Adultery The Cheating Wife ?
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Where is the author story drop?
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I think story has been abadanoed, worst fear for any reader
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Author might be enjoying Diwali holidays with his family. Hope he will come soon.
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(02-11-2024, 05:09 PM)Alvinthomas Wrote: Author might be enjoying Diwali holidays with his family. Hope he will come soon.

Think so too. Let him enjoy this festive season well.
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please continue
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Let's accept the fact that the story is now dead in the water. Will check in a day or two, but have no hopes of Kk now.
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The Recovered Video

Srinu had been waiting, watching as Ganga remained absorbed in her favorite TV show, its final episode nearing its conclusion. He shifted on the sofa, anxious to finally get to his room. Today had been intense. After everything he witnessed, he already had a pretty clear idea of what was in the video, but something inside him insisted he had to see it, even though he knew deep down he would regret it.


As he reached the door to his room, a sudden thought crossed his mind—the diary. She had to have written about that night in there. Maybe her words would give him more insight into what she went through. He thought I could watch the video and read the diary at the same time. That way, I’ll understand her thoughts as it all happened.

Srinu waited a little longer, making sure Ganga was fully asleep before he quietly slipped into her room. With slow, deliberate movements, he found the diary tucked away in her closet and retreated back to his room, careful not to make a sound.

He sat down, logged into his computer, and the recovery software displayed five more minutes before completion. He took a deep breath and opened the diary, turning to where he had left off earlier. His eyes skimmed over the words he’d read before—"Please don’t hate me"—and he felt a pang of something heavy in his chest. As he flipped to the next page, he saw the faint marks of dried tears staining the paper.

"She cried writing this," Srinu thought. He could almost feel her pain seeping through the words, her torment etched in every line. It was hard for him to reconcile how the same Ganga who had been so broken was now wandering around, meeting strangers in slums, seemingly without a care.

He continued reading.

"Srinu, I know you weren’t paying attention to their conversation in the theatre, but I need to tell you their names. The younger one, sitting to my left, was Javed. And the older one, the one in the lungi, was Chacha. Javed... he kept holding me tightly, running his hands over my waist, while Chacha was recording everything. I was so humiliated, I screamed for help."

A notification popped up on Srinu’s screen. The recovery was complete.

He glanced at the monitor, then back at the diary. He positioned himself so he could watch the video and read Ganga’s diary at the same time, syncing her words with the nightmare on the screen. The video began playing from where he had paused it earlier, showing Javed pulling Ganga into the room. Chacha was holding his phone, capturing everything.

Chacha (in the video): "Ab pakad le sali randi ko, ab kahan bhaagegi?" [Now, hold her, slut. Where will she run now?]

Javed (laughing): "Chacha, video banana band kar aur uske pair pakad!" [Chacha, stop filming and grab her legs!]

Srinu watched in horror as Chacha pocketed his phone, though it kept recording. He moved toward Ganga’s legs, holding them to keep her still, and then… he started kissing her feet. Srinu's stomach churned at the sight.

He flipped through the diary, searching for Ganga’s thoughts on this moment.

"I was trying to stop Javed with my feet, pushing him away from pulling me further into the room. But then I heard him tell Chacha to grab them. That old, disgusting man… instead of holding them, he started kissing them, even licking them! I kicked at his face, trying to make him stop, but he wouldn’t. He just kept going."

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Srinu’s hands trembled as he tried to keep pace with the video. Chacha’s revolting actions mirrored Ganga’s words exactly. He felt an overwhelming mix of anger and nausea. The video showed them dragging Ganga deeper into the room, and they tossed her onto the floor. The room was dirty, filled with construction materials and stained mattresses lying around.

Ganga's diary continued:

"The floor was filthy, and I was thrown so hard that it knocked the wind out of me. As I tried to catch my breath, they both just stood there, staring at me like predators eyeing their prey. I had to run. I had to get out of there before they could do anything else to me."

Srinu’s eyes darted back to the screen. Javed and Chacha were indeed standing there, devouring Ganga with their eyes.

"I pulled myself up and tried to run for the door. I thought I had a chance, but before I could make it, Javed caught me by the waist again. His grip was tight, too tight. He laughed as he pulled me even closer, tighter. I couldn’t move. No matter how much I wiggled or struggled, I couldn’t get away. And then… then my back was pressed against… his… his... penis. Oh god, I hate saying this… forgive me for writing it, but it’s the truth. He pressed his erection against my back like he didn’t care at all how much I was suffering."

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Srinu's eyes went wide as the video unfolded exactly as Ganga described. Javed’s filthy grin, the way he rubbed himself against her, ignoring her pain, her cries. He could hear her sobs clearly now in the video, her body shuddering with every disgusting grind.

"That bastard didn’t even hesitate," the diary continued. "He ground himself against me like I was some object, while I cried and begged for it to stop. But he didn’t care. Not for a second."

Srinu continued reading Ganga's diary, his heart heavy with the mixed emotions of rage, disgust, and confusion.

Ganga wrote, Meanwhile, this old man Chacha saw what Javed was doing and didn’t want to miss out.

Chacha (shouting, impatient): "Arey Javed, har baar tu hi enjoy karega kya? Mujhe bhi dena, please!" [Javed, will you always be the one enjoying? Give me a turn, please!]

Javed (annoyed, throwing Ganga towards Chacha): "Le pakad! Tera rona shuru ho gaya." [Take her! You’ve started whining again.]

Srinu watched helplessly as Javed tossed Ganga towards Chacha, as if she were nothing more than an object. She fell face-first into Chacha’s arms.

Chacha (grinning, holding her tight): "Idhar aa, meri bulbul!" [Come here, my little bird!]

Unlike Javed, Chacha was rubbing his erection against Ganga’s soft belly. He tried to kiss her, his lips brushing her face, but she kept turning away. He then leaned down, aiming to lick her breasts, but Ganga, using whatever strength she had left, pushed him away with her hands.

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Ganga wrote, They tossed me around like a toy between them a couple more times, both of them rubbing their erections on my body. Srinu, I cannot begin to describe the humiliation of being passed around like a piece of meat between two animals. But there is something else I need to confess... I... I...”

The writing stopped abruptly.

Srinu frowned, staring at the blank space Ganga had left. Why had she stopped? What had she been about to write? He looked at the screen, desperate for the video to give him the missing answers. He fast-forwarded to match what he had read.

In the video, after tossing her back and forth a few more times, it was Javed’s turn to hold her again. He clutched her tightly by the waist and started humping her from behind. Srinu’s breath caught in his throat as he saw the struggle in Ganga’s eyes, the pain on her face. But then, something else appeared—just for a moment—her expression changed, a faint flicker of something different… pleasure?

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No, it can’t be, Srinu thought.

Javed spun her around in his arms, laughing as he did. He twirled her a few times before finally letting her go, and she stumbled free, moving away from them both.

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Ganga’s diary continued, "I moved away from them, desperate, crying, pleading with them to just take my jewelry, my gold, anything—just let me go. I even told them they could have our ATM cards, I’d give them the pin. I was ready to give them anything, just to escape. But they weren’t moved. That old brute Chacha laughed, saying

Chacha (mocking, laughing): “Ohhh, heroine madam, abhi se paise ki baat kyun kar rahi ho? Ek baar humse chudwa ke dekh lo, fir tum khud hi khushi se paise dogi!” [Oh heroine madam, why are you talking about money so soon? Just fuck us once, and you’ll happily give us your money after that!]

Both Javed and Chacha erupted into laughter, high-fiving each other.

Javed (grinning): “Wah, kya baat ki, Chacha! Heroine madam, bas ek baar humein chance do, fir dekho kaise tum hamare paas bhaagti aati ho!” [Wow, well said, Chacha! Heroine madam, just give us one chance, then watch how you’ll come running back to us!]

Srinu's eyes darkened with rage as he read Ganga’s disbelief.

I couldn’t believe my ears. In our homes, men are always raised to respect women. Look at you, Srinu—you’ve always respected me. But these animals, these savages—they don’t have a shred of decency. How could anyone ask a sanskari housewife like me to—to… forgive me for saying this… fuck them?”

I asked them, feeling disgusted

Ganga (furious, disgusted): “Do you have any shame? How can you talk to me like this? I am a sanskari housewife! I am married!”

Javed seemed taken aback by her words, but Chacha, unfazed, smirked.

Chacha (mocking, with a sly grin): “Arey heroine madam, pehle humein sharm sikhane se pehle, khud ko toh dekh lo! Kya mast taiyaar hoke aayi ho, sab ka khada karvane!” [Oh heroine madam, before teaching us shame, look at yourself! You’ve dressed up so hot, making everyone hard!]

Srinu couldn’t help but agree, despite his anger. Ganga did look stunning in that sari, her cleavage just visible enough to tempt anyone. But he hated himself for thinking it, for understanding what those monsters were saying.

Javed (adding, laughing): “Bilkul sahi bola Chacha! Heroine madam, aap kitni sanskari ho, humne toh theater mein hi dekh liya tha.” [Absolutely right, Chacha! Heroine madam, we already saw how ‘sanskari’ you were at the theater.]

Ganga, confused, asked them what they were talking about.

Ganga (furious): “What the hell are you talking about?”

Javed, smirking, replied.

Javed (grinning): “Interval mein tum apne pati ke seat ko chhodkar mere bagal mein aake baith gayi thi… humse chudwane… hum ussi ki baat kar rahe hain.” [During the interval, you left your husband’s seat and came to sit next to me… wanting to fuck me… that’s what we’re talking about.]

Ganga’s face filled with anger and disbelief.

Ganga (shouting): “What rubbish are you talking about? I only changed my seat because my husband’s seat was uncomfortable!”

Chacha, grinning, interrupted.

Chacha (mocking): “Achha madam ji, toh jab hum bathroom ke bahar khade the, tum hamare beech se apni gaand aur chhati ragadte hue kyun guzri thi?” [Oh really, madam? Then why did you rub your ass and breasts against us when you passed by us outside the bathroom?]

Ganga, fed up, face-palmed herself.

Ganga (exasperated): “I had no choice! You were blocking the way!”

But Javed wasn’t done.

Javed (pressing): “Toh cinema khatam hone ke baad tumne bathroom ka darwaza kyun khola?” [Then why did you unlock the bathroom door after the movie ended?]

Ganga, her patience worn thin, snapped.

Ganga (frustrated): “I didn’t unlock it! The door opened by itself because you were knocking non-stop!”

Srinu’s fists clenched tighter. They had twisted everything. Ganga's every innocent action had been turned into something perverted.

Chacha (persistent, a little irritated):
"Jab sab log humare upar gussa ho rahe the, tum hamare jokes pe kyun has rahi thi? [When everyone was getting angry with us, why were you laughing at our jokes?]"

Ganga (sighing, calm but with a hint of amusement):
"I wasn't laughing at your jokes, Chacha. I was laughing at how both of you were making complete jokers out of yourselves in front of everyone."

Javed (glancing at Chacha, feeling uneasy):
"...Making jokers out of ourselves?"

Chacha (shifting uncomfortably, a bit embarrassed): "Toh tum hum par hass rahi thi, jokes par nahi..." [So, you were laughing at us, not the jokes...]

Ganga (nodding with a slight smirk): "Exactly. You both were acting like clowns, and it was hard not to laugh."

Javed and Chacha exchanging awkward looks, now clearly embarrassed. Silence fills the air, both men feeling a sting of shame after Ganga's candid response.

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They both had expected something different—maybe an apology or an explanation that would make them feel better. Instead, Ganga’s words had hit them like a slap, leaving them standing there, exposed and embarrassed.

Srinu paused the video. His heart was pounding, his mind in turmoil. He wasn’t sure how to process everything he had seen. It was too much, too raw, too overwhelming. Ganga’s diary waited on his desk

Ganga’s words from the diary seemed to echo in his head. Srinu's eyes darted across the pages of Ganga’s diary, each word sinking into him like a sharp blade.

Ganga (writing in her diary, calm but matter-of-fact): "I know you’re probably wondering why Javed and Chacha kept bringing up me laughing at their jokes and why they made such a big deal about changing seats during the interval. You must be confused, thinking: ‘When did this all happen?’ Well, let me explain. This all took place while you were busy buying popcorn and drinks during the interval. You weren’t there, and a lot more happened than you know."

Srinu thought, "If only she had known that one day I would be watching the video of what they did while I was buying popcorn and drinks."

Ganga (continuing in her diary): "You’re probably wondering where I went at the end of the movie too, right? Well, I’ll be honest. I had left to get my hair clip that I had forgotten in the bathroom during the interval. But Javed and Chacha followed me. They tried to corner me at the bathroom door, and I had to bolt the door to keep them from entering."

Srinu’s jaw tightened. The image of Javed and Chacha cornering Ganga at the bathroom door resurfaced in his mind. His hands balled into fists.

Ganga (writing honestly): "I have to tell you something, and it might hurt to read this, but I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t lie in this confession. Yes, I did laugh at Javed and Chacha… but I wasn’t laughing at their jokes. I was laughing at how foolish they were, making jokes about themselves and acting like clowns in front of everyone."

Srinu’s grip on the diary tightened, feeling a slight sense of relief that at least Ganga wasn’t entertained by their disgusting antics.

Ganga (pausing in her writing, reflecting): "And yes… I did pass through them while they blocked the bathroom door. I tried to get away, but in the process… my breasts brushed against Javed's chest, and my ass... well, it did touch Chacha’s penis."

Srinu’s heart sank as he read those words. His head throbbed, and his body stiffened. He couldn’t believe what he was reading.

Ganga (continuing, almost apologetic): "I know you’re probably furious reading this. You might be thinking, ‘What the hell was she doing? Why did she let this happen?’ But I’m trying to be as honest as possible, Srinu. I never meant for any of that to happen. But you have to understand… sometimes, in a relationship, things happen. Every husband flirts with other women when his wife isn’t around, and every wife sometimes behaves playfully with other men when her husband isn’t looking. It’s just the nature of people. I didn’t cross any lines, but I didn’t hold back either. It’s hard to explain."

