Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

[tomdickharry2024]

Still waiting KK bro..

[kk007007]

Eagerly waiting KK!!

Eagerly awaiting next update.

Still waiting KK bro..

Yeah! will post in couple of days

[kk007007]

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[val.coutinho]

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Send it to me bro...... I love this story too much

[kk007007]

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[Rocky@handsome]

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Please send it Bro!! I'm literally loving this story...one of the best story on this platform!! Don't want to miss a single word of story ❤️

[eslx1212]

For me the mystery is the most intriguing part. The flash backs and those other characters are just distractions.

[hotandluking]

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[Bobbyprasad753]

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Bro e story telugu lo audio undha...because english chadhadaniki ok kaani voice paranga telugu lo vinte aa mazaa vere level bro....any possible chance telugu voice book send me.my mail id bobbyprasad752;

[hotandluking]

Yeah! will post in couple of days

waiting.

[Navipal007]

Keep waiting guys. Frankly have lost hope

[sahebraopawar]

[hotandluking]

Where is the udpate?
Where is the utdape?
Where is the uptade?
Where is the utpade?
Where is the udtape?

[kk007007]

Where is the udpate?
Where is the utdape?
Where is the uptade?
Where is the utpade?
Where is the udtape?

2maro for sure..

[Robert Smith]

When will the next update come

[kk007007]

Recap:

• Srinu took ganga to meet priya
  
• srinu and ganga went to Bus stand
  
• Ganga left for her cousin's wedding
  
• Srinu went to office
  

For Character Reference: Charaters

The Husband

Srinu sat at his office desk, trying to concentrate on his work. The screen in front of him displayed a half-written report, but his mind wasn’t on the numbers or the words. His fingers tapped nervously on the desk.


Srinu (muttering to himself, shifting in his seat): "Shit… I can’t even sit straight today."

His eyes kept darting to his phone screen. He opened the diary app, hovered his thumb over the last page of Ganga’s diary he had been secretly reading. But then—he pulled back.

Srinu (thinking, whispering to himself): "No… not now. Every time I read this thing… I end up with a fucking hard-on. If someone sees…"

He glanced around the office. A few colleagues were busy at their stations, heads down. Still, the risk was real. One bulge in the wrong moment, and he'd be branded a pervert.

Srinu (gritting his teeth): "Damn you, Ganga… why the fuck is your diary so addictive?"

Time crawled by.

Finally, the clock struck noon. Srinu pushed his chair back.

Srinu (stretching, exhaling): "Lunch break… few more hours, and I’m outta here."

But before he could head out, he pulled out his phone and tried video calling Ganga. Although he hated Ganga more than anything in the world for betraying him, he could not stop himself from caring for her safe travel. It was natural for him to be protective of her because of the immense love he had for her.

The screen rang.

And rang.

No answer.

Srinu (dialing voice call, sighing): "Come on, pick up, baby..."

The call connected.

Srinu (smiling): "Hello?"

Ganga (crackling voice): "He…llo… Sr—nu…?"

Srinu (confused, frowning): "Why weren’t you picking up my video call?"

Ganga (voice breaking badly): "Si—gnal…bad… no ne—twork…"

Srinu could barely understand her, but he pieced it together.

Srinu: "Ah, okay. Where are you right now?"

Ganga (distorted, repeating herself): "B—bus… stop—ped… at a… Punjabi… dhaba… lunch..."

Srinu (nodding, smiling): "Oh, that’s good. I’m heading for lunch too."

Ganga had to repeat her sentence twice before it made sense to him.

Ganga (straining her voice, frustrated): "Oh… wh—ere… will you… eat?"

Srinu: "Not sure yet. Maybe the office canteen."

Ganga (annoyed): "I told you to go to Priya’s house for lunch."

Srinu (guilty, rubbing his neck): "Sorry, baby… I know… I’ll go tomorrow, promise."

Her voice broke again into nothing but static.

Ganga (muffled, trying to speak): "So—rry… bad recep—tion… I’m h—nging up… we’re going for—"

Click.

The call dropped.

Srinu stared at the screen for a second, then tilted his head.

Srinu (thinking aloud): "Did she say we are going for lunch? Why the fuck is she saying ‘we’?"

He tried to rationalize it, shaking his head.

Srinu (shrugging): "Maybe I misheard… stupid reception."

Just then, a colleague barged into his room with a cheerful grin.

Colleague: "Srinu! Canteen? Come on, man. Let’s eat."

Srinu (forcing a smile): "Yeah, coming."

