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The Thief

Srinu woke up in the morning, his mind immediately drawn to the video recovery. He sat up quickly, the anticipation of uncovering the truth pulling him out of bed. Without wasting a moment, he got up and went downstairs. As he passed the kitchen, he noticed Ganga already busy preparing breakfast, just like every other day. Her normal routine, her calm demeanor, only deepened the questions swirling in his mind.


He made his way quietly back to his room, careful not to disturb her. Opening his laptop, he checked the progress of the video recovery. The screen still displayed that it needed another 6-8 hours. Srinu quickly did the math—by the time he got back from the office, the recovery would be complete, and he would finally be able to watch the full footage. The thought stirred a mix of anxiety and impatience within him.

But there was another matter lingering in his mind—the mystery of the auto-wala, his instincts told him there was something more going on.

Spy cameras won’t be of much use outside the house, Srinu thought, so he decided to take matters into his own hands. His plan was simple: wait behind the wall near the house, just like yesterday, and follow Ganga and the auto-wala when they left. If there was anything suspicious happening, Srinu wanted to catch them red-handed. Today would be different—today, he wouldn’t just observe, he would act.

With his mindset, Srinu got ready for the day, knowing that his hunt for the truth would continue once he returned. Between the video recovery and his plan to follow Ganga, the day ahead felt like a ticking clock, counting down toward revelations he wasn’t sure he was ready for.

As usual, Srinu completed his morning routine and set off for the office. But, just like the day before, he took a left at the end of his street instead of a right, heading for his chosen hiding spot. He parked his bike discreetly and positioned himself behind the wall, keeping a careful eye on the house.

From his vantage point, Srinu noticed his neighbor, Aunty, busy washing clothes in her yard. She was a good friend of Ganga’s, and the two of them often spent time together, gossiping about TV serials and other neighborhood matters. Srinu knew he had to be more cautious now, as he couldn’t afford to be spotted by her. If she saw him lurking, questions would follow, and his plan to catch Ganga and the auto-wala red-handed would be ruined before it even began.

Minutes passed, and the usual morning activity began to unfold. First, the milkman came by, delivering his bottles with a friendly nod. Then the waterboy arrived, the two exchanging their usual greetings. But just as they always did, Srinu overheard their brief, cryptic conversation, the one that had been nagging at him for some time.

"...ganj ka...ni," they muttered to each other, just like every time they spoke with Ganga.

Srinu furrowed his brow, wondering once again what on earth those mysterious words meant. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard them exchange this phrase in front of Ganga, and it had been eating at him ever since. What the hell does 'ganj ka...ni' mean? he thought to himself, trying to make sense of it. It felt like a piece of a puzzle that refused to fit anywhere.

As the milkman and waterboy left, Srinu refocused his attention on the house, waiting for the auto-wala to arrive. The morning routine played out in front of him, and although everything seemed normal, Srinu’s gut told him that today might reveal something new. He stayed hidden, every muscle tense, waiting for the moment when Ganga would step outside.

time passed as Srinu hid behind the bushes, waiting for the auto-wala, but something completely unexpected happened. A strange-looking man approached the wall where Srinu was hiding. The man didn’t notice Srinu, concealed in the thick bushes. As Srinu watched the man’s face, it felt oddly familiar. Where have I seen him before? Srinu’s mind went into overdrive trying to recall.

The strange man looked left and right to ensure the coast was clear, and to Srinu's horror, he jumped over the wall. Srinu’s body froze in shock. What the hell? Who is this guy? he thought, his brain struggling to catch up with what his eyes were witnessing. The man quickly made his way to the back door of the house, and with just two small metal pins, he skillfully unlocked it. Srinu watched as the intruder maneuvered through the house with ease, as if he already knew the layout. That’s when it hit Srinu. The man’s face—Ranga—the thief he’d seen on the wanted list at the security officer station when he went to collect the FIR.

Ranga.

Srinu’s body jolted into action. The auto-wala no longer mattered. His worry about being seen by the neighbor aunty or Ganga vanished. All he wanted now was to protect Ganga from the thief. Srinu sprang up from the bushes, preparing to jump over the wall, but as he did, he saw Ranga already in the kitchen, where Ganga was. I won’t get to her in time, Srinu thought, his heart racing. His first instinct was to shout and warn Ganga, but before he could open his mouth, he saw something that made him freeze again.

Srinu’s muscles tensed, adrenaline kicking in as he watched Ranga sneak into the kitchen, where Ganga stood unaware. Srinu knew he had to act fast, but before he could shout, Ranga was already behind her, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist.



Ganga (startled, eyes wide, voice trembling): "Aaah!" She screamed, spinning around to face her attacker while still trapped in his grip.



Ranga held her tight, and Ganga’s scream echoed through the neighborhood. Srinu’s panic deepened as he watched from the bushes, frozen, unsure of what to do. Just then, the neighbor aunty’s voice cut through the air, her footsteps rushing towards the compound wall.

Aunty (shouting, concerned): "Ganga Beti! Kya hua? Why did you scream?"

Srinu instinctively ducked behind the wall, not wanting to be seen by Aunty. He felt a wave of relief wash over him.

Srinu (muttering under his breath, frustrated): "Thank god! She’ll handle this… Ranga’s gonna get caught now.  Ganga will be safe."

Srinu's mind began to relax, thinking either the thief would run away or Aunty would call for help. He expected Ganga to shout for help, something like, "Thief! Thief! Aunty, call the security officer!"

Srinu (thinking to himself): "Now Ganga just has to tell aunty, and it’s all over. No one will suspect I was here… perfect."

But instead, ranga pulled ganga into his hug even more tightly making her soft boobs press against ranga's hairy chest. Both their eyes met and were lost in each other embrace.



Hearing no answer from Ganga Aunty asked again.

Aunty (shouting Louder): "Ganga Beti Kya hua?"

Aunty's loud voice snapped them out of their intimate moment and made them look toward aunty's voice. Ganga paused for a moment, her scared expression slowly shifting into something else—something mischievous.