Srinu slammed the diary shut, his pulse quickening. His mind was in chaos. He wanted to scream, to shout at Ganga for betraying him, even though it wasn’t quite a betrayal in the conventional sense. But it felt like one. His emotions raged inside him.

Ganga (reflecting further in her diary, confessing something deeper): "While we’re being honest here, I need to tell you about something that happened when we were newly married, back in our old house. Do you remember how we used to go on those long bike rides? There was one particular day when we were riding, and I felt someone whistling behind me."

Srinu could already sense where this was going. His head throbbed with tension as he read on.

Ganga (writing with a hint of shame): "When I turned around, I saw two college boys staring at me, giving me a signal as if they found me attractive. At first, I didn’t think much of it. But then I looked down, and I realized my saree was flying in the wind, exposing my soft belly and navel area. I quickly adjusted my saree to cover myself.

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but when I looked back, one of the boys was making a vulgar gesture toward me. He made a fist with his hand and signaled that he was planning to… masturbate while thinking about me."

Srinu’s throat tightened as he read those words. He could feel the bile rising in his stomach.

Ganga (continuing, her tone more conflicted): "You’re probably thinking I should’ve gotten angry, or that I should’ve scolded them. But I didn’t. I laughed, Srinu. I actually laughed. 

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Please don’t hate me for it. I laughed because it was funny… in a twisted way, it was funny how honest that boy was about what he planned to do. He wasn’t hiding it. He was bold and shameless about it."

Srinu’s head spun. He felt a mix of anger, shock, and… confusion.

Ganga (trying to explain herself): "I know, Srinu. You must be furious thinking, ‘Why didn’t she yell at those boys? Why didn’t she tell me?’ The truth is, I didn’t want to cause a scene. I didn’t want you to get into a fight with them and get hurt over something so silly. So, I did what I thought was best. I turned back, gave them a little smile, blew them a kiss, and waved goodbye."

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Srinu’s eyes narrowed in disbelief. Ganga, his Ganga, had blown a kiss to those boys? What the hell was going on?

Ganga (writing with a strange sense of pride): "By doing that, I knew they would never have me. They would have no choice but to die wanting me, fantasizing about me while they masturbated, exhausted from their lust. They would regret mistreating a sanskari woman like me."

Srinu Was surprised while reading the diary by how she was unfolding her inner thoughts and also defending her actions

Ganga (writing in her diary, her thoughts full of frustration and reflection): “To my surprise, I was wrong. Those college boys didn’t regret mistreating me. Instead, they started following us after that day. Thank God we moved houses; otherwise, who knows what might have happened? That was a close call. What I'm really trying to say is that women sometimes act playfully with men they want to punish—like I did with those college boys. So, I followed the same strategy with Javed and Chacha at the theatre because they were so rude to me. Srinu, don’t overthink this. All women do this—flirting with strange men—but not all will admit it.”

Srinu (furiously slamming the diary shut): “This fucking whore… she’s been at it since the start! What a disgusting fucking whore!” His breathing heavy with rage, Srinu’s mind was racing. “What else has she been hiding from me?” His curiosity got the better of him, and with trembling hands, he hit play on the video.

Javed (looking sheepishly at Ganga, trying to sound polite): “Excuse me, madam…”

Javed (quickly pulling Chacha aside and whispering): “Chacha, yah to gadbad ho gai. Humne to socha hamari heroine humse chudwana chahti thi, magar yah to kuchh aur bol rahi hai.” [Chacha, this is bad. We thought this heroine wanted to fuck us, but she’s saying something else.]

Chacha (brushing it off casually): “Abe Javed, kya fark padta hai ki vah chudwana chahti hai ki nahin? Hum to use chod denge!” [Javed, what does it matter if she wants to or not? We’ll fuck her anyway!]

Javed (frustrated): “Kya Chacha, har waqt jabardasti ki baat karte ho!” [Chacha, why are you always talking about forcing it?]

Chacha (grinning, nudging him): “To fir kya karein? Chhod dein use?” [So what, we just let her go?]

Javed (smiling slyly, formulating a plan): “Nahin, Chacha, mere paas ek tarkeeb hai. Jisse jabardasti bhi nahin hogi, aur hum use chod bhi payenge.” [No, Chacha. I’ve got a plan. We won’t even need to force her, and we’ll still get to fuck her.]

Chacha (eyes lighting up, eager to know more): “Achcha? Agar aisi baat hai, to batao kya hai tarkeeb!” [Oh yeah? If that’s the case, tell me what the plan is!]

Javed (smirking, showing off): “Batane ka kya fayda hai, dikhata hoon.” [What’s the point in telling you? I’ll show you.]

They both returned to Ganga with confident smirks.

Javed (trying to sound calm, but with a sly tone): “Madam, let’s not argue about who seduced whom.”

Ganga (frustrated, raising her voice): “I never seduced anyone! You misunderstood my actions!”

Javed (putting up his hands in mock surrender): “Okay, okay, madam. Let’s not jump to conclusions. I have a plan that will settle the question of who came onto whom.”

Ganga (irritated, cutting him off): “I don’t care about your plan. I just want to go back to my husband!”

Javed (glancing at Chacha, both sharing a knowing laugh): “Madam, I don’t think you understand the situation you’re in. You don’t have a choice. You will do as we say.”

Ganga (voice trembling, pleading): “Please… don’t do this. I’m begging you.”

Chacha (grinning wickedly, voice dripping with malice): “Then do what we say, and you can go to your husband.”

Javed (in a softer, persuasive tone): “Yes, madam. Do what we say, and we promise—you’ll be back with your husband.”

Ganga (her silence betraying her defeat, unable to resist anymore): Ohh God why is this happening to me?

Javed (sensing her submission, pressing forward): “We’ll make this simple. All you need to do is play a little game of heads or tails.”

Ganga (perplexed, her voice barely above a whisper): “What kind of game?”

Javed (with a sly grin, explaining): “If you win, you win. If we win, you lose.”

Ganga (her hope returning for a brief moment): “That’s it? Just a coin toss?”

Javed (smirking wider, ready to crush her hope): “But if you lose, you’ll have to take off one piece of clothing.”

Ganga (fuming, stepping back in anger): “What kind of disgusting game is this? I’m not playing!”

Javed (mockingly calm): “Oh, don’t worry, madam. If we lose, we’ll take off one of our clothes too.”

Chacha (gleeful, rubbing his hands together): “Wah! What a fun game, Javed!”

Ganga (glowering, her voice hard and defiant): “Do you think I’m stupid? No matter what, I’ll lose.”

Javed (proudly showing off his plan): “Oh no, madam. You have a 50-50 chance. Whoever gets naked first loses. If we get naked first you win and you can go to your husband.”

Ganga (thinking quickly, refusing again): “No! This is a trap. I’m not playing!”

Javed (shrugging, his tone darkening): “That’s your choice, madam. But if you don’t want to play, then we have no choice but to force ourselves on you.”

Chacha (grinning from the side, leaning forward eagerly): “Yes, madam. And don’t cry about it later, saying we didn’t give you a chance to escape when we fuck you.”

Ganga (tears starting to flow, voice trembling in desperation): “Please… just let me go…”

Chacha (losing patience, moving forward): “Arey Javed, yah to natak karti rahegi. Game-wame sab bekaar! Chhod dete hain ise!” [Javed, she’s just pretending. Forget the game! Let’s just fuck her!]

Ganga (panicking, stepping back quickly): “Wait! Give me a moment… let me think!”

Javed (smirking, rubbing himself over his pants, teasing): “Take all the time you want, madam. We’ll also take our time… sharpening our weapons.”

Ganga (writing in her diary, the pain clear in her words): “Srinu, you must be wondering if I played the game. Yes, Srinu, I did. Please don't think ill of me, What choice did I have? If playing that game was the only way to get back to you… then I was ready to even make a deal with the devil.”

Ganga (sucking back her tears, standing tall, speaking with quiet resolve): “Okay. I’ll play the game. But on one condition—I get to choose which clothes to remove, and how much I remove.”

Javed (exchanging glances with Chacha, both nodding in agreement, turning back to her with a grin): “Fair enough, madam. You know what? I’ll even let you choose the first toss.”

Srinu (sitting on the edge of his seat, his pulse racing as the video played out): “What kind of sick game is this?” His eyes glued to the screen, he watched Javed flip the coin, his heart pounding as Ganga called the toss.

Ganga (voice shaky but determined): “Tails.”

Javed (grinning slyly as he caught the coin, his hands slowly opening without showing the result to Ganga, his face feigning defeat): “Oh, madam, you won.”

Javed (turning to Chacha, almost mockingly): “Chalo, Chacha, apna kapda utaro.” [Come on, Chacha, take off your clothes.]

Chacha (grinning wickedly, his eyes glued to Ganga): “Which one should I remove, madam? My shirt or my lungi?” His voice carried a sickening playfulness, hoping for a reaction.

Ganga (her face twisting in disgust, glaring at Chacha briefly before turning her head away, unable to bear looking at him): Asshole!

Javed (with a smug smile, voice dripping with double meaning): “Arey Chacha, pehle shirt utaro, baad mein utarna padega.” [Oh, Chacha, take off your shirt first. Later, we’ll get to the rest.]

Chacha eagerly unbuttoning his filthy shirt, tossing it to the side carelessly. His bare chest was revealed—pale, flabby, and covered with white, wiry hair. His bloated belly jutted out in all directions, the sight revolting to both Ganga and Srinu.

Javed (tossing the coin again for the second time, flipping it expertly in his hands): Call it madam.

Ganga (hesitating but finally calling out, still refusing to look at Chacha): “Heads.”

Javed (opening his palm and showing the coin this time with a playful smile): “Ohh, madam, you’re very lucky. It’s heads—you won again!”

Javed without hesitation, casually removing his shirt for losing the toss. His lean, muscular body came into view, the white cut banyan underneath stark against his fit physique.

Ganga glancing up at Javed briefly, her eyes acknowledging his fit, athletic frame before quickly looking away, down at the floor, her shame and disgust swallowing her whole

Javed (flipping the coin for the third time, his confidence still high, the air between them thick with tension): Madam call it.

Ganga (her voice firm this time, calling again): “Heads.”

Javed (grinning widely as he caught the coin, showing it to Ganga with a flourish): “Look, madam, you won again! At this pace, you’ll be with your husband in no time.”

Ganga for the first time, a small smile crept onto her lips, the faint glimmer of hope shining in her eyes.

Srinu (watching intently, his fists clenching as he noticed Ganga’s smile, his heart aching with mixed emotions): “How could she smile...?”

Ganga (writing later in her diary, her words carefully chosen): “For the first time since the attack, I felt a glimmer of hope. Winning the toss felt like I was winning my way back to you, Srinu. It was my only chance.”

Chacha (jumping in, full of eagerness): “Kya main apni lungi utaar dun?” [Should I remove my lungi now?]

Javed (laughing, shaking his head): “Arey, ruko Chacha! Pehle main apni banyan utaarta hoon.” [Hold on, Chacha! First, I’ll take off my banyan.]

Javed removing his banyan with ease, revealing his chiseled, lean frame, muscles flexing under his taut skin

Srinu (watching Ganga’s expression closely in the video, his heart sinking as he noticed her eyes linger a moment too long on Javed’s body): “She looked at him longer than she should have…”

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Javed (flipping the coin for the fourth time, this time with a confident smirk): Madam you know what to do.


Ganga (pausing, deep in thought, finally calling out softly): “Tails.”

Javed (his excitement obvious as he opened his hand): “Bad luck, madam, it’s heads. You lost.”

Chacha (interrupting impatiently from the side, eyes gleaming with greed): “Madam, ab aapko kapde utarne padenge.” [Madam, now you have to remove your clothes.]

Ganga closing her eyes, her body tense, sulking slightly as the reality of her loss sank in, knowing she now had to strip something off.

Srinu watching with dread as the tension mounted, Ganga’s hesitation palpable through the screen.

Javed and Chacha their eyes glistening with anticipation, their breath heavy as they stared at her like pigs ready to feast.

Ganga finally opening her eyes, taking a deep breath, her resolve firm as she lifted her right hand to her left wrist and, without a word, removed her watch. She then looked at both Javed and Chacha’s dumbfounded faces, her expression cold and calculated, making it clear that she was done stripping.

Chacha (bursting out in frustration, his voice laced with anger): “Yeh kya hai, madam? Aapko kapde utarne the!” [What is this, madam? You were supposed to remove your clothes!]

Javed (also chiming in, his frustration barely hidden): “Haan, madam, yeh watch nahi chalti!” [Yes, madam, your watch doesn’t count!]

Ganga (calmly raising her left hand to silence them, her voice sharp but composed): “Did you both forget the condition I put before playing this game? I get to choose what I remove, not you.”

Javed and Chacha exchanging embarrassed glances, once again acknowledging that Ganga had outplayed them, the humiliation evident in their eyes.

Javed (turning to Ganga with a cunning smile): “Okay, madam, let’s continue. Since you lost this time, it’s our turn to call the toss.” He flipped the coin and, with a confident smirk, called, “Heads.”

Ganga her heart sank as Javed opened his hand, revealing she had lost again. She sighed, a flicker of disappointment crossing her face.

Javed (pretending to encourage her, his voice dripping with feigned sympathy): “Don’t worry, madam. You’ll have plenty of chances to win—just keep playing.”

Chacha (chuckling as he leaned closer, eagerly adding): “Yes, madam, Javed is right. Don’t let a couple of losses bring you down.”

Chacha (before Ganga could think of outsmarting them again, quickly moving his hand to rest it on her ass): “Madam, I think you should remove your saree this time.”

