Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

[kk007007]

hello my fellow perverts,

I know you all disappointed about the long pause 

But due major changes in IRL. i could no concentrate 

Its like im having a writer's block.

But soon i will be updating the story.

[sexypreeti]

hello my fellow perverts,

I know you all disappointed about the long pause 

But due major changes in IRL. i could no concentrate 

Its like im have a writer's block.

But soon i will be updating the story.

We can understand what you are going thru and are still standing strong with you to see this story to the end. 

Take your time and come back stronger, we will wait 

[Sasuke22]

Telugu translation try chey bro

[kk007007]

Telugu translation try chey bro

avunu telugu lo vunde maja ne veru.. i will try

[Nobita]

Bro please update this story

[raja shri]

Hi brother, good to see u again ,
I hope update is as soon as possible...bro , I know your are very busy but please brother finish this story.
Bcz I can't understand how the end of this story and how far will ganga go and her dark secrets ? ..and if possible are you updates your previous updates GIF bcz your all GIF are osm..

[Sasuke22]

avunu telugu lo vunde maja ne veru.. i will try

Chey bro..

[Manoj710]

avunu telugu lo vunde maja ne veru.. i will try

Please do it bro

[Ankita b]

please update :)

[Alvinthomas]

What is this Kk bro you again vanished

[srider69]

Kk007007, i se that yoh have been responding to folks. And i also believe you said you have the plot and story ready. So, i am wondering what the delay is about

[Nobita]

Bro please update

[kk007007]

Deal with priya

Srinu parked his motorcycle in the shaded porch. The engine died with a final sputter, leaving a sudden, heavy silence in its wake. He walked up the steps, his fingers trembling slightly as he turned the key in the lock. The heavy front door swung open, revealing the dim, quiet interior of his home. Ganga was away at her parents' village, and the house felt cavernous and cold without her. He stepped inside, pushing the door back until it clicked shut with a soft, final thud.


He didn't bother turning on the lights in the hallway. Instead, he walked straight into his home office room, his private sanctuary. He leaned his back against the wall, his hands slipping into his pockets. His chest felt tight, his breath shallow as his mind reeled from the shocking revelations Sundari had thrown at him. Ganga... a security officer spy? An undercover asset who had willingly walked into the clutches of those Ranigunj monsters to avenge him? The very thought made his stomach twist into a hard, painful knot. The world he thought he understood had been turned completely upside down.

His gaze drifted to the wooden wardrobe drawer in the corner of the office—the drawer where Ganga's white Lightning charger still lay coiled. It confirmed her excuse from earlier, yet it did nothing to quiet the screaming doubts in his mind.

Yin (relieved): There it is, Srinu. The truth. It wasn't betrayal... it was bravery. She wasn't running into the arms of other men; she was walking into the lion's den for you. For your honor. All that pain, all that suspicion... it was just a misunderstanding of a sacrifice she was making. She is a hero. Ganga is a hero.

Yang (mocking): Oh, bravo. Bravo! What a beautiful story. Somebody get the film rights. 'My Wife, The Undercover Spy.' You actually believe that load of bakwaas [nonsense], Srinu? After everything we've seen, after everything we've read with our own eyes, you're buying this faltu [useless] fairy tale that a saali [bitch] crooked cop feeds you?

Yin (patient): It is the most logical explanation for all the disparate facts, Yang. Think about it. Her trips to Ranigunj, the familiarity she has with those slum dwellers, the cryptic phrases she used, her absolute secretiveness. It all slots into place perfectly if you see it as a covert security officer operation. It's a unifying theory that explains her behavior without painting her as a monster.

Yang (furious): A 'unifying theory'? Let's test that beautiful theory against our real evidence, you chutiya [fucker]. Let's start with the diary, shall we? Did our heroic 'avenging spy' write about how she had to pretend to enjoy getting fucked by two filthy laborers? NO! She wrote about her long-suppressed desires. She wrote about finding her 'primal voice.' She wrote about her conscious, exciting decision to have a 'one-night stand' in that half-built apartment block. Was that also part of the official security officer mission? Was closing the door on her husband to get her cheap thrills in the spy handbook Sundari gave her?

Yin (thoughtful): Perhaps that was just a story she told herself to cope with the trauma of what she had to do. To survive that horror, she had to compartmentalize. Maybe she convinced her own mind that she wanted it, to justify the terrible acts she was forced to commit just to maintain her cover. It's a well-known psychological defense mechanism.

Yang (venomous): Defense mechanism? Mera lund [My dick]! And what about the security officerwoman who is telling you this grand, heroic story? What about Sundari herself? The diary was very clear about what happened in that hospital room when you were lying unconscious. Our 'hero spy' got hot and bothered while Sundari locked the door and felt her up. Her fingers sliding inside her, massaging her breasts, teasing her thighs. Was that also part of the mission? Did Ganga need to get seduced and fingered by a lesbian cop just to bring down the Ranigunj syndicate? Sundari is a predator who used Ganga's vulnerability, and now this kamini [bitch] is feeding you this beautiful story to make herself look like a savior and cover her own dirty tracks!

Yin (protesting): You're twisting everything, Yang. We saw Sundari at the security officer station today. She was compassionate, respected. She commands an entire operation. She has two sides to her—a professional one, and a personal one. She may have crossed a line in the hospital room, yes, but that doesn't mean the entire undercover operation is a lie. She is the one who brought justice to Javed and Chacha.

Yang (laughing mockingly): Justice? You call that justice? They died in a 'gang fight'? How unbelievably convenient! The two primary witnesses who could contradict any story Sundari wants to spin are permanently silenced, put six feet under. Don't you see the pattern, Srinu? Sundari is a cleaner. She cleans up messy situations. And you, Srinu, are the biggest mess of all. You were digging too close to the truth, tracking them down, so this saali [bitch] fed you a story so perfect, so flattering to your husband's ego and your love for Ganga, that you'd stop digging. She didn't give you the truth; she gave you a pacifier to shut you up!

Yin (hesitant): ...The diary entry about Sundari is indeed a difficult variable. Her explanation at the station about it being 'standard procedure' was an obvious, pathetic lie. And the graphic nature of that video on Chacha's phone... it doesn't align perfectly with the actions of a reluctant, forced operative.

Yang (triumphant): Doesn't align? It's a fucking contradiction! You have two completely different stories, you chutiya [fucker]! Story A: The diary and the video, where Ganga is a sexually curious, highly willing participant who betrays you for pleasure. Story B: Sundari's tale, where Ganga is a righteous, avenging angel on a secret mission. They cannot both be true. One of them is lying. And my money is that both of them are lying to you.