Ganga (smiling slyly, her voice calm): "Kuch nahi Aunty ji, bas ek billi thi... I scared it away."



Srinu’s eyes widened in complete shock.

Srinu (whispering furiously, fists clenched): "A fucking cat? What the hell is she talking about?!"

Aunty (relieved, her voice fading): "Okay, Ganga beta, I’m going now. Just let me know if there’s any problem."

Srinu (gritting his teeth, frustrated): "Why the fuck didn’t she call for help? What’s going on with that smile? Is she fucking him too?! But when? Why? How many men is she involved with? Is she sleeping with the whole colony?"

Srinu wanted to bang his head against the wall as he continued to watch. Ganga pushed Ranga off her, her face twisted in anger.

Ganga (whispering harshly, eyes blazing): "What are you doing here? You’re breaking the deal!"

Ranga (confused, scratching his head): "What deal? I just got out of jail, Ganga. I don’t know anything about any deal."

Srinu (stunned, shaking his head): "A deal? What deal is she talking about? How does she even know this guy?!"

Ganga (angrily, her voice low and commanding): "Not my problem if you don’t know. Get out before someone sees you!"

Ranga (disappointed, sighing deeply): "Alright, alright… I’ll go." He stepped back but muttered under his breath, "...ganj ka...ni."

Srinu (wide-eyed, shaking his head in disbelief): "Again?! What the fuck is with these guys and those words?! First the milkman, then the waterboy, now this thief?!" He clenched his fists, his mind racing. " WHAT HAPPENED WHILE I WAS IN THE HOSPITAL FOR THREE WEEKS?"

As Ranga climbed back over the wall and ran away, Srinu stood there, paralyzed, his thoughts crashing into one another. His world had just shattered into pieces, and he had no idea how to make sense of it all.

Srinu (grumbling to himself, his voice low and angry): "I need fucking answers… I can’t just stand here. This is… this is insane."


Srinu’s mind was racing as he crouched behind the wall. I’ve had enough, that’s it. I can’t take this anymore. His frustration boiled over, and he clenched his fists. Fuck it, I’m going to ask her directly.

He was about to jump over the wall when he heard a calm voice interrupting him.
Voice (calmly): "Wait! It’s not the right time."

Srinu froze, bewildered.
Srinu (wondering): "What? Who is that?"

The voice responded softly,
Voice: "It’s me, Yin."

Srinu sighed, annoyed.
Srinu (irritated): "Yin! You again? I told you to stay away. Why are you here?"

Before Yin could respond, another voice chimed in, this one more confident.
Another Voice: "Yin is right, it’s not the right time!"

Srinu recognized the voice immediately and rolled his eyes.
Srinu (gritting his teeth): "Yang, is that you?"

Yang (smugly): "Yes, it’s me."

Srinu’s anger flared.
Srinu (snapping): "I don’t want to hear anything from you both motherfuckers. You misled me!"

Yang chuckled softly, his voice oozing with smugness.
Yang: "Oh, relax. I didn’t mislead you. I always said there was something fishy about Ganga."

Yin, the more soothing of the two, interjected with a gentle tone,
Yin: "Srinu, please, just listen to us first. After that, you can do whatever you want."

Srinu, torn between anger and confusion, took a deep breath and calmed down enough to listen.
Srinu: "Fine. Talk."

Yin (calmly): "Like Yang said, there’s something bigger happening here. It’s not just what happened in that building the day of the attack."

Srinu narrowed his eyes, confused.
Srinu: "What do you mean something big?"

Yang (serious): "Think, Srinu. It’s not just about Ganga and Javed or Chacha. Something more is going on—the milkman, the waterboy, and now this thief, Ranga. All this weird behavior started after the attack and while you were in the hospital."

Yin (nodding): "And the mystery words Ranga repeated were the same words that the milkman and waterboy said to Ganga. It can’t just be a coincidence."

Yang (leaning in): "Exactly! There has to be a connection between these incidents."

Yin: "Yes, Yang is right. There must be something that links all these things together. You need to find out what connects them first."

Yang (firmly): "Srinu, like Yin said, find the connection first. If you confront Ganga now, you’ll just tip her off. She’ll know that you’re aware of what she’s up to."

Before Srinu could argue, Yin cut in,
Yin: "And if she knows, Ganga will become careful and probably alert her partners in crime."

Srinu, full of frustration, clenched his fists.
Srinu (angrily): "I don’t give a damn! I’ll go and ask her. I can’t just sit here and watch this unfold!"

Yin (gently questioning): "What’s the guarantee that Ganga will confess the truth? What if she denies everything?"

Srinu (determined): "I’ll show her the spy camera footage of her and the thief. She won’t be able to deny it!"

Yang (chuckling, amused): "Srinu, do you seriously believe she’ll admit the truth because of a 30-second video of her talking to a stranger? That’s not enough proof."

Srinu (growling): "If she denies it, I’ll beat the truth out of her."

Yin’s tone shifted, more concerned now.
Yin: "Srinu, listen to yourself. Beat her? She’s the love of your life. And you don’t even know the full truth yet."

Srinu (furious): "I don’t care about the truth anymore. I just want to know what the hell is going on!"

For the first time, Yin’s voice carried a hint of anger, a rare departure from his usual calm nature.
Yin (sternly): "Exactly, Srinu! How would you know what’s actually happening if you confront her now? And who else is involved in this mess?"

Yang (seriously): "Yeah, Srinu. We need to wait. Let’s see who else is involved in her ‘adventures.’ Only then will we know the complete truth."

Yin (nodding): "Yes, and then we can catch her and everyone else who’s part of this."

Srinu’s mind was spinning, but he couldn’t deny that Yin and Yang had a point. If he confronted Ganga now, she might stop meeting her partners, and he’d never get the full story. The truth was too important. For now, he would have to endure this pain for the sake of answers.