Javed (placing his hand on her chest, his tone mockingly sweet): “No, no, madam. It should be your blouse this time.”

Ganga her eyes widening in shock, feeling their hands intrusively placed on her, disgust flooding her expression Without hesitation, she slapped their hands away.

Ganga (furious, her voice sharp): “Keep your dirty hands off me! This is the last time I’m saying this—I’ll decide what to remove, not you.”

Javed (rubbing his hand where she’d slapped it, an amused glint in his eyes): “Okay, madam, don’t be so angry. We’d have kept our hands off if you’d just given us a chance to sleep with you.”

Chacha (nodding eagerly): “Yes, madam, just give us a chance.”

Ganga (glaring at them, her voice steely): “Just shut up, both of you.”

Ganga (writing later in her diary, her frustration clear): “Srinu, I was furious. How dare they touch me and demand I remove my clothes? They actually thought that by touching me, they could manipulate me into doing what they wanted. They’re fools.”

Javed (smiling slyly): “Alright, madam, we’ll be quiet. But you still have to remove something.”

Ganga gritting her teeth, her anger evident as she raised her hands to reach the back of her head. Her action unintentionally lifted her chest, drawing the eager stares of Javed and Chacha, who couldn’t resist feasting their eyes on the sight. Ignoring them, she removed her hairband with a forceful tug, her long, beautiful hair cascading down in waves around her shoulders, making her look even more stunning.

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Javed and Chacha both momentarily lost, their eyes wide as they drank in her beauty, forgetting the game for a second

Ganga (noticing their dumbstruck faces, adjusting her hair with a cold expression): “Let’s continue the game.”

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Both Javed and Chacha snapped out of their trance, refocusing on the game. Javed took the coin, flipping it confidently and calling out, "Tails." Ganga watched as it spun in the air before landing in Javed’s hand. He opened his palm, smirking, “Madam, you've won again!”

Chacha, thrilled by the result, bounced forward with a wide grin.

Chacha (excitedly): "Great! I’ll take off my lungi!"

Javed (laughing): “What’s with you, Chacha? Always so keen to strip down. Think you’re a bodybuilder or something?”

Chacha (smirking, gesturing at his crotch): "Bodybuilders have muscles everywhere, but I’ve got mine exactly where they count."

With a smug wink, Chacha yanked off his lungi, standing proudly in his worn-out, tattered underwear. Ganga, horrified but unable to look away, caught a glimpse of a large hole in front, giving a view of his thick cock straining beneath. She gasped, eyes widening in shock before quickly turning her head.

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Javed, barely able to contain his laughter, chacha clapped javed on the shoulder.

Chacha (chuckling): "Alright, enough laughing, Chacha. Let's get back to the game."

Javed flipped the coin again, calling out “Tails.” But once more, Ganga won.

Javed let out an exaggerated sigh and turned to her with a hint of playful defeat.

Javed: "Madam, seems like it’s my turn now."

He removed his pants, now standing beside Chacha in just his underwear. Srinu, watching the footage, noticed Ganga’s quick glance toward Javed’s form before she looked away, her expression one of discomfort mixed with reluctant curiosity.

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Javed noticed Ganga’s gaze lingering a bit too long on him, and, seizing the opportunity, he started flexing his muscles like a show-off bodybuilder.

Javed (smugly, striking a pose): "Chacha, check out these muscles!" (pointing to his abs) "See? Six-pack. Meanwhile, you’ve got yourself a family pack!"

Chacha shot him a look, unphased, patting his own belly with a proud grin.

Chacha (defiant): "You might have those fancy muscles, but strength? That's something I’ve got more of than you, Javed!"

With that, Chacha joined in, imitating Javed’s poses, attempting to flex his non-existent muscles while pushing out his belly as if it were his prized possession. Srinu, watching the video, expected Ganga to be disgusted by their ridiculous display. But to his surprise, she giggled, unable to help herself.

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Ganga wrote, "Srinu, I know you must be baffled, seeing me laugh at a moment like this. But there was something so absurd, so ridiculous about these two buffoons acting like apes, as if their antics would impress me. And yet, despite laughing at them, I’ve never felt this much shame. To have two strangers standing in nothing but their underwear in front of me, flaunting themselves…it’s a punishment I must’ve earned in some previous life."

Srinu felt a strange mix of surprise and confusion over Ganga’s conflicted feelings. Javed and Chacha, catching her laughter, doubled down, striking even sillier poses, feeding off her reaction.

Ganga quickly regained her composure, clearing her throat.

Ganga (firmly): "Alright, enough of this nonsense. Toss the coin. Let’s just finish the game."

Javed and Chacha straightened up, nodding, though the smug grins on their faces lingered, clearly pleased with the attention.

Javed tossed the coin again, and this time, Ganga lost. She was staring at her hands, preparing to remove her bangles as per the rules. But Javed wasn’t satisfied with this minimal move. With a quick nod to Chacha, he signaled him to pull her saree away. Without missing a beat, Chacha grabbed her pallu and yanked it hard, causing Ganga to spin around in shock.

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Ganga (furious): “I’m done with this game! You both broke my rules!”

Javed, quick to manage the situation, held up his hands to calm her down.

Javed (soothingly): “Please, madam, don’t get angry. Don’t stop playing! You’re really close to winning. Just two more wins, and we’ll be completely naked, and then you can go to your husband.”

Chacha nodded enthusiastically, joining in with an apologetic tone.

Chacha (pleading): “Sorry, madam, for pulling your saree. But don’t give up now! You’re so close. If you just get our underwear off, you’ll win.”

Ganga took a deep breath, her anger still simmering but acknowledging the logic in their words.

she later wrote, "I wanted to stop playing right then, Srinu. When that idiot Chacha pulled my saree, I almost walked out. But their argument made sense… just a few more rounds, and I’d win. I thought if I played along, I could finally come to you.”

As she reached to put her saree back on, Javed interrupted her with a sly smirk.

Javed (teasing): “Ah, madam, no putting clothes back on. Once it’s off, it stays off till the game is finished. Or we’ll put our clothes back on too.”

Chacha chimed in, echoing Javed’s condition with a grin. Ganga, realizing she had no choice, let the saree remain on the floor. She now stood in just her blouse, which was fitted tightly over her chest, and her langa, while her mangalsutra dangled just above her exposed cleavage.

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Ganga became hyper-aware of her body; with the saree gone, her soft belly and cleavage were fully visible. She noticed both Javed and Chacha’s eyes tracing every inch, and they weren’t even subtle about it.

Javed moved closer, eyes glued to her chest, his tone almost reverent.

Javed (admiringly): “People like us don’t ever get to see something like this. We’re blessed today, Chacha.”

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Chacha circled around to her back, openly ogling her exposed skin, his tone dripping with appreciation.

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Chacha (hungrily): “Madam, I’ve never seen a woman with such curves.”

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Ganga glanced over her shoulder at Chacha, momentarily catching his gaze. His eyes held a disturbing hunger that unsettled her, but his flattery was strangely disarming.


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she later wrote, "Srinu, this time, they weren’t just trying to touch me. They were trying to manipulate me with their words, showering me with compliments. Even if I laughed at them, their gaze was undressing me. It was like I could feel their eyes, stripping away whatever remained of my clothing.”

Srinu, watching the video, noticed Ganga’s subtle discomfort as she tried to cover her cleavage. But Javed quickly intervened, his voice soft and persuasive.

Javed (smoothly): “Please, madam, don’t hide yourself. It’s a sin to cover this kind of beauty.”

Chacha (supportively): “Yes, madam, it’s a crime to even wear clothes over such beauty. Let us help you take them off.”

Without waiting for her reaction, Chacha placed one hand on her back, rubbing it softly, while his other hand reached down, grasping her langa, attempting to pull it down. Ganga turned sharply.

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she placed her hand on Chacha’s to stop him. But Srinu noticed her reaction was slower than before, almost as if her resolve was wavering.

Taking advantage of her focus on Chacha, Javed slid his hands over her chest, cupping her softly. Ganga looked at javed, her other hand pressing against his to push him away.

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Ganga (softly, almost pleading): “Stop it… please, remove your hands.”

Srinu observed with mounting confusion; her voice lacked its usual fire. He watched as they continued groping her for a few moments before she finally managed to push them off, her breathing heavy with the effort.

Javed and Chacha stood back, frustrated yet clearly still eager, their eyes lingering on her. Javed broke the silence, his voice taking on an almost desperate tone.

Javed (pleadingly): “Enough with this silly game, madam. Please, just give us a chance… let us fuck you once.”

Chacha nodded, his voice pleading as well.

Chacha (gently): “Yes, madam, only once. If you don’t like it, you can go.”

Srinu held his breath, certain that Ganga would lash out in anger. But her response shook him to his core.

Ganga (calmly, with a hint of finality): “If you want me… then finish the game.”

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Srinu sat in stunned silence, reeling from her words. The thought that she might actually let them have her if they won was a shock he couldn’t process.

she later wrote, "I know, Srinu, you must be angry reading this. But you have to understand—I had to keep them playing. If they stopped now, I wouldn’t have any leverage. I had to keep them interested in the game… it was my only way out.”

Srinu leaned back, unsure what to think, watching as the game continued, wondering just how much further Ganga would be pushed before she escaped… or surrendered.

Reluctantly, Javed flipped the coin, and once again, Ganga lost. The air was thick with tension, each one acutely aware of the lingering effects of their previous touches. Javed and Chacha both anticipated that Ganga would remove something minor, like her bangles, but her next move caught everyone off guard.

Slowly, with a deliberate touch, Ganga moved her hands up to the hooks of her blouse. Javed and Chacha both felt a jolt of excitement, thinking for a moment she might actually remove her blouse. But then, she only undid a single hook—just enough to tease them without fully revealing anything. 

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The look on both men’s faces was one of agonizing frustration, and Srinu, watching the video, was stunned by this unexpected move.

Ganga wrote:
"Srinu, I know exactly what you're thinking: what kind of wife would go so far as to tease strange men by undoing her blouse like that? But you need to understand, this wasn’t about letting them have me—it was about punishing them. After the way they put their hands on me, I knew I didn’t have the strength to fight back physically, so I had to play them in another way. If I could leave them wanting and denied, I’d have the last laugh, just like I did with those college guys who tried to mess with me.”

Reading her words, Srinu's mind filled with disgust. He thought, "What a shameless woman, pretending to justify herself with these excuses."

Javed's eyes were glued to Ganga, her blouse slipping open just enough to reveal more of her cleavage, teasing him beyond his control. He snapped, his voice dark and rough with desire.

Javed (snarling): "Sali randi! [You damn slut!]"

Without another thought, he lunged at her, his hands grabbing her breasts, pressing them hard as his lips latched onto her skin, kissing and licking every inch of her chest and cleavage.

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Before Ganga could react to his onslaught, Chacha came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

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chacha's mouth finding the back of her neck. He kissed her skin slowly, his breath hot against her, making her shudder.

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In the video, Srinu watched, his heart hammering as Ganga struggled to fend them off. She raised her left hand, pushing Chacha away, while her right hand pressed against Javed's face, trying to break free.

Javed, however, wasn’t giving up. Instead of pulling back, he pushed on, his mouth moving up her neck, closing in toward her lips.

Ganga twisted her face away, managing to keep his lips from touching hers. Watching this, Srinu felt a strange surge of relief. The thought of Javed kissing Ganga’s lips felt like too much, too intimate. Only I deserve that, he thought fiercely. No one else.

Javed, visibly frustrated by Ganga’s rejection, returned to her breasts, biting and sucking with renewed hunger. To Srinu’s dismay, he noticed Ganga’s expression soften; instead of fighting, she seemed to be giving in, her hands loosening their hold on Javed as he pressed into her. A small, almost involuntary moan escaped her lips as her fingers found Javed’s back, pushing him closer to her chest.

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Meanwhile, Chacha was intensifying his own touch, his hands roaming as he kissed up the side of her neck, now licking the back of her ear. Ganga’s eyes closed, a low, breathy sigh slipping past her lips.

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But Javed wasn’t done testing her limits. Rising from her chest, he leaned in for her lips again, determined. Ganga turned away, evading him once more.


Javed (growling with frustration): "Why don’t you just—"

Without warning, Ganga’s hand shot up, and her palm cracked against his face in a sharp slap that echoed through the room. The slap made both Javed and Chacha freeze, shock clear in their eyes as they stopped in their tracks.

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Javed rubbed his cheek with a slow smile, leaning close to Ganga, his voice barely above a murmur, laced with amusement.

Javed (smiling slyly): "Madam, did you slap me out of anger... or are you just afraid of the pleasure we were giving you?"

Chacha moved in close, whispering into her ear with a low, taunting tone.

Chacha (grinning): "Yes, madam, are you afraid you might end up wanting to fuck us more than your husband?"

For a split second, Ganga hesitated, her gaze hardening. But then she shot back, her voice edged with defiance.

Ganga (firmly): "Shut up, you bastards, and just finish the game."

Javed and Chacha burst into laughter, their voices echoing through the empty building as they took a step back, satisfied with her response.

Watching this on video, Srinu felt a pang of confusion. That moment of hesitation in Ganga’s response—why had she hesitated? Driven by curiosity, he picked up her diary, hoping to understand her true feelings.

As he read, her words unfolded like a secret confession:

"I slapped that asshole Javed across his smug face. But that shameless bastard didn’t even flinch; he just laughed and started asking those stupid questions. They think they can push me, like I’m one of those women who flirts with strange men and fucks them for fun. But they don’t know me. There are so many women who pretend to be sanskari but are sluts beneath it all. Believe me, Srinu, you’d be shocked to know how many are like that in our own friends and family circles. Even Priya, my best friend who looked so innocent, was a slut from way back in our college days. Priya used to get fucked by the boys in our class. I remember how our seniors would take Priya and other friends upstairs to empty classrooms, where they’d have their group fuck sessions. That’s how slutty Priya was, always acting so innocent in front of everyone."