Yin (analytical): You are correct. There is a fundamental contradiction. Therefore, accepting Sundari's story as the absolute truth is premature. But rejecting it entirely is also foolish. It provides a framework. The mission might be real. But Ganga's role—and Sundari's—might be far darker and more complex than presented. We cannot confront Ganga yet. She believes we know nothing. We cannot trust Sundari either. She has every reason to lie. The investigation is not over.

Yang (satisfied): So we're not done? Good. I was getting bored of your soft whining.

Yin (methodical): No, we are not done. Even if we accept Sundari's claim—that Ganga acted out of revenge, to fight for your dignity—it only explains the motive, not the method. It doesn't account for the missing diary pages, or the specific events of those three weeks you lay unconscious in the hospital. That gap is still a black hole. Our objective has simply changed. It's no longer just about whether Ganga betrayed you. It's about why this clean 'spy story' is being used to cover up the messy, depraved truth we saw with our own eyes. We must understand the full scope of the lie. The next step remains the same. Ganga is gone to her parents' house for a few days. We proceed with the original plan. We talk to Priya. We find out about Ganga's past. We find out if this 'primal voice' she wrote about has a history. And we go to the 'adda' in Ranigunj. We find out what Ranigunj is really about. We trust nothing but what we see for ourselves.

Yang (grim): Fine. We play their game. But when we find the real truth... I don't care if she's a spy, a queen, or a saint. The woman in that video is a randi [whore]. And whores get what they deserve.

Srinu took a deep breath, the voices in his head finally falling back into a tense, vibrating silence. His eyes drifted to the detective board mounted on the wall of his office. His interest in it felt drained, replaced by a heavy, grinding frustration. He walked slowly over to the board.

He looked at the name 'Sundari'. Written next to it in thick, bold red ink was "IN PROGRESS." He picked up the whiteboard duster, his knuckles white. With a single, sharp stroke, he erased the words "IN PROGRESS" in front of Sundari's name, knowing that chasing her directly was a dead end. Instead, he took the black marker, his hand steady but cold, and drew a large, dark question mark right next to her name.

He stepped back, crossing his arms as he stared at the board. Frustration clawed at his chest. One out of his three lines of investigation was now completely blocked.

The board now stood as:
1. Sundari — Blocked (marked with a big black question mark)
2. Priya — Paused
3. Ranigunj / Adda — Planned next

He stood there in the quiet office, the silence of the empty house pressing in on him, knowing he was trapped in a maze of lies.

* * *

Srinu walked out of his office room, the door clicking shut behind him with a dull, hollow sound. The house was completely quiet, smelling faintly of jasmine and dust. He walked slowly to the living room, feeling the weight of the investigation crushing his chest. Sundari's line was blocked, a dead end of conflicting stories. He collapsed onto the sofa in the hall, burying his face in his hands, staring blankly at the floor tiles.

Suddenly, the phone in his trouser pocket buzzed and started ringing.

He pulled it out. The screen lit up with the name he both craved and feared to see: Ganga.

Srinu stared at the screen for a few seconds, his heart pounding against his ribs. He slid the green button and put the phone to his ear, trying to control his breathing.

Srinu (cautious): Hello?

Ganga's voice came through the speaker, sweet and instantly familiar.

Ganga (loving): Srinu? Where were you? I have been calling you since afternoon. Did you go to the office today?

Srinu swallowed the lump in his throat. He had spent his afternoon at the security officer station, watching the video of his wife being touched by another woman, and then confronting Sundari.

Srinu (strained): Yes, baby... I was in the office. Had some urgent project work.

His voice sounded flat to his own ears as he lied. Ganga's voice shifted into a nagging, scolding tone.

Ganga (scolding): Office? Then why didn't you go to Priya's house for lunch? Priya called me, you know. She said she cooked so much food and was waiting for you, but you didn't even pick up her calls. I had to apologize to her on your behalf! Why are you behaving like this, Srinu?

Srinu (defensive): I was busy with some meetings, Ganga. The phone was on silent.

Ganga's voice softened, filled with deep, loving concern that sounded so genuine it made Srinu's skin crawl.

Ganga (concerned): Busy is okay, but what about your health? Are you not feeling hungry these days? Last week also you missed lunch at Priya's place when she invited you. This is the second time. If you keep skipping meals like this, you will fall sick again. You know how much I worry about your health when I am not there to look after you.

Srinu listened to her sweet, caring words. A few months ago, this would have filled him with warmth. But now, it felt like a cold, sharp knife sliding into his mind.

As her gentle voice flowed into his ear, his mind flashed with graphic, vivid images from the diary and the video. He didn't hear his caring housewife; instead, he saw Ganga lying on the hospital bed, her green hospital gown pulled up to her collarbone, exposing her full, soft breasts. He saw Sundari's hands all over them, squeezing and caressing her nipples, while Ganga closed her eyes, moaning softly with pleasure.

Even worse, the memory of the video with the two laborers hit him. He saw Ganga on her knees, her eyes wide with submission, her mouth wrapped around Javed's thick, dark cock, sucking it greedily. He saw Chacha gripping her wide hips from behind, his dirty, sweat-stained body slamming into her bare ass, thrusting deeply into her wet pussy while Javed held her down. He remembered the diary pages where she wrote about her 'primal voice,' about the wet, forbidden pleasure she felt when she let those two dirty men fuck her senseless.

Look at her, Srinu thought, his grip tightening on the phone until his knuckles turned white. She talks so sweetly, like a perfect, sanskari wife. Is she really worried about my health? Or is this all a calculated front? A neat show to keep me quiet, to make sure I never suspect the dirty whore she becomes when she is away from me?

Ganga's voice broke his thoughts.

Ganga (inquiring): Srinu? Are you listening to me?

Srinu cleared his throat to hide the tension in his voice.

Srinu (distracted): Yeah... yes, Ganga. I am listening.

Ganga insisted firmly.

Ganga (firm): You must not miss your meals ever again. Promise me. Since you missed lunch, you have to go to Priya's house for dinner tonight. I already spoke to her. She said she will prepare dinner for you. Don't say no, okay? Just go there, eat properly, and come back.

Srinu (submissive): Okay, Ganga. I will go to Priya's house tonight.

Yes, he thought, I will go. I need to talk to Priya anyway. I need to dig into Ganga's past and find out if this 'primal voice' she wrote about has a history.

Ganga's voice turned cheerful.

Ganga (cheerful): Good. Make sure you eat well. Here in the village, it is so chaotic. The wedding preparations are driving me crazy. Amma is bossing everyone around like she is the army general. Poor Nanna is just running around doing whatever she says. The whole house is full of noise.

