel the same connection he once had, but the lies and the odd behavior had shaken that trust. He needed to know more, and his thoughts raced back to the surveillance footage, the auto, her disappearing act.

Srinu: (snapping her out of her sad moment, trying to steer the conversation) "So… what’s inside the gift?"

Ganga: (grinning, back to her cheerful self) "Why don’t you open it and find out?"

Srinu quickly tore through the gift wrapping, revealing a sleek mechanical gaming keyboard—the one he had wanted for so long. For a moment, he was stunned. It was the exact model he had been eyeing for months, something he had mentioned in passing but never expected her to remember. The thoughtful gesture stirred something deep inside him. She knew him—knew his preferences, his habits, his desires—so well that it was almost frightening now.

In the past, her ability to anticipate his needs had made him feel deeply connected to her, made him appreciate the bond they shared. But now, standing there with the keyboard in his hands, that same feeling of being known so deeply unsettled him. How well did she know him? Could she predict his every move? Did she know that he had been watching her, doubting her, spying on her?

The thought sent a shiver down his spine.

Srinu: (forcing a smile, trying to hide his discomfort) "This is… perfect. You know me too well."

Ganga: (smiling softly, placing a hand on his arm) "Of course I do. You’re my everything."

But beneath the surface, Srinu could feel the unease growing. The warm, familiar words she spoke felt hollow now, overshadowed by the gnawing doubts he had been harboring. 


Srinu managed another fake smile, feeling the tension rise in his chest. He thought, "Now is the time to ask her where she has been all afternoon." But he knew what her answer would be, almost as if he had already heard it a hundred times in his head. Nevertheless, he decided to go ahead with the question.

Srinu: (trying to sound casual, though his voice was tense) "So… when did you get this gift for me?"

As expected, Ganga didn’t flinch. She replied with the same ease and calmness as before, her smile never fading.

Ganga: (cheerfully, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world) "I bought it when I went shopping with Priya. I told you on the phone, remember?"

Srinu nodded, his mind racing. "Without proper proof, I can’t confront her directly," he thought. "It would just be a waste of time." He felt a surge of frustration but kept quiet, deciding not to push the matter any further.

There was a moment of silence before Ganga’s expression shifted slightly, her eyebrows knitting together in concern.

Ganga: (softly, with genuine care in her voice) "Hey baby, you said you weren’t feeling well on the phone. What’s wrong?"

Srinu quickly composed himself, trying to downplay his earlier lie.

Srinu: (casually, waving it off) "Oh, it’s nothing. Just a headache from work. Nothing to worry about."

Ganga’s face brightened immediately as she snapped her fingers.

Ganga: (with enthusiasm, as if she had the perfect solution) "I know exactly how to get rid of your headache! You just go get freshened up, and I’ll make you a strong cup of coffee."

Before Srinu could say anything, she turned towards the kitchen with a determined smile. Srinu felt momentarily disarmed by her response, but the nagging doubt in the back of his mind kept him on edge.

After a few minutes, Ganga handed him a steaming cup of coffee. Her smile was warm, almost comforting, as she gestured toward the kitchen.

Ganga: (playfully, with a wink) "You enjoy your coffee, and I’ll go start dinner."

Srinu took the cup from her and muttered a quick thanks, watching as she turned back to her chores. He made his way to his room, the warm mug in his hands, but his mind was still miles away from the comfort of home.

Sitting down at his desk, he sipped the coffee and stared at his computer. "It’s not wise to confront her now, especially without proof," he thought. "She has her cover story ready—saying she was with Priya all day." Srinu placed the mug down and opened his laptop, determined to dig deeper.

He began rewatching the CCTV footage from earlier that day. As the video played, his eyes narrowed in on the interactions with the milkman and the water boy. Both men had lingered longer than usual, and toward the end of their conversations, they said something that caused Ganga to smile. Intrigued, Srinu turned up the volume, hoping to catch what had been said.

But the audio was frustratingly muffled. He replayed the section multiple times, leaning in close to the speakers. All he could hear was "…ganj ka…ni"—the rest was lost in static.

Srinu: (muttering angrily to himself, gritting his teeth) "Damn it! What the hell are they saying?"

He cursed the electronics shop owner, remembering the promise that the spy cameras had "excellent voice recording capabilities." At this moment, they seemed anything but excellent. Frustrated, he fast-forwarded the footage, focusing on the auto that had picked Ganga up. He tried to get a clear view of the number plate, but his efforts were in vain. The auto had been parked in such a way that the camera didn’t capture the plate.

