Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

[Nobita]

Please update brother

[aravindkkumar08]

One more story. In mirzapur dialogue garam karke thanda chodtha hai. Hey bro atleast give some update

[Andy Smith]

No hope i think

[Manwithlove]

I am not losing hope.. he will comrback with a banger so yeah still waiting...

[kk007007]

The SPY

Recap:

Chapter 1: Srinu and Ganga, a happy married couple, decide to go on a movie date night.

Chapter 2: At the theater, they are harassed by two men, Javed and Chacha. After the movie, Srinu is attacked and knocked unconscious, and Ganga is abducted.

Chapter 3: Srinu wakes up in an under-construction building and searches for Ganga, but he is knocked unconscious a second time after hearing a mysterious door slam shut.

Chapter 4: Waking up in a hospital, Srinu is relieved to find Ganga safe. He recovers over three weeks, but the events of Ganga's abduction remain unexplained.

Chapter 5: Srinu gives a formal statement to the security officer and receives a copy of the First Information Report (F.I.R.), resolving to investigate the inconsistencies himself.

Chapter 6: While revisiting the theater, Srinu discovers a critical flaw in the timeline of events documented in the F.I.R.

Chapter 7: Srinu learns that the construction company is withholding crucial CCTV footage. He decides he must acquire it through his own risky methods.

Chapter 8: Using his IT expertise, Srinu successfully infiltrates the building's security room and copies the CCTV footage.

Chapter 9: Reviewing the footage, Srinu is horrified to discover it was Ganga's hand that closed the door on him, leading him to believe she betrayed him.

Chapter 10: Devastated by Ganga's apparent betrayal, Srinu's mental state deteriorates as he contemplates suicide and murder.

Chapter 11: Srinu's internal conflict manifests as two psychic projections, Yin and Yang. Yang, his dark side, promises to show him "proof" of Ganga's betrayal.

Chapter 12: Through his "imagination," Srinu witnesses a graphic and disturbing vision of Ganga's sexual assault where her response seems troublingly ambiguous.

Chapter 13: The imagined vision continues, portraying Ganga as sexually aroused by the assault and deciding to return to her attackers, which completely shatters Srinu.

Chapter 14: The imagined vision devolves into pornography, depicting Ganga as an enthusiastic and dominant participant in a graphic threesome.

Chapter 15: The pornographic vision continues, solidifying the image of a depraved Ganga in Srinu's mind.

Chapter 16: The vision concludes with Ganga showing guilt and getting help, contradicting the prior scenes. Overwhelmed, Srinu begins having a flashback to the beginning of his and Ganga's relationship.

Chapter 17: The flashback details the innocent and pure beginning of Srinu and Ganga's arranged marriage and romance.

Chapter 18: The flashback concludes with a passionate, intimate moment between the couple, highlighting their deep love before returning to the present.

Chapter 19: Back in the present, a passionate sexual encounter between Srinu and Ganga is horrifically interrupted for Srinu when he has a vision of himself becoming his wife's attackers.

Chapter 20: Srinu's disturbing vision continues to intertwine with his and Ganga's lovemaking, fueling his desire with aggression and leaving him hurt and confused.

Chapter 21: Tormented by his visions, Srinu gives in to his dark side and agrees to a plan to install spy cameras in their home to catch Ganga.

Chapter 22: The surveillance reveals nothing suspicious, and filled with remorse, Srinu removes the cameras. He is then informed by security officer that Javed and Chacha are dead, and he believes his ordeal is finally over.

Chapter 23: Srinu's peace is broken by suspicious events, including service providers acting strangely with Ganga. A dream leads him to find a phone at

the construction site that belonged to Chacha.

Chapter 24: Renewed spying confirms Ganga is lying about her whereabouts, solidifying Srinu's belief that she is cheating on him.

Chapter 25: Srinu begins recovering data from Chacha's phone and watches videos of the harassment in the theater, which ends on a cliffhanger.

Chapter 26: Srinu spies on Ganga and witnesses suspicious interactions with the milkman and waterboy, who both use a cryptic phrase.

Chapter 27: Srinu watches the rest of the recovered theater footage, which shows Ganga seemingly encouraging her harassers before they chase her into a bathroom.

Chapter 28: Srinu follows Ganga to the Ranigunj slum, where he sees her protect a thief and learns she is known to everyone as the "Ranigunj ki Rani"(Queen of Ranigunj).

Chapter 29: A local woman named Swathi reveals Ganga's notorious full title: "Ranigunj ki Randi Rani" (The Whore Queen of Ranigunj). Shattered, Srinu finds Ganga's diary where she confesses to "betraying" him.

Chapter 30: Reading the diary and watching the final videos, Srinu gets a graphic, 360-degree view of the threesome, where Ganga's diary explains her conscious choice to participate as a "one-night stand."

Chapter 31: The diary continues, revealing Ganga's immense guilt, suicidal thoughts, and complex justifications for her actions, blaming societal repression.

Chapter 32: Realizing Ganga never acted on her suicidal confession, Srinu's heart hardens. He formulates a comprehensive revenge plan and photographs her entire diary.

Chapter 33: Srinu reads about Ganga's security officer interrogation, where she lied about the assault. The diary details how the female constable, Sundari, used the interrogation to sexually seduce Ganga.

Chapter 34: Triggered by his past trauma and the diary's contents, Srinu has a graphic sexual encounter with Swati, who tells him Ganga "only fucks at the adda."

Chapter 35: Ganga's diary reveals the origins of her promiscuity, detailing flashbacks to her college hostel days where she was initiated into lesbianism and surrounded by casual sexual behavior.

Chapter 36: Srinu receives a strange phone call from Ganga where a rhythmic "clapping" sound is heard before the call drops and her phone is switched off.

Chapter 37: The diary recounts a terrifying visit from Javed, who reveals he is the mysterious "husband" everyone has been referring to. He assaults Ganga, who fights back and calls Constable Sundari for help.