Srinu forced a dry chuckle, trying to sound normal.

Srinu (forced): Is it?

Ganga (giggling): Yes! And the panditji came today to check the muhurtham. The moment he sat down, all the nosy relatives gathered around. You know how they are. Radha Auntie and Rekha were teasing me, asking, "Ganga, it's been so long since the marriage. When are we getting some good news? When are you going to have kids?"

She laughed softly on the phone, dismissing it as casual village teasing.

But for Srinu, the words felt like a heavy blow to the stomach.

Kids. The word echoed in his head, cold and mocking. How could they have kids when their marriage was built on a mountain of lies, betrayal, and filth? If she got pregnant, whose kid would it be? His, or one of the dirty laborers who had filled her up in Ranigunj?

The silence stretched between them, thick and awkward.

Ganga's voice was tinged with mild confusion.

Ganga (confused): Srinu? What happened? Why did you become so quiet?

Srinu rubbed his temple.

Srinu (tired): Nothing... just tired from work. You enjoy the wedding preparations. Don't worry about me. I will go to Priya's house for dinner tonight.

Ganga (warmly): Okay, Srinu. Take care of yourself. Eat well, okay? I love you.

Srinu (whispering): Yeah. Love you too.

He pulled the phone away and disconnected the call. The silence of the empty hall rushed back to swallow him.

[kk007007]

Srinu stared at his phone as the call with Ganga ended, the screen slowly turning dark. His heart felt heavy, but his mind was racing. He looked at the detective board on the wall of his office. The name 'Sundari' sat there with a giant, frustrating question mark. That line of inquiry was blocked. There was no point in getting angry or feeling defeated about it now. Ganga was right—he couldn't just sit here and waste time. He had to act. He picked up the marker, walked to the board, and marked the line next to 'Priya' as In Progress. If he couldn't get answers from the security officer, he would get them from Priya. He would find out what secrets Ganga's childhood held, no matter what.


Before leaving, Srinu went through his casual evening routines. He walked to the bathroom, splashed cold water on his face, and wiped it with a towel. He checked his reflection in the mirror, running his fingers through his hair. He walked around the empty house, switching off the hall lights and the ceiling fan. He retrieved his bike keys from the drawer, walked out, and locked the main door securely.

He mounted his motorcycle, kick-started the engine, and rode out into the cool evening air. The streets of Hyderabad were bustling, the traffic providing a dull hum that matched the noise in his own head. As he navigated the turns, his mind was entirely occupied with Priya. How was he going to get the truth out of her? She was smart, cunning, and always guarded. He couldn't just walk in and ask her. He needed leverage. He needed something so strong that she would have no choice but to spill every single secret she knew about Ganga's past.

Srinu turned down the familiar street and parked his bike a short distance from Priya's house. He switched off the engine and walked toward the gate. The house was quiet, bathed in the warm glow of the porch lights. But as he approached the front door, he stopped.

Instead of a quiet house, a strange sound caught his ear. It was a rhythmic, wet slapping noise mixed with heavy, muffled breathing. The sounds were coming from the side of the house, near the kitchen window.

Curiosity and suspicion took over. Instead of knocking on the front door, Srinu quietly stepped off the tiled pathway. He walked carefully around the side of the house, his footsteps silent on the grass. He reached the kitchen window, which was partially open to let out the cooking steam. He leaned in, watching through the gap.

What he saw inside completely froze him. His eyes went wide, and his breath hitched in his throat.

Priya was completely naked, her fair skin gleaming under the harsh kitchen bulb. She was bent forward over the marble kitchen counter, her hands gripping the edge for support, her voluptuous ass pushed out. Standing right behind her was Raju, the family's watchman. Raju's uniform trousers were bunched around his knees, and his dark, thick cock was pounding relentlessly into Priya's wet pussy. The contrast between her fair, smooth skin and the watchman's rough, dark hands gripping her hips was striking.

What shocked Srinu even more was the layout of the house. The kitchen door leading to the living room was wide open. Through the doorway, Srinu could clearly see Ashok, Priya's husband, sitting casually on the sofa, watching television. Raju and Priya were tucked just to the left of the kitchen door frame—perfectly positioned so that they were hidden from Ashok's line of sight, yet close enough that a single turn of Ashok's head could expose them.

A sudden spark of realization hit Srinu. This was it. This was the leverage he needed. If he recorded this, Priya would be completely at his mercy. She would have to tell him everything about Ganga's past just to keep him from showing the video to Ashok. He quickly pulled his smartphone from his pocket, unlocked it, and opened the camera app. He switched to video mode and pressed record.

He adjusted his position slightly, keeping himself hidden in the shadows of the window frame. He zoomed in, ensuring the camera captured every detail clearly. The lens focused on Priya's face. She looked beautiful and completely wanton. Her eyes were half-closed, rolling back in pleasure, and her lips were parted as she let out soft, needy moans. Every time Raju's hips slammed against her juicy buttocks, her breasts swayed heavily, and her face contorted in pure ecstasy. The watchman was thrusting deep, and Priya was riding every single stroke with shameless hunger.

While Srinu was focused on the recording, a movement in the corner of his eye made him freeze. Someone was walking down the hallway toward the kitchen. He glanced up, keeping the camera rolling, and saw Geetha, the housemaid, approaching the doorway.

Panic surged through Srinu. His heart hammered against his ribs. If Geetha walked in and saw them, she would scream. She would call Ashok, the whole house would explode, and his plan to blackmail Priya in private would be ruined. He held his breath, waiting for the disaster.

But to Srinu's absolute astonishment, Geetha walked right into the kitchen without even blinking. She didn't look shocked, nor did she scream. She walked around the naked Priya and the panting watchman as if they were nothing more than kitchen furniture. Geetha calmly walked to the gas stove, picked up a steel ladle, and stirred the curry cooking in the pot. She grabbed a small container of spices, sprinkled some into the dish, and went about her chores.

All the while, Raju didn't stop. He gripped Priya's hips tighter, his dark fingers digging into her soft flesh, and pumped his cock into her pussy faster and harder. The wet, smacking sounds of their bodies colliding filled the small room, completely ignored by the maid.

Srinu couldn't believe his eyes. What the hell is happening in this house? he thought, his mind reeling. Why was Geetha acting so normal? Was this a regular routine for them? Did Ashok know? Was this some sick arrangement, or was Priya just so daring that she fucked the watchman right under her husband's nose with the maid's quiet complicity?

The silence of the house was suddenly broken by Ashok's voice shouting from the living room.