Srinu: (slamming his fist onto the desk, his voice rising in frustration) "Damn it! Why did the driver have to block the damn view?!"

He cursed again, feeling the tension build inside him. Every lead seemed to slip through his fingers, leaving him more frustrated and powerless than before.


Srinu gulped down the coffee in frustration, his mind swirling with thoughts of suspicion and doubt. His focus was consumed by the footage, the failed attempts to gather proof, and the lingering question of Ganga's whereabouts. Time seemed to blur around him as he stared at the screen, lost in thought, until a knock on the door snapped him back to reality.

Ganga: (her voice soft but with a hint of impatience) "What are you doing in there? It’s been hours. Dinner is ready."

Srinu blinked, glancing down at his watch. It was already 8:00 PM. “Time is flying,” he muttered to himself. His thoughts had consumed him so deeply that he hadn’t realized how much time had passed. He was about to close his laptop when a notification caught his eye—33% of data recovery is complete. His heart skipped a beat. The data recovery was progressing faster than he expected.

Just as Srinu was about to open the recovery software and check the details, Ganga's voice called out again, this time a little firmer.

Ganga: (from the kitchen, with a mix of affection and impatience) "Are you going to come out or not? Dinner is getting cold!"

Srinu hesitated, torn between his curiosity to check the recovered data and the need to keep things normal with Ganga. He knew that if he didn’t respond, she might come in to see what he was doing, and the last thing he needed was for her to become suspicious of his actions. Reluctantly, he sighed and thought, “I better get up there, or else she’ll check on what I’m doing.”

Srinu: (muttering to himself as he closed the laptop) "I’ll check the 33% later."

He stood up, placing his empty coffee mug on the desk, and made his way to the dining area. As he approached the table, he could smell the dinner Ganga had prepared—a warm, comforting aroma that contrasted sharply with the turmoil in his mind. She was already setting the table, her usual cheerfulness evident in the way she moved.


Srinu sat across from Ganga at the dinner table, silently chewing his food while she chatted about random topics as usual. His mind, however, was preoccupied with how to confront her without raising any alarms. He was deeply disappointed that the CCTV footage had offered him nothing significant to expose her, but he knew he had to remain patient. He wanted to question her about her afternoon absence, but he was waiting for an opening that wouldn’t make her suspicious.

To his surprise, she gave him the perfect opening herself by asking about the gift. She casually asked how the keyboard was, and Srinu immediately pounced on the opportunity, his mind quickly assembling the questions that could corner her.

First Question: "When did you leave the house?"

Srinu knew the exact time from the CCTV footage and hoped that she would slip up, giving him an incorrect time. If she did, it would be the first sign of deception. But to his dismay, Ganga answered without hesitation, giving the exact time that matched the footage. Her confidence left him slightly shaken, but he didn’t show it.

Second Question: "How did you travel?"

Srinu believed this would be a trickier question for her, thinking she might lie and say she took a car, which would contradict the footage that showed her leaving in an auto. But again, without missing a beat, she casually mentioned that she had booked an Ola auto, even smiling smugly as she said it. Srinu was taken aback by her quick, direct responses. It felt like she was one step ahead, and he couldn’t help but feel like he was the 
 in a game of cat and mouse—desperately trying to catch the mouse, only to have it slip away every time.

Now, he was left with the final question, the one he felt most confident about—"Where did you meet Priya?"

Srinu straightened up, thinking to himself, "Let’s see how she gets out of this one." He knew for a fact that she hadn’t met Priya because he had spoken to her earlier. He was sure this would be the moment where Ganga would fumble, where her lie would unravel.

But again, Ganga answered with ease, without even a hint of hesitation. She said she met Priya over lunch and that they had gone shopping together afterward. but he quickly followed up, hoping to trip her up.

Srinu: (with a raised eyebrow, his voice more pointed) "Oh, so Priya not only had lunch with you but also helped you pick out my gift?"

He watched her carefully, expecting hesitation, a pause, anything to suggest that she was fabricating the story. This time, she did take a sip of water before responding, but she answered confidently again. Srinu thought to himself, "Gotcha." He immediately pushed forward.

Srinu: (feigning a smile, trying to sound casual but with a sharp edge) "Then I should personally call Priya and thank her for the gift, don’t you think?"

He expected her to falter, to make an excuse or backtrack. But Ganga, without a flicker of doubt, smiled and responded confidently.

Ganga: (smiling, holding out her phone) "Yes, you should thank her! Let me call her for you."

She unlocked her phone and handed it to him after dialing Priya’s number. Srinu’s mind raced, unsure why she was making such a bold move. "Is she playing tricks on me?" he thought, but held the phone to his ear, expecting Priya to deny everything.

