Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

[Rangabaashyam]

Ganga ji ka chunni

[Navipal007]

You don't owe us a thing but promising to upload story every weekend and then not doing it and leaving us all hanging is a disservice to the readers who were in love with your creation.

[NovelNavel]

Lovely !!!!!!!!!!!!

[val.coutinho]

You don't owe us a thing but promising to upload story every weekend and then not doing it and leaving us all hanging is a disservice to the readers who were in love with your creation.

Very well said

[kk007007]

KK.. where are you bro... weekend is upon us and we're waiting to see the true colors of Ganga!!

Atleast let us know if update is coming or not or any tentative date/day. So that we won't live in false hopes !!!

You don't owe us a thing but promising to upload story every weekend and then not doing it and leaving us all hanging is a disservice to the readers who were in love with your creation.

Guys when ever you dont find updates for a long time.. understand that i'm on work weeks.. 

Like i already explained i work on hybrid model.. some weeks i work from home n others from office.. 

So, even if I don't give any heads up.. Consider that I am on my work weeks.

Don't get discouraged my fellow perverts

you may be few who are left still reading this story but you are dedicated and I appreciate it.

cheers

[plsubhash1979]

Please give big update waiting for Ganga's mischievous secret act

[tomdickharry2024]

Good to hear from you!

[mansi shah]

pls update

[raja shri]

Waiting for hot and big update Bro...

[raja shri]

Brother, when are you giving the next update? Please let us know the date as soon as possible...bcz i can't wait theatre scene..

[kk007007]

Calm before the storm?

As soon as the clock hit 5 p.m., Srinu rushed home, his mind racing with thoughts of the recovered videos. Ganga opened the door, but Srinu was already halfway to his room.


Ganga (playfully concerned): "What's the hurry? At least freshen up first!"

Srinu (grumbling): "Uh, yeah... I’ll go freshen up."

Reluctantly, he headed upstairs, changed, and splashed some water on his face. When he came back down, his eyes were fixed on the door to his office room, but before he could enter, Ganga caught his hand.

Ganga (curious and slightly concerned): "You've just come from the office, and now you're heading into your room again? What’s wrong with you? You’ve been spending so much time alone in there these days."

Srinu (fumbling nervously): "Ah... I... I had some work left from today, so I was..."

Ganga (interrupting, slightly playful but firm): "It’s always about work! When will you spend time with your wife?"

She pulled him to the sofa and made him sit down. Then, she went into the kitchen and returned with two cups of hot coffee.

Ganga (smiling): "Here, have some coffee. Let’s watch something together, just like old times."

Srinu (thinking to himself): "Why does she act so innocent? Does she not realize what I know?"

As Srinu took the coffee from her, memories of her touching the waterboy’s fingers flashed in his mind. The image of her pallu dropping in front of the milkman added fuel to his growing anxiety. He tried to focus on the TV, but his mind kept drifting.

After watching a couple of episodes, Ganga got up to prepare dinner. Srinu saw this as his opportunity to sneak into his room.

Srinu (thinking): "Now’s my chance..."

But he hesitated, worried Ganga might come looking for him.

Srinu (frustrated, whispering to himself): "What if she checks on me? I can’t afford to raise any suspicions."

He clenched his fists, trying to calm his nerves. Deciding it was best to wait until she went to bed, he forced himself to stay put.

Srinu (whispering in impatience): "Just a little longer... once she’s asleep, I’ll get the answers I need."

Ganga and Srinu had dinner while watching TV, as usual. Afterward, they both headed to bed. Srinu lay beside her, waiting patiently, pretending to fall asleep. Once he was sure that Ganga was sound asleep, he carefully slipped out of bed, tiptoeing his way downstairs to his office.

He quickly logged into the computer, where the recovery software was still running. Srinu’s heart raced as he saw that another 33% of data had been recovered, bringing the total recovery to 66%. He navigated back to the same folder containing the video files and clicked on the video that had been stuck last time—where Ganga had given Javed and Chacha that mischievous smile.

Srinu (thinking): "Let’s see what happens next..."

He clicked the resume button, and the video started playing right from where it had stopped last time. Srinu watched as Ganga, after smiling at Javed and Chacha’s celebration, turned her head toward him as he handed her the popcorn and drink. She took the popcorn with her left hand and placed her drink in the cupholder attached to the armrest between her and Srinu.

The lights in the theater dimmed once again as the second half of the movie began. Srinu noticed that he, in the video, seemed more alert now compared to the first half. He could see his past self glancing over his left shoulder regularly, as if checking on why Ganga had chosen to sit back in her original seat beside Javed.

Srinu (thinking, frustrated): "I remember this part... I was so confused that night, wondering why she went back to sit next to Javed."

He could see himself in the video, tense and wary, keeping an eye on Ganga and the men beside her, but trying not to make it obvious.

Srinu continued watching the video, his eyes wide with disbelief as the scene unfolded. A few minutes into the second half of the movie, Srinu and Ganga were casually having their popcorn and drinks. Srinu saw his past self on the screen, doing something playful, like a romantic couple would. He waited for Ganga to take a sip of her drink and place it back in the cupholder between them. Just as she was about to do so, Srinu moved his hand to grab her drink, but Ganga dodged him just in time, saving her drink with a playful smile.

Ganga (playfully, with a teasing smile): "Better luck next time."

Srinu (disappointed but playing along): "I just want to drink your juices, baby."

Ganga leaned in closer to him, her smile turning more mischievous.

Ganga (with a wink): "To do that, you'll have to wait till tonight."



Srinu (grinning): "Oh, I will, baby. I will."

They both turned back to the movie, but Srinu couldn’t help but notice how Ganga’s smile lingered as she took small sips of her drink.