Ashok (shouting): Priya! Where are you? Bring me some water!

Priya didn't answer. She couldn't. Raju was pounding her G-spot with wild, desperate thrusts, and she was in the penultimate stage of her orgasm, her body trembling, her mouth open in a silent gasp of pleasure.

Geetha looked at Priya's flushed face and immediately understood that the mistress of the house was completely lost to the pleasure. If Ashok walked in now, Priya wouldn't be able to pull herself away.

Without hesitation, Geetha called out to the living room.

Geetha (calling out): Haan saab, laayi. [Yes sir, I am bringing it.]

Geetha quickly grabbed a cold bottle of water from the refrigerator and walked out of the kitchen, leaving Priya and Raju to continue their frantic coupling.

Through the open door, Srinu watched Geetha hand the bottle to Ashok. Ashok took it, unscrewed the cap, took a long drink, and wiped his mouth.

Ashok (asking): Why did you bring the water? What is Priya doing?

Hearing this, Srinu knew for certain that Ashok was completely oblivious. The poor husband had no idea his wife was being stretched out by the watchman just yards away.

Geetha replied hesitantly, her voice slightly tense.

Geetha (hesitantly): Woh saab, madam ji bohot busy hai, woh khana bana rahi hai. [That, sir, madam is very busy, she is cooking food.]

Ashok frowned, looking around.

Ashok (frowning): Where is Raju? I haven't seen him at the gate for an hour. Where does he vanish? Chutiya saala. [Fucking asshole.]

Geetha's face tightened. She stammered, trying to find an excuse.

Geetha (tense): Woh... woh... sa... saab. [That... that... s... sir.]

Getting no clear answer from the maid, Ashok lost his patience. He stood up slightly and started shouting loudly.

Ashok (shouting): Raju! Raju!

Inside the kitchen, hearing her husband scream Raju's name sent a jolt of panic through Priya. She realized Ashok might walk towards the kitchen at any moment. She reached back, her hand frantically tapping Raju's arm and hips, trying to signal him to pull out.

But Raju was completely lost in his own trance of pleasure. His eyes were closed, sweat dripping from his forehead, and he was pumping his hard cock deep into her tight, wet pussy with mindless rhythm. He was not responding to her warnings.

Srinu, watching from the window, felt a rush of adrenaline. This is it, he thought. Game over. Ashok is going to walk in and catch his wife bent over the counter with the watchman's cock inside her.

But Priya was incredibly cunning. Seeing that Raju wouldn't stop, she took matters into her own hands. With her left leg, she reached down to the kitchen floor where her saree pallu was lying. She hooked the fabric with her foot, tossed it up into the air, and caught it with her left hand. In one swift, fluid motion, she wrapped the saree pallu around her left shoulder, covering her naked chest and neck.

She then leaned forward over the kitchen counter, sliding her head and covered shoulder out through the open kitchen doorway. From Ashok's perspective, only her head and her covered left shoulder were visible. The rest of her naked body, and Raju who was still buried deep inside her from behind, remained hidden behind the door frame.

Priya forced her voice to sound sweet and innocent, calling out to her husband.

Priya (calling out): What happened, Ashok? Why are you shouting?

Ashok stopped pacing.

Ashok (asking): Where is Raju?

Priya replied quickly.

Priya (quickly): Oh, he's with me in the kitchen.

Srinu watched in absolute shock. Priya was literally talking to her husband while the watchman was behind her, thrusting his thick cock into her. Raju was whispering in a low, lustful moan.



Raju (pleasured): Madam ji... ahaa... madam ji... ahh... [Madam... ahaa... madam... ahh...]

Raju's pace was getting faster. Every time he thrust into her, Priya's head and shoulder bobbed up and down.

Srinu couldn't believe Ashok didn't notice. From the hall, Ashok was looking right at Priya's bobbing head. The movement was a dead giveaway that she was being hard-pounded from behind, yet Ashok remained completely blind to it.

Ashok asked, sounding annoyed.

Ashok (annoyed): What the hell is Raju doing with you in the kitchen? Isn't he supposed to be at the gate to receive Srinu?

Priya replied quickly, her head and shoulder bobbing in rhythm with Raju's thrusts.

Priya (quickly): Oh, Raju is helping us in the kitchen. I planned a special meal for Srinu. Geetha and I needed extra hands around the stove.

Geetha immediately chimed in, standing near Ashok to support the lie.

Geetha (quickly): Haan saabji, Raju humari madad kar raha hai mehmaan ke liye khaas khana banane mein. [Yes sir, Raju is helping us in preparing the special food for our guest.]

Ashok turned his head to look at Geetha for a moment. Taking advantage of the split second, Priya quickly turned her head back, tapping Raju's hand sharply to get him to slow down. Srinu expected her to be furious at Raju for risking everything by fucking her so hard that her head bobbed.

But as Srinu looked closer through the camera lens, he saw a playful, naughty smile spread across Priya's face. Her eyes were glassy with lust, her cheeks flushed red. She wasn't angry at all; she was absolutely loving it. Every time the watchman's cock slid in and out of her pussy, she bit her lower lip, holding back a gasp of pure pleasure, her body trembling with excitement at the danger.



Hearing Geetha's explanation, Ashok nodded slowly. But then, he stood up from the couch and started walking directly towards the kitchen.

Priya's eyes widened in panic. She shot a desperate look at Geetha.

Geetha immediately tried to block him, asking in a panicked voice.

Geetha (in panic): Kya hua saabji, aapko kuch chahiye? [What happened sir, do you need anything?]

Ashok said calmly, continuing to walk, pointing to the wooden cabinet sitting right beside the kitchen doorway.

Ashok (calmly): Oh, I just need a file. I left it in that cupboard.

As Ashok took another step closer, the panic in the kitchen reached a fever pitch. Srinu's heart raced as he kept recording. She's caught. There's no way out of this, he thought.

To make matters worse, Raju, completely driven by his lust, reached his hand forward, grabbed Priya's heavy, naked breast, and started squeezing it. Srinu could see his dark fingers digging into her white flesh clearly.



Ashok was now only a few feet away. At this distance, the rhythmic, wet tap... tap sound of Raju's hips slamming against Priya's bare ass was loud enough to be heard. One more step and Ashok would see the watchman's hand squeezing his wife's breast.

Priya said, her voice remarkably calm despite the racing blood in her veins.

Priya (calmly): Stop, Ashok.

Ashok stopped, looking at her with a puzzled face.

Ashok (puzzled): What?

Priya said, keeping her voice steady.