After a few moments, Srinu handed the phone back.

Srinu: (trying to mask his frustration, his voice strained) "Her phone is switched off."

Ganga seemed genuinely surprised and called Priya again, but her phone remained off.

Ganga: (facepalming herself, laughing lightly) "Oh, I forgot! She told me her shift timings changed to US hours. She’s probably at work now. Maybe tomorrow you can thank her."

Srinu clenched his teeth, biting back his frustration. "She cleverly dodged my question again," he thought angrily. Ganga put her phone down and continued eating her dinner quietly as if nothing had happened.

Srinu knew he couldn’t push any further without raising suspicion, so he let it go for now. They finished their dinner in silence.


After dinner, Srinu and Ganga sat together on the couch, watching TV. Srinu, however, was hardly paying attention to the show. His mind was focused on the task at hand—waiting for Ganga to go to bed so he could continue investigating the recovered data from the phone. He was patient, pretending to be engrossed in the TV, while silently counting the minutes. Finally, Ganga yawned and stretched, her eyes heavy with sleep.

Ganga: (softly, with a smile) "I’m feeling sleepy. Come to bed soon, okay?"

Srinu: (nodding, forcing a casual tone) "Yeah, I just need to check a few emails. I’ll join you in a bit."

Ganga gave him a tired smile, kissed him on the cheek, and ascended the stairs to their bedroom. Srinu waited until he heard her moving around upstairs, the sounds of her getting ready for bed. As soon as he was sure she was out of earshot, he quietly slipped out of the living room and into his office. He closed the door behind him and powered on the monitor, his heart pounding with anticipation.

He opened the recovery software and saw that it had reached 33% completion. The tension in his stomach was growing with every second, his mind racing about what he might find. "This could be the evidence I need," he thought. "This could prove everything." His hands trembled slightly as he navigated to the recovery folder.

Inside the folder were numerous subfolders related to the Android operating system. Srinu skimmed over them, uninterested in the technical files. He was only interested in one folder—“media.” His breath caught as he clicked on it, hoping this would lead to something significant. Inside the media folder, there were more subfolders, but the one that stood out the most was a folder named “maal.”

The maal folder was full of videos. Each file had a random number beside it, indicating the percentage that had been recovered—some videos were only 2% recovered, while others were 10%, and so on. Srinu randomly clicked on one of the videos, and to no surprise, it was a pornographic video. 

Srinu: (muttering to himself, his jaw clenched) "Of course, this low-class motherfucker has a stash of this stuff."

Disgusted, he closed the folder. He knew this wasn’t what he was looking for.

Next, he navigated to the DCIM folder, the default folder for camera photos and videos on any Android phone. His pulse quickened as he realized this was likely where the personal recordings were stored. The folder was full of videos, and Srinu immediately sorted them by date. The first video ever taken on the phone was from over a year ago. He clicked on it.

The video played, showing two familiar faces grinning at the camera—Javed and ChaCha. They were in what looked like a mobile shop, possibly on the day they had purchased the phone. ChaCha, clearly excited, had his arm around Javed’s shoulder, telling him to smile at the camera. The video abruptly stopped. Srinu tried to replay it, but the video player froze at the same point. Then he realized—the video had only been recovered 50%, and that’s why only half of it was playable.

He moved on, opening random videos from various dates. Each video was the same—ChaCha was behind the camera, recording random things like drinking, eating at restaurants, or hanging out with friends. It was as if the old man was documenting every trivial moment of his life. Srinu found it both strange and unsettling.

Srinu: (whispering to himself, frustrated but determined) "This Budda was a wannabe vlogger."

Convinced that he had found the right folder, Srinu quickly scrolled down to the date of the incident—the day his world had fallen apart. His eyes scanned the list of videos, and to his shock, there were numerous videos recorded on that day. His heart raced as he realized that this could be the moment he’d been waiting for—the moment when he would finally see what had happened, when all the pieces of the puzzle would fall into place.

His hands hovered over the mouse, his pulse pounding in his ears. He knew that the next few minutes could change everything. Without wasting any more time, Srinu clicked on the first video recorded on the day of the incident.


Srinu clicked on the first video from the day of the incident. The video began in a café, where ChaCha was recording himself and Javed as they sat at a small table, sipping chai and talking excitedly about the movie they were about to see. ChaCha, as usual, was behind the camera, narrating everything with an almost playful energy.

Javed: (enthusiastically, with a grin) "I’m going to this movie because my favorite hero is starring in the lead role!"