He shoved the phone into his pocket and followed his colleague, still thinking about Ganga’s last word: “We.”

He rode home, each signal, each speed bump only fueling his anticipation. Reaching his house, he locked the main door behind him, the sound of the bolt clicking like sealing away the world.

Srinu (to himself, breathing fast): "Finally… Home!"

He dropped his bag, rushed to the kitchen, grabbed some morning leftovers to eat, barely chewed before swallowing. He wiped his mouth and hurried upstairs.

Their bedroom door creaked open as he entered. The afternoon light filtered through the curtains, casting golden shadows across the room.

He flopped onto the bed, pulled out his phone…

But paused.

Srinu (frowning): "Reading this on the phone is tiring. Fuck it… I’ll just read from the source."

He sprang up, eyes gleaming.

He marched to Ganga’s wardrobe, yanking open drawers, flipping through her clothes, checking under piles of sarees and blouses.

Nothing.

He checked her bag.

There it was the diary hidden deep inside her clothes

Srinu (frustrated, slamming the door shut): "Of course… of fucking course she took it with her."

He stood there, hands on hips, chest rising.

Srinu (snarling): "She doesn’t want anyone to find out about her dirty little secrets. Bloody whore."

After cursing under his breath, he climbed back onto the bed, pulled the sheet aside, and opened the diary.

Srinu (whispering): "Let’s see what you were too afraid to leave behind… my sweet, dirty Ganga."

And he started reading the next part of her diary…

Ganga wrote in her diary... “As I closed the main door of the house, my heart was still racing after revisiting my flashback with Priya and our first kiss in the hostel. Surely that was the reason why I was able to feel Sundari's touch on my body when she tried to seduce me, sending a chill down my spine. The real question would be, why was somebody trying to seduce me?

Remembering Priya, I asked myself, should I tell Priya what happened last night with Javed and Chacha? Should I tell my family? Will they understand my side of the story? What if they hate me after listening to what happened in that room with Javed and Chacha?

I can't risk telling them right now, at least not completely. I quickly got freshened up and packed some clothes for you to wear in the hospital. Prepared lunch for you and your parents. I called my family first and explained to them how the attacker had stolen our belongings. I made it sound like it was just a theft, nothing else. I told them that in the process of saving me, Srinu got hurt and was admitted to the hospital.

I know, Srinu, as you read this, that I have lied to my family. You will hate me more than before, but I couldn't face their wrath. I need their help to take care of you — at that moment, my priority was you getting well as soon as possible.”

Srinu (muttering): "Now she made me an excuse for lying to her family... that's pathetic of her." (angry, jaw clenched.)

Ganga’s Diary – Continued... “My family informed me that they are immediately leaving their farm work and coming to see us. But I did not want them to lose their year-long work on their agricultural produce. I assured them that I would be able to manage a few days without them and asked them to complete their work before coming to see us in the hospital. To which they agreed.

After that, I called Priya and told her about the attack. I did not tell her about Javed and Chacha either. She is my best friend with whom I usually share all of my secrets, but at that moment, I did not feel like telling her about Javed and Chacha, at least not yet.

Later that day, Priya and her husband came to the hospital to console me.

A couple of days passed by with the same routine, with your parents looking after you in the hospital. I took care of the rest of the things — preparing food, bringing your medicines, washing your clothes to keep them fresh. This meant I had to travel back and forth from our house to the hospital multiple times each day.

Every day since the day of the attack, I cursed myself. The pain of betraying you was cutting my heart into pieces. Every breath I took was painful. I wanted to end this pain. At that point, I was ready to do anything for you to recover — I was even ready to exchange my life for yours.

On one such day, I woke up early in the hospital room. You were lying there… so still. So silent.

Ganga (softly, standing beside the bed): “I couldn’t bear looking at you like that, Srinu… motionless.” (She wiped her tears, then grabbed the laundry bag.)

I somehow felt I was the reason that you are in that hospital bed. I lost count of how many times I cursed myself for not coming to help you when I saw you on the stairs looking for me.

Instead, I just closed the door behind you… so that I… I can... have a second round with Javed and Chacha...

Oh, that was so humiliating. The guilt was killing me inside."

Srinu (whispers aloud, frozen): “Second round…”

Ganga’s Diary – Continued... "I couldn’t stay in that room. I picked up the bag of unwashed clothes, told your parents I was heading home to cook lunch and do laundry. At the bus stop, as I waited for the early morning bus, an auto pulled up near me.