Srinu paused, his mind flashing back to memories of Priya. She was undeniably stunning, the kind of beauty that had every guy in his circle captivated. He remembered one day when Priya had visited their home. She’d leaned in with a naughty smile, letting her cleavage show just enough to tempt him to come fuck her in the bathroom, while Ganga had been busy in the kitchen.

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after that day whenever he thinks of priya he has an instant hard-on in his pants And how much he wanted to fuck her. But he always knew no amount of beauty in this world is worth fucking if it meant losing ganga the love of his life.

He turned back to the diary, letting Ganga’s words pull him in again.

"In college, Priya and others even fucked some of our teachers for better grades. She made me swear never to tell anyone, and being a loyal friend, I never did. It wasn’t just Priya; most of the girls in my college and college brought strangers into their rooms for one-night stands. They didn’t care about our culture, which teaches that a woman should stay pure until marriage. Srinu, you know my family. You know the values my parents raised me with. You wouldn’t believe how many times I was approached, invited to their group fuck sessions. But I never accepted, and I stayed a virgin until our marriage. I knew I had to save myself for my true love—you Srinu."

But then the tone of her writing shifted, her words revealing a hidden layer.

"Srinu, I have to confess… when they asked if I enjoyed being touched by men other than my husband, it woke up a voice buried deep inside me, a voice I tried to silence with my loyalty to you. It’s a voice that’s always questioned me: Am I missing out by saving myself for one person? Am I going to have sex with only one man for the rest of my life? How does it feel for women who experience it with others? These thoughts come to me whenever I see my friends going behind their husbands’ backs."

Srinu set down the diary, his mind swimming. He’d always heard that a woman’s heart was deeper than the ocean, and now, reading Ganga’s most intimate thoughts, he understood. She was a maze of emotions, a complex blend of love, curiosity, and restraint—her desires and fears, all hidden beneath her calm exterior. In those words, he glimpsed the truest depths of her heart.

Srinu replayed the video, his mind fixated on every moment. Javed flipped the coin, his voice calling “heads” just as the coin spun in the air. With a wicked grin, Javed caught it, revealing the result to Ganga. It was heads. Again, she had lost.

Javed (tauntingly): "There you go, madam. You wanted to play, and now you lost."

Chacha joined, stepping close behind her with a grin on his face.

Chacha (leaning in, teasing): "Yes, madam, you lost. Now, you have to remove your clothes."

In the video, Srinu noticed a flicker of thought pass over Ganga’s face. He assumed she might playfully take off something insignificant, maybe a bangle or her hairpin, anything to buy time and keep Javed and Chacha in the game until one of them eventually lost. But as he watched, his anticipation turned to shock at her next move. 

Ganga stood between Javed and Chacha, her heart racing as she felt their eager eyes on her. She lifted her hands to the sides of her langa, her fingers toying with the fabric just above her hips. She hesitated, casting them a daring glance, then slowly began inching the langa up her legs, teasing them with the slow reveal of skin.

The room was silent, save for the slight rustle of fabric. As her langa rose higher, both men stared, their expressions caught between shock and intrigue. Ganga’s hands moved gracefully, sliding beneath the langa, where her fingers found the waistband of her panties. She exhaled, her breath catching slightly as she hooked her thumbs into the thin band.

With a soft shimmy, she wiggled her hips, making the fabric slide gradually down her thighs. She shifted her weight, her hips swaying, her movements deliberate and teasing. The panties inched lower, revealing more of her skin, the anticipation building with each subtle motion.

As the waistband reached her knees, she bent slightly, the lacy fabric sliding down to her ankles. She stepped out gracefully, lifting one foot, then the other, leaving the panties in a small, crumpled heap on the floor. When she straightened, she looked at Javed and Chacha, a bold, defiant gleam in her eye, as if to challenge them. 

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Srinu could almost hear her silent challenge: Yes, I just did that. What are you going to do about it?

In her diary, he recalled Ganga’s words, written with a raw honesty that struck him:

"Srinu, I too had no idea what made me remove my panties. I wanted to tease them, to punish them, make them want me without ever letting them have me. But as their hands kept wandering over me, as their eyes devoured me, a voice deep inside—one that I’ve ignored for so long—stirred. ‘What if you just took them off?’ it whispered. There was this voice in my head, something deep and hidden that I’d always suppressed. A voice that whispers when no one else is around, questioning everything I’ve been taught, every norm I’ve been conditioned to follow. This voice, i realized, had always been there, lurking beneath the surface, buried under years of societal expectations. It was the voice that made me question the rules that governed my life: the traditions that dictated how i should dress, how i should behave, and how i should interact with the world. I had suppressed this voice, silencing it whenever it dared to speak up when someone said "Don’t wear those clothes; they’re too revealing. Don’t talk to strangers; they’ll think poorly of you. Keep your pallu over your head when around men; it’s respectful." Each admonition from family and society reinforced my compliance "Why must I cover up? Why must I hide who I am? Why is it wrong to express my desires?" The questions echoed in my mind, demanding answers. 

In the heat of the moment with Javed and Chacha, i felt that voice rise up, overpowering the whispers of doubt and fear. It urged me to break the mold, to embrace my sensuality, to act on my desires without apology. The culmination of years spent repressing that part of myself led to an overwhelming desire to rebel, to feel alive in a way i had never allowed myself before. I wanted to tease them, to see how far I could go without losing myself. I wanted to punish them for the years of suppression by showing them the side of me they thought they could never touch. I didn’t even realize I was doing it, When I removed my panties, it was a moment of pure instinct, a desire to unleash everything I had kept bottled up. It was like a dam bursting, flooding my senses with exhilaration. I wanted to take back the narrative. I wanted to challenge the expectations placed upon me and discover who I truly am beneath the layers of tradition."

As Srinu returned to the screen, he watched Javed and Chacha pounce on her with unrestrained desire. Javed’s hands were immediately on her breasts, his mouth hungrily covering her, while Chacha’s lips found her back, each touch more aggressive than before. The last hints of resistance seemed to dissolve as Ganga let out a soft, involuntary moan, her body yielding to their touch.

Javed’s hands moved deftly to the remaining hooks on her blouse, unfastening them and peeling her blouse off her shoulders, He paused, taking in the sight of her skin, her exposed curves, before moving his mouth to her cleavage his mouth exploring every inch, his hands kneading the soft flesh. His lips moved eagerly, sucking and teasing, as he explored the sensitive skin with his tongue, igniting waves of pleasure that coursed through her. Ganga’s breath hitched, each moan escaping her lips as she Ganga threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. His mouth traveled to her breasts, where he paused to take in the sight of her before he began kissing and nibbling gently at her nipples over her bra, alternating between soft kisses and playful bites.

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Srinu watched, hoping, just hoping she’d push him away, that she’d resist. But his hope evaporated when he saw Ganga’s lips parted, her tongue slipping out to lick her upper lip, her face lost in pleasure. There was no disgust, no shame—only enjoyment.

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Seeing Javed suckling on Ganga's nipples, Srinu’s mind was flooded with memories of just how soft and full her breasts felt. Her boobs had always been the hottest part of her body to him, and he couldn’t resist them, even when they were in public. He remembered how she used to playfully manipulate him, flashing him a hint of cleavage whenever she wanted something from him. All it took was that little tease, and he’d be wrapped around her finger, doing whatever she asked. He would rest his head on her chest, feeling as if her breasts were his two best friends, a source of warmth, comfort, and sheer temptation.

But now, watching a man he considered a third-class laborer, a nobody, munching on her breasts, made him feel sick to his core. It was as if something sacred was being torn away from him. Each kiss, each bite from Javed on the breasts he cherished, made Srinu feel dead inside, a hollow ache growing as he continued to watch.

Chacha was equally relentless in his exploration, Chacha leaned in, his lips brushing softly along her shoulders, starting at the nape of her neck and trailing down, leaving a series of slow, lingering kisses in his wake. Chacha’s lips brushed against her back, warm and slightly damp, pressing kisses along her spine. Ganga’s body responded in small, instinctive movements, her breath quickening, her skin sensitized to each touch. 

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He lifted her hair gently with one hand, brushing it aside to reveal the thin strap of her bra resting against her shoulder. His fingers found the strap, and he began to slide it down, his lips following the path, pressing kisses against the newly exposed skin. The contrast between the cool air and his warm breath made her shiver, and as he reached her shoulder, he felt her hand on his, halting his movement.

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Ganga (her voice barely a whisper, trembling): “Please… don’t take it off.”

Her words were hesitant, yet her body seemed to say otherwise. There was a slight tremor in her voice, a mix of uncertainty and excitement, as if she was torn between her own desire and an instinct to resist. Chacha leaned closer, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of her neck, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered.

Chacha (softly, a hint of teasing in his tone): “Madam, stop teasing us like this… let us see you completely. Let us explore every part of you.”

Ganga turned her head slightly, her face a mixture of resistance and intrigue, her lips parting as though to respond, but all she managed was a soft, almost inaudible “no.” Yet her body contradicted her words. Her posture, her slight, involuntary movements—all of it hinted that, at least a part of her, was yielding to their touch.

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Chacha returned to her back, trailing kisses lower, his mouth leaving a trail of wet kisses that sent shivers down her spine. He moved with slow, deliberate intention, pressing his lips against every curve, every fold, lingering in the small of her back. reaching her hips, his lips tracing every curve, every contour. He took his time, pressing his lips to each fold, tasting the faint, salty sheen of sweat that clung to her skin. She let out soft, involuntary sounds as he continued, her body arching slightly, responding to his exploration. Chacha’s hands found their way to her hips, squeezing them gently as he pressed his mouth to the sensitive area between her back and her waist, inhaling the scent of her skin.

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Moving lower, his hands spread across her buttocks, fingers pressing into her skin as he massaged her, savoring the way her body molded under his hands.

Chacha leaned in, bringing his face close to her ass, breathing in her ass as he buried his nose against her. He let his lips press into her butt, taking a mouthful of her flesh between his teeth, biting down gently but firmly, tasting the heat of her skin underneath her langa. 

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Seeing Chacha bite down on Ganga's butt cheeks brought back the memory of how round and juicy her ass was. Srinu remembered the times he’d had her in doggy style, how he would lick her asshole before fucking her in the ass. He could still hear her playful protests, calling it “gross” and laughing that he was treating her ass as if it were ice cream. It was their secret, a part of her she had given only to him.


Now, the thought that this “ice cream,” once his alone to savor, might be eaten by a dirty old man like Chacha filled Srinu with a sickening dread. Each bite that Chacha took of her flesh, each possessive grip on her body, felt like it was chipping away at Srinu’s soul, taking everything he held dear and corrupting it. That sacred connection, that intimacy they had built together, was unraveling in front of him, leaving him feeling empty, broken, and as if he had lost all hope in life.

Javed, sensing Ganga’s control slipping further, decided to test his luck one more time. Leaning close to her, his eyes focused on her lips, he began to move his face toward hers, hoping she would finally let him kiss her. Just as he got close, Ganga turned her face away, a slight but unmistakable rejection. Frustrated but not deterred, Javed pleaded with a tone full of desperation.

Javed (voice thick with want, pleading): “Please, madam… bas ek baar… sirf ek baar ka mauka de do… [just once… just give us one chance]. Please, let us fuck you. Just once.”

But Ganga, keeping her face turned away, replied firmly, her voice steady despite everything happening around her.

Ganga (calmly, her face turned away): “No, please stop this. Let’s finish the game—I have to go back to my husband.”

Hearing her mention her husband, even after all they’d done to seduce and break her resolve, snapped something in Javed. His expression twisted with anger, and he spat out his frustration.

Javed (snarling, unable to hold back): “Randi! [Whore!]”

The harshness in his voice was unmistakable, and even Srinu, watching helplessly from afar, felt the sting of that word. Ganga turned, her face flickering with shock and anger, meeting his gaze. But Javed’s lips curled into a cruel smirk as he leaned closer, his tone turning sinister.

Javed (smirking maliciously): “Do you really think if you win this game, we’re just going to let you walk back to your husband? We would have fucked you anyway. This game was just a ruse to get you naked.”

Ganga’s enjoyment faded, anger taking over her expression as Javed’s true intentions became clear. Chacha, who had been absorbed in biting and savoring her body, stopped, looking over to witness the confrontation. Javed, still grinning, leaned in with a darker demand in his voice.

Javed (demanding, sneering): “Now, come here and give me a real kiss.”

He moved to press his lips to hers, but Ganga, her anger now flashing in her eyes, turned her face away in defiance. For a moment, Srinu felt a flicker of hope—maybe she’d slap him, just like she had done before when he first forced a kiss on her.

But instead, Ganga raised her hands, holding Javed’s face by his jaw, her glare fierce and unyielding. 

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Srinu held his breath, expecting her to shove him or slap him away, but instead, he saw her gaze soften. Ganga's eyes locked with Javed’s, drifting slowly from his eyes to his lips, and Srinu felt a sickening dread in his gut. In that moment, he knew exactly what she was about to do.

Srinu (his thoughts racing, barely able to contain his horror): This whore… she’s actually going to kiss him.

Javed seemed to sense it too, his own eyes glinting with anticipation as he leaned closer, his mouth waiting for just a breath away from hers. Srinu felt as if he were watching in slow motion, unable to stop what was unfolding in front of him.

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srinu practically jumped in his seat as Ganga leaned in fully, her lips pressing to Javed’s in a sudden, undeniable kiss.