ChaCha, ever the joker, couldn’t resist interrupting.

ChaCha: (laughing, with a mischievous smirk) "I’m going to this movie because of my favorite heroine... and her boobs!"

Both men burst into laughter at ChaCha’s crude comment, their voices echoing in the small café. The video ended abruptly with their laughter still ringing out, leaving Srinu feeling a sickening churn in his stomach.

Srinu, holding his breath, opened the next video. This one began outside the theatre. The camera showed Javed and ChaCha as they walked toward the entrance, balcony tickets in hand. ChaCha was proudly waving his ticket in front of the camera.

ChaCha: (grinning, his voice filled with pride) "Aaj humai pagar maili hai, aaj hum balcony maih bitaingaiy [We got paid today, so we’ll be sitting in the balcony today]!"

Javed, his excitement building, began shouting his favorite hero’s name repeatedly, his voice loud and obnoxious. ChaCha joined in, making strange, attention-grabbing noises with his mouth. Their behavior was over the top and embarrassing, drawing disgusted stares from the people around them.

Srinu: (thinking to himself, with growing disdain) "Chapari [low-class] can buy a balcony ticket, but their behavior will always be the same as third-class chapari [low-class] people."


Srinu clicked on the next video, his heart pounding as the footage continued to unfold. The video showed Javed and ChaCha entering the theater room, making their way up the stairs to the balcony section, searching for their seats. The camera captured them moving through the rows, the shaky footage filled with their laughter and excited chatter. They were searching for the G row—the same row where Srinu and Ganga were already seated.

As they reached the row, ChaCha turned the camera toward the people sitting in it, panning across the faces. Srinu’s breath hitched when he saw himself and Ganga on the screen. There they were—seated, unaware of the danger that was approaching them. Javed and ChaCha, still shouting and making strange noises, had gained the attention of the entire row, including Srinu and Ganga.

In the video, Srinu saw himself turn his head briefly toward the noise, showing little interest in Javed and ChaCha’s antics, then looking back at the screen. But what caught his attention more was Ganga. She didn’t look away. She kept watching Javed and ChaCha as they approached, her eyes growing wide with fear as they got closer and closer.

Javed and ChaCha finally stopped beside Ganga’s seat, checking the seat numbers on their tickets. Srinu could see the disbelief on their faces as they realized they would be sitting next to this beautiful woman. Their mouths hung open for a moment, and then they exchanged looks—wide-eyed and filled with a mix of shock and devious excitement.

Ganga’s eyes were still fixed on them, her expression filled with dread. Meanwhile, Srinu watched himself in the video, still uninterested and looking ahead at the screen, completely oblivious to the tension building beside him.

For a brief moment, Javed and ChaCha stood there, arguing over who would sit next to Ganga. Their voices were loud, and their body language was aggressive. Finally, Javed gave ChaCha a rough push, claiming the seat beside her. As he sat down, his right elbow brushed against Ganga’s left shoulder and nearly touched her breast. Ganga reacted instantly, pulling away in disgust, her face clearly showing her anger and discomfort.

Javed: (in the video, raising his hand with a sly smile) "I’m sorry, madam."

His voice was apologetic, but his expression was anything but sincere. Ganga turned her face away from him in anger, her jaw clenched, while Javed and ChaCha exchanged mischievous grins. They were clearly amused by the situation.

Watching the footage, Srinu felt a wave of emotions wash over him. Seeing Ganga’s angry face in the video brought a small sense of relief. "This is the Ganga I know," he thought. "She wouldn’t tolerate any kind of mischievous behavior from strangers." It reassured him to see her initial reaction to Javed’s inappropriate behavior.

But something else nagged at him—something he couldn’t quite shake off. Ganga’s reaction, although strong, was followed by a strange tension. She exchanged looks with Javed and ChaCha multiple times—far more than Srinu would have expected for a first interaction. Especially with Javed. The way her eyes lingered on him, the repeated glances—it left Srinu feeling uneasy.


Meanwhile, the movie had begun, and the atmosphere in the theater started to settle—at least for most of the audience. However, Javed and ChaCha, seated beside Ganga, continued their cheap behavior, unable to keep quiet even during the opening scenes. Their conversation was full of crude remarks and lewd comments, especially whenever a female character appeared on screen.

ChaCha: (watching the hero's entry scene, grinning) "Deko Javed, tera hero agaya [Look, Javed, your hero has arrived]!"

Javed: (snickering, in response) "Haan... ab dekh na, tera heroine ko utha ke le ayegha [Yeah… now watch, he’s going to pick up your heroine]."