The auto stopped right in front of her. It was a green Bajaj auto, covered inside with faded Urdu phrases scribbled on the roof and seatbacks — some religious verses, others just filthy graffiti. A dusty garland of fake flowers hung from the rearview mirror, swaying lazily.

The auto driver was a middle-aged man, dark-skinned with a thick, unkempt beard. He wore a white skullcap on his head and a worn-out khaki shirt, its buttons mostly undone. His blue cotton lungi was tucked at his waist carelessly, exposing hairy legs as he sat hunched forward. His eyes had a dirty hunger in them, and his smile was twisted like a permanent sneer.

Auto Driver (grinning): “Memsaab, chale kya?” [Madam, shall we go?]

Me (ignoring him): “No, thank you.”

Auto Driver (persisting): “Memsaab, kaha jana hai?” [Madam, where do you want to go?]

(I shook her head, dismissively.)

Auto Driver: “Chalo madam, main bus ticket se bhi saste mein le jaunga.” [Come madam, I’ll take you for less than the cost of a bus ticket.]

It was too early for the city bus anyway, and I had to come back to the hospital as soon as possible with food. So I agreed and got into the auto.

All the while through our journey, the auto driver kept looking at me from his side mirror with a devious smile on his face. I covered myself as much as possible from his eyes.

I stayed awake late last night looking after you, Srinu, so I felt a little tired waking up early. The morning breeze hitting my face made me sleepy. Without knowing, I nodded off into a little nap.

I don't know how long I slept. When I woke up, my eyes fell on the driver’s side mirror. I could see the driver's face was flushed, and his hungry eyes were fixed not on my face but below my neck.

I followed his eyes and realised — when I fell asleep, my pallu had slipped off my shoulder, showing my cleavage with my mangal sutra dangling on it.




I quickly covered myself up and looked at him angrily. He gave me a disappointed look and focused back on driving.”

Finally, we reached home. I got off the auto and went to his side. I could see one side of his lungi was up to his knees. There was a clear bulge near his crotch. I wondered if he was looking at my cleavage and mastur... before i could notice anything else he quickly dropped his lungi and gave me an awkward smile. To diffuse the situation I asked,

Me (stepping out): “Kitna hua bhaiya?” [How much is it, brother?]

Auto Driver (smiling, removing his skullcap): “Uska koi jarurat nahin hai madam, aapke pati se le lunga.” [There’s no need for that, madam. I’ll take it from your husband.]

Me (confused): “What did you say?”

Auto Driver (smiling wider): “Vahi madam ji, aapko paise dene ki jarurat nahin hai. Iske paise main aapke pati se le lunga.” [Just that, madam. You don’t need to pay. I’ll collect the fare from your husband.]

Me (furrowing her brows): “How do you know my husband?”

Auto Driver (with a casual shrug): “Main aapke pati ko bahut acche se jaanta hoon. Hum donon ek hi jagah pe bade hue hain.” [I know your husband very well. We both grew up in the same place.]

Me (in disbelief): “So you come from the same village as Srinu?”

Auto Driver (suddenly frowning): “Srinu kaun hai?” [Who is Srinu?]

(My heart skipped a beat. He started the auto again.)

Auto Driver (grinning as he drove off): “Achcha chalta hoon, madam!” [Take care, madam!]

I stood there confused, his words echoing in my head. Who was he talking about if not Srinu? Who did he think my husband was?"

Srinu (Angry): “Wait is it the same auto driver... that i followed when he took ganga to ranigunj?”

Ganga’s Diary – Continued...

"I walked toward the main door, confused about what he meant by my husband.

Even though I started doing the housework, the question kept eating at me. I put the clothes into the washing machine and began preparing food.

I finally convinced myself, thinking — maybe the auto driver had mistaken me for someone else’s wife. They see many people every day.

(Doorbell rings)

I went and opened the door.

Milkman (smiling): "Memsaab, I came yesterday and the day before that. Your house was locked. What happened? Did you go somewhere?"

Me (hesitating, trying to avoid eye contact): “Oh, my husband got into a little accident and got admitted to the hospital. We were at the hospital.”

Milkman: “Oh, very sad, Memsaab. How is your husband now?”

Me (firmly): “He is okay, no need to worry.” (I turned to bring a bowl for the milk.)

Milkman (mischievously): “Memsaab, bring a big bowl for extra milk. You might be tired after two rounds.”

Me (turning, stunned): What did he just say...?

My head was spinning with questions. What did he mean by two rounds?

Was he referring to my second round with Javed and Chachaerring? How could he know about that?

After a pause, I gathered myself.

Me (carefully): “What do you mean by two rounds?”