With a deep sigh, Srinu calmed down.
Srinu (gritting his teeth): "Alright… I’ll wait."

He snuck back into the bushes, his eyes fixed on the house, waiting once more for the auto-wala. The truth would come out eventually—he just had to be patient.

Srinu watched as Ganga hurriedly finished her morning chores, a sense of urgency in her every movement. His heart twisted with anger and suspicion as he observed her heading upstairs. "Randi... are you getting ready for your lovers?" Srinu's thoughts were venomous, and the idea of what she was about to do tore something inside him.

From his hidden spot, Srinu saw Ganga walk around their bedroom, picking out dresses, ornaments, and makeup. But before she went to take her bath, she did something unexpected—she reached into the wardrobe and pulled out a small book, tucked carefully under her clothes. "A diary? Since when does Ganga keep a diary?" Srinu thought, shocked. Ganga had never shown any interest in writing, especially something so personal.

Ganga sat down on their bed, the diary in her lap, and began writing. Srinu’s eyes stayed glued to her face as her expressions shifted with each word she wrote. At first, there was a look of silly happiness, a shy smile curling her lips. But then, as she continued, her emotions fluctuated—sometimes she seemed filled with excitement, other times a hint of sorrow or regret crossed her face. Occasionally, a mischievous grin flickered across her features. It was like watching her relive different moments, some sweet, some dark. The transformation in her expressions only fueled Srinu’s confusion and anger. What could she possibly be writing?

After she finished, Ganga carefully placed the diary back in its hiding spot, beneath the clothes in the wardrobe, and closed it. Srinu’s mind raced with questions. What’s in that diary? Is it filled with secrets I don't know about?

Ganga then took a bath and changed into a tight-fitting saree with a sleeveless blouse, something that hugged her body in a way Srinu hated seeing her wear now. She applied her makeup hastily as if she was on a strict timeline. 



Once ready, she went downstairs in a hurry and packed a large lunch box, placing it into a carry bag. Srinu’s suspicions deepened. A lunchbox? Who’s she making this for?

His questions were abruptly interrupted by the loud honk of an auto-rickshaw. Srinu’s heart raced. "Finally, the bastard arrived." He thought, his pulse quickening as he saw the familiar auto coming up to the main gate. Ganga quickly grabbed her handbag and the lunchbox bag, locked the door, and headed straight for the auto.

Srinu knew this was his chance. As Ganga got into the auto and it began to drive away, Srinu jumped onto his bike. He started the engine quietly and began following them from a safe distance, his mind a whirl of unanswered questions and growing dread. What is she doing? Who is she meeting? Today.

Srinu kept his distance just enough to keep up with the auto. The auto rickshaw ventured deeper into the city, heading toward the slums where most of the laborer families lived. It wove its way through the narrow, congested streets, and finally, it came to a stop at a junction. Srinu, staying cautious, halted his bike a few feet behind. He watched as Ganga got out of the auto, wasting no time as she made her way towards the slum houses.

Srinu parked his bike behind a nearby tea stall, walking up to the junction. He noticed a board with the name of the area written in big, bold letters: ‘RANIGUNJ’.

Ranigunj slums were a sprawling maze of narrow, cramped streets, filled with tiny, dilapidated houses made from a patchwork of materials—rusty corrugated metal sheets, old bricks, and faded tarpaulin. The air felt thick with dust, and the surroundings were a chaotic blend of poverty and resilience. the houses were built closely together, stacked one on top of the other, with narrow walkways barely wide enough for two people to pass side by side.

Street vendors lined the alleys, selling vegetables, snacks, and cheap goods, while others gathered around tea stalls, talking loudly amidst the clutter of their surroundings. The roads, uneven and full of potholes, were a testament to years of neglect, while stray animals wandered aimlessly, seeking food.

The smell of garbage piled in corners, creating a pungent odor that lingered in the humid air. The Ranigunj slums were a stark contrast to the city outside. It was a world hidden in plain sight, where life continued in its raw, unfiltered form, amidst the worn-down structures and the struggle for survival.

Without hesitation, Srinu started following Ganga, keeping a safe distance from her. He observed her movements carefully, noticing that she wasn’t talking to anyone, and more strangely, she had started covering her face with her saree pallu, while looking around her surroundings




Srinu (thinking to himself, puzzled): "Why is she hiding her face? What is she up to?"

As Ganga walked deeper into the slum, Srinu’s curiosity grew. Finally, she stopped at a shabby, run-down house. She knocked on the door a couple of times, and an old man, dressed in a white kurta pyjama, opened the door.



Srinu (muttering to himself): "Who the hell is this old man?"

The old man’s face lit up as he recognized Ganga. A wide smile spread across his face.

Old Man (cheerfully): "Salam Alaikum Beti! Kaise ho?"
[Peace be upon you, dear! How are you?]

Ganga (softly, smiling): "Wa Alaikum Salaam, Uncle ji. Meh theek hoon. Yeh lo, aapke liye khaana laya hoon."
[Peace be upon you too, Uncle. I’m fine. Here, I brought some food for you.]



She pulled out one of the tiffin boxes from her bag and handed it to the old man. Srinu, still watching from a distance, started to feel confused.

Srinu (thinking): "Did she come here to distribute food to the poor?"

For a brief moment, Srinu felt his respect for Ganga grow. But that respect quickly faded when he noticed something unsettling. The old man, in what seemed like a friendly gesture of thanks, grabbed Ganga’s hand and held onto it for a little too long, his fingers lingering on her soft skin. What shocked Srinu even more was that Ganga didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she played along, giving the old man a mischievous smile in return.



Srinu (gritting his teeth, furious): "What the fuck is going on?"

Old Man (smiling, holding her hand): "Shukriya Beti, tum kitni acchi ho."
[Thank you, dear. You are so kind.]

Before Ganga could leave, the old man leaned in and said the same mysterious words Srinu had heard before.

Old Man (whispering): "...ganj ka...ni."