Priya (steadily): The file you are looking for is not in this cupboard. While cleaning today, I moved it to the other cupboard.

Ashok frowned.

Ashok (frowning): Which cupboard?

Priya said, pointing her finger toward a cabinet on the far side of the living room, away from the kitchen.

Priya (pointing): Over there.

As Ashok turned his back to look, Priya quickly grabbed Raju's hand from her breast and shoved it down, hiding it under the folds of her saree pallu.



As Ashok walked away toward the far cupboard, completely blind to the betrayal, Srinu continued to record from the window. The angle from the side gave him a perfect view of Priya's gorgeous body. Her wide, curvy hips, her juicy, rounded buttocks, and her wet, pink pussy taking the watchman's dark cock over and over again.



Srinu felt a deep heat rising in his own body. He remembered how Priya used to try to seduce him in the past when Ganga wasn't looking. She would lean close to him, letting him smell her perfume, showing off her deep cleavage, and once she had even suggestively whispered about having a quick, dirty session in the bathroom while Ganga was busy in the kitchen.



As if her deep cleavage and softest of boobs were not enough she also had that naughty smile while showing her boobs deliberately, only the power of love for ganga had stopped him that day or else he would have fucked her that right there and then even if god himself said no. 

Srinu had resisted then, but subconsciously, he had always regretted missing out on a gorgeous woman like Priya. A dark thought crept into his mind: If I had just accepted her advances back then, it would be me bending her over this counter right now. I would be the one pounding that tight, wet pussy instead of the watchman.

Srinu subconsciously projected himself into Raju's position. He imagined his own hands gripping her hips, his own hard cock sliding deep into her warmth, hearing her moan his name. A sharp jolt of pleasure shot up his spine. His jeans grew painfully tight as his erection hardened like a rock.

Then, a wave of intense guilt washed over him. He was thinking of another woman. He was violating the sacred promise he had made to Yin and Yang. He remembered Swati, the wild encounter where he had fucked her behind the pani puri stand in Ranigunj. He remembered how he had sworn to Yin and Yang that he would never touch another woman besides Ganga. The memory flashed in his mind, making his stomach twist with self-loathing, yet his cock remained hard and throbbing.

Srinu was snapped out of his thoughts by a sudden, loud groan. It wasn't Priya. It was Raju.

Ashok was still at the far cupboard, searching through files and murmuring to himself. But inside the kitchen, Raju had completely lost control of his senses. The pleasure was too much. He didn't care about getting caught anymore. He closed his eyes and began pumping his hips with furious speed, his body trembling. His knees shook like weak twigs, and he stood almost vertically on his tiptoes, pushing every single inch of his dark cock deep into Priya's pussy.

Priya realized Raju was making too much noise. She turned her head, a naughty smile still playing on her lips, and put a finger to her mouth.

Priya (whispering): Shh... do it quietly, Raju...



But her warning went ignored. Raju pounded her relentlessly. The sheer intensity of the thrusts broke Priya's control. She couldn't hold it back anymore; she began to let out soft, helpless moans, her head tossing back in pleasure.

Ashok shouted in frustration, turning back.

Ashok (frustrated): Where did you put this file, Priya? I can't find it!

By now, Raju's cock was rubbing directly against Priya's G-spot. She was on the verge of a shattering climax, her legs shaking, her mind completely blank. She couldn't form a proper sentence. Srinu wondered how she would answer her husband now without exposing herself.



But Priya was incredibly clever. She disguised her moans as her answers, panting out words to her husband.

Priya (panting): There... ahhh... there... ahaa...

It was a double meaning. To Ashok, she was pointing to the file. To Raju, she was guiding his cock to her sweet spot.

Ashok pointed to a folder in the far cabinet.

Ashok (asking): Is this the one, Priya?

Priya nodded frantically, her body shaking as Raju gave her one hard thrust after another.

Priya (moaning): Yessss... ahhhhaaahh... YES!!!

Srinu watched, feeling a sudden surge of anger toward Ashok. How can a man be such a dumb, blind cunt? he thought. How can he not see what is happening right in front of his eyes? Her face, her shaking body, her moans—everything is so obvious!

But then, a cold, mocking voice echoed in his mind.

You were also a dumb cunt, Srinu.

Srinu froze. When? he asked himself.

The scene of Priya getting fucked in the kitchen behind her husband's back triggered a painful memory. He remembered the day he had walked in and saw the thief Ranga hugging Ganga in their kitchen.

A sickening thought sank into his chest. Did Ganga also get fucked in our kitchen while I was sitting ignorantly in the hall? Was she taking Ranga's cock while I was just yards away?

The thought made his heart sink with raw pain, but at the same time, the dirty image made his erection throb even harder against his zipper.

Raju's loud grunt broke his thoughts again. The watchman was completely gone, his brain reeled by the tight pussy. He began to speak dirty, whispering loudly in Priya's ear.

Raju (dirty whispering): Randi saali, chhinaal apne pati se baat kar rahi hai, peeche se chhidvate hue... [You fucking whore, slut, talking to your husband while getting fucked from behind...]

Srinu was shocked to hear the watchman call Priya such vulgar names. But Priya didn't get angry. She smiled naughtily, moving her hips in perfect sync with Raju's wild thrusts, enjoying the dirty talk.



Ashok was still talking about the file, but Priya was now fully consumed by the G-spot pounding. She stood on her tiptoes, her head tilted back, her eyes closed as she rode the edge of her climax. Ashok waited for her reply, but she was speechless, her body shaking with pleasure.

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Srinu looked at Ashok's face through the door. He felt a sudden pity. He had started with surprise, then anger, and now he felt a deep, sad pity for the oblivious husband.


Geetha saw that Priya was about to cum and Raju was close to his release. She knew she had to get Ashok out of the way immediately. She stepped in front of Ashok, blocking his view.

Geetha (interrupting): Saabji, chaliye main aapki madad karti hoon dhoondhne mein. [Sir, let me help you find it.]

Geetha quickly led Ashok out of the living room and into the study to find the file, giving the lovers the privacy they needed to finish.

Srinu kept the camera recording. Raju's body shuddered violently, sweat pouring off him as he thrust deep one last time and came hot and heavy inside Priya's pussy. Priya trembled, her body locking up in a powerful orgasm just as Raju filled her.

As they pulled apart, thick and creamy cum came out of her pussy.



Priya turned around to face Raju. She had a mischievous smile on her face. She placed a hand over her mouth, teasing him.

Priya (whispering): What did you do, Raju? You came inside me?



Raju grinned, pulling his trousers up.