In the video, Javed and Chacha, overhearing their conversation, exchanged glances. Javed gave Chacha a subtle signal, and Srinu saw Chacha lean over to say something, just loud enough for Ganga to hear.

Chacha (in a low, teasing voice): "Javed miya, kya tumhari heroine apni juices hume bhi peene degi?" [Javed, will your heroine let us drink her juices too?]

Javed (smugly, responding to Chacha): "Kya pata, chacha. Aaj raat shayad uske pati ki jagah hume hi mil jaye." [Who knows, Chacha. Maybe tonight, we'll get to drink instead of her husband.]

Srinu, watching the video, felt his stomach churn. Ganga’s response—or lack thereof—was unnerving. Instead of reacting with anger or disgust, she turned and looked at Javed and Chacha with an expression that seemed more like curiosity than rejection, almost as if she were questioning them silently, 

"Will you drink my juices?"



Srinu (muttering to himself): "What the hell...? Why didn’t she react?!"

He continued watching, his insides twisting. Ganga turned her head back toward the movie, finishing her drink casually. Srinu saw the moment when Ganga was about to place her empty cup in the cupholder between them, but at the same time, Srinu also moved to put his drink in the holder. Their drinks collided with a small clanking sound.

Ganga (with a soft laugh): "Oh, sorry Srinu, go ahead and put your drink there. I'll put mine in the other one."

Srinu watched with growing discomfort as Ganga casually placed her finished drink in the cupholder between her and Javed instead. But what really caught his attention was the glance she gave Javed from the corner of her eye as she did it.

Srinu (thinking to himself): "Did she really just put her drink there because my cupholder was occupied, or because of what Javed and Chacha said about wanting to drink her juices?"

The moment Ganga placed her cup, Javed immediately grabbed it, but before he could take a sip, Chacha stopped him, and the two began playfully fighting over who would get to taste her drink first. Srinu watched the video, feeling his anger rise as Ganga giggled at their antics.



Srinu (muttering furiously under his breath): "What a whore! What an absolute fucking whore!"

Javed finally won the playful battle and began licking the rim of Ganga’s cup, as if savoring the spot where her lips had touched. Srinu saw Ganga glance at Javed, watching as he slurped the last drops of her drink like it was nectar. She even stole a glance at Chacha, who sat in disappointment, asking Javed to leave him a few drops.

Srinu (disgusted, muttering): "She’s enjoying this... she’s actually enjoying this...!"

His hands clenched into fists as he watched the scene unfold, unable to reconcile what he was seeing with the Ganga he thought he knew. The sight of Javed licking the cup and Ganga’s subtle reactions left him more confused and enraged than ever.

In the video, Javed, after drinking Ganga's drink, placed it back in the cupholder between him and Ganga. Chacha elbowed Javed, visibly frustrated.

Chacha (angrily): "Abbey Javed, pura tune hi peeliya! Mujhe bhi thoda peene dete!" [You drank the whole thing! You should’ve let me have some too!]

Javed (smirking): "Chacha, wo meri heroine hai. Wo mujhe peene ke liye diya, tumhe nahi." [Chacha, she's my heroine. She gave it for me to drink, not you.]

Chacha, feeling left out, shot back with a dismissive tone.

Chacha (annoyed): "Wo drink tujhe nahi diya! Drink rakhne ke liye jagah nahi thi, isliye tujhe mila." [She didn’t give it to you. She just had no place to put it.]

Javed (teasing): "Chacha, tum jal rahe ho ki mere paas heroine hai aur tumhare paas nahi hai." [Chacha, you’re just jealous because I have a heroine and you don’t.]

Chacha, trying to save face, retorted sarcastically.

Chacha (mocking): "Teri heroine kaisi hai? Wo tumhe chhune bhi nahi deti!" [What kind of heroine is she? She won’t even let you touch her!]

Javed, to protect his pride, turned serious.

Javed (defiantly): "Accha, main tumhe dikhata hoon ki wo meri heroine hai." [Fine, I’ll show you that she’s my heroine.]

Then, Javed began moving toward Ganga to touch his shoulder to hers.

Srinu, watching the video in the present, noticed something—his past self, sitting beside Ganga, was more alert now. Every time Javed tried to move closer to Ganga, Srinu (in the past) turned his head toward them, stopping Javed from making any moves. Chacha, meanwhile, was being careful while recording the video.

Javed (in the video, frustrated, turning to Chacha): "Abbey yaar, uska chu... pati is taraf hi dekh raha hai." [Man, her damn husband keeps looking this way.]

Chacha was about to respond when something caught his eye. He peeked over Javed’s right shoulder with wide eyes and signaled for Javed to look to his right. Javed turned and saw something that made him grin: Ganga’s hand was back on the armrest.

Javed (happily to Chacha): "Dekha, Chacha?" [See, Chacha?]

Javed wasted no time and moved his right hand onto the armrest, relishing the feel of Ganga’s soft skin.

Srinu (in the present, shouting angrily at the screen): "Why did she put her hand back on the armrest? Is she helping him touch her? That bitch!"

In the video, Javed enjoyed the contact for a few seconds before Srinu (in the past) turned his head again, forcing Javed to pull his hand away. This pattern repeated a few more times, each time Javed was forced to retreat as Srinu turned toward them.

Srinu (in the present, muttering): "At least I denied him the pleasure of touching her for long."

But the relief was short-lived. In the video, Javed turned to Chacha for help.

Javed (whispering urgently to Chacha): "Yaar Chacha, uske pati ko dekhte rehna. Jab wo is taraf dekhega, mujhe batana. Theek hai?" [Chacha, keep an eye on her husband. Let me know when he looks this way.]