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Srinu’s heart sank as the automated voice repeated coldly in his ear:

Voice: “The number you are trying to reach is currently switched off.”

He immediately called again, hoping this time it would be different. But once again — the same result. The same mechanical voice.

His mind began to spin with a thousand questions, each one heavier than the last.
What is going on? Why is her phone switched off?

He thought of the bad signal — after all, the bus was travelling deep through the forest. Maybe it was just a poor reception? Or perhaps something worse…

Did something happen to her… or the bus? An accident?

His love for Ganga — pure, deep, unshakable — began to twist into worry. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. The thought of something happening to her made him sick.

Then, from deep within his mind, a voice shouted, harsh and mocking:
Yang (shouting, taunting): Oh, don’t be so naive, Srinu!

Srinu froze. He turned inward, his thoughts speaking back to Yang.
Srinu (questioning): “What do you mean?”

Yang (casual, smug): “You know exactly what I mean.”

Srinu (more firm): “Do you mean Ganga switched off her phone deliberately?”

Yang (without hesitation): “Obviously, she did.”

Srinu asked again, his voice tinged with disbelief,
Srinu: “Why would she switch off her phone?”

Yang (smirking): “Isn’t it obvious? She doesn’t want to talk to you.”

Srinu’s frustration started bubbling.
Srinu: “But why wouldn’t she want to talk to me?”

Yang (evil, almost whispering): “Because she was busy fucking someone!”

Srinu’s eyes widened in absolute shock.
Srinu (exclaiming): “What?! What the hell are you talking about?”

Before Yang could answer, Yin cut in, calm but firm:
Yin: “Oh, shut up, Yang. As always, you think in extremes.”

Srinu quickly sided with Yin, wanting to silence Yang’s toxic insinuations.
Srinu: “Yeah, Yin is right. Don’t just say whatever comes to your mind, Yang!”

Yang (angrily): “This is the problem with you, Srinu. You’ve always believed Ganga blindly.”

Yin replied coolly,
Yin: “It’s not about believing in Ganga, but your argument doesn’t make sense.”

Yang (smugly): “It doesn’t make sense to you because you don’t know what a woman is capable of when she turns to infidelity, leaving behind her loyalty.”

Yin, defensive, added,
Yin: “We all know about Ganga. But what’s your basis for making such wild claims?”

Yang’s voice grew louder, filled with mockery:
Yang: “You people are so naive! What do you think that clapping sound was?”

Srinu, still in shock, weakly replied,
Srinu: “It was just a signal noise… coming from her phone… maybe a bad signal because the bus was in the forest.”

Yang burst into sarcastic laughter:
Yang: “And you believe that? No wonder she slept with men from the whole colony under your nose, you fool.”

Yin interrupted sharply:
Yin: “Are you seriously suggesting that Ganga is fucking someone on a moving bus in front of everyone else?”

Yang leaned in, grinning wickedly:
Yang: “Oh, you forgot to mention it’s a sleeper bus, with seats that turn into beds, with curtains you can pull to hide yourself.”

Yang’s argument began to settle into Srinu’s mind, making uncomfortable sense. Yin was momentarily speechless, having no proper rebuttal.

Yang quickly added, almost smugly,
Yang: “Don’t forget, she herself said that everybody in the bus was fast asleep.”

Srinu’s eyes glazed over. In his mind, he started imagining what Yang had just described —
His beautiful, wife, Ganga…
being devoured by some stranger on the bus…

A cold chill gripped his chest. The same sick feeling he’d first experienced when he saw that video in Chacha’s phone — Ganga getting fucked by Javed and Chacha in that construction building.

Sweat began to bead on his forehead.

His pacing became frantic. He muttered to himself in despair:
Srinu: “No… this can’t be happening… She can’t do this to me… Why is she doing this to me?”

Yin, sensing the spiraling darkness, tried to calm him:
Yin: “Don’t worry, Srinu. Don’t listen to Yang. Yang could be wrong.”

Yang interrupted, venomous:
Yang: “Wrong? Yin, you have no right to tell me that I am wrong. Remember who was the first one to say that Ganga was cheating while you were defending her?”

Yin, in a defensive tone, replied,
Yin: “Yes, you were right that one time. But now, you are a victim of false cause fallacy.”

Yang (confused): “What now?”

Yin (patiently explaining): “It’s a logical error. Incorrectly concluding that one event caused another without sufficient evidence.”

Yang, dismissive, scoffed,
Yang: “Ohh, please Yin. Can you explain in normal language?”

Yin continued:
“I’m saying yes, Ganga cheated before. But that doesn’t mean everything she does now is cheating.”

Yang, sarcastic as ever, replied:
Yang: “That’s a bunch of bullshit.”

While their argument raged on in the background of his mind, Srinu kept pacing the room, dialling Ganga’s number again and again.

Each time, the same automated voice replied:
Voice: “The number you are trying to reach is currently switched off.”

His frustration turned into raw anger. With a loud grunt, he punched the air. Then, filled with desperation, he kicked the floor.

His steps quickened, each one more restless than the last. Time passed.

Eventually, his legs ached from walking back and forth. Exhaustion overtook him. He sank onto the bed, letting out a ragged sigh.

By now, he had called her over 50 times.

Every time his eyes met Ganga’s smiling picture on the phone’s home screen, a mix of pain and fury welled up inside him.

He couldn’t stop calling her, driven by a maddening need for answers.

He lay back, staring at the ceiling, silently hoping — praying — that Ganga would call him back at any moment.

But the night deepened…

It was already well past 2:00 AM.

His eyelids grew heavy.

The steady glow of his phone was the only light in the dark room.

Srinu fell asleep.

At 11:23 AM the ringtone sliced through the silence.

Srinu’s sleep shattered when the phone buzzed against his chest. The screen glowed: Ganga calling. He answered instantly.