Srinu’s mind reeled. "Not again… those words!" He couldn’t make sense of it. But before he could even begin to wrap his head around what had just happened, Ganga had already moved on to the next house, just a few steps away.

She knocked on the door, and this time, a middle-aged man, dressed in just a banyan, opened it. He, too, immediately recognized Ganga, and his face lit up.

Sundar (smiling eagerly): "Ganga madam, aap kal nahi aayi thi. Hum log bahut intezaar kiya aapka."
[Ganga madam, you didn’t come yesterday. We waited for you a lot.]

Ganga (smiling softly): "Wo meh busy thi, Sundar ji. Isiliye nahi aa payi."
[I was busy, Sundar ji. That’s why I couldn’t come.]

Srinu (thinking to himself): "Who the hell is this guy now? Sundar? What does he mean by waiting for her?"

Sundar (grinning): "Accha, Ganga madam, koi baat nahi. Kal ka maza aaj poora kar lengey."
[No worries, Ganga madam. We’ll make up for yesterday’s fun today.]

Srinu (muttering, bewildered): "What the fuck does he mean by 'maza poora kar lengey'?!"

Before Srinu could make sense of it, Ganga responded in a way that confused him even more.

Ganga (teasing, smiling): "Zarur poora kar lena, magar pehle yeh sweet lijiye."
[Definitely make up for it, but first, take this sweet.]

She handed Sundar another box from her tiffin bag. Sundar accepted it with a grin.

Sundar (gratefully): "Ganga madam, aap kitni acchi ho. Thank you!"
[Ganga madam, you’re so kind. Thank you!]

Ganga (playfully): "Isme thank you ki kya zarurat hai? Accha, wo sab chhodo, kya aap aade pe aa rahe ho?"
[No need to thank me. Anyway, forget that, are you coming to the gathering?]

Srinu’s mind raced. "Aade? What the hell is aade?"

Sundar (chuckling): "Haan, haan, aade pe aa raha hoon. Thodi deer mein aa jaunga. Aur wo buddha Karim ko bhi bula lu kya ?"
[Yes, yes, I’ll come to the gathering. I’ll be there in a bit. And should i bring that old man, Karim, too ?]

Srinu’s confusion deepened. "Who the fuck is Karim now?"

Ganga (laughing lightly): "Haan, Karim ji ko bhi le aana."
[Yes, bring Karim ji too.]

Sundar (joking): "Woh buddha ko aate aate raat ho jayegi!"
[It’ll be night by the time that old man arrives!]

They both laughed together, and Ganga was ready to leave. But before she could, Sundar leaned in and said the same words that had been haunting Srinu.

Sundar (grinning): "...ganj ka...ni."

Srinu (thinking, mind racing): "Again with those fucking words! What the hell do they mean?!"

Srinu’s head started to spin. Every random person Ganga passed greeted her with the same words.

Passerby 1 (nodding): "...ganj ka...ni."

Passerby 2 (smiling): "...ganj ka...ni."

Srinu (pinching himself, questioning everything): "What is happening? Am I even awake right now?"

He couldn’t believe his eyes, his mind filled with endless questions. "Who are these people? What is Ganga doing with them? Where is this aade? Why is everyone saying '...ganj ka...ni'?!"

Srinu felt as if his entire reality had shattered. "Do I even know who Ganga is anymore?"

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Mystery Words Revealed

Ganga made her way through the narrow streets, which grew even narrower as she ventured deeper into the slum area. The cramped alleys eventually opened into a small market, a stark contrast to the previous quiet. This part of the slum was bustling with people. Ganga moved through the crowd with ease, but it became increasingly difficult for Srinu to keep track of her in the chaos. The crowd jostled him from all sides, making it hard to focus.

Suddenly, someone from the crowd collided with Srinu, sending both of them crashing to the ground. Without paying much attention to the person who had bumped into him, Srinu scrambled back to his feet, frantically searching for Ganga. But she was gone, nowhere to be seen. Panic surged through him as he scanned the area, but all he saw were multiple narrow alleys branching off in different directions. It was as if Ganga had vanished into thin air.

Srinu (thinking, panicked): "Where did she go? Which alley did she take?"

At that moment, a woman's voice rang out from behind, filled with anger.

Unknown Woman (furiously): "Arey, wo benchod! Kaha dekh ke chal raha hai? Kamar tod di meri, ahhh!"
[Hey, you motherfucker! Where are you looking while walking? You broke my back, ugh!]

Srinu briefly glanced at the woman yelling at him, dressed in worn clothes, waving her hand in anger.



But he didn’t have time to engage with her. He ignored her insults and rushed down each alley, desperately trying to find any trace of Ganga. His heart pounded harder as he realized he was running out of options. His worry intensified with each dead-end he encountered, and frustration set in. How could he have lost her?

Srinu (cursing himself): "How could I let this happen?!"

The woman’s voice was still following him, full of rage as he passed her by once again. Her insults continued to rain down, but Srinu was too distracted to care. He ran back to the junction where he had last seen the auto, hoping to catch the driver and ask where Ganga had gone. But when he arrived, there was no sign of the auto either. He looked left and right, running in both directions, searching in vain.

Srinu (frantically, fear creeping in): "Where is she? What the hell is happening?"

Just as he was about to give up, he heard the same woman’s voice again, but this time, she sounded calmer. She called out to him from the junction, sitting with one of her female friends.

Unknown Woman (mockingly): "Abey, oh chomu! Iddar aah!"
[Hey, you idiot! Come here!]

Srinu hesitated for a moment but decided to approach her.



As soon as he got closer, the woman started yelling again, this time with more vulgar language.

Unknown Woman (angrily): "Madarchod, mujhe dacha deke kaha bhaag raha hai?"
[You motherfucker, where are you running after crashing into me?]



Srinu (distracted, absentminded): "I’m sorry, madam."

The woman laughed at his apology, clearly amused by him calling her "madam."