Chacha nodded in agreement, and with Chacha watching Srinu, Javed was now able to touch Ganga's hand without much interruption. In the present, Srinu's anger built up.

Srinu (muttering furiously): "Why isn't she reacting? Why isn’t she moving her hand away like before? Why isn't she telling me, sitting right next to her?"

The video continued with Javed enjoying the contact, while Chacha kept lookout. But there came a moment when Chacha, distracted with adjusting his lungi and rubbing his own penis, failed to watch Srinu. Srinu in the video was about to turn his head toward Javed, ready to catch him touching Ganga’s hand.

Srinu (in the present, watching intently): "Now, I’ll catch you, you bastard!"

But what happened next stunned Srinu in the present.

Just as Srinu (in the past) was about to turn his head, At that exact moment, Ganga took her pallu with her right hand, wiped her mouth to clean the popcorn salt off her face, and casually dropped her pallu. The fabric fell onto her left hand, which was resting on the armrest between her and Javed. Her pallu ended up covering both her hand and Javed’s hand.

Srinu (in the present, shouting in disbelief and anger, wanting to punch the screen): "Did she do this on purpose? Is she helping him touch her? That bitch!"

The pallu now acted as a cover, hiding the contact between Javed’s hand and Ganga’s. Srinu (in the past) turned his head back to the movie, unaware of what was happening under the cover of Ganga’s saree.

Srinu (in the present, furious): "She's hiding it... she's covering it up?? Why isn’t she stopping him? She’s letting this happen! And I’m sitting right there! Why?!"

As Srinu wondered whether Ganga had intentionally dropped her pallu over the armrest. Meanwhile, in the video, Javed and Chacha were equally amused. They exchanged smug looks and wicked smiles, realizing what had just happened. The pallu covering both hands gave Javed the freedom to enjoy touching Ganga’s hand without any worry of being caught.

Srinu's eyes stayed locked on the screen as he watched Javed delicately rubbing his hand against Ganga's under the soft cover of her pallu. Javed’s movements were slow and careful, as if savoring every second of contact. His fingertips brushed lightly against her skin, exploring the smooth surface of her hand, rubbing his own skin against hers with a subtle, teasing motion. Each gentle brush of his hand sent a wave of satisfaction through Javed’s face, his wicked smile growing wider as he continued.

Srinu (watching the video, his hands clenched into fists): "Why isn’t she moving her hand away?"

Meanwhile, Ganga was doing everything she could to keep her composure. She sat completely still, her body tense, her face a mask of calm as she focused on the movie in front of her. But Srinu, watching the video, could see the slight tremble in her hand and the way her lips pressed together as if she was holding back some internal conflict. Her breathing had quickened, but she was trying desperately to make it seem normal.

Meanwhile, Chacha, sitting next to Javed, His right hand moved under his lungi, rubbing his erect penis through the cloth with slow, steady strokes.

Javed, noticing that Ganga was not resisting or moving her hand away, felt emboldened and wanted more than just the subtle touch they were sharing. Slowly, he lifted his hand slightly above hers, intending to slide his fingers over her soft, delicate ones, tracing the smooth surface of her palm. Ganga became aware of his intentions; her breathing grew heavier as she glanced at Javed from the corner of her eye. The tension between them was palpable.

As Javed was about to make contact, aiming to grasp her palm more fully, an unexpected interruption occurred. Suddenly, everyone around them began to stand up as the national anthem played as part of a pivotal movie scene. All three—Javed, ChaCha, and Ganga—were taken by surprise. Javed and ChaCha quickly halted their actions, attempting to appear inconspicuous.

Srinu, watching the video in the present, saw his past self being the first to rise from his seat out of respect for the national anthem. In the video, Ganga remained seated momentarily, trying to steady her emotions and regain composure. Srinu (in the past) turned to her with a gentle urgency.

Srinu (in the video, softly urging): "Get up, baby! It's our national anthem."

Ganga nodded, her face reflecting a mix of emotions, and began to prepare to stand. Meanwhile, Javed and ChaCha remained seated, blatantly ignoring the anthem. Srinu, watching this in the video, recalled how lowly he thought of them at that moment.

As Ganga placed her popcorn bucket aside and stood up, she inadvertently forgot that her phone was resting on her lap. As she rose, the phone slipped and fell to the floor with a soft thud.

Ganga (surprised, whispering to herself): "Oh no!"

Instinctively, she bent down to retrieve it. Due to her petite stature, when she bent over, her hips were at the perfect height, directly in front of Javed's seated face. Javed couldn't believe his luck; it was as if fate had handed him a moment he'd only dreamed of. His eyes widened, and a sly grin spread across his face.

Javed (in his mind, overjoyed): "Is this really happening? Thank you, God!"

Seizing the moment, Javed leaned in ever so slightly, bringing his face closer to Ganga's form. His nose brushed gently against the fabric of her saree covering her ass. He took a deep, deliberate breath, attempting to inhale her scent as much as possible.

Ganga, in that instant, felt the faint touch of Javed's nose against her. Realization struck her like lightning. Her eyes widened, and a flush of shock and embarrassment washed over her. She quickly grabbed her phone and stood upright, stepping slightly forward to create distance.

Javed, caught in his own moment of twisted bliss, leaned back into his seat, his eyes closed, an expression of utter satisfaction on his face—as if he'd just experienced something heavenly. His lips curled into a self-satisfied smile.

Srinu, watching this unfold on the video, felt a surge of intense anger rise within him. In the present, he was biting down on his hand, his nails digging into his palm to suppress the scream of rage threatening to escape.

Srinu (in the present, seething): "That despicable creep! How dare he!"

Meanwhile, ChaCha, still seated next to Javed in the video, was fuming for entirely different reasons. He had witnessed Javed's audacious act and was consumed with jealousy and frustration.