Srinu: (voice hoarse from the night, but steady) “Hello… Ganga? You reached safely?”

Ganga: (soft, apologetic, village noises in the background) “Yes, baby. I’m fine. I’m so sorry, Srinu… my phone battery died completely. I forgot the charger at home.”

Srinu was already walking to the wardrobe.

Srinu: (calm, no edge) “The white Lightning charger?”

Ganga: “Yes, the same one. I only realised when the phone switched off in the forest. I feel awful—you must have been so worried.”

He opened the drawer. The white cable lay coiled exactly where it always stayed.

Srinu: (quietly) “It’s here.”

A small pause.

Ganga: (quickly) “See? I really forgot it. I’m such a fool sometimes.”

Srinu: (closing the drawer gently) “It’s all right. Main thing is you reached safely.”

Ganga: (relieved) “Just ten minutes back. Amma has already pulled me into marriage work—everyone is shouting my name.”

A woman’s voice from behind: “Ganga! Come fast, panditji is waiting!”

Ganga: (light laugh) “Listen, I have to go now. I love you. I’ll call properly tonight, pakka.”

Srinu: “Take care. Eat something first. I love you too.”

The call ended.

Srinu stood holding the charger for a long moment, then placed it back and shut the drawer.

But then, like a serpent uncoiling in the shadows of his mind, Yang's voice slithered in—sharp, venomous, dripping with that familiar, mocking glee.

Yang: (shouting with raw anger, echoing in the hollows of his skull) _Why didn't you ask her? The main question!_

Srinu flinched, as if slapped, his brief peace shattering like glass underfoot. He pressed his palms to his temples, whispering to the empty room.

Srinu: (muttering, defensive, his voice barely above a rasp) "Don't be ridiculous, Yang. Do you want me to just blurt it out? 'Hey, baby, did you fuck someone on the bus last night in front of everyone?' She'd think I'm insane. Paranoid. And after everything..."

Yin: (calm, measured) Yang, enough. She gave a reason. Charger forgotten. Phone died. It happens.

Yang: (cackling, triumphant) She fooled you once again! How do we even know she was telling the truth? "Forgot the charger"—ha! Classic Ganga. Smooth as silk, that one. Remember the theater? The "uncomfortable seat" excuse? And now this? She’s a lying whore.

Yin: (in a calm voice, analytical, pulling him back) Easy, yang. If you want proof, check for her charger. It's right there in the house. See if it's really gone. Facts over feelings.

Srinu just walked to the wardrobe in silence, opened the drawer, and pulled out the white Lightning cable—exactly where she always kept it.

Srinu: (whispering triumphantly, a bitter edge to his relief) "Got it. It's here. She... she really forgot it."

Yin's voice swelled with quiet vindication, a subtle undercurrent of judgment sharpening the edges.

Yin: (judgmental, but steady) What do you say now, Yang? Proof. Tangible. She wasn't lying—not about this, at least.

Yang faltered, his bluster cracking like thin ice, embarrassment twisting into a sullen growl.

Yang: (trying to suppress the embarrassment, voice gruff and evasive) Oh... she did really forget her charger. Fine. But she could've asked someone on the bus for one. Borrowed it. Hell, in a sleeper bus full of strangers, who's to say she didn't "borrow" more than that?

Yin: (unfazed, pressing the advantage with cool precision) Don't forget—her iPhone uses a Lightning cable, not USB-C.

Yang fell silent, a rare retreat, his presence shrinking to a petulant hum in the back of Srinu's mind. No retort. No venom. Just the echo of defeat.

Yin: (continuing smoothly, shifting gears with pragmatic efficiency) Now, if you're done with Yang's false cause fallacy problem—jumping from one past betrayal to assuming every shadow is another—can we get back to work, Srinu? You've got a day ahead. Plans to make.

He went to the bathroom, took a quick bath, dressed in a simple white shirt and trousers, and came downstairs.

On the way out he entered the his office room, opened the drawer, and took out few things:
- FIR copy
- Ganga’s diary
- Chacha’s broken phone

He slipped both into his bag, slung it across his shoulder, and stepped out into the harsh noon sun.
Srinu turned the key twice, the deadbolt sliding home with a heavy clunk that echoed through the empty house. He tugged the door once to be sure, then strode to his bike. The bike roared alive under him, hot exhaust curling around his ankles as he kicked the stand up and shot out of the lane.

The city thinned quickly. Past the last petrol bunk and the crowded bus depot, the roads narrowed into sleepy residential lanes lined with gulmohar trees. He cut the engine two streets early, rolled the bike into the shade of a neem, and walked the rest of the way on foot, shoes silent on the dusty path.

Constable Sundari’s house stood behind a knee-high compound wall painted bright green. A small nameplate read: Insp. Vijay Kumar & Family. Srinu crouched low behind the wall, heart thudding, and peered through the gaps in the iron gate.

Inside, everything looked… normal. Painfully normal.

Sundari’s husband, Inspector Vijay—tall, slightly balding, still in a white banian and checked lungi—was sipping coffee on the veranda, laughing at something their eight-year-old daughter was showing him on her tablet. Their younger son, maybe six, chased a red rubber ball across the tiled floor, shrieking with joy every time it bounced off the wall. Sundari herself, still in a simple mustard-yellow nighty, moved between kitchen and veranda carrying steel tumblers of filter coffee. She ruffled her son’s hair as he darted past, bent to plant a quick kiss on her husband’s cheek when he teasingly tugged her pallu, and the whole scene glowed with the kind of easy happiness Srinu’s own house had once had.

He felt something crack inside his chest.

How can a woman who wakes up to this, who kisses her children good morning, who laughs when her husband pinches her waist… do what Ganga wrote?