Unknown Woman (laughing): "Arey, madam kisko bula rahe ho? Main koi madam nahi hoon."
[Who are you calling madam? I’m no madam.]

She paused for a moment before adding something that immediately caught Srinu’s attention.

Unknown Woman (teasing): "Madam toh wo hai, jise tu dhoond raha hai!"
[The madam is the one you’re looking for!]

Srinu’s eyes widened, his heart skipping a beat.

Srinu (alarmed): "What? What did you just say?"

Unknown Woman (smugly): "Haan, mujhe pata hai. Maine sab dekha. Kaise tu uska peecha kar raha tha."
[Yeah, I know. I saw everything. How you were following her.]

Srinu, feeling caught, tried to play it off, stuttering as he spoke.

Srinu (nervously): "I... I wasn’t following anyone."

The woman smirked, seeing right through his weak denial.

Unknown Woman (laughing): "Abey, itna daro mat. Yeh toh sab us madam ka peecha karte hain. Magar mujhe pata hai, wo koi madam nahi, badi randi hai."
[Oh, don’t be so scared. Everyone follows that madam. But I know, she’s no madam, she’s a big whore.]

Srinu’s blood boiled at the woman’s words. The idea of someone calling his wife Ganga a "randi" sent a surge of anger through him.

Srinu (furious): "How dare you call her that?!"

The woman raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by his outburst.

Unknown Woman (sarcastically): "Huh, itna gussa kyu ho rahe ho? Wo kya lagti hai teri?"
[Why are you getting so mad? What is she to you?]

Srinu realized he needed to be careful. He quickly controlled his emotions and pretended he didn’t know Ganga.

Srinu (calming down): "Oh, I’m not angry. I just wanted to know where she went."

The woman, sensing an opportunity, leaned closer to him, speaking with a hint of mischief.

Unknown Woman (teasing): "Haan, mujhe pata hai. Sab uske paas hi jaana chahte hain."
[Yeah, I know. Everyone wants to go to her.]

Srinu (anxiously, lowering his voice): "Do you know where she went?"

The woman leaned in even closer, a sly smile on her face.

Unknown Woman (whispering): "Agar main tumhe bataungi, toh mujhe kya milega?"
[If I tell you, what will I get in return?]

Srinu’s heart raced. He quickly pulled out his wallet, thinking he could buy the information he needed.

Srinu (eagerly): "If you tell me, I’ll give you as much money as you want."

The woman’s eyes lit up at the sight of his wallet.

Unknown Woman (teasing, her voice lowering): "Accha! Itni garami chadi hai kya? Chal, toh phir chalega kya? Baju wali gali mein ek jhopdi khaali padi hai."
[Oh really? You’re that eager? Come, will you do it? There’s an empty shack in the alley next door.]

She winked at him, clearly suggesting something far more intimate. 



Srinu’s mind went blank for a moment, realizing what she was implying.

Srinu (shocked, thinking): "Is she asking me to fuck her?!"

He quickly put his wallet back in his pocket, trying to regain control of the situation.

Srinu (panicked): "Oh, no, I didn’t mean that!"

The woman sighed, disappointed.

Unknown Woman (smirking): "Haan, main jaanti hoon. Tum bhi uske paas hi jaana chahte ho. Is jhopadpatti ke saare mard usi ke paas jaate hain."
[Yeah, I know. You just want to go to her. Every man in this slum wants to go to her.]



Srinu’s mouth dropped open in shock.

Srinu (wide-eyed): "Every man in the slum goes to her?!"

Unknown Woman (nodding): "Haan, na jaane kaisa jaadu kiya hai us randi ne in mardon par."
[Yes, who knows what kind of spell that whore has cast on these men.]

Hearing her call Ganga a "randi" again made Srinu's blood boil. But he knew he had to stay calm and find out more.

Srinu (controlled, asking): "How do you know this?"

Unknown Woman (nonchalantly): "Mujhe kya? Yah sabko pata hai. Isiliye toh yahan ke saare mard usko pyar se 'Raniganj ki Randi Rani' bulate hain."
[How do I know? Everyone knows. That’s why all the men here lovingly call her 'Raniganj ki Randi Rani.']

Srinu’s world spun. His head felt light, and he nearly lost his balance. He grabbed onto a wall for support, his mind unable to process what he had just heard.

Srinu (thinking, stunned): "Raniganj ki... Randi Rani?!"

The woman noticed him standing uncomfortably and mocked him.

Unknown Woman (sarcastically): "Abe chutiya! Tumhe kya ho gaya?"
[Hey, idiot! What’s wrong with you?]

Srinu (emotionally, tears welling up): "Nothing happened."

He wiped away the few tears that had escaped and started walking mindlessly, his thoughts consumed by what he had just learned. His feet moved, but his mind was in turmoil. The words kept replaying in his head: 'Raniganj ki Randi Rani'.

His search for Ganga continued aimlessly for nearly an hour, each thought stabbing at him. "Why is she calling Ganga a randi? What are these men doing with her? Are they… fucking her?!"

Even though he now understood the meaning of the mysterious words he had heard, it brought him no comfort. Srinu eventually decided that the unknown woman might be his only link to finding more about Ganga. He resolved to befriend her, keeping his identity hidden.

Srinu returned to the woman, who smiled slyly at him.

Unknown Woman (teasing): "Mili kya teri rani?"
[Did you find your queen?]

Srinu looked at her with defeated eyes. Seeing his state, the woman felt a slight twinge of pity.

Unknown Woman (comforting): "Arey, koi baat nahi. Chal, chalte hain baju wali gali mein."
[Hey, don’t worry. Come on, let’s go to the alley.]

Srinu stammered, unsure of what to say.

Srinu (awkwardly): "Actually, I’m busy today."

Unknown Woman (grinning): "Achcha? Toh kal aa jana. Mera naam Swathi hai. Is junction pe kisi se bhi poochh lena, sab mera ghar dikhayenge."
[Oh really? Well, come tomorrow then. My name is Swathi. Just ask anyone at this junction, and they’ll show you my house.]