Raju (grinning): Aise kyun bol rahi ho jaise pehli baar andar daala hai? [Why are you speaking like this, as if it is the first time I came inside?]

Priya playfully slapped his hand.

Priya (playfully): Now quickly get out of here before Ashok comes back.

Both of them started dressing themselves quickly, and Raju walked towards the kitchen's back door. Srinu quickly stopped recording the video to hide himself as Raju walked past him towards the gate. Srinu pocketed his phone firmly in his trousers, knowing that it would play a very crucial role in getting information out of Priya. Srinu came out of his hiding place and walked towards the main door, knocking as if nothing had happened.

After a few moments, the wooden door opened, and Ashok stood there with a welcoming grin.

Ashok (warmly): Arre Srinu! Come in, come in! Good to see you.

Srinu (smiling politely): Thanks Ashok. Nice to see you too.

Just as Srinu stepped inside the hallway, Priya came out from the corridor along with her maid Geetha to greet him. Priya looked noticeably flushed and breathless. Her face and neck were glistening with sweat, her saree was hastily wrapped with uneven folds clinging tight to her body, and a few messy strands of fuzzy hair hung loosely across her cheeks.

Ashok turned around, taking in his wife's disheveled and sweaty appearance.

Ashok (jokingly): Oh Priya, did you take a shower in the kitchen or what?

Priya's eyes widened slightly in surprise, but she quickly forced a laugh and playfully slapped Ashok's shoulder. Geetha stood slightly behind her, giggling along.

Priya (playfully laughing): Ashok, you and your bad jokes! How can someone take a shower in the kitchen?

Srinu looked straight into Priya's sweaty face, his gaze dripping with mischievous double meaning.

Srinu (smirking coolly): Yeah, you should be naked for that.

The laughter instantly died in Priya's throat. Her hand froze mid-air, and her eyes locked onto Srinu in total shock. Geetha also stopped laughing on the spot, her eyes darting back and forth between Srinu and Priya with a confused, stunned look.

Ashok, completely oblivious to the dirty hidden meaning, burst into loud laughter and slapped Srinu on the back.

Ashok (bursting out laughing): Haha! Wow, great joke! Absolutely right, Srinu!

Srinu joined him with a light chuckle, watching Priya's pale face carefully.

Priya and Geetha exchanged a quick, nervous glance, both of them wondering if Srinu was talking about Priya actually being naked in the kitchen just moments ago. Priya swallowed hard and forced a weak smile to cover up her panic.

Priya (nervously laughing): You both have very bad sense of humor... You will be great friends. Now let's go, dinner is ready.

They all walked into the dining area and took their seats around the table. Geetha began serving hot dishes from the steaming bowls onto their plates.

Geetha (serving curry): Ji saab, garam-garam khaye. [Yes sir, eat while it is hot.]

As they began eating, they exchanged casual household talk, but Srinu kept his focus fixed on Priya. He leaned forward slightly, fishing for her reaction.

Srinu (pointing to a dish): Oh, the food is so good Priya. What is this dish called?

Priya, unaware of the trap Srinu was setting, smiled proudly and answered with naive excitement.

Priya (excitedly): Oh, that is called 'roti pachadi'! You know, it takes a lot of effort... You have to manually pound it on a stone, you can't just use the grinder.

Ashok chuckled, looking across at his wife.

Ashok (teasingly): Oh, that is why you are such a mess!

Priya seized the opportunity immediately, trying to cement her earlier cover-up about why Raju the watchman was in the kitchen with her.

Priya (quickly lying): Now you understand Ashok why Raju was in the kitchen? He was helping me with this pounding on the stone.

Geetha quickly stepped in from behind the dining chairs to support her mistress's lie.

Geetha (nodding eagerly): Ha saab! Raju bhai bohot mehnat se sil-batte par pees rahe the! Madam akeli nahi kar sakti thi! [Yes sir! Raju brother was pounding on the stone slab with great effort! Madam could not do it alone!]

Srinu leaned back in his chair, a sharp, cunning smile spreading across his face as he delivered his punchline.

Srinu (meaningfully): Oh... Raju must have pounded very well from behind to satisfy you.

An instant, heavy silence fell over the dinner table. Priya's spoon froze halfway to her mouth. Ashok and Geetha both looked at Srinu with utterly puzzled and awkward expressions.

Seeing their reactions, Srinu smoothly feigned an innocent realization and corrected himself.

Srinu (pretending to correct himself): Ohh! I meant to say... to satisfy your cooking standards, of course.

Priya's breath hitched, her fingers trembling against her fork. Srinu did not stop there; he kept probing her with double meanings, enjoying the cat-and-mouse game.

After finishing the main course, Ashok wiped his mouth with a napkin and smiled cheerfully.

Ashok (excitedly): Oh Srinu, do you like dessert?

Srinu's eyes glinted with mischievous threat.

Srinu (grinning deviously): Yes Ashok, I would love to have some... especially the one which Raju said he gave to Priya.

Priya and Geetha exchanged terrified looks. Ashok turned to Priya, his forehead creasing in confusion.

Ashok (puzzled): What dessert did Raju give? Why didn't you tell me that Raju gave you some special dessert?

Priya forced a high-pitched, desperate laugh, her heart pounding against her ribs.

Priya (stuttering nervously): Ashok... I don't know what Srinu is talking about! Raju didn't give me any special dessert... I don't remember anything like that.

Geetha (hastily adding): Ha saab, Raju bhai ne aisa koi dessert nahi diya! [Yes sir, Raju brother did not give any such dessert!]

Priya turned her head toward Srinu, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and angry confusion.

Priya (tense and trembling): What dessert are you talking about, Srinu?

Srinu leaned in across the table, his voice carrying a dark, devious weight.

Srinu (deviously): Oh... Raju just told me at the gate that he left a white and creamy dessert inside you... I mean inside your kitchen.

The statement hit the table like a thunderbolt. Priya's face went completely pale, and Geetha gasped silently behind her. Both women were completely shattered inside—there was no doubt now that Srinu had watched Raju fuck Priya right in the kitchen. By dessert he meant the creampie in Priya's pussy.

Ashok, still missing the dirty truth, looked between Priya and Srinu with deep confusion.

Ashok (confused): What is this white and creamy dessert in our kitchen Priya?

Priya's throat locked up completely. She opened her mouth, but only breathless stutters came out.

Priya (stuttering helplessly): I... Ashok... it's...

Geetha desperately jumped in to rescue her mistress once again.

Geetha (interjecting hastily): Arre saab! Woh dessert jo Raju bhai bol rahe the, woh unke gaon se aaya tha aur kal raat hi khatam ho gaya! [Oh sir! That dessert Raju brother was talking about came from his village and was finished last night itself!]