The diary pages flashed in front of his eyes like burning film:
Constable Sundari using the pretense of inspecting Ganga's injuries to physically seduce her. After Ganga revealed bite marks on her skin, Sundari's professionalism vanished. She began by suggestively massaging Ganga's breasts and belly. She then proceeded to examine Ganga's lower body, caressing her thighs and kneading and slapping her buttocks, all while making lewd and suggestive comments.

Srinu snapped back to present when sundari finished serving coffee and announced she had to get ready for duty. Her husband playfully smacked her hip; she swatted his hand away, laughing, and disappeared into the bedroom that faced the side lane.

The curtains were thin cotton, half-drawn. Perfect.

Sundari reached behind her neck and pulled the nighty string. The soft fabric slid down like water, pooling at her feet.

Srinu forgot how to breathe.

She was magnificent. Dusky skin gleaming with a faint sheen of overnight sweat, heavy breasts swaying free—dark nipples already peaked, thick and long like chocolate kisses begging to be sucked. A narrow waist flared into wide, fertile hips, silver stretch marks shimmering like secret rivers across her belly. Between her thighs, a neat black triangle glistened faintly in the morning light. She lifted one breast absently to scratch underneath, then let it drop with a soft bounce.

Yang stirred, voice thick and dripping.

Yang (groaning, almost reverent): Arre waah… look at those heavy, juicy ones. Bet they leak when she’s in heat. Imagine burying your face between them while Ganga licks her from behind—two women fighting over your cock.

Srinu’s jeans tightened painfully. His mind betrayed him instantly.

Yang (moaning): One day you’ll have both, Srinu. Sundari riding your face, Ganga riding your cock.

Yin (disgusted, sharp): Shut your dirty mouth. Srinu, Remember the oath, you swore on your mother you’d never touch another woman other than ganga. Have some shame!

Inside, Sundari wrapped a thin white towel around herself—the knot barely holding between those glorious breasts—and walked to the bathroom. The door stayed half-open. Steam soon rolled out, carrying the scent of Pears soap and something jasmine-sweet.

Minutes later she stepped out dripping, skin shining like wet teak. She let the towel fall.

She dried herself slowly—lifted each breast to wipe underneath, bent forward to dry the inside of her thighs, the motion making her heavy backside spread just enough to reveal the dark, forbidden ring between. Then she dressed with calm efficiency: black cotton bra struggling to contain those mounds, matching panties sliding up thick thighs, khaki trousers hugging that magnificent gaand, shirt stretched so tight across her chest the buttons strained, the top two left open for breathing room. Finally the belt, the badge, the nameplate

She looked every inch the stern, respectable security officerwoman.

Srinu now knew exactly what those hands could do when no one was watching.

Sundari stepped back onto the veranda, kissed her husband long and deep—tongue clearly visible even from the gate—ruffled her children’s hair and walked to the Scooty.

Srinu shrank deeper into shadow as she kick-started the scooter and rode past, the breeze carrying the faint scent of jasmine and talcum.

He counted to ten, then sprinted to his bike.

The bike snarled back to life. He pulled out behind her, keeping two vehicles between them.

He followed.

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Sundari throttled her Scooty through the bustling morning traffic, weaving past auto-rickshaws and vegetable carts with the ease of someone who knew every pothole in the city. Srinu kept a safe distance.

The security officer station loomed ahead—a squat, yellow-washed building with peeling posters of wanted criminals and a faded tricolour flag fluttering lazily on the pole. Sundari parked in the reserved slot near the entrance, slung her bag over her shoulder, and marched inside with a nod to the saluting guard at the gate.

Srinu pulled over across the street, under the shade of a banyan tree, and watched until her khaki-clad figure disappeared through the doors. Only then did he kill the engine, unhooking his backpack from the bike's hook. The bag felt heavier now, loaded with the FIR copy, Ganga's diary, and Chacha's broken phone. He slung it over his shoulder, the strap digging into his skin, and crossed the road slowly, his steps measured to avoid drawing attention. As he approached, he caught glimpses through the open gates: other constables straightening up as Sundari passed, snapping sharp salutes. One even murmured a quick "Good morning, ma'am," with genuine respect in his voice. It was clear—she commanded authority here, not just fear, but admiration from her colleagues.

Just as Sundari vanished into the inner corridors, a small family shuffled up to the entrance—an old woman with a wrinkled face and a faded cotton sari, leaning on a wooden stick; her middle-aged daughter, eyes red from crying, clutching a frayed handbag; and a young granddaughter, barely ten, holding her grandmother's hand with wide, frightened eyes. They hurried inside, their steps urgent, and immediately surrounded Sundari in the reception area visible from the gate.

Srinu edged closer, peering from behind a parked jeep. The old woman clutched Sundari's arm, her voice breaking as she wailed about some stolen jewellery or a neighbour's threat—Srinu couldn't catch every word, but the despair was palpable, like a thick fog in the air. The daughter sobbed quietly, dabbing her eyes with her dupatta, while the granddaughter stared at the floor, twisting her small fingers. Sundari placed a gentle hand on the old woman's shoulder, her voice calm and reassuring.

Sundari (softly, with empathy): "Don't worry, amma. Sit down first. Tell me everything slowly. We'll sort this out."

She guided them to a nearby bench, signalling a peon to fetch water. The family nodded gratefully, the old woman's trembling hands clasping Sundari's like a lifeline. It was a scene of quiet compassion, the kind that made the station feel less like a fortress of fear and more like a place of refuge.

Srinu slipped inside the gate, his backpack slung low, but a burly guard at the entrance blocked his path with a raised hand.

Guard (gruffly, eyeing him up and down): "What do you want here? Can't just walk in like that."

Srinu (calmly, meeting his gaze): "I'm here to meet Constable Sundari. It's important—about a case."

The guard grunted, jotting something on a register.

Guard (nodding towards a bench): "Wait there. I'll inform her."