Srinu, acting as though he was interested, replied.

Srinu (pretending): "Oh, you’re a celebrity too?"

Swathi (cockily): "Haan, main is jhopadpatti ki sabse badi kaamwali hoon."
[Yes, I’m the biggest worker in this slum.]

Srinu (curious): "Oh, you’re a maid?"

Swathi (smirking): "Sirf kaamwali nahi, bade kaamwali."
[Not just a maid, a big worker.]

Just as Srinu was about to ask more about Ganga, a man from a distance called out Swathi’s name, telling her to come over.

Man (shouting): "Swathi, idhar aa!"
[Swathi, come here!]

Swathi (rolling her eyes): "Itna kyun chillaa raha hai buddhe? Aa rahi hoon!"
[Why are you shouting so much, old man? I’m coming!]

Swathi turned back to Srinu, smiling.

Swathi (smiling): "Achcha bacchu, mujhe jaana padega. Mera papa bula raha hai. Kal isi time pe aa jana."
[Okay kid, I have to go. My dad is calling. Come tomorrow at this time.]

Srinu watched as Swathi left, still burdened by all the unanswered questions swirling in his head.

Srinu rode home with his mind tangled in a web of conflicting emotions. The chaotic scenes at the slum, Ganga's mysterious disappearance, and the strange encounter with Swathi swirled in his thoughts like a storm he couldn’t escape. The tension in his chest only grew with every passing second.

As the wind hit his face on the ride, questions kept assaulting him. "What the hell was Ganga doing in that slum? Why did she meet those men? Was she really there to help the poor, or... something else?"

The possibility that she could be involved with them in a way that went beyond mere charity tore at him. "No... no, it can't be. She wouldn’t... she wouldn’t do that!" But the more he tried to shut those thoughts out, the more vividly they filled his head. "Are they fucking her?!" The image of those men surrounding Ganga, her body taken by them, made his stomach turn. He gripped the bike's handles so tightly that his knuckles whitened. For a moment, he felt like driving his bike under a passing lorry, just to escape the torment in his head.

Srinu (inwardly, distressed): "Goddammit, no! I can't let this get to me. She was just distributing food, that’s all! She has to be."

His mind raced faster than the bike beneath him, thoughts bouncing between rationality and madness. He had always considered himself an atheist, never believing in divine power. But today, he prayed with all his heart, desperate for some form of solace. "Please, let her be there only for the poor. Please don’t let it be what I fear."

No matter how much he prayed the blade of rationality was pointing right at him with a simple question why would someone call Ganga 'Ranigunj ki Randi Rani'? If she was there only for nobel act like distributing food for the poor. No matter how much he thought he could not answer this question the reality was he didn't want to know the answer for this question.

But as he wrestled with these torturous thoughts, something unexpected happened. His mind shifted suddenly to Swathi. Her image flashed before his eyes—the way her boobs bounced when she first yelled at him after they collided in the market. Srinu, without thinking, felt a wave of arousal wash over him. He couldn’t help but remember how hot she looked, her body moving as she scolded him. Then he remembered the way she had leaned in, asking him to fuck her in the empty shack, winking at him with that naughty expression.

Srinu (involuntarily, thinking): "Swathi... that woman..."

Srinu felt an instant hardness between his legs as he thought about it, his body betraying him in that moment. He gritted his teeth and shook his head, trying to snap himself out of it. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" he cursed himself. "How can I be thinking about another woman when I have Ganga?"

Feeling ashamed, Srinu tried to focus, pushing Swathi’s image out of his head. He forced himself to concentrate on the road, determined to clear his mind of any distractions. It wasn’t right, he told himself. He loved Ganga—he shouldn’t be thinking about anyone else.

Keeping his head straight, Srinu rode quickly the rest of the way home. As soon as he arrived, he parked his bike behind the house, out of sight so that no one would notice he was home. He didn’t want anyone asking questions. Quietly, he used the spare key to let himself into the house, slipping inside with a heavy heart. He locked the door behind him.

Srinu sat down heavily on the sofa, his heart filled with regret and frustration. His mind replayed the scene over and over—the moment he had lost sight of Ganga in the crowded slum, how close he had been to following her, and how he let that chance slip away. His anger built up with each passing second, and in a fit of rage, he started throwing the items on the table: a remote, a glass, whatever his hands could reach. He grabbed his phone next, ready to hurl it across the room, but stopped at the last moment.

Why don’t I just call her? he thought. Maybe I can ask her where she is... but what if she gets suspicious? What if she realizes I’m following her?

The thought made his blood run cold. He couldn’t risk that. Pacing around the house like a caged animal, Srinu muttered to himself in frustration.

"Why is this happening to me?" he asked the empty room. "When will this torture end? Am I just overthinking everything?" His head throbbed with unanswered questions, and there was nothing he could do to silence them. "If only I could hear her side of the story..."

Suddenly, a memory jolted his mind—the book. The book that Ganga had been hiding in her closet.

That book… what’s in it? Could it have answers? Srinu’s heart pounded as he felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe this is the way to know her side of the story.


Srinu darted upstairs into their bedroom, heart pounding, as he fumbled through Ganga’s wardrobe. Sarees rustled as he anxiously searched beneath the neatly stacked pile. His fingers brushed against something solid — the diary. His pulse quickened.

Carefully, he slid the diary out, closing the wardrobe behind him. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he hesitated before opening it. Two words on the first page sent a cold chill down his spine: The Confession. The weight of the title felt like a dark omen. What could she possibly be confessing? Srinu wondered, a knot forming in his stomach. His hands trembled as he flipped through the pages, noting the many entries. She had been writing in it for a long time.

When he reached the first page, dated around the time of his hospital stay, his eyes settled on the initial words:

Hi Srinu, if you're reading this, it means I am dead.