What made it all the more unbearable was that it wasn’t just a simple kiss—Ganga’s mouth opened slightly, and her tongue slipped between Javed’s lips, deepening the kiss into something intimate, something that left Srinu feeling as though the ground had fallen out from under him. Her tongue moved against Javed’s, exploring his mouth in a way Srinu had thought was reserved only for him. He watched, heartbroken, as she rubbed her lips along Javed’s, savoring the kiss in a way that felt like an ultimate betrayal.

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Srinu's heart sank further as he watched Ganga, with an unmistakable intimacy, press her lips fully against Javed's, her tongue sliding into his mouth with a slow, deliberate motion. It felt like a betrayal deeper than anything he could have imagined. He remembered how he loved every moment of their kisses, the way he used to feed her sweets before pressing his lips to hers, savoring the lingering sweetness of her tongue. Those kisses had been something sacred to him, a cherished ritual that he thought was just between the two of them.

Srinu (his thoughts, filled with despair): This was our moment, our connection… and now, she’s sharing it with him.

Srinu felt like he had hit rock bottom, his very sense of identity as her husband crumbling, knowing that something so personal, so intimate, was now being shared with a man he saw as nothing more than a “third-class laborer.”

Ganga's diary entry continued..

"I was furious with them, Srinu. When Javed revealed that their real plan was to keep me from you, to use this so-called game to strip me bare and humiliate me, I felt a rage I hadn’t known before. That bastard, Javed, even had the audacity to force a kiss on me. The idea of a laborer like him thinking he could put his lips on mine disgusted me. It reminded me of all those boys in college and college who dreamed of kissing me, who tried and were turned down because I knew better—I had my principles, my respect for our culture.

But then… when I held Javed’s face in my hands, something strange happened. That voice inside me, the one that’s always there, questioning everything, started speaking louder. It kept asking why I should be bound by these standards, these rules society has set. It whispered, ‘Why can’t you kiss strangers? Who decided that’s wrong for you? And what if he’s a laborer—aren’t they human too? Don’t they have feelings?’

I tried to silence it, tried to push down those thoughts, but the voice kept pushing, telling me, ‘Just kiss him… just kiss him.’

And then… I don’t know what happened, Srinu. I felt this rush, and before I could think, I leaned forward, closed the distance, and pressed my lips to his. I felt my tongue slip into his mouth, tasting him, as if I were suddenly lost in a need to do exactly what I’d always resisted. And for a moment… I lost myself in that kiss, in a way that felt both wrong and unstoppable. I don’t know how long we kissed, but suddenly…"

Srinu turned to video..

Meanwhile, Chacha, watching Ganga giving a deep lip kiss to Javed, felt his penis harden as he continued to stare, unable to hold back his arousal. Moving closer, he positioned himself behind her, gripping her waist firmly. He started rubbing himself against her ass over her langa, unable to resist the urge any longer. Driven by the sight of her tongue dancing with Javed’s, Chacha began humping her from behind, pressing himself into her, his breathing ragged as his excitement built with each movement.

A few moments passed as Srinu watched with a broken heart, unable to look away, as Ganga continued her deep kiss with Javed, letting her tongue explore his mouth while Chacha ground against her ass from behind. The betrayal felt visceral, raw, as he took in the sight of her lips moving with Javed’s and her body seemingly yielding to Chacha’s hands on her waist. Just then, a loud lorry horn honked from the road outside, the sudden sound piercing through the room.

The noise jolted Ganga from her trance. Her eyes widened as if she had just woken up, realizing what she was doing. In a swift, panicked motion, she gathered her strength, pushing both Javed and Chacha away, her hands instinctively crossing over her chest as she began to run toward the exit door. The force of her push made Javed’s coin slip from his hand, clattering onto the floor, while Chacha’s phone tumbled from his grip, hitting the ground beside it.

Seeing Ganga dash toward the exit, Chacha’s face twisted with frustration. He shouted after her.

Chacha (yelling at Javed): "Arey Javed, pakado use! [Hey, Javed, grab her!]"

Javed darted after her, with Chacha quickly snatching up his phone from the ground and following close behind. But before they could reach her, they stopped abruptly, watching in confusion as Ganga stood completely still by the door. She was facing the exit, the door open, yet she didn’t make a move to escape. Instead, she just stood there, her back to them, frozen.

Both men exchanged puzzled looks.

Chacha (glancing at Javed, bewildered): "Are vah! Baat kyun nahin rahi hai… darvaza to khula hai? [Hey, why isn’t she running… the door’s open?]"

Javed (his face mirroring Chacha’s confusion): "Are, mujhe kya pata, Chacha. [Hey, how should I know, Chacha?]"

Chacha (scratching his head, frowning): "Vah tab se bhagna chahti thi… ab bhaagane ka mauka mila hai, magar fir bhi nahin bhag rahi hai. [She wanted to run all this time… now she has a chance, but she isn’t running.]"

Javed (curious, his voice surprised): "Iska matlab kya hai? [What does it mean?]"

They soon had their answer when Ganga slowly turned her head back, glancing over her shoulder with a look that caught them off guard. A sly, naughty smile began to spread across her face, her eyes glinting with something neither man had expected.

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Chacha (excitedly, his face lighting up): "Iska matlab vah humse chudwana chahti hai! [It means she wants us to fuck her!]"

Without hesitation, Javed lunged forward, scooping her up into his arms and planting a kiss on her lips as he did. Ganga responded, her arms wrapping around his neck, letting him carry her back inside. 

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Srinu wanted to know why she stopped at the door. Why didn't she just run away when she had a chance? He looked in the diary for her thoughts where she explained.

"I know, Srinu, that you’re wondering why I didn’t run away when I could have. Why I stopped at the door, why I didn’t take the chance to escape. But you have to understand… there’s a voice inside me, one I’ve silenced for years. This voice kept asking, ‘Why are you running away? Do you really want to be known as someone who slept with only one man her entire life? Don’t you want to know how it feels to experience something different, to be with someone else?’

I never dared to explore these questions before, always choosing the path that was ‘right’ according to society’s standards. I’ve lived my whole life as the ‘sanskari’ woman, dedicated to one man, following the rules, earning respect. But what did I truly get out of it, Srinu? I watched my friends experiment freely, going off to have one-night stands, living their lives without guilt. They didn’t feel ashamed, they didn’t hold back. They had that freedom, that thrill. And they still returned to their partners, living happily, without any burden of guilt. For once, I wondered… what if I allowed myself the same?

This voice told me, ‘No one has to know. Just this once, you can have a night that’s only yours, a night where you break free of all the expectations. Srinu doesn’t have to know. Your family doesn’t have to know. You can still live happily after this. Just for tonight, let go of your principles and have fun.’

And I started to think… maybe it wasn’t such a terrible thing, this curiosity I felt. For so long, I’ve wondered if my friends were experiencing something more than me, something different, something I could never even imagine because I’d never allowed myself to step outside those boundaries.

It feels so wrong to even admit this to you, Srinu, and I know I should have pushed these thoughts away. A wife isn’t supposed to betray her husband, especially a husband as loving and dedicated as you. Our life together has been beautiful, and I love you so deeply, but… there’s always been this little part of me that questioned what it would be like to let go, to be free, to feel something completely new.

When Javed and Chacha first attacked me and took me to that room, I was absolutely determined to fight, to resist them with everything I had. I had no intention of letting them take advantage of me. But as the game went on, as they touched me, as they kept tempting me, that voice deep within me began to stir. The part of me that I had silenced for so long started to ask those questions again. I felt the weight of my ‘sanskari’ life, the years of suppressing my own desires, my own curiosity.

And then, as they kept pushing, touching, and testing me, I started to question… who am I really trying to impress by living this way? Why am I the only one who doesn’t get to experience more, to know the touch of someone other than the man I married? All of my friends have had that experience, and I’m the only one who held back, who never gave in to that curiosity.

Please, Srinu, don’t hate me, but in that moment, I decided… this would be my one night stand, my one chance to explore the side of myself I’d always buried. This would be my one-night stand, the secret that no one else would know, something I missed out on all those years. For this one night, I wanted to feel something different, to know what it’s like to let go and explore those parts of myself I never dared to reveal."

As Srinu finished reading, he felt a hollow ache where his love and trust had once been. Ganga’s words laid bare a side of her he had never known, a side that had yearned for freedom, for something beyond the life they had built together. Her honesty stung, her confession piercing through him with an intensity he hadn’t expected, leaving him to confront the pieces of his heart that felt shattered beyond repair.

Srinu watched as javed laid her down on the mattresses scattered across the floor, her body sinking into the softness as he leaned over her, their breaths mingling as the moment grew charged with anticipation.

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As Javed gently laid Ganga down on the mattress, Srinu noticed an undeniable shift in her demeanor. She was no longer panicking or shouting for help; instead, she appeared calm, almost at ease. Her expression had softened, her breathing steady, as if she had made peace with what was happening. Javed settled beside her on the mattress, positioning himself to her left. He slid his left hand under her neck, using his arm to pull her closer. Ganga didn't come fully on top of him but lay partially against his side, nestled comfortably as if they were longtime lovers sharing a quiet, intimate moment.

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Their lips met again in a slow, deliberate kiss, the kind shared by two people savoring every second, their mouths moving together in a rhythm that felt both familiar and electrifying. The urgency that had marked their earlier interactions had faded, replaced by a gentle, sensual connection. It was a stark contrast to the start of this encounter; now, they seemed like a couple basking in each other’s presence.

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Meanwhile, Chacha, observing them, did not join immediately. He moved around the room, scanning for the perfect spot to set up his phone. After a moment of consideration, he found a place that satisfied him, placing the phone to capture the entire room in view. Satisfied with the angle, Chacha joined them on the mattress, stripped down to his underwear just like Javed, while Ganga lay before them in only her bra and langa, her body exposed and unguarded.

Srinu could see on the video that everything had settled into a strange calm. Ganga wasn’t resisting or arguing, and both Javed and Chacha had dropped any hint of aggression. It was clear now—she was cooperating fully, and they, in turn, had softened their approach, taking their time and moving with care.

Chacha leaned down to place a soft kiss on Ganga’s left shoulder, his lips warm and gentle against her skin. The touch drew her attention, and she paused her kiss with Javed, turning to look at Chacha with a small, inviting smile that welcomed him into the moment. 

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Javed, however, wasn’t content to stop kissing her, and as Ganga turned her head to Chacha, he continued trailing kisses down her cheek, then along her chin, as if he couldn’t bear to break the contact.

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Ganga shifted her body slightly, creating a bit more space for Chacha. With a calm, inviting gesture, she raised her left hand, resting it on the back of Chacha’s head. She guided him to her back, inviting him to continue his kisses along her shoulders, her body language fully open, as though surrendering herself to their touch. Chacha responded eagerly, his mouth returning to her skin, trailing soft, lingering kisses down her back, each kiss sending gentle tremors through her as she embraced the tenderness between them.


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As Ganga resumed kissing Javed, her focus seemed to waver, her attention divided between his lips and the sensations Chacha was creating from behind. Chacha's lips began trailing a line of warm, wet kisses along her neck, moving down to her shoulder, nibbling and biting just enough to send a shiver through her.

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Each gentle bite elicited soft moans from her that vibrated through Javed's mouth, her breath coming in heated gasps against his lips. Javed, hearing her moans intensify, was spurred on, deepening their kiss, savoring each sound she made.

With each passing second, Ganga’s moans grew louder, her pleasure building as Chacha continued his work behind her, turning up the intensity. His mouth became more urgent, kissing and biting along her neck, his hands moving over her ass, kneading each cheek firmly.

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Ganga arched back into his touch, her hand reaching back to grip his hair, guiding his head closer, urging him on. Chacha took the cue, biting down gently on her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he explored each inch. His hand gripped her ass more insistently, taking turns with each cheek, pressing into her with a possessive need.

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chacha's grip on her ass tightening as he took turns kneading each cheek. Ganga placed her hand over Chacha’s, and Srinu, watching through the video, thought she might be asking him to stop. But then he saw her guiding Chacha’s hand beneath her langa, allowing him direct access to her skin. Chacha eagerly complied, his fingers exploring as he began rubbing her intimately, his fingers grazing her asshole, which he teased with a deliberate touch.

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Srinu, watching this unfold, felt an ache deep within, unable to comprehend how his traditionally-minded, “sanskari” wife could allow someone like Chacha to touch her so intimately.

Chacha, emboldened, leaned in close, his mouth by her ear as he licked behind it and nibbled on her earlobe.

Chacha (whispering with a grin): “Madam, are you only going to kiss Javed all night? Now it’s my turn to kiss you.”

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With a playful expression, he held her chin, turning her face toward him, breaking her kiss with Javed. But Javed, unwilling to lose her attention, cupped her face in his hand, pulling her back toward him. It quickly became a tug-of-war, each of them wanting to claim her lips.

Ganga, without a word, gently removed both their hands from her face, calmly signaling them to pause. Then, like a mother sharing with her children, she tugged her left bra pad aside, revealing her left breast. Srinu, watching, couldn’t believe what he was seeing. With one hand, Ganga guided Javed’s head down to her exposed nipple, encouraging him to suck, while she turned her head toward Chacha, inviting him to kiss her on the lips.

Chacha and Javed, each now satisfied with their place, indulged eagerly. Javed latched onto her nipple, sucking passionately, while Chacha and Ganga kissed wildly, their mouths meeting with fervor, Chacha’s hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss, his tongue eagerly exploring her mouth. Ganga responded with equal fervor, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him in as their mouths moved together, hungrily tasting and savoring each other. Their breaths mingled, hot and heavy, as they kissed with wild intensity, lost in the heat of the moment.

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Srinu sat frozen, his world unraveling as he watched his beloved Ganga, the woman he had seen as pure, as his one true partner, surrender herself to two strangers. Her soft lips, once his alone, now moved fervently against Chacha’s, her mouth meeting his with wild abandon. 