ChaCha: (laughing, adding a sexist twist) "Heroine ka toh pata nahi, magar uski dress toh zarur uthayeh ga [Maybe not the heroine, but he’ll definitely lift her dress]."

They both burst into laughter at ChaCha’s vulgar comment, their voices loud enough to annoy the people sitting nearby. Javed and ChaCha reveled in their crude jokes, feeding off each other's energy. But their behavior didn’t stop there—after every tasteless joke, either Javed or ChaCha would steal a glance at Ganga, hoping that one of their remarks would impress or amuse her.

But every time Ganga noticed one of them looking at her, her expression only grew more irritated, her disgust obvious. She had no patience for their behavior, and her eyes conveyed that clearly. Yet, despite her obvious disapproval, Javed and ChaCha kept at it, deluding themselves into thinking they could win her over with their lewd humor.

Srinu: (watching the video, clenching his fists in anger) "These fools think they can impress her with their nonsense?"

As Srinu watched, he could feel the tension mounting inside him. Ganga’s irritated looks were reassuring, but the fact that these men continued to make jokes and steal glances at his wife made his blood boil.


As the movie progressed, it was time for the heroine’s entry on the screen. As soon as the heroine appeared, ChaCha shouted loudly, drawing attention from several people around him.

ChaCha: (loudly, with excitement) "Javed, dekha? Mera heroine kya maal hai! [look at my heroine, what a piece of beauty]"

Both Javed and Ganga turned their heads toward ChaCha at his loud outburst. Ganga quickly turned her head back to the screen, but she could still hear their conversation as they were speaking so loudly. Srinu, watching the video, felt the tension rise as he continued to observe the events unfold.

Javed: (laughing, speaking loudly) "ChaCha, teri heroine ki maal kuch nahi hai mere heroine ke samne [Your heroine is nothing compared to my heroine]."

ChaCha, always eager to escalate the conversation, followed up with a mocking question.

ChaCha: (with a sly smile) "Accha? Teri heroine itni acchi maal hai kya [Oh really? Your heroine is that much better]?"

Javed, seizing the opportunity, turned his head toward Ganga and responded with a mischievous grin.

Javed: (smirking, with his eyes locked on Ganga) "Haan, meri heroine toh mast maal hai. [Yes, my heroine is truly beautiful]"

Ganga, overhearing the conversation, immediately realized that Javed was referring to her as "his heroine." She turned to give him a sharp, angry look, clearly offended by his comment. ChaCha, now fully aware of what Javed was up to, decided to play along.

ChaCha: (egging him on, with a wicked grin) "Achha, agar itni mast maal [Oh really? If she’s that amazing] hai, toh phir batao wo kaise dikhti hai [then tell me, how does she look]?"

Javed, without missing a beat, continued to stare at Ganga as he began describing her features in front of everyone.

Javed: (with a mischievous gleam in his eyes, still looking at Ganga) "Uski aankhen samandar jitni badi... jis mein koi bhi dub jaye [Her eyes are as big as the ocean, where anyone can drown]."
"Uske naak pe gussa kitni pyari lagti hai [Her cute little nose looks so pretty when she’s angry]."
"Uske rasile hothon ko dekh ke chusne ka maan karta hai [Her juicy lips make you want to suck on them]... aur uske shahed se meetha tuk peene ka maan karta hai [and her sweet mouth makes you want to taste the honey from her]."

Throughout his sleazy description, ChaCha kept encouraging him.

ChaCha: (grinning, with each comment) "Wah, wah!"

Srinu could see in the video that Ganga was growing visibly angry as she listened to Javed describing her face in such a lewd manner. Her expression was one of clear discomfort and frustration. However, something else caught Srinu’s attention—Ganga briefly lowered her head, almost in shyness, while Javed described her features. It was a subtle moment, but Srinu couldn’t shake the unease it gave him.

Then, as Javed bent his head down, clearly moving his gaze below her neck, Srinu watched in disgust as Javed’s eyes landed on Ganga’s cleavage, which was slightly visible from her saree. Her cleavage looked beautiful and delicate, but the way Javed stared at her with a lustful gaze made Srinu’s blood boil.

Javed: (licking his lips while staring at her cleavage)

Ganga noticed where Javed was looking and immediately understood his intentions. Her eyes followed his gaze, and without hesitation, she pulled her pallu over her chest, covering her cleavage. 



After that, she turned her head away, pretending not to care about their conversation, though her discomfort was clear.