The shock hit him like a punch. Dead? Srinu froze, his mind spinning. Was she sick? Hiding something from him? With a heavy heart, he reopened the diary, feeling the dread rise within him as he read on:

Yes, I should be dead for what I’ve done… for betraying the trust you placed in me.

His breath caught in his throat. Betrayed? His thoughts tumbled over each other. What could she possibly mean?

The paragraph continued, and it was like a knife twisting in his gut: After reading this, I don’t expect forgiveness, but I hope you won’t hate me. This is about the night we were attacked. When you got hit and collapsed, I thought you were dead. I was terrified, crying uncontrollably, but those bastards grabbed me before I could get to you. I screamed, but no one came. Those fuckers dragged us into a building.

Srinu’s mind reeled. Ganga, always so composed and kind, using words like fuckers to describe Javed and Chacha? He swallowed hard, a sick feeling rising as he read on. Holding the diary in his trembling hands, he noticed something he hadn’t before — the pages felt different, slightly crinkled. He ran his fingers over the paper and saw faint, warped bumps scattered across the page. They were marks left behind by dried tears. Ganga had been crying as she wrote this.

His chest tightened at the realization. She was in so much pain while writing this… The damp marks on the paper seemed to echo her anguish. Srinu could almost picture her, alone in the dimly lit room, pouring her heart out, her tears soaking into the diary. He could feel the weight of her sorrow in every word.

He swallowed hard, his throat dry, as the rawness of her emotions hit him. This wasn’t just a confession of guilt or betrayal; it was a painful outpouring of everything she had been carrying

The paragraph continued, They left you on the ground floor, unconscious. They dragged me up to the second floor. I fought to get to you, but it was no use. They overpowered me, took me into a room, and… The words trembled off the page. I beg you, Srinu, don’t hate me for what I’m about to tell you. I wish I were dead rather than have to explain this to you. No husband should ever have to read something like this from his wife.

Srinu felt nauseous. His hands trembled as the words blurred on the page. No, Ganga… what happened to you? His mind flashed back to the video recovery. Soon, he would see it all with his own eyes.

The page ended with, Please… don’t hate me.

Srinu was about to turn the page when the distinct sound of an auto-rickshaw echoed outside. His heart raced. Ganga must be back, he thought. Quickly glancing at his watch, her usual time. Hastily, he closed the diary, stashing it back under her sarees. With a final look around the room, he bolted for the back door, barely making it out in time. Srinu jumped over the compound wall and crouched in the bushes.

He watched as the auto stopped in front of the main gate. Ganga got out with her handbag and the lunch box bag. Before Srinu could get a clear look at the auto driver's face, the auto took a U-turn and left.

Srinu (cursing under his breath): “Damn that auto driver. Slippery as always.”

He saw Ganga open the front gate and walk towards the main door. Before she could reach it, the neighbor's aunt called out to her.

Aunty (curiously): “Ganga beti! Where are you coming from?”

Ganga walked up to the neighbor, her expression brightening slightly.

Ganga (smiling): “Yes, Aunty! We’re going to have a family function in our hometown next month. I went to Ameerpet regarding that.”

Hearing how expertly Ganga was lying by mixing some truth about the family function, Srinu felt a chill run down his spine.

Aunty (nodding in understanding): “Oh, you went for the function planning? Acha, beti… How much are the auto drivers charging from Ameerpet to here these days?”

With a cheeky expression, Ganga casually replied,

Ganga (with a cheeky expression): "Main auto wale ko paise nahin deti."
[I don’t give money to the auto driver.]



Auntie's face twisted in confusion.

Aunty (puzzled): “I didn’t understand, Ganga beti. You don’t give money to the auto driver?”

Ganga quickly shifted her demeanor, becoming more alert.

Ganga (stammering slightly): “Ah... Aunty... I mean... I don’t give the auto driver the money directly. I pay him with UPI, PhonePe.”

Srinu (clenching his teeth, feeling a mix of anger and confusion): “What did she mean by not giving money? Then what did she give instead of money? Did she actually tell the truth? Was that a slip of the tongue?”

As Ganga turned to walk towards the door, Srinu remained hidden in the bushes, wrestling with his thoughts and the rising tide of emotions.

Srinu looked at his watch again. There was still some time before he usually returned from the office. He had to make it look like he was just arriving home. So instead of rushing into the house, he decided to wait in the bushes.

He watched as Ganga moved around the house. It was clear that she was a little tired. She placed her bag on the table and started picking up all the things Srinu had angrily thrown earlier when he was sitting on the sofa. Oh shit, I completely forgot about the mess I made, he thought, feeling a pang of guilt. Ganga paused, looking around in confusion, trying to figure out what could have knocked things off the table. However, she didn’t dwell on it too long and headed to the kitchen to make herself some coffee.

A few minutes later, she took her coffee mug upstairs to their bedroom and sat down with her diary. From his hiding spot, Srinu could see her going through a multitude of emotions as she wrote, just like before. But this time, she seemed to take her sweet time, sipping her coffee and writing.

Suddenly, Srinu’s watch gave a soft beep, signaling the time he usually got home. It’s time, he thought. He quickly made his way to his bike and drove back to the house, making it seem like he was returning from the office.

Ganga greeted him at the door with a big smile, as usual. Srinu forced a smile in return and went inside. He sat down on the sofa, and Ganga brought him a cup of coffee, sitting adjacent to him.

Ganga (smiling): "How was your day at the office?"

Srinu (distracted but trying to stay calm): "Oh, you know, the usual. Busy. And yours?"

While they engaged in their usual chit-chat, Srinu couldn’t help but notice things about Ganga he hadn’t before. Her hair was hastily tied in a bun, strands falling loose in an untidy manner, indicating she had retied it several times. Her makeup from the morning had worn off, and there were light smudges of lipstick around her lips. She was wearing a deep-neck, sleeveless blouse that showed off her back and a generous amount of cleavage.



when he saw her soft boobs clearly from her beautiful cleavage, suddenly his mind flashed her boobs with cum sprayed all over them.