Priya nodded her head frantically in agreement, swallowing hard. Before Ashok could ask any further questions, his mobile phone rang loudly from his pocket. He checked the screen and stood up from the table.

Ashok (excusing himself): Sorry guys, I have to take this call. Carry on.

As soon as Ashok walked out of the room to answer his phone, Priya turned on Srinu with low, fiery anger.

Priya (angrily whispering): Stop your games Srinu! I know you saw everything... What do you want?

Srinu (coldly): I want to talk to you privately. Right now.

Priya (whispering hastily): Fine. Meet me in the study room after dinner. Make an excuse to Ashok.

A short while later, they moved to the study room under the pretext of looking for a novel that Srinu wanted to borrow. The room was quiet, lined with dark wooden bookshelves, with a large reading table sitting right in the center.

Srinu stood on one side of the heavy wooden reading table. Priya stood directly opposite him on the other side, her heart thumping.

Srinu (coldly threatening): I saw everything through the kitchen window, Priya. I saw Raju pounding you from behind while you held onto the counter, I have recorded everything on my phone. If you don't tell me all of Ganga's childhood secrets right now, I will walk out there and tell Ashok everything.

Instead of breaking down in fear, Priya's expression shifted. A slow, mischievous smirk spread across her wet lips. She began moving slowly around the side of the reading table, stepping closer to him while her eyes burned with seductive mischief.







Priya had walked all the way to Srinu's side of the table. She was standing right next to him, facing him directly with a wicked, teasing grin.



Priya (teasing seductively winking): Did you like the show, Srinu? Did watching me get fucked turn you on so much? Will you go home tonight and masturbate to the video you recorded on your phone?







Srinu's breath caught in his throat as Priya deliberately let her saree pallu slip down off her shoulder. Her heavy cleavage spilled out over the tight cut of her blouse, rising and falling with her heavy breaths. She bit her lower lip, eyeing his crotch boldly.







Priya (biting lower lip teasingly): You don't need to stare at a phone screen, Srinu... Why watch a video when you can have me right here, right now?







Srinu felt a sudden, violent surge of lust hit his chest, his cock throbbing hard inside his trousers. But he gripped the edge of the wooden table and forced himself to stay in control.



Srinu (raging with lust, sternly): Stop trying to seduce me! Tell me about Ganga's childhood, or I am calling Ashok right this second!



Priya tilted her head back, laughing softly and daring him with her eyes.



Priya (daringly): Go ahead... Call him!



Srinu turned toward the door and shouted out loud.



Srinu (calling out): Ashok! Ashok!



Footsteps sounded outside, and Ashok walked into the study room. He stood at the opposite side of the reading table, looking across at both Priya and Srinu standing side-by-side.



Ashok (smiling): Hey Srinu, did you find that novel?



Srinu froze, looking completely blankly at Ashok for a few seconds. The sudden appearance of Ashok combined with Priya's seductive proximity made him forget his cover story entirely.



Srinu (stuttering nervously): Uh... yeah! Yeah, found it.



Srinu quickly grabbed a random hardcover book from the table shelf. Priya let out a soft, delighted giggle at Srinu's awkward struggle.



Ashok (grinning): Great! Let's head out then.



Ashok turned around and was about to walk out of the study room.



Srinu (calling out urgently): Wait Ashok! I want to tell you something!



Ashok stopped in his tracks and turned around, looking puzzled.



Ashok (asking): What is it, Srinu?



Srinu hesitated for a second, looking at Priya. Priya gave Srinu a daring, playful look and egged him on.



Priya (egging him on): Go ahead, Srinu. Tell him.







Srinu took a deep breath, decided to drop the bomb, and opened his mouth to reveal everything to Ashok.



Srinu (opening his mouth): Ashok, the truth is—

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Before another word could leave Srinu's mouth, Priya did something he could never have imagined.


While standing right beside him, Priya reached her right hand down across his waist and slammed her palm directly over his hard, throbbing cock through his trousers.



The sudden, firm pressure on his erection sent a shockwave straight up Srinu's spine. His eyes widened in utter disbelief, his jaw remaining open but his voice completely paralyzing. He couldn't produce a single syllable.

Because the solid wooden reading table was standing between them and Ashok, Ashok's view from the waist down was completely blocked.

Ashok looked at Srinu with growing confusion, seeing Srinu standing there with his mouth wide open in silence.

Ashok (puzzled): What Srinu? Say something! What did you want to tell me?

Priya began slowly squeezing and massaging Srinu's hard cock through the fabric of his trousers. She turned her head toward Srinu and flashed him a wicked, naughty smile.

Srinu's heart hammered furiously. He tried to force his voice back and open his mouth again to speak.

Priya acted even more boldly. Before he could make a sound, her slim fingers unzipped his trousers with a quick slide. She reached her bare hand inside his unzipped pants and slipped beneath his underwear, grabbing his naked, hot penis directly into her warm palm.



The sensation of her bare skin wrapping around his hard penis completely knocked the wind out of Srinu's sails. Priya's fingers closed tightly around his shaft, starting slow, rhythmic strokes up and down.

Srinu tried to speak, but instead of words, a deep, helpless groan slipped from his throat.

Srinu (groaning softly): Nnnngh...

Srinu stared at Priya with wide, desperate eyes, silently begging her to stop. But Priya smiled at him naughtily, her hand stroking his bare cock faster and tighter beneath his pants.






The intense pleasure was too much for Srinu to stand straight. His knees buckled slightly, and he had to bend forward over the reading table, leaning his hands heavy on the wooden surface to support himself.

Ashok, still waiting obliviously across the table, tilted his head.

Ashok (confused): Srinu? Are you okay? I couldn't understand what you said.

Srinu could only stare back at Ashok with strained, glazed eyes, his body trembling from Priya's ruthless handjob.

Priya, keeping her naughty smile intact, jumped to his rescue without stopping her hand movements for a single second.

Priya (covering smoothly while jerking him off): Oh nothing Ashok! He just wanted to thank us for hosting such a good dinner!

Ashok broke into a wide, warm smile.

Ashok (warmly): Arre, any time Srinu! Priya and Ganga are best friends, which makes us best friends too. You can come anytime, you're always welcome!

With a friendly wave, Ashok turned around and walked out of the study room, leaving Srinu and Priya alone once again.

The moment the door closed, Srinu remained bent over the reading table, his eyes closed tight as he groaned softly under the relentless friction of Priya's hand.

Srinu (panting and groaning): Aaah... nhhh...