Srinu nodded and sat on the worn wooden bench in the waiting area, the backpack resting on his lap like a ticking bomb. Beside him sat the same family from moments ago—the old woman fanning herself with her pallu, the daughter whispering comforts, the granddaughter swinging her legs nervously.

Their murmurs floated to him, laced with relief.

Old Woman (sighing, with a faint smile): "That Sundari madam is like a goddess in khaki. So kind, so strong. Last time my neighbour troubled us, she sorted it in one day—no bribes, no nonsense."

Daughter (nodding eagerly, wiping her eyes): "Yes, amma. She's not like other security officer. Listens properly, helps the poor. God bless her family."

Granddaughter (softly, looking up): "She gave me a toffee last time. Said brave girls like me don't cry."

They shared a quiet laugh, the tension easing from their faces. Srinu listened, his confusion deepening. How could this be the same Sundari? The one praised like a saviour, helping families in distress?

Flashes from Ganga's diary hit him again: Sundari in the hospital ward, locking the door, lifting Ganga's gown with clinical detachment that turned predatory. "Spread your legs wider, victim. I need to check how they entered you—for the report." Fingers probing, questions whispered like threats. If she's so great, so respected... how could she do that to my wife?

Moments later, a peon called out.

Peon (waving): "You three—Sundari madam is ready. Go in."

The family rose, gathering their things, and disappeared into Sundari's room. Srinu waited, the bench hard against his back, his mind racing. After what felt like an eternity but was only ten minutes, they emerged—faces lit with smiles, the old woman clasping her hands in thanks.

Old Woman (loudly, beaming): "Thank you so much, madam! You've saved us again. What would we do without you?"

Daughter (teary but happy): "Yes, she'll file the complaint right away. God keep you safe always."

They left, chattering gratefully, leaving Srinu alone with his doubts.

Peon (calling out): "Srinu? Madam will see you now."

Srinu stood, backpack in hand, and entered the small, cluttered room. Sundari sat behind a desk piled with files, a fan whirring lazily overhead. She looked up with a professional smile.

Sundari (gesturing to the chair): "Come in. Please sit."

Srinu (nodding politely): "Thank you."

He sat opposite her, the backpack on his lap. Sundari leaned back, folding her arms.

Sundari (curiously): "How can I help you? You said it's about a case?"

Srinu (straightening, voice steady): "I'm Srinu. My wife is Ganga. You handled our case—the attack a few months ago."

Sundari furrowed her brow, tilting her head as if searching her memory.

Sundari (shaking her head slowly): "Srinu... Ganga... I'm sorry, it doesn't ring a bell right away. We handle so many cases. Refresh my memory?"

Srinu reached into his backpack and pulled out the FIR copy, sliding it across the desk.

Srinu (pointing): "This. The night my wife and I were attacked after the movie. You were the investigating officer. You even interrogated Ganga in the hospital while I was unconscious."

Sundari glanced at the paper, her eyes scanning quickly. Then recognition dawned, and her face brightened. She stood up abruptly, leaning over the desk with a warm smile, extending her hand.

Sundari (enthusiastically, shaking his hand firmly): "Ah, yes! Ganga's husband. How are you now? Fully recovered? I remember now—that was a tough one."

Srinu shook her hand, feeling the strength in her grip, and sat back as she did the same. She buzzed the peon for coffee.

Sundari (gesturing): "Have some coffee? It's fresh."

Srinu (shaking his head): "No, thank you."

She nodded, leaning forward.

Sundari (attentively): "So, how can I help?"

Srinu (leaning in, voice firm): "I need the truth. About my case."

Sundari (confused, tilting her head): "Truth? About what exactly?"

Srinu (frustrated, raising his voice slightly): "My case! The attack on me and Ganga."

Sundari (calmly, waving a hand): "Your case? What happened now? Did you register a new complaint with the writer?"

Srinu (shaking his head): "No need—it's already registered."

Sundari (frowning deeper): "Already registered? Mr. Srinu, I'm confused. Which case are you talking about?"

Srinu pushed the FIR copy closer.

Srinu (pointing emphatically): "This one. The attack. You investigated it. Now tell me the truth about what happened."

Sundari picked it up, her eyes narrowing as she read. She looked up, still puzzled.

Sundari (slowly): "What truth, Mr. Srinu? I don't understand. The case was closed months ago."

Srinu (countering sharply): "Exactly—why was it closed? Without catching all the culprits?"

Sundari (losing patience a bit, voice rising): "What do you mean all the culprits? The men who attacked you and your wife died in a gang fight before we could arrest them. So, obviously, the case closed. What more is there?"

Srinu (leaning forward, intense): "If all the culprits are dead, then why is Ganga still going to Ranigunj? Who is asking her to go there?"

Sundari's face turned suspicious, her eyes narrowing.

Sundari (carefully): "Why would she go to Ranigunj? More importantly, how do you know she's going there?"

Srinu (bluntly): "Because I followed her."

Sundari (suspiciously): "You followed her? To where?"

Srinu (continuing): "I followed her with a suspicious auto driver who took her to Ranigunj."

The moment "Ranigunj" left his lips, Sundari sat upright, her full attention locked on him like a hawk.

Srinu (pressing on): "If the case is closed like you said, why is Ganga still going to Ranigunj? More importantly, who is asking her to come there?"

Sundari leaned forward, placing both arms on the desk, staring at him keenly.

Sundari (probing): "Oh, I see. But why do you think I have the answers to your questions?"

Srinu met her gaze silently for a moment, then pulled Ganga's diary from his backpack, along with the slip bearing Sundari's phone number, and placed them beside the FIR.

Sundari (recognizing the slip immediately): "Where did you get this?"

Srinu (calmly): "I found it in Ganga's diary, where she wrote about you."

Sundari (surprised): "About me? What are you talking about?"