The intimacy he thought was reserved for them was now shared so freely, so openly, that it made Srinu question everything he believed in. The reality of the moment struck him deeply. His mind raced with memories of heated debates with his friends, especially Abhishek, who had always argued against the idea of the “sanskari” woman. Abhishek’s words echoed in his head, about how so-called "sanskari" women hid their desires under a veil of propriety, while those openly honest about their pasts were, ironically, more transparent. He remembered how fiercely he’d defended Ganga, holding her up as proof of his belief in traditional values, convinced she was different, that she was pure and sincere.

But now, watching her in this moment, he couldn’t help but feel betrayed—not just by her but by his own faith. He questioned if he’d been wrong all along, if perhaps the values he held so close were nothing more than illusions. His trust, his pride in her innocence, now felt painfully naive.

As Ganga and Chacha’s kiss grew deeper, Javed reached behind her, his fingers skillfully undoing the hooks of her bra. With one smooth motion, he slid it down her arms until it fell away completely. Now, she is only in her langa tied around her waist, her Mangalsutra resting seductively on her breasts. Javed’s eyes darkened with desire as he reached forward, pushing her Mangalsutra aside, and bent to take her other nipple into his mouth, sucking it deeply while his hands massaged her breasts with a firm, possessive touch. Ganga also encouraged him by tucking javed's head deeper into her breasts.

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Ganga’s breath hitched, and, unable to resist, she slipped her right hand between them, reaching down to feel the hard outline of Javed’s cock over his underwear. Her fingers pressed against his cock, he could feel the jolts of pleasure shooting through him with her touch.

Javed (gasping, his voice thick with arousal): "madam... Ahhh?

Ganga’s fingers brushed over his length, her touch exploring, teasing him. Driven by the sensation, Javed’s lips sought hers, pulling her face from Chacha’s kiss with a sense of possessive urgency. Yet, even as he did, he felt the tension building between them, the unspoken rivalry for her attention.

Before it could escalate, Ganga noticed Chacha’s disappointment, a flicker of longing in his gaze. She guided his head with her left hand, directing him to his favorite part of her body—her ass.

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Chacha wasted no time. He trailed kisses down to her hips, his mouth moving over every curve, licking and biting gently as he reached her ass. Ganga arched into him, pressing his face deeper against her, feeling the roughness of his stubble and the heat of his mouth.

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Meanwhile, Javed’s mouth descended on her lips again, his kiss now filled with raw intensity. His teeth nipped at her lips, tugging, biting, savoring the taste of her as she rubbed her hand over his cock, her touch growing firmer. She could feel him twitch under her touch, the hardness pressing insistently against her hand.


Javed (breathless, his voice almost a growl): "Sali Randi... ahhh"

The pressure of her hand grew, and Javed’s movements became more frantic, his lips leaving a trail of kisses across her face, down to her neck. Just when he thought he couldn’t take it any longer, Ganga slipped her hand under his underwear, her fingers wrapping directly around his cock. The feeling of her warm, soft hand stroking him without any barrier sent a shockwave through his body.

Javed (groaning deeply, burying his face into her neck): "Sali kya randi hai yaar.. ahhhhh"[What a whore she is!]

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Her strokes grew bolder, her fingers moving with purpose as she tightened her grip, each motion sending Javed spiraling further into pleasure. He kissed her wildly, his lips moving across her face and neck, drinking in her soft moans as she encouraged him.

Ganga (whispering, breathlessly): "Mmmmm.. Ahhhh!"

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srinu could not believe that his beloved wife was being called RANDI! But instead of getting angry, she is stroking his cock.

Javed held Ganga's hand firmly, his voice rough and intense.

Javed (with a sly grin): "Sali randi, bus karo… nikal jayegi! [You damn slut, stop it… or I’ll finish!]"

At his words, Ganga’s hand stilled, releasing his cock. Javed leaned in, planting a swift kiss on her lips, his expression a mix of anger and desire.

Javed (with a dark chuckle): "Madarchod randi… ab tak hamen chhodkar jaane ka soch rahi thi… aur ab hamara land hila rahi ho! [Fucking whore… you thought of leaving me… and now you’re stroking my cock!]"

Ganga looked up at him, speechless, her breathing heavy as her gaze held his. Javed's eyes sparkled with a primal hunger.

Javed (murmuring, voice low and commanding): "Ab tak kaise hamen tadpa rahi thi… ab dekho, tumse kaise land chuswayenge. [You tortured me long enough… now see how I’ll make you suck my cock.]"

With that, he guided her down, pushing her firmly toward his cock. Ganga obeyed, rising from his side and positioning herself over him. 

Chacha, sensing her intent, moved back and waited to give her space.

Ganga settled onto her knees at Javed's feet, watching him lift his hips to tug off his underwear. She leaned forward to help him, her hands steady as she slid the fabric down his legs, freeing his cock. It stood hard and ready, angled straight from his body as he lay on the mattress.

Meanwhile, Srinu watched in the video, his mind spiraling with shock and disbelief. He could see everything—Javed fully exposed, Ganga poised over him, her body in a perfect doggy position as she leaned toward his cock. Even though Srinu had witnessed everything she’d done up until now, his heart pounded with an overwhelming sense of betrayal. His mind raced, screaming internally.

Srinu (desperately, in silent agony): "No, Ganga! Please, no… don’t do it… please don’t do it!"

But Ganga, oblivious to Srinu’s despair, slowly leaned closer to Javed’s cock, balancing herself on her right elbow as she moved in. Her left hand wrapped around the base of his cock, steadying it as she brought it near her mouth. Her gaze never wavered, holding Javed’s eyes with an intensity that sent a thrill through him. She leaned in, her tongue slipping out to lightly graze the head of his cock, a slow, deliberate lick that left him shuddering.

Javed (breath hitching, his voice almost a whisper): "Ahh… cheenal aurat… [slutty girl]"

Without a word, Ganga leaned in deeper, wrapping her lips around his cock and, in a single fluid motion, took him deep into her throat, her mouth hot and tight around his length. Javed’s hand trembled with excitement as he reached forward, fingers tangling in her hair, pulling it back to clear his view. He watched her intently, mesmerized by the sight of her, lips stretched around him, her eyes still locked onto his.

Ganga moved with practiced skill, her mouth creating a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure surging through Javed’s body. Her lips and tongue worked him over, drawing deep, guttural moans from him as she held him with unbroken eye contact, each movement deliberate, each stroke designed to drive him further toward the edge. Javed’s breaths came in ragged gasps, his hand gripping her hair tighter as he watched, entranced, feeling every flick of her tongue, every pressure of her lips as she consumed him fully.

As Srinu watched Ganga someone he cherished, sucking Javed cock, a surge of disbelief and anguish washed over him. His heart tightened, and before he knew it, tears welled up in his eyes, streaming silently down his cheeks. 

Chacha, watching Ganga’s lips sliding up and down on Javed's cock, felt a surge of desire he could no longer hold back. Positioned as she was—her body curved in a perfect doggy stance, her ass arched upward while she focused on Javed—Ganga's body seemed to invite him. Without a second thought, Chacha knelt behind her, his hands landing firmly on her hips, feeling the soft flesh beneath his fingers.

Chacha (murmuring to himself, almost in a trance): "mujse… bas ab aur intezaar nahin hota." [ahh… I can’t wait any longer.]

He leaned in, biting down on her buttocks, the fabric of her langa still in the way but unable to mask the warmth of her body beneath. Ganga let out a muffled gasp around Javed’s cock as Chacha’s teeth pressed into her, adding an unexpected intensity to the sensations coursing through her.

But Chacha wasn’t satisfied; the fabric of her langa between them only increased his urgency. Driven by raw desire, he slid his hands up her thighs, bunching her langa higher until he could slip his head beneath the cloth. Now, with nothing blocking his path, he pressed his face close, his breath warm against her skin. Ganga's bare ass was inches away, and without hesitation, Chacha leaned in, his tongue flicking out to trace a line directly over her asshole.

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The sudden contact made Ganga shiver, her grip on Javed tightening as Chacha’s tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles, each touch sending a thrill through her entire body.

Javed (noticing her reaction, chuckling): “chacha Har Waqt gand chuste rahte Ho, kya?” [Every time you keep licking ass?]

Ganga, unable to respond, focused harder on Javed, her eyes meeting his as she continued to suck, the intensity building between all three of them. Chacha’s tongue moved skillfully, his mouth exploring her with an unrestrained hunger, savoring every inch of her while Javed watched, his hand still tangled in Ganga’s hair as he guided her rhythm on his cock.

ChaCha Got out ganga's langa, his hands trembling with anticipation, reached down and grasped the fabric of Ganga's langa. Chacha grinned as he pulled Ganga's langa down, letting it slide over her smooth skin, exposing more of her curves. As he tugged it down past her waist and over her hips, Ganga sensed what he wanted. Still focused on Javed, she lifted her knees, one at a time, while continuing to suck on Javed’s cock. This small act of cooperation allowed Chacha to slide the langa all the way off, leaving her completely naked before them.

Chacha (awe-struck, unable to tear his gaze away): "Saala, yeh toh mere sapno se bhi zyada khoobsurat hai. [Damn, this is even more beautiful than my dreams.]"

For a moment, he stood there, captivated. Ganga's ass, now fully visible, was perfectly shaped—like a heart—with her tight asshole centered above her wet pussy. The sight made Chacha’s desire flare even hotter; he knew he couldn't hold back anymore. Quickly, he stripped off his underwear, his hard cock standing ready as he knelt behind her.

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He found himself torn, staring at both her asshole and her dripping pussy, both tantalizing options.

Chacha (muttering to himself, eager): "Ab kaunsa Pehle chodu... [Now, which hole first...]"

But his greed got the best of him; he chose her asshole, his desire for something dirty and forbidden winning out.

Chacha (grinning, positioning himself): "Aaj toh tere gande asshole se shuru karunga. [Today, I'm starting with your dirty asshole.]"

Without another thought, he lined himself up and pushed forward, sliding his cock into her tight opening. The resistance only heightened his excitement, each inch a struggle that drove him wild. Ganga moaned, a deep, guttural sound muffled by Javed’s cock still in her mouth, her body quivering with the sensation. She arched her back, pressing her ass further into him, meeting his every thrust.

The slap of skin echoed in the room as her buttocks flapped against Chacha’s thighs, creating a rhythm, a "tap tap" sound that only fueled his desire. Chacha grunted, gripping her hips tighter as he drove himself deeper, each movement rougher than the last.

Seeing ChaCha fucking Ganga in the ass. Javed also wanted to fuck ganga too. 

Javed (grinning, his voice rough with need): "BahenChod randi, come here!"

She responded to his roughness, obeying without a second thought, and let her lips curve into a sly smile. She gave Chacha’s butt a playful tap, signaling him to pause, momentarily interrupting the rhythm they’d fallen into.

Chacha let out a low, impatient growl, his fingers pressing into her waist as he struggled to hold himself back.

Chacha (grumbling with a smirk): "Aree, jaldi karo, randi… yahan main intezaar nahin kar sakta!" [Hurry up, slut… I can’t wait around here!]

Ganga widened her legs, positioning herself over Javed with a calculated sensuality. She felt the heat radiating from him, his cock hard and ready beneath her, positioning herself over Javed until his cock was lined up right beneath her pussy. Slowly, she eased herself down, feeling him slide into her wet pussy. Javed gripped her hips tightly, his hands possessive as he guided her movements, groaning as he filled her. But the moment she felt him fully inside her, Ganga gave Chacha a knowing look over her shoulder, inviting him to resume his place behind her.

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Srinu watched in stunned disbelief, his heart twisting painfully. He could see the passion, the intensity in her eyes, and the way her body responded with complete abandon to these men. Each movement, each moan, each shared look drove a knife deeper into his chest, as he silently pleaded, begging her to stop.

Srinu (murmuring to himself, voice choked with emotion): "Ganga… baby.. what are you doing? Don’t do this… please…" 

Ganga moaned, both men now deep inside her, moving in a rhythm that matched her own growing urgency. Chacha pushed himself back into her ass, filling her completely, and the sensation of being taken by both of them sent shivers down her spine. She moaned, her body responding instinctively to the double pleasure, moving in sync with their thrusts, her breaths quickening with each stroke.

Javed pulled her closer, his lips capturing hers in a fierce, possessive kiss. It was intense, almost bruising, as if he was claiming her in that moment, pouring all his pent-up lust and anger into that kiss. Ganga melted against him, her soft moans swallowed by his mouth as their lips and tongues clashed, feeding off each other’s desire.

Javed (whispering against her lips, voice rough and possessive): "Madarchod… sali tab se natak kar rahi ti.. ab randi ki thara chudwa rahi ho!" [Fucking whore… All along you are pretending to be a nice woman.. but now you are fucking us like a cheap whore…]

The kiss only fueled her desire, but it didn’t go unnoticed by Chacha, who tightened his hold on her waist. With a possessive growl, he reached up, tangling his fingers in her hair and giving it a sharp tug, pulling her head back, away from Javed’s kiss, as he positioned her body flush against his chest. She felt the warmth of his breath against her ear as he held her in place.

Chacha (his voice low, demanding, almost a growl): "Saari chumiya degi kya randi? Idhar bhi aaja, mujhe bhi chahiye." [Will you give all the kisses to him, slut? Come here, I want them too.]

A flicker of amusement crossed Ganga’s face, and without hesitation, she turned her head back to meet Chacha’s intense gaze. She leaned in, her lips meeting his in a deep, passionate kiss, her moans muffled as he claimed her mouth with equal fervor. Chacha’s grip on her hair tightened as he deepened the kiss, pulling her even closer, while his thrusts grew rougher, matching the rhythm Javed had set. She was completely caught between them, each man staking his claim, each one driving her to new heights.