Srinu, watching the footage, was torn between anger and confusion. On one hand, Ganga had clearly been offended and had tried to shield herself from Javed’s unwanted attention. But on the other hand, the moment she had lowered her head, seemingly in shyness, continued to linger in his mind. He didn’t know what to make of it, and the conflicting emotions made it harder for him to think straight.


Javed and ChaCha shared a knowing look, their sly smiles indicating that they were on the same page. With a quick low five, ChaCha’s eyes flicked toward Ganga, making it clear what was on his mind. Javed understood immediately. ChaCha was pointing to Ganga’s hand, resting on the armrest between her seat and Javed’s.

Javed seized the opportunity. He shifted closer to Ganga and placed his right hand beside hers on the armrest. His fingers brushed against her soft skin for the first time. The sensation sent a thrill through him, but it was short-lived. Ganga, clearly uncomfortable, pulled her hand back slightly—just enough to stop the direct contact but still keeping her elbow on the armrest. Javed wasn’t deterred. He moved his hand again, this time deliberately brushing against her elbow, and even dared to rub it lightly.

Ganga immediately reacted, removing her elbow completely and shooting Javed an angry glare. She mumbled something under her breath, scolding him. 



But Javed simply smiled, disappointed that she had moved her hand away completely.

Javed looked over to ChaCha, silently asking for his help. ChaCha caught the look and nodded, acknowledging that Javed needed some encouragement.

ChaCha: (with a mocking tone, loud enough for Ganga to hear) "Teri heroine ko toh bahut gussa aata hai [Your heroine sure gets angry easily]."

Javed: (smirking smugly) "Haan, gussa toh bohot hai... wo kahavat hai naa, bhonknay wale kutte katte nahi [Yeah, she's angry, but you know the saying, barking dogs don’t bite]. Yeh bhi waise hi hai... gussa kar sakti hai, aur kya karegi [She’s the same. All she can do is get angry, what else will she do]?"

As Srinu watched the video.. he knew Ganga's personality well. She is not one to back down from a fight, especially when it concerns her dignity and pride. Srinu already expected what might have happened in the video.

As Srinu expected, Hearing this Ganga’s anger flared. With a defiant look, she slammed her hand back onto the armrest, forcefully pushing Javed’s hand away as if to reclaim her space. She was making a statement—she wasn’t backing down from this fight, not when her honor was at stake. Javed and ChaCha exchanged satisfied glances, their plan seemingly working as they knew exactly how to play with her ego.

Javed, emboldened by her reaction, pressed his hand harder against hers, rubbing it more insistently. Srinu, watching the video, could see the disgust on Ganga’s face as Javed continued rubbing his hand against hers. Despite the revulsion written all over her face, Ganga didn’t move her hand away. Her pride was on the line, and she wasn’t going to let these men intimidate her.

Javed, noticing her reluctance to pull back, grew bolder. He shifted his shoulder closer to hers, subtly rubbing it against her shoulder. Srinu could see Javed closing his eyes, clearly enjoying the sensation of Ganga’s soft skin against his. Ganga, feeling the pressure increasing, stole a few quick glances at Javed and saw that he was fully engrossed in the act. She also noticed out of the corner of her eye that ChaCha was rubbing his penis under his lungi while watching Javed’s bold advances.

As Javed rubbed harder, Ganga’s hand slipped off the armrest entirely, and she leaned slightly toward him. In that moment, Javed’s elbow brushed against her waist, and her left breast made contact with his forearm. The accidental touch startled Ganga, and for a moment, their eyes met. The tension between them was palpable. But just as quickly, a loud gunshot sound from the movie snapped them both back to reality. Ganga immediately looked away, straightening herself and regaining her posture.

Srinu watched in the video with disbelief as Ganga, despite everything, still didn’t remove her hand from the armrest. Javed, after a brief pause, resumed rubbing his hand and shoulder against her once more. As Srinu continued to watch the video, he couldn’t help but feel conflicted. "Is she still keeping her hand there out of defiance?" he wondered. "Or is she starting to enjoy it?" He could see the anger in her face had now morphed into something else—anxiety, perhaps confusion.

Ganga’s eyes fluttered closed as Javed’s persistent rubbing continued. Srinu could see that she was trying hard to suppress whatever emotions were stirring inside her. Javed, noticing her lack of resistance, saw an opportunity to take things further. His hand slowly moved from the armrest toward her left breast, clearly intending to touch it.

But before he could act, loud laughter erupted in the theater, causing Ganga to snap her eyes open. She quickly realized what Javed was about to do and, in a panic, turned to her side. 

At the same moment, Srinu could see himself in the video turning his head towards ganga, oblivious to the tension, laughing at the joke on the screen.