ChaCha (furiously elbowing Javed): "Utho [Get up], benchod, muje chhod ke tu akle maze le raha hai! [You’re enjoying alone without me!]"

Javed (irritated, opening his eyes slowly): "Kya chacha... tik se maze bhi nahi lene dete ho! [What, ChaCha... you don't even let me enjoy properly!]"

ChaCha (still angry, but pleading): "Muje bhi uski gaand sungna hai. Chalo seats badalte hain! [I want to smell her ass too. Come on, let's switch seats!]"

Javed (mocking ChaCha): "Meh apni seat nahi dunga, wo meri heroine hai. Wo kyu tume apni gaand sungne degi? [I won't give up my seat, she’s my heroine. Why would she let you smell her ass?]"

ChaCha (letting go of his anger, pleading even more): "Please Javed, muje bhi sungna hai. Tumhari seat muje de de! [Please, Javed, I want to smell it too. Give me your seat!]"

Javed (looking at ChaCha's desperate face, thinking): "Abey Chacha, agar meh seat dunga bhi toh iska kya guarantee hai wo phir se jhukegi? [Even if I give you my seat, what’s the guarantee that she’ll bend over again?]"

ChaCha (determined, nodding confidently): "Wo baat muje pe chhod de, meh dua karunga ki wo phir se jhuke! [Leave that to me, I’ll pray to god to make her bend over again!]"

ChaCha kept pleading with Javed for his seat, his desperation clear in his voice, but Javed stubbornly refused to switch.

ChaCha (pleading): "Javed, please yaar! Muje bhi ek baar... [Let me just once...]"

Javed (smugly): "Nahi, chacha. Mera seat nahi milega. [No, ChaCha. You won't get my seat.]"

Frustrated and realizing Javed wouldn’t budge, ChaCha clasped his hands together and began silently praying to God for Ganga to bend over again.

Meanwhile, Ganga stood with flushed cheeks, clearly embarrassed by what Javed had done when she bent down to get her phone. Srinu, watching the video intently, saw Ganga glancing down to her left, where Javed and ChaCha sat. She noticed how both of them were arguing, and ChaCha’s ridiculous prayer for her to bend over again which made her blush even more. The scene left Srinu in disbelief.

As Srinu continued watching the video, seeing Ganga's subtle reactions, a crushing feeling weighed on his chest. "Is she actually going to oblige?" he thought to himself, horrified at the possibility. The events so far—the looks, the touches, and now the embarrassment on her face—made him feel like the ground was slipping beneath his feet. He could barely believe that he, her husband, was now predicting her moves in favor of Javed and ChaCha, rather than holding on to the faith he once had in her.

Srinu (with a sinking heart, muttering): "How did it come to this...?"

He was shocked at himself, realizing how low his trust had fallen, and he watched the video with a knot in his stomach, waiting for what would happen next.

Srinu watched in disbelief as the video unfolded before his eyes, showing the moment when Ganga turned to him and spoke in a casual, almost playful tone.

Ganga (playfully): "Srinu, can you take a short video of us standing for the national anthem on my phone? I want to upload it to Insta."

Srinu, watching his past self on the screen, saw how the interaction played out. Ganga moved to give him her phone, but it slipped and fell.

Srinu (in the video, calmly): "Oh! Don’t worry, I’ll get it."

But just as he was about to bend down, Ganga stopped him with a sweet smile.

Ganga (gently, but insistent): "No, Srinu. It was my mistake. I’ll get it. You just sing the national anthem."

Watching the video closely, Srinu noticed a subtle pause before Ganga bent down to retrieve her phone. His eyes narrowed as he caught a quick glance Ganga gave Javed and ChaCha before she bent over.

Srinu (in his mind, questioning): "Is she... signaling them?"

She bent down slowly, taking much longer to retrieve her phone this time compared to earlier.



Both Javed and ChaCha were visibly caught off guard by the unexpected opportunity. ChaCha, in particular, looked ecstatic that his "prayers" had been answered. Before Javed could even react, ChaCha lunged forward, pinning Javed back into his seat with one hand and shamelessly pushing his face forward to sniff Ganga's ass.

Srinu (in disgust, muttering): "As expected... this randi [whore] is letting them smell her ass again."

What disturbed Srinu even more wasn’t just what was happening in the video, but his own response to it. He realized that he wasn’t even shocked by Ganga’s actions anymore. Instead, he had started predicting her behavior, almost expecting it. He felt a cold, bitter realization wash over him.

As the video played on, Srinu watched ChaCha practically snorting like a pig as he inhaled deeply, his face pressed disturbingly close to Ganga’s ass. Ganga, still bent down, seemed to take her time "searching" for her phone, allowing the lewd act to continue. Srinu could only clench his fists, feeling more humiliated than angry.

Just then, Javed gathered his strength and shoved ChaCha back into his seat, trying to take his place. But before Javed could get close enough, Ganga stood up abruptly, glancing back quickly at both Javed and ChaCha with a sly, knowing look.

Javed turned to ChaCha, his face twisted in anger, but ChaCha was too lost in his own moment of bliss, mumbling incoherently with his eyes closed, still savoring the moment.

ChaCha (in a daze, mumbling): "Javed miya... meh neh jannat sungh chuka hun, bas ab mar bhi jawonga toh gam nahi... [Javed, I’ve smelled heaven... even if I die now, I have no regrets.]"

As the national anthem finished, everyone in the theater sat back down, including Srinu and Ganga.

Srinu (casually): "Oh sorry, baby, we didn’t shoot your video in time."

Ganga (smiling softly): "Don’t worry, Srinu. I’ll post something else."