That’s how they must like it, he thought bitterly, as his eyes moved over her saree, which was folded in multiple places—not her usual pristine, ironed look.

Ganga had to call him twice to snap him out of his thoughts.

Ganga (concerned): "Srinu, what happened? You seemed lost for a moment."

Srinu (quickly, trying to cover up): "Oh, nothing, Ganga. I was just thinking about work stuff. Anyways, you look a bit tired today. How was your day?"

Srinu was expecting her to lie and tell him she had been working at home and got tired, but to his surprise, she said:

Ganga (casually): "Oh, I went to Ranigunj."

Srinu's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

Srinu (questioning, trying to keep his voice steady): "Why?"

Ganga (smiling, as if it were no big deal): "I go there a couple of days a week to feed the poor."

Srinu (pretending to be interested): "That’s nice. When did you start doing this?"

Ganga (softly, with a hint of nostalgia): "Oh, when you were in the hospital. I promised my favorite god that I would feed the poor every week if you got better soon."

Srinu's mind raced. Wow, She’s telling the truth... well, half the truth at least.

Srinu (playing along): "You should’ve called me. I would’ve taken you there myself."

Ganga (with a dismissive wave): "Oh, I didn’t want to bother you. You must’ve been busy with work. I went in an auto."

This was Srinu’s opportunity. He had been waiting to ask about the auto.

Srinu (curiously, trying not to sound too eager): "Oh, you took an auto? Did you book it on Ola or Uber?"

Again, to his surprise, she told the truth.

Ganga (nonchalantly): "No, I went with Ramesh bhaiya's auto."

Srinu's blood boiled. She’s even telling his name now? His face tightened as he asked:

Srinu (with a questioning look): "Ramesh bhaiya?"

Ganga (explaining, as if it were nothing): "Oh, I forgot to tell you. Ramesh bhaiya was very helpful when you were in the hospital. He’s the one who used to take me to the hospital and back home every day."

Srinu could barely contain his rage. He stood up abruptly, his anger simmering.

Ganga (concerned): "What happened, Srinu?"

Srinu (forcing calm, through gritted teeth): "Oh, nothing. I need to go to the washroom."

He rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. Inside, he furiously paced, cursing under his breath.

Srinu (to himself, fuming): "That lying whore! She has an answer for everything! How can she keep dodging every damn question?"

He considered confronting her directly but paused. Maybe it’s better to wait, the rational side of his mind told him. You’re too close to the truth now.

Srinu (frustrated, talking to himself): "Why shouldn’t I just tell her that I followed her and saw her in Ranigunj?"

The rational voice inside him answered, But you didn’t really see anything, did you? You lost her in the crowd. Besides, you can follow her again. And don’t forget the diary. She’s probably written everything in there.

Srinu (nodding to himself): "Yes, I can read her diary and know her thoughts without confronting her directly."

His mind raced back to the video recovery. Soon, I’ll have video proof too, he thought, feeling a sense of grim satisfaction.

He calmed himself down, deciding to wait until the right moment. After a few minutes, Srinu stepped out of the bathroom and rejoined Ganga. They chatted casually as usual, waiting for dinner.

As usual, they had dinner while watching Ganga’s favorite TV shows. Srinu was eager to finish eating and lock himself in his room to watch the recovered video, but he had to wait until Ganga went upstairs.

[kk007007]

I Wanted to upload even bigger update but this stupid website didn't let me upload

[sadlura]

I Wanted to upload even bigger update but this stupid website didn't let me upload

Never give up KK, we your fans are behind you.

[pro10]

thank you for the update.
worth the wait.

[Milfaddict]

Definitely it's a master piece story, your explanation about incident with suspense & curiosity is superb, hats off to you bro

Thank you for the big and excellent update ?

[Johnnythedevil]

Nice update. After been fucked by low class men in the unfinished building, she seems to have developed fantasy towards low class dicks. The slum is the right place where she can find many. These men can fuck her till her heart content. The gifs images are broken.

[Samadhanam]

Excellent update

[Hornytamilan23]

....Ganj...ni.. must be RANIGUNJI KI RANI (QUEEN OF THE SLUM). But RANIGUNJ KI RANDI would have been perfect (WHORE OF THE SLUM).

[tomdickharry2024]

Oh how you twist and turn this plot into deeper secrets KK. Amazing updates.. Thank you!! Keep this coming..

[val.coutinho]

Master piece...... Unbelievable skill of writing..... Hope you update soon

[Navipal007]

The Best Story on Xossipy. PERIOD. Nuff said.

[Baburao12]

And to think that he he already has update written please post it sooner. But please don't directly go to gangbang. Too many male character will ruin it. Similar to construction guys story

[kk007007]

Nice update. After been fucked by low class men in the unfinished building, she seems to have developed fantasy towards low class dicks. The slum is the right place where she can find many. These men can fuck her till her heart content. The gifs images are broken.

All gifs are working for me and i have a weak internet.

Is anyone facing this issue ??????

pls let me know..

[RcBTrJJgCs]

All gifs are working for me and i have a weak internet.

Is anyone facing this issue ??????

pls let me know..

Great story bro, Please continue. gifs are fine.

[intrepid]

Hi KK,

It appeared initially in this episode that you stated the obvious about Ganga; however, when she volunteered to Srinu about her trip to Raniganj, the suspense became even more intense….is she really the “Raniganj ki Randi” or the is she really the “Raniganj ki Rani?” Hopefully, we’ll find out soon. Thanks for a long update.

Intrepid

[tomdickharry2024]

All gifs are working for me and i have a weak internet.

Is anyone facing this issue ??????

pls let me know..

It seems to be a local browser issue.. sometimes it requires a page refresh to load all gifs.. please do continue the story soon bro.. can't wait to find out what's in the remaining 30% of the recordings... thanks!

[bikiniking]

Pyaari Ganga Bhabhi from the local debonair photoshoot....

[sadlura]

Truly amazing story. Ur one heck of a writer