Srinu noticed while watching the video, Ganga, Javed, and ChaCha all froze, suddenly becoming alert. Javed swiftly pulled his hand back just in time, before Srinu could notice. ChaCha, who had been rubbing himself under his lungi, stopped immediately. Ganga, in a quick move, shifted away from Javed, breaking contact with his shoulder. She grabbed Srinu’s left hand with both of hers and placed her head on his left shoulder, joining in his laughter with a forced, fake smile.

Javed, now visibly disappointed that he missed an opportunity to touch her boob as she moved away from him, muttered under his breath as he leaned toward ChaCha.

Javed: (frustrated, in a low voice) "Behenchod... uske pati ne poora game karab kar diya [That bastard husband ruined the whole game]."


Srinu, watching the video, felt an unsettling tension rise as he heard ChaCha and Javed exchange sly remarks after Ganga moved closer to Srinu.

ChaCha: (whispering with a smirk) "Haan yaar... ab wo uske pati se chepak ke baithi hai [Yeah, now she's stuck to her husband]."

Javed: (grinning smugly) "Haan... hume ab hamara talent dikhana padenga [Yeah, now we need to show her our talent]."

ChaCha: (nodding confidently) "Haan, sahi mauka anedo... dekha dengey [Yes, let the right moment come... we'll show her]."

Srinu, watching the video, wondered what kind of "talent" they were talking about. He didn’t have to wait long to find out.

As soon as an item song started in the movie, both Javed and ChaCha jumped out of their seats and began dancing in the aisle. The song was an upbeat number with the actress on the screen wearing a tight, revealing costume that left little to the imagination, her breasts and thighs clearly exposed. Javed and ChaCha took this as their cue to perform obscene, dirty dance moves, mimicking sexual gestures toward the actress. They waved their hands and made lewd motions toward her exposed body, all while laughing loudly.

The people around them, including Srinu in the video, were clearly disgusted. Some even told them to sit down, but Javed and ChaCha were unfazed. Instead of stopping, they doubled down, their moves becoming even more vulgar.

Srinu shifted his attention from Javed and ChaCha's antics in the video to Ganga, expecting her to be just as disgusted as everyone else. But to his complete shock, Ganga was the only one who found the whole scene funny. Srinu could see her in the video, hiding her laughter behind the edge of her saree’s pallu. She was giggling, trying to conceal it, but it was clear that she was entertained by the absurdity of Javed and ChaCha’s dancing.

Srinu: (thinking in disbelief) "How could she be laughing at such dirty dance moves? What is going on?"

As Ganga’s laughter became more apparent, Javed and ChaCha noticed her reaction, and their dance moves became even more exaggerated and crude. Srinu was completely baffled by her reaction. "How could she laugh at this?" he thought to himself, trying to understand why she found their disgusting behavior amusing.

Once the song ended, both Javed and ChaCha returned to their seats. Ganga immediately stopped laughing, pretending that she hadn’t been paying attention to their antics at all. But Srinu had seen it—she was entertained, despite how inappropriate it all was.

ChaCha: (still catching his breath, grinning) "Dekha Javed, meh kaise dance kiya... mera dance dekh ke teri heroine has rahi thi [Did you see how I danced, Javed? Your heroine was laughing at my moves]!"

Javed: (smirking, his eyes on Ganga) "Wo tumhari dance dekh ke nahi... tumhari lungi dekh ke has rahi thi [She wasn’t laughing at your dance, she was laughing at your lungi]. Dekh apni lungi... pisal gayi, lungi ko upar karo ChaCha [Look at your lungi... it's slipping, pull it up]."

Javed reached over, trying to help ChaCha fix his lungi, and the two started struggling with it, pulling it up awkwardly. Ganga, who had been trying to contain her laughter, finally couldn’t hold back anymore. She burst out laughing again, this time louder, as she watched the two men wrestle with the lungi.

ChaCha: (grinning at Javed, nudging him) "Javed, dekh! Teri heroine has rahi hai hume dekh ke [Look, Javed! Your heroine is laughing at us]!"

Javed looked at Ganga, a devious smile on his face, and muttered under his breath.

Javed: (smiling slyly) "Hasee toh phasee [If she laughs, she’s caught]."

Hearing Javed’s remark, Ganga’s laughter stopped abruptly. She quickly turned her head away, but Srinu, watching the video, noticed that a faint smile still lingered at the corner of her mouth. It was as if she was trying to hide it, but couldn’t completely mask her amusement.