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Watching this, Srinu’s heart shattered further. The woman he cherished was now fully lost in the ecstasy these men offered, her body responding in ways he’d never seen. She wasn’t holding back; her moans, her reactions, the way she moved—she was thriving in their touch. He felt a surge of jealousy, anger, and sadness all at once, but he was frozen, forced to watch as Ganga embraced this side of herself he’d never known existed.

Javed (breathing heavily, looking at Chacha over Ganga’s shoulder, mocking): "Arey gandu chacha, har baar mere munh se mere heroine ko chhin leta hai!" [Hey, damn fool Chacha, you always steal my heroine from under my nose!]

Chacha stopped kissing Ganga, pulling back to give Javed an exaggerated, mocking look.

Chacha (smirking, voice dripping with sarcasm): "Ab kaun bacchon ki tarah ro raha hai?" [Now who’s crying like a kid?]

Javed’s face twisted into a pout, his frustration clear. Chacha’s smirk only grew wider, savoring his small moment of revenge for all the times Javed had taunted him in the past.

Chacha (rolling his eyes, voice placating but playful): "Achcha, achcha theek hai… le, tera heroine." [Alright, alright… fine, take your heroine.]

With a playful push, he nudged Ganga forward, and she stumbled into Javed’s arms. Srinu watched, his heart pounding as he saw his beloved wife being tossed around like a mere object between these two men, neither of whom showed her any real respect.

Javed (immediately wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close, his voice possessive): "meri heroine… mere paas wapas aa gayi." [my heroine… you’re back with me.]

Without hesitation, Javed leaned in, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. Ganga responded to him with equal intensity, her arms wrapping around his neck as she melted into his embrace, their mouths moving together as if they were reunited lovers. 

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Her moans grew louder, filling the room, her sounds a mix of pleasure and surrender as Javed and Chacha resumed their rhythm, their bodies moving in unison with her.

Ganga’s body moved in sync with Javed, her breasts bouncing against his chest with every thrust. Her hands gripped his shoulders, anchoring herself as both men drove into her with increased fervor. Her moans escalated into screams, raw and unrestrained, as Javed and Chacha pushed each other, almost competing to see who could make her scream louder, who could claim more of her.

Ganga (moaning, breathless): "Ohhh… ahhh... ahhhhh!" 

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And then, as her body reached its peak, a wave of euphoria washed over her. She clung to Javed tightly, her body trembling, her head thrown back as she cried out in pure, uninhibited pleasure.

Ganga (screaming, voice trembling with ecstasy): Ohhh… yes… yes… that’s it!

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Her entire body shuddered as the orgasm took hold, each pulse, each wave of pleasure intensifying as Chacha continued his relentless rhythm in her ass, pushing her further than she’d ever gone before. She was completely lost in the feeling, her mind blank, her body only aware of the intense sensations coursing through her.

Javed, watching her in the throes of pleasure, couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride and satisfaction, knowing he had pushed her to this point. He held her close, his lips finding hers again as he kissed her deeply, feeling her still quivering against him.

Srinu sat in front of the screen, his entire body taut with rage as he watched his wife, Ganga, cumming on a stranger's cock—Javed’s cock. The urge to shut down his PC, to storm upstairs, and end this with violence surged within him. He wanted nothing more than to march up and kill her, to make her pay for this shameless betrayal. But as his hands shook over the mouse, he forced himself to control his impulses, knowing he had to see the entire truth. He needed to know everyone involved, to catch them all red-handed. He wasn’t going to spare a single one of them.

Srinu (his face twisted with a bitter determination): If I act now, I’ll lose the chance to uncover it all. I know it’s not just Javed and Chacha… it’s the others in that RaniGanj slum too. Even the milkman, the water boy… they’re all a part of it.

Srinu took a deep breath, gathering himself as he forced his eyes back to the screen. His heart pounded with a cold, hard rage as he steeled himself, preparing to endure whatever came next.

On the screen, Ganga was just coming down from her orgasm, her breaths ragged, her body still trembling from the intensity. Chacha, sensing her release, grinned and paused, giving her a firm slap on her buttocks. His voice was low, his tone rough and eager.

Chacha (voice dripping with satisfaction): "Jaldi utho, randi… mujhe tumhari chut chatni hai!" [Get up, slut… I need to taste that pussy!]

Ganga, still flushed and catching her breath, responded immediately. She lifted herself off Javed’s cock, her movements graceful yet filled with urgency. She settled onto her butt, leaning back, balancing herself with her hands on the mattress. Her legs spread wide open, inviting Chacha in. She looked at him with a burning eagerness, her body trembling in anticipation. Chacha accepted her open invitation with a gleeful hunger, diving in and pressing his face between her thighs. His tongue thrust inside her, licking up all the cum from her first orgasm, his strokes hungry, relentless.

Ganga let out a moan, her head falling back as her fingers instinctively found their way into his hair, gripping it tightly and urging him to go deeper. Her hips moved against his face, seeking more, her body completely responsive to the sensations he was creating.

Ganga (breathlessly, voice filled with pleasure): Yes… more… more…

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Chacha’s response was immediate. He intensified his movements, his tongue focusing on her clit, flicking and circling it with practiced precision. His hands tightened on her thighs, pulling her even closer as he worked over her sensitive spots, alternating between firm licks and gentle sucking that sent waves of pleasure through her body. He relished every moan, every tremor that coursed through her as she arched her back, her breaths coming faster with each flick of his tongue.


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Meanwhile, Javed stood to the side, watching with satisfaction as Chacha devoured her. His cock still hard, he moved closer, positioning himself beside her head. Ganga turned her gaze to him, a look of desire and mischief in her eyes as she reached for him, her hand wrapping around his shaft and guiding it toward her mouth. She opened her mouth, welcoming him in. She took him eagerly, licking every trace of her own cum from Javed’s cock. She wrapped her lips around him, her eyes locked on his as she began to suck him deep, her tongue tracing from the base to the head of his cock, savoring every inch.

After licking him clean, Ganga let her head dip lower, her tongue trailing down to Javed’s balls. She kissed and licked his sack, her mouth moving over him with teasing affection. Javed moaned, a shudder of pleasure rippling through him.

Javed (groaning, his voice thick with ecstasy): "Ahhh… meri randi, maar dalegi kya?" [Ahhh… my slut, are you trying to kill me?]

Hearing his pleasure, Ganga playfully took his right testicle into her mouth, sucking on it gently. Javed’s moans grew louder, his voice thick with tension.

Javed (strained, almost begging): "Sali randi… aisa mat chuso, nikal jayegi!" [You damned slut… don’t suck like that, or I’ll come!]

Realizing he was close to the edge, Ganga grinned mischievously. She gave his testicle a playful bite, pushing him even closer. Javed cried out in pleasure, his voice rough with the intensity.

Javed (exclaiming, voice breaking): "Behan chod… mujhse aur nahi ho payega!" [Sisterfucker… I can’t take it anymore!]

Gripping her hair tightly, Javed held her head in place, thrusting his cock into her mouth with an urgency that left no room for gentleness. He pushed her head down, his cock sliding deep into her throat, filling her mouth as he took control, his hands guiding her rhythm. After a few forceful strokes, he came with a powerful thrust, spilling into her mouth.

Srinu watched, his gut twisting as he saw Ganga’s eyes widen, her cheeks bulging slightly as she took in Javed’s cum. He could see it in her expression—she had no hesitation, no reluctance. She knew exactly what she was doing, and Srinu knew, with grim certainty, what she would do next.

Srinu (thinking bitterly, his mind dark): That whore is definitely going to swallow his cum. She’s not stopping. She wants every last drop.

And just as he predicted, Ganga did exactly that. Without a second thought, she swallowed Javed’s cum, letting it slide down her throat in one swift motion, her face serene, utterly satisfied.

Srinu (his fists clenched, his eyes burning with a cold fury): This ends with all of them paying the price. I’ll make sure of it.

Srinu’s gaze remained fixed on the screen, his heart pounding furiously as he watched Javed, utterly spent, collapse onto the mattress. His eyes closed, breathing heavily, basking in the pleasure he’d just experienced. Chacha noticed Javed’s collapse and, lifting his head from between Ganga’s thighs where he’d been devouring her, grinned mockingly.

Chacha (mockingly): "Kya re, Javed? Tere six packs mein itna hi dam tha kya?" [What, Javed? Is that all the strength your six-pack has?]

Javed (smirking, without opening his eyes): "Madarchod, chup kar. Is randi ke chusne ke samne koi nahin tik sakta." [Motherfucker, shut up. No one can stand a chance against this slut’s sucking.]

Chacha chuckled, clearly entertained and more than ready to prove his own prowess.

Chacha (smirking, moving into a cross-legged position): "Chup kar be, chutiye. Ab dekh mere family pack mein kitna dam hai!" [Shut up, idiot. Now watch how much power my family pack has!]

With that, Chacha scooted back slightly into a cross-legged position and grabbed Ganga by the waist, pulling her onto his lap. The suddenness of his move made Ganga gasp, momentarily startled, but she quickly caught on, wrapping her legs around his belly, her feet hooking behind his back as she positioned herself on top of him. Chacha, hard and ready, guided her down, sliding himself into her, his grip firm on her waist.

Ganga responded by leaning forward, meeting Chacha’s mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. Their lips locked, tongues entwining as Chacha began to lift her hips, urging her to bounce up and down on his cock. Ganga seemed to understand instinctively what he wanted. She wrapped her arms around his neck, shifted her weight slightly onto his shoulders, and began to ride him, her moans filling the room as she kissed him fervently.

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As they moved together, Chacha could feel her tightening around him, as though her body were trying to draw everything from him.

Chacha (breathless, pulling back from the kiss, a grin spreading across his face): "Madarchod randi, thook meri munh mein!" [Motherfucking slut, spit in my mouth!]

Srinu’s eyes narrowed as he watched Ganga’s puzzled expression quickly transform into a naughty smile. She nodded, seeming to find pleasure in the demand.

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Chacha opened his mouth wide, waiting, and Ganga gathered saliva in her mouth, then leaned forward and spat into his open mouth without hesitation. Chacha savored her spit, letting his tongue play with it before swallowing it down with relish.

Chacha (opening his mouth again, eager for more): More… give me more.

But Ganga, mischief dancing in her eyes, decided to tease him. Instead of spitting directly, she let her saliva pool on her lower lip, letting it drip slowly like honey. Chacha, driven by his desire, leaned in, trying to catch the slow, tantalizing drip. Just as he was about to reach it, Ganga slurped it back, denying him.

Chacha (frustrated, voice thick with longing): "Madarchod randi, kyu tadpa rahi hai? Thook na mere munh mein!" [Motherfucking slut, why are you teasing me? Spit in my mouth already!]

Ganga, with a playful defiance, shook her head, her face alight with mischief.

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Chacha (groaning, exasperated but pleading): "Kya ho gaya tumhen? Kyon nahin thook rahi hai mere muh mein?" [What’s gotten into you? Why won’t you spit in my mouth?]

Ganga simply looked back at him, her gaze intense, a glint in her eye as she enjoyed the power she held over him.

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Chacha (sighing, surrendering): "Kya chahiye tumhen? Kya main bheekh maangu tumhare thook ke liye?" [What do you want? Should I beg for your spit?]

Ganga’s grin widened, and she nodded, her eyes filled with amusement.

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Chacha (leaning forward, his voice low, almost reverent): "Madam, please… let me drink your spit. Please open your mouth and bless me with your spit."

Finally, appeased, Ganga slowly opened her mouth again, letting her spit drip down once more. This time, Chacha didn’t miss his chance. He leaned forward quickly, capturing her lips, drinking in her saliva as though it were the finest liquor. Their mouths met again in a deep, consuming kiss, both of them lost in the passion as they tasted each other, bodies pressed close, desire thickening the air around them.

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Srinu watched as Ganga, caught up in her passion, rode Chacha’s cock with an intensity he hadn’t seen before. Her movements grew wild, her body responding in ways that seemed beyond her control. She broke away from Chacha’s lips, her mouth trailing across his face, biting and licking down his neck, leaving marks along his dirty skin. When she reached his shoulder, she bit down hard, catching him off guard.

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Chacha (half-groaning, half-laughing, feeling the sting of her bite): "Sali bhi, aisa mat kato! Mera nikal jaega!" [Damn slut, don’t bite me like that! You’ll make me cum!]

Javed, hearing Chacha’s pained exclamation, couldn’t help but smirk.

Javed (chuckling, satisfied): "Kya bola tha, Chacha? Maine kaha tha na, koi is randi ke samne tik nahin payega!" [What did I tell you, Chacha? I told you, no one can last in front of this slut!]

Chacha (breathless, nodding in agreement): "Haan, Javed, tu sach bol raha tha. Iss randi ke saamne koi nahin tik sakta. Kisko batata ki ye itni badi randi niklegi!" [Yeah, Javed, you were right. No one can handle this slut. Who would’ve guessed she’d turn out to be such a big whore?]

With a firm grip, Chacha pulled Ganga close, laying her down on the mattress to regain control over her wild movements. He pinned her hands above her head, locking her wrists tightly in his grip. He paused for a moment, his eyes drinking in the sight of her, her body laid out before him. Her breasts rose and fell with each heavy breath, her mangalsutra resting against her chest, drawing his attention to her soft, bouncy breasts. His gaze traveled down her creamy belly, her flesh looking tender and inviting, and his eyes lingered on her fleshy arms, smooth and adjacent to her face. Finally, his eyes moved to her baby armpits, smooth and soft, with little folds that only heightened her allure.

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Chacha (awed, his voice soft but filled with admiration): "Yeh insaan ka shareer toh nahin ho sakta… tu toh asman se aayi koi pari hai." [This can’t be a human body… you must be an angel from heaven.]

Ganga’s lips curved into a shy smile, her eyes glinting with a mix of embarrassment and pleasure at his words.