Milkman (smirking): “I mean, you must be travelling two rounds daily from your home to the hospital. Right, Memsaab? I thought you might be tired, and you must have relatives visiting your husband. so you may need extra milk.”

(She let out a deep breath and nodded, fetching the bowl.)

Milkman (waving his hand): “Don’t worry, Memsaab. I’ll take money from your husband.”

Me (frowning): “But… like I said, my husband is in the hospital. How can he pay you?”

Milkman (walking away with a sly smile): “Memsaab… your husband will come home soon.”

The front door creaked softly as Ganga closed it behind her. The clink of the latch falling into place echoed louder than usual. I leaned against the door for a moment, holding the bowl of milk close to her chest, her heartbeat ringing in her ears.

Me (thinking): What did he mean? Did he mean ‘get well soon’? Or… did he mean something else entirely? Why did it feel like he knew more than he was letting on?

My grip on the stainless steel bowl loosened. It clattered against the kitchen counter as she set it down, milk splashing at the edges. My hands were trembling. Visibly.

I stared at them — thin fingers, shaking uncontrollably, her wrists stiff with tension.

Me (whispering): “What’s happening to me…”

My chest was tight. Each breath felt like it had to crawl up through a tunnel of barbed wire. The quiet of the house amplified the noise inside her head.

It’s all catching up to me. It's making me paranoid.
That night — the attack.
Javed’s eyes, dark and mocking.
Chacha’s breath on my neck.
Their hands.
Their force.
Their laughter.

My own screams — muffled and ignored.

And then the lies… the lies I’ve been weaving ever since.
To your parents. To the hospital staff. To myself.

The guilt keeps growing. The web keeps tightening.

I turned her face toward the calendar on the wall — Srinu’s hospital discharge was circled in red. Three weeks from now.

Me (thinking): Can I look him in the eye again? Can I even bear to hold his hand without him seeing everything I’ve hidden?

I turned toward the milk bowl again. The surface of the milk had gone still. My own reflection stared back at me, but I didn’t recognize myself.

Me (shaken): Even the milkman, who is like a father to me, is making me doubt myself.

Tears streamed down my cheeks. I gathered herself and returned to the kitchen.

I thought I knew myself. I thought there were lines I would never cross.
That my love for you was my anchor. That no matter what storm hit, I would stay grounded.

But that night… that fucking night… it exposed something in me. Something I didn’t know existed.

That part of me that didn’t just break… it responded. It betrayed everything I thought I stood for.

I wiped her tears with the back of her hand, but they kept coming. My entire body ached from holding this truth in for so long.

Srinu, you’ll hate me when you find out. When you know what I did that night… when you see who I really am… you’ll hate me.

I gathered herself and returned to the kitchen.

As I cooked, I thought I saw a shadow behind the kitchen window. I turned — nothing.



Again, I felt eyes watching me. I quickly walked to the window — nothing.



I thought my paranoia was making me see things. I put the curry on a simmer and went to have a bath.

I walked up the narrow staircase to my bedroom slowly, each step heavy with thoughts that wouldn't let me go.

All I wanted was a moment to myself. To wash away the sweat, the guilt, the unease. Just a bath.

I closed the bedroom door behind me, or at least I thought I did. My mind was too foggy to be sure of anything anymore.

I stood by the almirah, unpinned my saree, letting the soft cotton fall in folds to the floor. 

The morning sun filtered in through the mesh of the window, drawing golden patterns across my bare skin. I picked up a fresh towel, wrapped it tightly around me, and headed to the bathroom.



I turned the shower on. The cold water hit my body first, stealing my breath, but soon it warmed. I let it run down my neck, over my shoulders, closing my eyes, just trying to breathe.

Just a bath, Ganga. Just a bath. Don’t think. Don’t remember.

But I couldn’t help it.

Again — that feeling.

Like someone was watching me.



My eyes snapped open, heart racing. I turned to the tiny ventilation window, that grimy piece of glass above the sink. There was no movement. No shadow. No silhouette. Just the flickering of the neem tree outside. Still, I kept staring for a long second… just to be sure.

Me (whispering): “Get a grip…”

I sighed, finished my bath quickly, and stepped out, dripping onto the tile floor. I dried myself fast, skin prickling with the faint chill of suspicion, and walked back into the bedroom wrapped in the towel.

I opened the almirah doors, pulled out a fresh green bra and lilac panty, and slid them on one by one. I wore my bra and my blouse first.



Then I pulled up my panties, followed by lunga.



when I was adjusting my saree



I froze.