Srinu, now deeply disturbed by what he was seeing, thought to himself, "These third-class bastards... they finally made her laugh." The realization made him uncomfortable, unsure of how to process what he had just witnessed.

The laughing and dancing had caused Ganga to move away from Srinu’s shoulder, and she was now sitting upright in her seat. Javed, seeing the opportunity, leaned into Ganga’s chair and deliberately brushed his shoulder against hers again, repeating the same subtle rubbing from earlier.

Srinu, watching this unfold in the video, hoped Ganga would pull away in disgust or show some form of resistance. But what he saw next shook him to the core. Ganga didn’t immediately move away. Instead, she turned her head slightly, glancing at Javed as he rubbed his shoulder against hers. Then, to Srinu’s shock, she glanced to her right, toward Srinu himself, sitting beside her in the video.

At first, Srinu thought Ganga was looking at him, silently asking for help as Javed pressed against her. "Is she looking to me for protection?" he wondered. But then, it hit him—her glance wasn’t a plea for help. She wasn’t looking at him for reassurance. She was checking to see if he was watching.

Srinu: (horrified, his heart sinking) "She’s not looking for help... she’s making sure I’m not watching!"

In that moment, everything changed. Srinu realized that Ganga wasn’t just passively enduring Javed’s advances—she was aware of them, and worse, she was actively checking to see if she could get away with it while he was distracted.

Srinu could not help but notice how her moods were changing from the start, at first when she saw them she was afraid of them and felt disgusted. Then she became anxious when javed started touching her. Now she was being careful about getting caught by him. 


Srinu watched the video with his eyes wide open, his heart pounding in disbelief as the footage played out before him. Every second felt like an eternity. The situation escalated as a kissing scene began on the movie screen. The hero and heroine on screen were passionately locked in a kiss, their intensity only fueling Javed’s behavior. Srinu watched helplessly as Javed’s movements became more aggressive—his shoulder rubbing against Ganga’s with even more force.

Ganga’s discomfort was evident. Her face twisted into an expression of pain, and she turned to look at Javed, her eyes meeting his in a moment of intense, uncomfortable silence. Their gaze locked for what felt like an eternity. Srinu could see the unease in her eyes, but he could also see Javed’s growing audacity.

Then, without warning, Javed leaned in closer, his face moving toward Ganga’s, clearly intending to kiss her. Srinu’s heart stopped as he watched in horror. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. "Is he really going to kiss her?" Srinu’s mind screamed. His hands trembled as he watched Javed’s head tilt, closing the distance between them.

But just when it seemed inevitable, Ganga, in a sudden reflex, pulled away from Javed. She narrowly avoided his lips, missing the kiss by just a few centimeters. Srinu, in shock, immediately rewound the video, his eyes scanning every frame. "Did they kiss?" he asked himself, watching it over and over. But to his relief, Ganga had moved away in time, her face just barely out of Javed’s reach.

Srinu exhaled, his tension momentarily relieved. But as he continued to watch, he saw that when Ganga moved to avoid the kiss, she had bumped into him—his past self—sitting to her right. In the video, Srinu saw himself turn toward Ganga, his face showing concern. Javed and ChaCha, sensing that Srinu had noticed the movement, quickly went back to their original positions, pretending to watch the movie as if nothing had happened.

Watching this scene unfold made Srinu remember the moment when Ganga had leaned toward him that day and softly said, "Srinu, can we switch seats? I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable sitting here." At the time, it had seemed like a reasonable request, and without much thought, Srinu had agreed. He could now see in the video as they switched seats.

As Srinu took the seat next to Javed in the video, he noticed the subtle shift in Javed and ChaCha’s behavior. They grew quiet, and their mischievous grins faded. He saw Javed turn to ChaCha and mutter in disappointment.

Javed: (with a frustrated tone) "ChaCha, video band kar... uska pati dekh lega [ChaCha, stop the video... her husband might see]."

Srinu then watched as ChaCha abruptly stopped recording, and the screen went black. The video had ended, leaving Srinu alone in his office, staring at the blank screen in disbelief.

For a few moments, he just sat there, frozen in his chair, trying to piece together everything he had just witnessed. "How could I have been so ignorant?" he thought, berating himself for not realizing what had been happening right beside him that day. He had known something was off, but watching the video had shown him just how much he had missed.

His mind raced, replaying Ganga’s request to switch seats. "Was she really uncomfortable like she said? Or did she have no choice but to switch because she accidentally bumped into me, and I noticed them misbehaving?" The question gnawed at him. Had Ganga switched seats out of genuine discomfort, or had she done it to avoid being caught?