Chacha (continuing, his gaze never leaving her face): "Hum jaise log toh apne aap ko khush-naseeb samajhte hain ki tujhe dekh pa rahe hain, kya baat karein, tujhe chhune ko mil raha hai. Mujhe toh vishwas hi nahin hota ke khud bhagwan ne mujhe yeh mauka diya hai tujhe chodne ka. Khuda ko khud apni chaddi mein nikal jayega agar wo tujhe dekhe, madam." [People like us consider ourselves lucky just to see you, let alone touch you. I can’t believe that God himself gave me the chance to fuck you. Even God would cum in his pants if he saw you, madam.]

Hearing his words, Ganga couldn’t hold back a giggle, her cheeks flushing as she laughed, both amused and aroused by his unrestrained admiration.

Chacha’s hand slid down her body, his fingers finding their way to her wet, inviting pussy. With two fingers, he began to finger her, his movements firm, each thrust making her moan louder. Her pussy was so wet that slurping sounds filled the room as his fingers went in and out, confirming just how aroused she was. Ganga’s body reacted instinctively, her hands clawing at the mattress, her loud moans escaping her lips as she squirmed under his touch.

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Meanwhile, Chacha leaned down, his mouth finding her soft, creamy belly. He licked and kissed her navel, relishing the feel of her warm, smooth skin. 


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Her belly reminded him of a plump, soft cake—no matter how much he buried his face into it, it seemed to yield and go deeper, inviting him to taste more.

Chacha (murmuring to himself, almost in awe): "Kya malai ka tukda hai yeh pet." [What a creamy piece of flesh this belly is.]

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Satisfied, he moved up to her breasts, taking one in his mouth, biting down gently, licking and sucking her nipples, savoring every inch. Ganga’s moans grew louder, her body arching under him as he explored her with his mouth. 

After a few moments, he released her breasts, stopping the motions of his fingers in her pussy as he shifted his grip, holding her wrists firmly and pinning her arms above her head.

Chacha leaned in, his face close to her armpits, where he buried himself in the tender folds, his mouth exploring the delicate, smooth skin. He licked and nibbled, savoring the taste of her soft, untouched flesh, then moved up along her arms, biting the fleshy arms, tasting every inch of her with a fervor that bordered on worship.

Ganga’s body shuddered under his attentions, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as she surrendered completely to him, her head falling back in ecstasy.

Chacha and Ganga reunited in a fierce, passionate kiss, their bodies melting into one another. Chacha took the opportunity, aligning himself and thrusting his cock into Ganga’s wet pussy. Ganga’s gasp broke the kiss, her back arching sharply as she responded to the powerful penetration.

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The intensity of Chacha’s thrusts made her body react beyond control. She let out loud screams as her back arched further, her body shivering with the force of his cock driving into her. Chacha buried his face between her breasts, grunting with each powerful thrust, using all his strength to fuck her as hard as he could. 

Ganga (screaming, her voice trembling with pleasure): "Ahhh… ahhh!"

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Ganga wrapped her legs tightly around Chacha’s hips, locking him in place, pushing him even deeper as his cock filled her completely. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling as her climax drew closer and closer.

Srinu watched as Ganga’s body tensed, her shivers becoming more pronounced. Chacha could feel her getting close, her pussy tightening around him, signaling her imminent orgasm. Just as she was about to reach her peak, Chacha suddenly stopped, pulling back, leaving her on the edge.

Ganga looked at him raising her eyebrows as if she was asking why did you stop?

Chacha (smirking, a glint of defiance in his eyes): "Not yet, madam. Upper-class women treat us laborers like dogs."

Ganga stared back, still confused, as if not understanding where this was coming from.

Chacha (continuing, his voice dark): "You see, madam, I always thought if I ever had the chance to fuck an upper-class woman like you, I’d make her my bitch and fuck her in a doggy position, then cum in her pussy."

Without waiting for her response, he seized her hips firmly, flipping her onto her hands and knees, positioning her exactly the way he wanted. Srinu’s stomach twisted as he watched, helpless, as Chacha took complete control, positioning Ganga in a doggy position, her hands and knees pressed into the mattress.

Srinu’s eyes followed every movement. Ganga was now on all fours, her mangalsutra swaying with each heavy breath, her breasts hanging, her body open and vulnerable.

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Chacha didn’t waste a moment, thrusting his cock back into her pussy, fucking her with a wild, relentless rhythm. Her mangalsutra dangled from her neck, bouncing on her breasts, perfectly synchronized with Chacha’s vigorous thrusts.

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Chacha leaned forward, his mouth against her back, kissing and biting her skin, marking her as his. His lips moved up to her neck and shoulders, nipping at her with each thrust. He reached for her earlobe, biting down, making her turn her head toward him.

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Seizing the opportunity, he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her deeply, his body pressing into hers, driving her further into submission.

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Srinu noticed Chacha’s face tense, a sign that his own climax was close. Breaking their kiss, Chacha straightened up, grasping her hips with one hand while using the other to press her head down into the mattress. Ganga’s face lay pinned, her hips lifted even higher, allowing Chacha to penetrate her deeply.

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She moaned and screamed, her body responding to each thrust as she began to move her hips in rhythm, pushing back against him, meeting him with equal fervor.

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Chacha (panting, voice thick with need): "That’s it… keep moving like that… madam"


Ganga’s body shivered, her orgasm nearing. Chacha could feel her trembling around his cock, her moans rising in pitch as she finally reached her climax. He held her hips tightly, thrusting with full force, pushing her over the edge.

Ganga (screaming, her voice breaking with pleasure): "Yes… ohhh… ahhhhhhh!"

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Srinu watched Ganga’s face, the unmistakable pleasure etched across her features as she came hard, her pussy clenching around Chacha’s cock.

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But Chacha wasn’t finished. He continued his rhythm, grunting loudly as he finally reached his own climax, filling her pussy with his cum. Srinu could only watch, numb and angry, as Chacha buried himself deep, his release mingling with hers.

As the intensity of their passion ebbed, Chacha leaned forward, resting his head on Ganga’s back. Both of them lay there, eyes closed, chests heaving, wrapped in the satisfaction of their shared pleasure.

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Srinu sat in a numb, hollow silence, staring at the screen as he watched Chacha lying dbangd over Ganga’s back, resting with his eyes closed. Every tear had dried from Srinu’s eyes; he felt drained, emptied out completely. He sat emotionless, unable to process the torrent of betrayal that he had just witnessed. After a few moments, Chacha rolled over to the side, leaving Ganga’s back, and Srinu saw her sit up, wrapping herself modestly in her saree.

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Srinu (thinking to himself, bitterness filling every word): Now she’s getting shy? After everything she’s done?

Ganga sat with the saree around her, her expression shifting, as though a new awareness had dawned upon her. Srinu could see the traces of guilt surfacing on her face as she sat there, lost in thought. Slowly, she gathered her clothes one by one, rising to her feet and heading toward the exit door with her saree wrapped around her body, her movements slow and deliberate.

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As she approached the door, Chacha, seeing her leave, called out to Javed, who was still lying on the mattress with his eyes closed.

Chacha (calling out, amused): "Javed, get up! Your heroine is leaving the room. Hurry up and catch her!"

Javed (responding lazily, barely lifting his head): "Let her go to her husband, Chacha. We asked her to let us fuck her once, and she fulfilled our wish."

Chacha (suddenly concerned): "But what if she calls the security officer about what we’ve done to her?"

Javed (smirking confidently): "Don’t worry, Chacha. If she calls the security officer, we’ll show them the video, and they’ll see how much she enjoyed fucking us."

Chacha chuckled at Javed’s response, sharing a dark laugh before Javed added, “Now get up, Chacha, we should leave too.” Both men began to stand, lazily gathering their clothes to dress themselves.

Srinu’s attention stayed on Ganga as he noticed her pause at the exit door, bending down to pick something up from the floor. Srinu’s brows furrowed as he wondered why she had stopped again and what she had found. He watched her examine the object closely—a coin—and a mischievous smile slowly spread across her face as she inspected it.

At the same time, srinu heard his own voice in the video screaming Ganga's name repeatedly.

Srinu (thinking, his mind flashing back): Yes… this is the moment when I came upstairs looking for her, calling out her name.

In the video, Srinu could see himself standing at the foot of the stairs, his past self unaware of Ganga’s actions just a few feet away. He watched as Ganga’s smile faded into a look of contemplation. Then, with urgency, she closed the door before his past self could turn around and see her.

Srinu (his heart hardening as he muttered to himself): What an absolute fucking whore… instead of calling her husband, she closed the door on me.

He watched as Ganga leaned against the door, listening carefully to the sounds of his footsteps moving away. Only once she was sure he had left did she turn back around, slipping back into the room instead of leaving.

Srinu, baffled and angry, needed answers. He had to know what was going on in her mind and what it was about that coin that had made her pause. His eyes fell on her diary.

"Srinu, I am very, very sorry. I have no right to be your wife. I have betrayed the sacred institution of marriage. More importantly, I have betrayed your love. I’ve let them take turns fucking me, filling my holes with their cum. Oh my god, what have I done! I thought after one night, women could forget and move on, but this guilt is killing me. Why didn’t they just kill me? That would have been better than living with this guilt for the rest of my life. But I knew I had no time for guilt—I had to come and save you."

"So, I quickly gathered my clothes and started walking towards the exit door. As I was about to leave, I noticed something shining on the floor. I picked it up… it was Javed’s coin from the game of toss they played."

"I inspected it, flipping it on both sides, and I discovered it was a trick coin with heads on both sides, just like in that old Hindi movie Sholay. I don’t know why, but a silly smile crossed my face as I thought about the lengths they went to just to fuck me once. I’ve seen guys try to seduce me and flirt all through my college and college days, but this was something else. My smile grew wider as I admired their ingenuity. I realized Javed only showed me the coin when I called heads, never when I called tails. I never had a chance to win; I was always going to lose."

"I felt a strange sense of pity for them, for putting in so much effort just to have me once. It was flattering, like any woman would feel, seeing so much effort to impress her. Then, as I stood there, the voice inside my head said, ‘We should go back and admire their effort.’ I argued, saying I’d already had my one-night stand; that was it. I couldn’t go back. The voice countered, ‘But why not? I replied because I promised myself I would indulge in only one one-night stand. I am suffering Already because of that decision I cannot bear one more. The voice in my head mischievously said technically it is still night time so It doesn't matter if you fuck once or hundreds of times, it will be still called a one-night stand only.

"The logic hit me, and all the pleasure I’d just felt came rushing back, washing away my guilt. I started convincing myself… yes, it’s true; no matter how many times I fuck tonight, it’s still a one-night stand. That thought stopped me from leaving and made me think about going back inside."

"And then… you showed up on the stairs, calling my name. At first, I was happy to see you. But the voice shouted urgently, ‘Quick, close the door before he sees you!’ I argued, saying, ‘But that’s our husband. We should go to him!’ The voice replied, ‘He’s fine. If he sees you, our one-night stand will be over, and who knows if we’ll ever get this chance again.’ And, Srinu, I found myself agreeing. I’m so sorry, but I closed the door on you instead of coming to you. I know you must be angry with me. I don’t deserve you. You were searching for me, and I shut the door on you."

Srinu, feeling sick to his stomach, slammed the diary shut, cursing under his breath.

Srinu (muttering angrily, disgusted): "What a whore… she closed the door on her own husband."

He forced himself to look back at the video. Ganga had re-entered the room, her saree still wrapped loosely around her body. Both Javed and Chacha were in the middle of dressing, pulling on their clothes. As Ganga approached, Javed noticed her.

Javed (smirking): "Oh, madam, you’re still here? I thought you’d gone to help your husband."

Before Ganga could respond, Chacha laughed, adding his own comment.

Chacha (grinning): "Madam, don’t forget to wear your clothes before going to your husband, or he’ll get a heart attack!"

Both Javed and Chacha laughed, and, to Srinu’s dismay, Ganga let out a giggle, joining in their laughter.

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Ganga (smiling): "I just came back to return your coin."

She handed the coin to Javed, who took it with a nod.

Javed (grateful): "Thank you, madam."

Chacha (curious, looking at her): "Oh, madam, talking to us now? You were so quiet during, you know… sex."

Ganga lowered her head, her face flushing, realizing the awkwardness. She could see in their faces that they were wondering why she wasn’t angry or upset. The room grew quiet for a moment, the tension hanging in the air.

Javed (breaking the silence): "By the way, thank you, madam, for letting us have sex with you once."

Chacha (nodding enthusiastically): "Yes, madam, thank you! We might never get a chance like this again."

Ganga’s next words left both men stunned. She looked at them, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. With a slow, deliberate motion, she dropped her saree, letting it fall to the floor, standing completely naked in front of them.

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Ganga (grinning): "Oh, then it’s your lucky day… you can have me once more!"

Ganga with a naughty smile signalled with her eyes pointing to the mattress on which they fucked her previously 

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Javed and Chacha’s jaws dropped in shock as they looked at her.
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First of all: 

This is the most toughest update, I have ever written till now. You have no idea how tough it is to write a story when you have to manage both work and personal life. Although this is the biggest update till now but I still think I have missed most of the things I wanted to write. 

Secondly:

I have read all the comments. Most of them are positive which kept me going. Believe me I wanted to stop writing the story once or twice during this update, But the encouragement I got from some of the readers made me finish this update. 

Now coming to the negative comments, personally I don't mind negative comments. It only shows your interest in the story and I appreciate that. I know most of them are frustrated with delays between the updates, but I have mentioned multiple times I have a schedule to follow in real life to balance my work.

What bothers me the most are the comments which keep saying the author has abandoned the story. I don't know what makes them feel so paranoid that you think I have abandoned the story.

what makes you think that I will end this story without informing the readers? 

Do not worry I will let all the readers know when I want to end the story or abandon it completely.

Finally, keep an eye out for the broken gifs. please let me know if any gif is broken I will try to re upload it.

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