Srinu (quickly): "Yes, she wrote you were the one who interrogated her after the attack. She also wrote you were the first person she called when Javed showed up for the first time after they attacked us and fled. Most importantly, you're the investigating officer, so you must know what happened in those three weeks I was in the hospital—and why she's still going to Ranigunj."

Before finishing, Srinu slammed the diary shut with frustration.

Sundari took a deep breath.

Sundari (soothingly): "Mr. Srinu, calm down. There's nothing to get frustrated about. Nothing happened in those three weeks. Ganga going to Ranigunj could be a total coincidence that you misunderstood. And as for my investigation details, they're confidential—I can't reveal them to a civilian."

Srinu reached into his backpack again and pulled out Chacha's broken phone, placing it on the desk.

Srinu (pointing): "This is Chacha's phone—which you missed at the crime scene. Now tell me the truth, or I'll report this to your superiors and complain about your interrogation."

Sundari (laughing lightly): "Are you trying to blackmail me with a broken piece of evidence for a case that's already closed?"

Srinu stood up, starting to pack his bag.

Srinu (sternly): "I'm not talking about the phone. I'm talking about how you interrogated Ganga in the hospital. I have written proof from Ganga herself in this diary."

Sundari (waving him down): "There's no need to complain to my superiors."

She stood and walked around the desk towards him.

Sundari (defensively): "You've completely misunderstood my interrogation method with Ganga. I did not misbehave—it was just standard procedure. As an officer, I have to look at both the victim and the attacker through the same lens until proven guilty. In my experience, most of the time, the victim might be the actual culprit."

Srinu (with a stern face): "Let me decide who the culprit is. You just tell me the truth."

Sundari looked at him with a defeated expression, took a deep breath.

Sundari (reluctantly): "Okay, I'll tell you the truth. But first, you have to promise me you won't talk about this to anybody—not even Ganga."

Srinu nodded. Sundari hit the call bell on her desk. Moments later, another woman constable entered.

Sundari (introducing): "This is my assistant, Ruhi Sharma. Ruhi, escort Mr. Srinu to the evidence room. I'll join in a few minutes."

Ruhi (nodding politely): "Yes, ma'am."

She turned to Srinu.

Ruhi (gesturing): "Please follow me, sir."

They exited the room. Ruhi paused in the corridor.

Ruhi (pointing to a bench): "Mr. Srinu, can you wait here please? I have to get this evidence into our database."

Srinu handed over his backpack and sat on the bench as she disappeared into a side room marked "Records."

As he waited, low murmurs caught his ear from the corner. He turned to see two shirtless men—pickpocketers, by the look of their chained ankles—squatting on the floor in just boxers. Red welts from lathi blows striped their backs, but they showed no pain, instead wearing creepy grins as they stared at something. Srinu followed their gaze: Constable Ruhi, bent over a computer in the open records room, her khaki shirt hugging her curves.

Srinu wondered what they were smiling about. Then their whispers reached him, low and crude in the local tongue.

First Pickpocketer (grinning, murmuring): "Wah kya maal hai bhai. Ye security officer mein kya kar rahi, isko toh heroine hona tha." [Wow, what a hot piece, brother. What is she doing in security officer? She should be a heroine.]

Second Pickpocketer (nodding, chuckling softly): "Zara uske mamme tho deko, javani phut phut ke bahar aa rahi hai yeh!" [Look at those boobs—youth is bursting out!]

They both snickered.

First Pickpocketer (leaning closer): "Yeh budde log kitne kushnasib hai jo itni jawan kadak maal inke saath kaam kar rahi hai." [These old guys are so lucky that such a young, tight hot piece is working with them.]

Second Pickpocketer (grinning wider): "Yaar yeh bahut... yeh security officer budde apne aap ko kaise sambhal rahe hain... agar main hota toh ab tak station ke beech mein leta ke is randi ko chod dalta." [Bro, this much... these old security officer guys, how are they controlling themselves? If I was there, I would have laid this whore in the middle of the station and fucked her by now.]

First Pickpocketer (laughing under his breath): "Arey in phattu security officer badwon se kuch nahi hota, bas is ladki ko soch ke bathroom mein hilate rahte hain." [Nothing happens from these cowardly security officer bodies—they just think of this girl and jerk off in the bathroom.]

They burst into loud laughter, drawing the guard's attention. He swung his lathi hard across their shoulders.

Guard (barking): "Shut up, you dogs! Or I'll give you more to laugh about."

They winced but kept smirking. Srinu turned away, but the words lingered. He glanced at Ruhi again—her youthful face framed by a neat ponytail, slim figure in the fitted uniform, looking more like a fresh college graduate than a hardened constable. God, they were right; she seemed out of place here, too vibrant, too innocent for this den of complaints and criminals. Her shirt clung just enough to hint at the curves beneath, and for a fleeting moment, Srinu imagined her in a film song, dancing under rain, instead of logging evidence. But he shook it off—focus, he told himself. This wasn't the time for distractions.

Before he could dwell further, Ruhi returned, backpack in hand.

Ruhi (smiling professionally): "All done, sir. Please follow me to the evidence room."

Srinu followed Ruhi down a narrow corridor lined with locked cabinets and humming servers, the air cool and metallic from the air-conditioning. She pushed open a heavy steel door marked "Evidence Room – Authorized Personnel Only," and they stepped inside.

The room was nothing like the dusty lock-ups Srinu had imagined. It was a high-tech nerve centre: racks of advanced spy cameras with long lenses, tiny button cams, and drone-mounted ones; shelves of listening devices—bugs the size of shirt buttons, directional microphones, encrypted recorders; a full projection centre with a large white screen and multiple monitors glowing softly; banks of communication sets with headsets and satellite uplinks; and at the far end, a massive bank-style vault with biometric locks and thick steel doors for storing physical evidence.

Ruhi walked straight to a workstation near the vault, took Chacha’s broken phone from the backpack, and scanned its barcode into the system. She then handed the backpack—now containing only Ganga’s diary and the FIR copy—back to Srinu.