They both settled into their seats, the atmosphere seemingly normal between them. But Srinu’s mind, watching this in the video now, was anything but calm. He was replaying everything that had happened, especially the interaction between Ganga, Javed, and ChaCha.

Meanwhile, in the video, listening to ChaCha’s blissful mumblings about Ganga’s ass made Javed think deeply about the moment they had just experienced. Controlling his frustration and jealousy, Javed turned to ChaCha with a smirk.

Javed (tentatively): "Chacha, abhi toh sirf jaant sunghne ka moka mila hai, agar jaant dekhne ka moka mil jaaye tho... [Chacha, we only got the chance to smell her ass, but if we get a chance to actually see it...]"

Javed glanced at Ganga, his eyes filled with hope, as if silently requesting more from her. Srinu, watching the video in the present, felt a knot in his stomach. He couldn’t help but wonder if Ganga would accept Javed’s vile request the same way she had seemingly obliged ChaCha earlier by bending down.

Srinu (in his mind, nervously questioning): "Is she going to accept this too? Is she really going to let this happen?"

But to his relief, Srinu saw that Ganga simply turned her head away from Javed, giving no indication that she had acknowledged or accepted his disgusting request. Her rejection was quiet, but clear.

In the video, ChaCha, still recovering from his earlier excitement, noticed Javed’s silent request and Ganga’s apparent rejection. He grew curious and asked Javed directly.

ChaCha (anxiously): "Kya hua Javed? Wo kya boli? [What happened, Javed? What did she say?]"

Javed (disappointed): "Kuch nahi Chacha, bas wo mujhe nazaranjaz kar diya. [Nothing, Chacha. She just ignored me.]"

ChaCha, however, wasn’t ready to let the idea go so easily.

ChaCha (eagerly): "Phir se pucho, Javed miya! [Ask her again, Javed!]"

Javed hesitated. He could see Ganga was now talking to Srinu, her attention fully on her husband.

Javed (nervously): "Abey Chacha, wo uske pati se baat kar rahi hai! [She’s talking to her husband right now!]"

ChaCha’s excitement quickly turned into frustration.

ChaCha (angrily): "Abey Javed, tu toh phatu hai! Ruko, main hi puchta hoon! [You’re such a coward, Javed! Fine, I’ll ask her myself!]"

But Javed panicked, pulling ChaCha back by the arm.

Javed (in a hurry, whispering): "Arey Chacha, pagal ho gaye ho kya? Uska pati dekh lega! [Chacha, have you gone mad? Her husband will see!]"

The two of them began quietly bickering in their seats about whether to directly approach Ganga or not, their argument growing more ridiculous by the minute.

Watching Javed and ChaCha’s argument unfold in the video, Srinu’s anger bubbled beneath the surface. He couldn’t help but notice the audacity of these two scoundrels. What shocked him the most wasn’t just their behavior, but the ease with which they now felt comfortable openly discussing talking to Ganga directly, unlike previously they were only giving her indirect signals about their intentions. It was as though they believed Ganga had come to the movie with them, not with him, her husband.

Before Javed and Chacha could finish their argument and ask Ganga, the movie ended. The lights brightened as the credits rolled, and everyone in the theater stood up to leave, heading for the two exits—one on the right and one on the left.

Srinu, still watching the video, saw his past self and Ganga rising from their seats. He noticed himself leading the way towards the right exit, while Ganga followed him closely. Javed and Chacha, on the other hand, were the last to get up. Their eyes followed Ganga as she left with her husband, walking as if nothing had happened between her and the two of them.

Chacha (frustrated, nudging Javed): "Abey Javed, dekh teri heroine chali jaa rahi hai. Maine pehle hi bola tha, ek baar puch le usse! [Look, your heroine is leaving. I told you earlier, you should’ve asked her!]"

Javed (irritated): "Arey Chacha, tu phir se shuru mat kar. Soch, usko kaise bulaaye aur uske pati ko bhi pata na chale. [Chacha, don't start again. Think about how we can get her attention without her husband noticing.]"

Chacha (quickly replying): "Tu kaise bhi kar ke usko humare taraf dekhne pe majboor karo, wah se mein sambhal lunga. [You somehow make her look at us, I'll handle it from there.]"

Javed, desperate to make a final move, made a weird noise with his mouth. By now, everyone around them was tired of their antics and ignored them completely. But to Srinu’s growing unease, Ganga turned her head toward them.

Chacha (seeing his chance, made a dirty signal with his face): He gave her a lewd expression, indicating she should follow them.



Srinu, still glued to the video, watched as Ganga immediately understood Chacha's vulgar suggestion. Her face filled with disgust and anger, she glared at them and then quickly turned away, following her husband towards the exit.

Chacha (disappointed, muttering to Javed): "Kya Javed, teri heroine humein kutto ki tarah dekh ke chali gayi. [Javed, your heroine just looked at us like we're dogs and walked away.]"

Javed (shaking his head in confusion): "Mujhe bhi wohi baat samajh nahi aa rahi hai, Chacha. [I don't understand it either, Chacha.]"

Chacha (mocking, with a smirk): "Magar ab tak tu toh bol raha tha ki woh tumhare saath rehna chahti hai? [But weren't you saying she wanted to stay with you?]"

Javed (sadly, feeling defeated): "Main bhi wohi soch raha hoon, Chacha. Tu bhi toh dekh raha tha kaise mere paas baithi thi aur humein uski gaand sunghne di thi. [That's what I thought too. You saw how she sat near me and let us smell her ass, right?]"

Chacha, noticing Javed’s sad expression, put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Chacha (consoling, with a sigh): "Arey Javed, chhod usko. Chalo hum room chalke daaru peete hain. [Forget her, Javed. Let's go back to the room and have some drinks.]"