The bedroom door.

It was open. Slightly ajar.

I knew I had closed it. I knew I had.

Then… movement.

My heart dropped.

A pair of eyes — peeking through the crack.

Wide. Male. Young.

Someone was watching me.

Me. Naked. Vulnerable.

For a second, I stood frozen, my half-dbangd saree in my hands. Then anger surged like a fire up my spine.

Me (shouting): “Aye!”

The boy jumped, panic flashing across his face. It was the water boy.

I ran to the door and slammed it shut.

My hands were shaking as I tucked the pallu into my waist. My blood boiled. I marched to the door, yanked it open and stared straight at him — his hands clasped, his face pale, lips trembling.

Me (furious, breath heavy): “You were watching me?! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Water Boy (stammering): “Didi… woh… woh main—main bas paani rakhne aaya tha… darwaza thoda khula tha… main—main kuch nahi kiya, kasam se!”
[Sister... I-I just came to drop off the water... the door was slightly open... I-I didn’t do anything, I swear!]

Me (eyes narrowing): “Kasam se? You think I didn’t see your filthy eyes at the door? Don’t lie to me!”

Water Boy (voice trembling): “Galti ho gayi, didi… main dar gaya… aap gussa ho gayi toh—mujhe maaf kar dijiye, please…”
[I made a mistake, sister... I got scared... you got angry so—please forgive me...]

Me (stepping closer, voice low but sharp): “You come into my house, uninvited, and then you peek into my bedroom while I’m changing?! You know what that’s called?”

Water Boy (head bowed, whispering): “Mujhe pata hai didi… I didn’t mean to… bas darwaza khula tha… aankhon se galti ho gayi…”
[I know, sister… I didn’t mean to… the door was open… my eyes made a mistake…]

Me (teeth clenched): “Galti aankhon se nahi hoti, niyat se hoti hai.”
[A mistake doesn’t happen through the eyes, it happens through intention.]
“And your intention was filthy.”

Water Boy (on verge of crying): “Maa kasam, didi, main ab kabhi nahi karunga… please kisi ko mat batayiye… main paani bhi nahi launga ab se…”
[I swear on my mother, sister, I’ll never do it again… please don’t tell anyone… I won’t even bring the water from now on…]

Me (coldly): “You think I’m scared of making noise? I should drag you out by your collar and show your face to the whole basti!”
[neighborhood]

He shook his head violently, backing away.

Water Boy (pleading): “Didi, please… chhoti si naukri hai meri… ghar mein chhoti behen hai… mat kijiye aisa…”
[Sister, please… I have a small job… I have a younger sister at home… please don’t do this…]

I looked at him — trembling like a leaf, cheeks flushed with shame or fear, or both. I wanted to slap him. I wanted to scream until the whole lane heard. But something inside me — maybe exhaustion, maybe disgust — pulled me back.

Me (cold, sharp): “Get out.”

He turned, nearly stumbling down the stairs.

Water Boy (walking to the door, apologetic): “Sorry again…”

Me: “Wait. What about the card? I have to sign for the delivery, right?”

Water Boy (turned around): “Don’t worry, didi. Your husband already signed it.”

Before I could react, he ran out with fear.

I stood there frozen.

What the hell is happening?

Why are all these men — the auto driver, milkman, now even the water boy — referring to someone else as my husband?

I glanced at the wall clock and realized I was running out of time. I needed to get back to the hospital with food and fresh clothes. I went into the kitchen and packed the lunch boxes. As I was putting fresh clothes into the bag, I suddenly froze.

Doorbell rings again. I walk cautiously toward the door.

Me (anxiously): “Who is it?”

Voice from the other side — deep, familiar, spine-chilling:

Your husband!"

Note: Everyone who sent me their email IDs for audio book need to accept the invite i sent you on your mail and join the chat space, i cant share files with each and every one of you individually... in the space i can share with all at once.

[Tonystarc12]

I did not receive Ur invite bro. Please send the invite

[hotandluking]

Note: Everyone who sent me their email IDs for audio book need to accept the invite i sent you on your mail and join the chat space, i cant share files with each and every one of you individually... in the space i can share with all at once.

Can you please send me the invite?I have shared the mail id through message.

[sexypreeti]

Recap:

• Srinu took ganga to meet priya
  
• srinu and ganga went to Bus stand
  
• Ganga left for her cousin's wedding
  
• Srinu went to office
  

Buddy, please proof read your story a few times before publishing... There are glaring mistakes...most common being "Herself" vs "Myself"... Just a suggestion...