Ruhi (professionally polite): "This will be logged properly. Thank you for bringing it in."

She turned and disappeared behind the vault door to secure the phone.

Moments later, Sundari entered, closing the heavy door behind her with a soft thud. She stood in front of Srinu, arms folded, her expression serious.

Sundari (quietly, one last time): "Remember—no word about this meeting to anyone. Not even Ganga. Promise?"

Srinu nodded once, firmly. She acknowledged it with a small tilt of her head.

Sundari then turned to Ruhi, who had just returned.

Sundari: "Ruhi, turn off the lights."

The overhead fluorescents clicked off, leaving only the soft glow of the projector as Ruhi powered it up. A sharp image appeared on the large white screen: a sprawling, chaotic slum under a hazy sky—narrow lanes choked with people, tin roofs patched with blue tarpaulin, open drains, stray dogs, clotheslines heavy with washing.

Sundari (pointing with a laser pointer): "This is Ranigunj. Headquarters of the crime syndicate that runs most of the city’s underworld."

Ruhi clicked through slides: close-up shots of crowded alleys, children playing near overflowing gutters, women carrying water pots; then bird’s-eye drone views showing the dense maze of the settlement; wider satellite images marking zones in red. Srinu recognised several landmarks immediately—the same twisted lanes he had glimpsed that day following the suspicious auto-wala, the same cluster of blue-tarpaulin roofs he had seen when Ganga disappeared into the slum.

Sundari (voice steady, authoritative): "Ranigunj started as a small migrant settlement decades ago. As the city grew around it, skyscbangrs, malls, IT parks—everything developed. But Ranigunj stayed frozen in time. Mostly '. population, little education, no real infrastructure. People had no legitimate jobs, so they turned to petty crime to survive. That attracted every kind of scum from across the city. Over time, the gangs organised. Now it’s a full syndicate. Murder, kidnapping, extortion, bang—almost every major crime in the city has a thread leading back here."

Srinu (puzzled, frowning): "If they’re so dangerous, why hasn’t the security officer done anything all these years?"

Sundari (sighing): "It’s not that we didn’t want to. We couldn’t. Politicians ordered us to stay hands-off—minority vote bank. Touch Ranigunj, and they’d scream oppression."

Srinu (disbelief heavy in his voice): "So politicians protected criminals… for votes? That’s disgusting."

Sundari (nodding grimly): "Yes. Power matters more than justice to them. They need those votes."

Srinu: "But the government changed recently. This one promised citizen security, more support for security officer. And they don’t care about the Ranigunj vote bank. They’ve never been shy about cracking down."

Sundari (shaking her head): "We tried—many times. Raids, checkpoints, everything. But every time we entered, the locals—children, women, old men—formed human walls. They protected the gang members, called them their well-wishers, said the syndicate gave them money, food, loans when the government didn’t. They were ready to die for them."

Srinu (frustrated): "So what? security officer have power, weapons. Why not force them out?"

Sundari and Ruhi exchanged a long glance. Sundari looked at Ruhi, who stepped forward.

Ruhi (voice calm but edged with memory): "We did, sir. Full force. Lathi charges, tear gas, even shoot-at-sight orders in extreme cases. But the people didn’t back down. They fought us with stones, acid bulbs, whatever they had. Media went crazy—‘security officer oppressing minorities.’ Left parties, NGOs, protests everywhere. Government came under pressure and ordered us to withdraw."

Srinu muttered under his breath: "Damn these communists… always playing politics even with criminals."

He looked up sharply.

Srinu: "Okay, but how does any of this connect to me and Ganga?"

Sundari (raising a hand): "Be patient. You need the full picture to understand."

Ruhi clicked to new slides: three menacing faces projected large on the screen—long beards, dark complexions, scarred cheeks, cold eyes staring straight at the camera.

Sundari: "The syndicate has three major gangs. Leaders: Mastan, Sonu, and the most dangerous—Killa. They’ve divided the city into zones. Every crime feeds one of them."

Srinu stared at the brutal faces, a chill crawling up his spine.

Sundari: "Their intelligence network is better than ours. Daily labourers, newspaper boys, vegetable vendors, maids, watchmen, construction workers—even beggars—all feed them information. That’s how they stay two steps ahead."

Ruhi changed slides again: grainy mugshots of captured thugs.

Srinu’s breath caught. One face jumped out—Ranga, the thief he had caught hugging Ganga from behind in their own kitchen.

Srinu (quickly): "Can you go back one?"

Ruhi obliged. Srinu stared, confirming. Ranga’s smirk, this was the same guy.

Sundari (noticing): "You recognise him?"

Srinu (snapping back, voice steady): "No… thought I did. Mistake."

He wondered silently why he lied—but something told him to keep that card close for now.

Ruhi moved on. Sundari continued.

Sundari: "From interrogating these criminals, we learned about their headquarters—the Adda. Deep inside Ranigunj. We never got the exact location—just that it’s somewhere in the centre."

The word Adda hit Srinu like a punch. Swati’s voice echoed in his memory: the place Ganga vanished into that day he followed her.

Sundari: "We tried infiltrating—disguised constables, informants. Every time, they were caught, beaten half-dead. We stopped risking our people. Then… your case landed on my desk."

Srinu leaned forward, fully alert.

Srinu: "What does our attack have to do with Ranigunj?"

Sundari: "Javed and Chacha weren’t random thugs. They belonged to Killa’s gang. Usually, victims don’t survive. You two did. That made me think they might return—for loose ends, or something else. So I visited Ganga in hospital. Gave her my number. And when she called—Javed at your house—I knew they wanted something from her."

Srinu’s mind raced: All they wanted was to fuck her. What else?

Sundari: "We decided to use that. Turn Ganga into our eyes inside."

Srinu (cutting in, voice rising): "Use Ganga? You mean… she was working for you?"