Javed and Chacha, disappointed and defeated, slowly walked toward the left exit after the movie, convinced that this would be the last time they would ever see Ganga. Their steps heavy with regret, they reminisced about the night’s events.

Chacha (frustrated, trying to cheer Javed up): "Arey Javed, abhi tak tu muh latkaye chal raha hai! [Javed, why are you still sulking?]"

Javed (sighing, his voice low): "Arey Chacha, usko bhool nahi paa raha hoon. Kya ladki thi woh. Uska pati zaroor usko aaj raat bhar chodega. [I can’t forget her, man. What a girl she was. Her husband is definitely going to fuck her all night.]"

Chacha (smugly, with a mischievous grin): "Uska pati kahan raat bhar chhod paayega? Humare paas aati toh usko pata chalta raat bhar chudwaane ka mazaa kya hota hai. [Her husband won’t last all night. If she came to us, then she’d know what it means to get fucked all night.]"

Javed (chuckling for a moment but quickly becoming disappointed again): "Haan Chacha, sahi bola. Tum aur main milke usko raat bhar chhodte. [Yeah, Chacha, you’re right. You and I would’ve fucked her all night.]"

Javed's laughter quickly faded as he realized that this would be the last time he would ever see her.

Chacha (noticing Javed’s mood): "Abbey Javed, uske jaise bohot saari randiyaan milengi. Tu fikar mat kar! [Come on, Javed, we’ll find plenty of whores like her. Don’t worry!]"

Javed (shaking his head, clearly still upset): "Arey Chacha, woh badi ghar ki ladki thi. Koi randikhane ki randi nahi jo humein phir milengi. [She was a high-class girl, not some brothel whore that we’ll find again.]"

Chacha (with a knowing smirk): "Javed miya, tum abhi chhote ho, tumhe kuch nahi pata. Asal randiyaan toh yeh badi ghar ki ladkiyaan hoti hain. [Javed, you’re still young, you don’t know anything. The real whores are these high-class girls.]"

Javed (surprised, his eyes wide): "Yeh kya bol rahe ho, Chacha? Sacch mein woh randiyaan hoti hain? [What are you saying, Chacha? Are they really the whores?]"

Chacha (smirking, full of confidence): "Haan Javed. Jab bhi hum log badi ghar mein majdoori karne jaate hain, toh un ghar ki auratein hum jaise majdooron se chudwaane ka sochti rehti hain. [Yes, Javed. Every time we go to work at these big houses, those women are always thinking about getting fucked by men like us.]"

Javed (innocent and in disbelief): "Sacch mein, Chacha? [Really, Chacha?]"

Chacha (nodding, confidently): "Haan Javed miya. Yeh bade ghar ki auratein humare jaise mardon ka lund khada karwake chali jaati hain. [Yes, Javed. These high-class women always get our cocks hard and then walk away.]"

Javed (agreeing, feeling bitter): "Haan Chacha, yeh baat toh sacch hai. Sali randi bhi humara lund khada karwaake apne pati ke saath chali gayi. [Yeah, that’s true, Chacha. That whore also got our dicks hard and then left with her husband.]"

Chacha (reassuring, determined): "Haan Javed, isliye keh raha hoon, agle baar jab wo milegi toh kuch mat puch, bas chhod daalne ka. [Exactly, Javed. That’s why I’m telling you, next time we see her, don’t wait to ask her. Just fuck her.]"

Javed (sadly, realizing it may not happen again): "Zaroor chhod denge, Chacha. Magar wo phir se kyu milegi? Ab tak toh wo apne pati ke saath ghar bhi pahunch gayi hongi. [Of course we will, Chacha, but why would we see her again? By now, she’s probably already home with her husband.]"

Just as Javed finished speaking, both of them heard a familiar voice from behind.

Ganga’s voice (soft, almost as if she didn’t expect to see them): "Excuse me, is there a way out from here?"

Javed, Chacha, and Srinu, watching from the video, all froze in shock. Their jaws dropped as they turned around to see Ganga standing there, looking at them.

It was the last thing any of them expected.

Still in shock, Srinu (thinking to himself): "So she was here while I was waiting at the exit door."

As he watched the video, Srinu vividly remembered the confusion and worry he felt that day, waiting near the exit, expecting Ganga to follow him as they usually did after a movie. He had waited, anxiously scanning the crowd, calling her name, thinking she must have been caught up in the crowd or the restroom. He even recalled pacing around the theater, hoping to see her. But now, watching this video, he realized that one of his many unanswered questions had finally been answered—Ganga was with Javed and Chacha, away from his sight.

Javed and Chacha took a while to come out of their shock.

Javed (smirking, slowly): "Dekha Chacha, maine bola tha na, wo mere paas aayegi." (See, Chacha, didn’t I tell you she would come to me?)

Chacha (still in disbelief, shaking his head): "Haan Javed, yeh toh sach mein chudwana chahti hai." (Yes, Javed, she really does want to get fucked.)

Javed (happily, with excitement): "Toh is baar uske chale jaane se pehle jaldi puch lete hain." (So, let’s quickly ask her before she leaves this time.)

Chacha (impatiently, cutting him off, his tone aggressive): "Javed, tum phir bhool gaye ho kya? Iss baar kuch nahi puchna hai, bas chod daalna hai." (Javed, have you forgotten again? This time, don’t ask anything, just fuck her.)

Javed (nodding in agreement, now eager): "Chalo, chod daalenge." (Alright, let’s fuck her.)

Both Javed and Chacha ran toward Ganga, and as they approached, she understood their intentions. Her eyes widened in fear, and she bolted toward the ladies' toilet, running as fast as she could to escape.