Trying desperately to regain control, Srinu reached down with his hand and tried to push Priya's wrist away from his pants. But Priya held on even tighter, wrapping her fingers firm around his throbbing shaft and jerking him off faster and harder.

Priya leaned her lips right against Srinu's ear, her warm, sweet breath tickling his neck.



Priya (whispering into his ear): Listen to me, Srinu... You don't have to blackmail me to know about Ganga's childhood... I will tell you everything. In return, you have to delete that video and never mention a single word of this to Ashok... Do you agree to this deal? She bit his ear before withdrawing away from him



Srinu's mind was reeling from the intense pleasure of her handjob, his hips twitching helplessly under her grip.

Srinu (panting desperately): OK... OK! I agree! Just... let go of my penis now!

Priya gave his cock one final, firm squeeze before releasing her grip. She pulled her wet hand out from inside his trousers and casually wiped her messy palm on her saree pallu.

Srinu slowly pulled himself upright, his breath coming in heavy ragged gasps as he quickly pulled up his underwear and zipped up his trousers.

Priya leaned close to his ear one last time, her voice low and commanding.

Priya (whispering softly): Put your pants up and go home silently. We will talk tomorrow over lunch.

After Srinu finished adjusting his belt and clothes, they both stepped out of the study room together. Ashok met them near the main entrance with a warm goodbye.

Ashok (smiling): Goodnight Srinu! Come tomorrow for lunch, okay? We'll have a great time.

Priya (smiling sweetly): Yes Srinu, do come tomorrow for lunch.

Srinu (forcing a polite smile): Thanks Ashok. Goodnight Priya.

Srinu walked out of the house, stepped onto his bike, and kicked the engine to life. As he rode through the cool night air back home, his mind was spinning with the feeling of Priya's tight handjob and the deal they had just struck.

Srinu parked his motorcycle in the porch, turning off the ignition. The engine sputtered and died, leaving him in the cold, quiet night. He stepped off the bike, unlocked the front door, and walked inside. The house smelled faintly of jasmine and dust—empty, cold, and echoing without Ganga. He pushed the heavy wooden door shut until it clicked locked.



He leaned his back against the hallway wall, closing his eyes as his chest heaved. The feeling of Priya's fingers slick with sweat, squeezing and stroking his erection under the study room table while Ashok stood just feet away, was still burning in his veins.



What a dangerous, cunning woman, Srinu thought, his heart thumping hard against his ribs. She grabbed my bare cock right in front of her husband just to force me to stay quiet. But she accepted the deal. Tomorrow over lunch, she will tell me all of Ganga's childhood secrets. I will finally find out if this 'primal voice' Ganga wrote about in her diary has a long history.



Taking a deep breath, Srinu pushed himself off the wall and walked into his home office room—his private investigation center. He didn't turn on the main light, letting the dim yellow glow from the hallway cast long, sharp shadows across the room. He stepped up to his detective board mounted on the wall.



He stared at the whiteboard. His eyes landed on the section marked Priya.



He picked up a black marker, uncapped it with his teeth, and firmly wrote IN PROGRESS in bold, heavy letters right next to Priya's name.



Priya is locked in now, he thought, staring at the fresh black ink. She has no choice. She wants that dirty video deleted from my phone, so she will spill everything. Tomorrow at lunch, the first real piece of Ganga's hidden past will fall into place.



Next, his marker moved across the board to the section labeled Ranigunj / Adda. He uncapped a red marker and drew a sharp, thick line connecting the Ranigunj location to Swati.



Priya can tell me about Ganga's past, but Swathi holds the key to her present, Srinu reasoned, his grip tightening on the marker. Swathi lives right in the heart of Ranigunj. She knows every slum alley, every local rumor, and every dirty secret of that area. She already knew about Ganga's street title there. If anyone can lead me to the secret 'adda' where Ganga goes, it's Swathi. I must visit Swati ASAP to locate that adda. Once she pinpoints the location, I will go there myself and see the truth with my own eyes.



Finally, Srinu's gaze shifted to the top of the board—the line marked Sundari.



Next to Sundari's name, the words IN PROGRESS had been wiped away earlier, replaced by a large, dark ? (Question Mark) and marked BLOCKED. A heavy, bitter knot of frustration formed in his stomach.



He stared at the big black question mark, his fists clenching at his sides.



Sundari gave me that clean, heroic spy story just to pacify me and stop me from digging, he thought bitterly, his jaw tightening. She claims Ganga went to Ranigunj to avenge me, acting as an undercover asset. But what about those missing three weeks? The three long weeks when I lay unconscious in a hospital coma... What really happened during those three weeks?



The memory of the torn diary pages flashed across his mind like a burn.



The diary pages from those three weeks were completely ripped out, Srinu thought, frustration clawing at his chest. What was Ganga really doing while I was fighting for my life in that bed? And what was Sundari doing to her in that locked hospital room? Sundari's line is a blocked dead end. How am I ever going to get answers about what happened in those missing three weeks?



As Srinu stood frozen in front of the board, lost in the black hole of those missing three weeks...



BUZZ... BUZZ... BUZZ...



The sudden, violent vibration of his mobile phone shattered the silence of the dark room.



Srinu twitched, startled. He reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out his smartphone. The bright LED screen lit up the room, displaying a high-priority push notification:



NEW MESSAGE RECEIVED

Sender: Unknown Number (+91 98490 XXXXX)

Time: 11:42 PM



Srinu frowned, his thumb hovering over the glowing glass screen. An unknown number? At this time of the night?



He swiped his thumb across the screen, unlocking the phone, and opened the message app.



The screen loaded a text message along with a media attachment preview:



UNKNOWN SENDER:

"Look at your wife's true face."



ATTACHMENT: 1 VIDEO FILE - TAP TO PLAY



Srinu's heart stopped. A cold wave of dread rushed from his chest straight to his fingertips. His breath hitched in his throat.



With a trembling thumb, he tapped on the video thumbnail to load the preview frame.



The screen rendered a clear, high-definition video frame taken inside a dimly lit room. There, frozen on his phone screen, was Ganga.


Srinu's hands trembled violently. His eyes went wide in utter horror and shock, his breath paralyzed as the video thumbnail began to play.

[Abhi T]

Great come back bro but please give update regularly please please

[ananth1986]

Super updates for your RETURN.
What is in the video.
Waiting for you

[Ayush01111]

Bro i want if ganga is wrong and she is wrong let make him slut and shrinu should desrve new life not cuck nor submissve nor love struk ant

[Sasuke22]

Super bro.. suspense lo petnav