Sundari (nodding gravely): "Yes, Srinu. She became our SPY!."

Srinu collapsed back into the chair, the world tilting. Ganga—a spy? His gentle, homemaking wife—walking into that hell for information?

Sundari stepped closer, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Sundari (softly): "Are you okay?"

He stared at the floor, speechless. Sundari nodded to Ruhi, who quickly fetched a glass of water. Ruhi offered it; Srinu took it absently, sipped, and set it down.

His husband’s instinct surged—love, fear, rage.

Srinu (standing suddenly, voice shaking): "How could you? She’s innocent—an ordinary housewife! You sent her to those animals knowing what they did to us?"

Tears welled up, hot with helpless anger.

Sundari and Ruhi exchanged glances. Sundari patted his shoulder gently.

Sundari (calmly): "I understand your anger. But she was never in real danger. We had undercover teams watching her every move."

Srinu (slightly calmer): "So… security officer were always nearby? She could call for help?"

Sundari hesitated, glancing at Ruhi. Ruhi spoke softly.

Ruhi (hesitant): "Actually… we never told Ganga she was being protected."

Srinu exploded again.

Srinu (roaring): "Are you insane? You left her alone with those monsters?"

Sundari (steady): "Please understand—we couldn’t risk it. In past operations, protected informants panicked and revealed escorts under pressure. Missions failed. With Ganga… we used plausible deniability. She thought she was alone. That made her natural, convincing. We monitored everything—home, hospital, Ranigunj visits—without her knowing."

Srinu (pointing, furious): "This is madness! I blamed her, hated her for going to Ranigunj—but it was because of you!"

Sundari (deep breath): "No, Srinu. She went because of you."

Srinu (shouting): "What? Have you lost your mind?"

Ruhi (quickly): "Madam, we promised Ganga—never tell Srinu."

Sundari (firmly): "I know, Ruhi. But he deserves the truth now."

She turned to Srinu.

Sundari: "Ganga agreed to spy… for revenge. For your honour. They put you in hospital, nearly killed you. She wanted them destroyed. She walked into that hell to avenge you."

Srinu fell silent, stunned.

Sundari (softly): "She loves you that much. Like Savitri challenging Yama for her husband’s life—Ganga faced these devils for you."

Ruhi (nodding): "She’s the bravest, most devoted woman I’ve seen—after madam sundari, of course."

Srinu stared, lost. Everything he thought he knew—shattered.

Sundari: "Because of her tips, we killed many criminals in encounters—including Javed and Chacha, which we covered it up as ganga war killings. Now only the Adda raid remains—to catch the leaders red-handed."

Srinu (firmly): "No. It ends now. You will not use Ganga again. Leave her out of this."

Ruhi (protesting): "But madam—we’re so close!"

Sundari (raising hand): "It’s okay, Ruhi. We have enough from past intel to finish this."

She turned to Srinu.

Sundari: "Agreed. Ganga is out."

Srinu (relieved): "Thank you."

Sundari: "No—thank your family. Even today, that old woman and her family on the bench? We helped them because of old tips from Ganga."

Srinu (quietly): "The three women beside me?"

Sundari: "Yes."

Her phone buzzed sharply. She answered briefly, then hung up.

Sundari: "Sorry—I have an urgent meeting. Ruhi will see you out."

Srinu nodded numbly. Ruhi gestured.

Ruhi: "Anything else you need, sir?"

Srinu (dazed): "No… I’m good."

He slung the backpack over his shoulder—diary and FIR heavy inside—and followed Ruhi out through the corridors, past saluting constables, into the harsh sunlight.

He mounted his bike, kick-started it, and rode home, the wind whipping his face, mind spinning with this new information.

[kk007007]

Wow! 1 million views.

Thanks for all the readers.

Cheers 

[Astroboy11]

Great effort in continuing the story. You can fool Srinu with that explanation, but you cant fool us readers. We know she's a slut and that Sundari told a cover story to hide the truth from Srinu.

[chellaporukki]

Superb twist.

[kk007007]

Great effort in continuing the story. You can fool Srinu with that explanation, but you cant fool us readers. We know she's a slut and that Sundari told a cover story to hide the truth from Srinu.

How do you know its not the truth ?

[Nobita]

Very interesting update.....really want to know what happens next ....please give next update soon

[sexypreeti]

How do you know its not the truth ?

What the truth is purely depends on your story writing skills...Write it such that your readers don't get ideas like these...

[tomdickharry2024]

What a twist KK bro.. neither Srinu, nor his Yin and Yang were expecting this!

[kk007007]

What the truth is purely depends on your story writing skills...Write it such that your readers don't get ideas like these...

i was being sarcastic.. 

[sexypreeti]

i was being sarcastic..   

Me too 

[raja shri]

Welcome back bro, I hope everything is all fine.You finally come back.
Amazing and great update BRO...you change the whole scenario ...but the truth is she fuck chacha ,javed and many other persons in consent.How will Srinu find out what happened between Ganga and Sundari, because there was nothing written about it in the diary.?What happened on the bus that she didn't pick up the phone, was her phone really switched off or did she switch it off intentionally? And many questions are raised my mind . Let see what happens next ? And bro if you have enough time then please add a gif because your gif collections is fucking osm.
Lastly bro ,Will there be regular updates every week?

[Ayush01111]

I also not feel its real its just a story ganga is not clean as she was fucking in toilet with chacha and now in bus also i think she new that his husband got his dairy so she is just protecting him may be i am wrong

[pro10]

I never thought this story will get update. Thank you for continuing the story.

[tomdickharry2024]

KK you've introduced an amazing SPY and revenge angle for Ganga.. it makes so much more sense for most of her actions.. I've just finished re-reading the whole story from start.. beautiful piece of work my friend. Thank you!
What will Srinu do now is the question.. is she taking revenge on the bus too??