Srinu (watching the video, shocked): "She never told me about this… she ran from them, but she didn’t say a word to me."

Ganga rushed into the toilet, slammed the door shut, and bolted it. Javed and Chacha, reaching the door moments later, started banging on it aggressively.

Chacha (furiously, yelling at the door): "Darwaza khol, randi!" (Open the door, whore!)

Javed (with fake politeness, pounding the door): "Darwaza khol do, madam." (Open the door, madam.)

They banged harder, growing more impatient by the second. From inside, Ganga’s trembling voice could be heard, full of fear: "Please don’t hurt me, let me go to my husband!"

Chacha (mocking, with a sly grin, looking at Javed): "Dekha Javed, kaise natak kar rahi hai." (See, Javed, how she’s pretending.)

Javed (raising his hand to signal Chacha to calm down, speaking calmly but frustrated): "Wo tumhari baaton se dar gayi hai, mujhe baat karne do." (She’s scared of what you said, let me talk to her.)

Javed (gently, trying to manipulate her): "Madam, please open the door."

Ganga (her voice trembling, pleading): "No, I will not open the door, please let me go!"

Javed (frustrated): "Madamji, aap humare paas wapas isliye aayi kyunki aap chudna chahti thi na? Phir ab kyun aise kar rahi ho?"
[Madam, didn’t you come back to us because you wanted to get fucked? Then why are you acting like this now?]

Srinu, watching the video, thought to himself. They were directly asking his wife about fucking her, and it seemed like all boundaries had disappeared, with only a door left guarding Ganga’s dignity.

Ganga (from behind the door, her voice shaking, still trying to hold control): "No, I didn’t come here for you. I just came to get my hairband, which I forgot in the bathroom after the first half of the movie."

Javed (with fake politeness, knocking on the door): "Madam ji, we both know you're lying. Just give us a chance, let us fuck you, and we promise you'll enjoy it."
He waits for a response, but the silence from the other side continues. His grin widens as he leans in closer to the door.

Javed (grinning): "First, I'll start with those soft lips of yours, madam ji. I'll kiss and suck them, slurping up your sweet saliva."
He turns to Chacha, who is grinning back, eager to join in.

Chacha (nodding, licking his lips): "And while Javed is kissing you, madam, I’ll get down and start licking your pussy. Don’t judge me by my looks, madam. I might look rough, but I’m the best pussy-licker in town."
Javed chuckles at Chacha's enthusiasm.

Javed (amused): "Oh yes, madam ji, Chacha won't stop until you give him an orgasm to drink."
Chacha’s grin stretches even wider, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Chacha (eagerly): "Oh yes, madam ji, I want to drink your pussy juices."
The two men pause again, expecting a reply, but there is only silence from Ganga. Javed sighs, growing more persistent.

Javed (calmly): "While Chacha is busy down there, I'll be massaging your big, soft boobs. I’ll pinch those nipples until they poke out of your blouse, madam ji."
Chacha (joining in, smirking): "And I'll massage your ass cheeks, madam. I’ll squeeze them hard while licking your pussy."
They pause, waiting once more, but Ganga remains silent. The tension grows as Javed’s patience begins to wear thin.

Javed (voice deepening with frustration): "Once we’ve gotten both your holes ready, madam, we’ll take turns fucking you. I promise you’ll enjoy it."
Chacha (grinning eagerly): "Madam ji, I'll worship your body, licking every inch of it."
Javed nods in agreement, his eyes narrowing in lust.

Javed (with conviction): "Oh yes, madam ji, we’ll fuck and lick you everywhere until you cum again and again."
They pause for another moment, but the silence persists. The lack of response makes Chacha frown in frustration.

Chacha (frustrated, turning to Javed): "Arey Javed, teri heroine door khol hi nahi rahi hai. Chalo, door tod dete hain."
(Javed, your heroine isn’t opening the door. Let’s break it down.)

Javed (shaking his head): "Arey Chacha, yeh hamara ghar nahi hai. Door nahi tod sakte. Koi dekh lega toh problem ho jayegi."
(Chacha, this isn’t our house. We can’t break the door. If someone sees, it’ll be a problem.)

Chacha (now more frustrated): "Toh phir kya kare? Iss door ke pass hi kutte ki tarah baithe rahein kya?"
(Then what do we do? Sit here like dogs?)

Javed (sighing, but trying one last time): "Ruko, aur ek baar try karte hain."
(Wait, let’s try one more time.)
He knocks again, pleading.
"Madam ji, please open the door."
But once again, there is no reply, and the door remains shut.

Chacha (defeated): "Chal Javed miya, yeh randi door nahi kholne wali."
(Come on, Javed, this bitch isn’t going to open the door.)
They start to walk away, but before taking another step, Javed bangs the door with his fist one last time. As they move a couple of steps away, they hear the door bolt opening with a faint click behind them.

Srinu, watching the video, wonders whether Ganga intentionally opened the door or if the banging made the bolt loose and caused it to open.

Javed and Chacha exchange surprised looks and slowly turn back, moving toward the door. They open it, stepping inside to find hand-wash sinks with mirrors above them. To the left, a corridor with lavatory cabins lies in front of them.

Javed and Chacha walk slowly down the corridor, noticing Ganga hiding behind the last lavatory cabin door, watching them anxiously.



srinu[watching the video] felt that her anxiousness was not due to fear as before, but out of curiosity about what Javed and Chacha would do to her.

Javed and Chacha took a couple of steps toward Ganga's lavatory cabin, but they had to stop when they heard someone shouting Ganga's name. Srinu, watching the video, remembered how he had been shouting her name and searching for her in the theater.

Javed (hearing Srinu’s past self shouting): "Chacha, uska pati aa raha hai." (Chacha, her husband is coming.)

Chacha (worried): "Haan Javed, ab kya karengey?" (Yes Javed, what will we do now?)

Javed (decisively): "Uska pati aane se pehle yahan se nikalte hain." (Let’s get out of here before her husband arrives.)

Chacha (looking at Ganga): "Teri heroine ka kya kare?" (What about your heroine?)

Javed (with a sly grin): "Mere paas ek plan hai, bahar chalo, batata hoon." (I have a plan, let’s go outside, I’ll tell you.)

They both left the bathroom. Srinu, watching them leave Ganga in the bathroom, thought, Why isn’t Ganga screaming for me even after hearing my voice? He also noticed that Chacha had stopped recording as they left, which caused the video to stop abruptly.

Sitting in the present, Srinu remembered how Ganga had come out of the bathroom calmly, even though she had been chased inside and threatened with bang. Why didn’t she say anything back then? Did she not want me to get into a fight with Javed and Chacha and risk getting hurt? Was she protecting me? Or... is there something else?

Curious, Srinu clicked on the next video. It started with javed and chacha standing outside the theater, next to the ladies' bathroom they had just been to.

Chacha (frustrated): "Arey yaar, uska pati gaand mein dum kar raha hai!" (Man, her husband’s really being a pain!)

Javed (seriously): "Haan Chacha, agar hume heroine chahiye toh pehle uske pati ko thikane lagana padega." (Yes Chacha, if we want the heroine, we’ll have to take care of her husband first.)

Chacha (understanding): "Accha, toh yeh tumhara plan hai?" (Oh, so this is your plan?)

Javed (nodding): "Haan Chacha, pehle unka peecha karna padega. Phir mauka milte hi uske pati ko thikane lagana padega." (Yes Chacha, we’ll follow them, and when the time is right, we’ll take care of her husband.)

Chacha (in agreement): "Haan Javed, tum theek keh rahe ho." (Yes Javed, you’re right.)

They both waited for Srinu and Ganga to come out of the theater. Srinu, watching the video, saw himself walking out of the theater with Ganga following closely behind, heading toward the parking lot.

Chacha (pointing): "Wo bike parking ki taraf jaa rahe hain." (They’re heading toward the bike parking.)

Javed (determined): "Chalo Chacha, unka peecha karte hain." (Come on Chacha, let’s follow them.)

Srinu watched as Javed and Chacha followed them into the parking lot. They were careful not to be seen, hiding behind the maintenance room, observing Srinu and Ganga.

Srinu saw his past self reaching the bike and climbing on it.

Javed (urgently): "Chacha, jaldi se wo rod lo! Wo log jaane wale hain." (Chacha, quickly grab that rod! They’re about to leave.)

Chacha quickly grabbed a rod lying inside the maintenance room. To get a good grip on it, he put his phone in his shirt pocket, and although the video was still recording, Srinu could now only see a black screen. However, he could hear the audio clearly.

He didn’t need to see the video to know what happened next—he remembered it all too well. He had been struck on the head from behind, and he fell to the ground. The audio captured the sound of his body hitting the floor, along with Ganga’s terrified screams.

Javed (ordering): "Arey Chacha, uske pati ko kheench ke us building mein le jao. Main apni heroine ko leke aata hoon." (Chacha, drag her husband into that building. I’ll get my heroine.)

As Chacha bent down to reach for Srinu’s body, his phone fell out of his pocket, and Srinu, watching the video, could briefly see his unconscious body lying on the ground. Chacha quickly picked up the phone, stopped the recording, and put it back in his pocket. The video ended, and the black screen returned to the monitor.

Srinu couldn’t help but feel chills running down his spine as he relived the moment he had been attacked. Gathering himself, he clicked on the next video, but a notification popped up: "Recovery in progress."

Seeing the notification, Srinu realized he had no choice but to wait until the recovery was complete. As he prepared for bed, he thought to himself, Tomorrow will be the day. One way or another, I will finally know the truth.

As Srinu made his way to the bedroom, he saw Ganga peacefully sleeping. Her face was calm, almost serene, as if nothing had ever disturbed her. But as Srinu stood there, watching her, a strange unease settled in his chest. Could this be the calm before the storm? he wondered. Tomorrow, when he would see the rest of the video, everything could change. The truth might shatter this peaceful image forever.

He tried to push the thoughts away, but they lingered. What more could Ganga have done in the video?

[sadlura]

Fantastic update. I hv been refreshing this page multiple times a day hoping to see words in the color blue...thank you sir..hoping the next update will come soon.

[plsubhash1979]

What an erotic story loved the update waiting for next mega update

[chellaporukki]

Excellent bro

[Prabhas Rasigan]

Super update

[tomdickharry2024]

You're an amazing writer my friend.. each update reveals so much and still keeps us wanting for more.. I was cursing like Srinu that the recovery had only progressed 33% more      Eagerly waiting for the recovery to complete!! 
Thank you!

[jaksa]

Best story i read sir amazing story screen play
Each scene tempting slow lust buildup super and waiting for next episode
Please give update this weekend so we can shag reading the ganga bang epsiode
Can't wait sir

[sri7869]

Excellent update

[Navipal007]

Glad to see you back. You've only fuelled fire in the ever growing anticipation of what happens next. Request you to update another one before the weekend though. You are a gifted story teller.

[Lollobionda]

Dear author,

I like the way you write (from the point of view of the main character in the story);
partly helpless, partly insecure, partly angry, partly humiliated, partly betrayed, partly determined ...
very interesting.
The juggling between past and present is a daring game with Srinu's mind as he abandons his 
rational thinking to single-mindedly move forward. 
But to get to the truth, he needs his sobriety, his composure, his head free of anger and resentment...

In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda