Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

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Nightmares do come true

In the dead of night, a thick blanket of midnight fog descended upon the deserted building, cloaking its abandoned corridors and walls in an eerie haze. The silence that enveloped the surroundings was almost palpable, broken only by the rhythmic chirping of male crickets, their calls echoing through the stillness as they sought to attract their mates.


Amidst the darkness, a solitary leaky tap dripped incessantly, the steady rhythm of water droplets hitting the cold, hard ground echoing off the walls of the desolate building. Beside it lay the motionless form of Srinu, his unconscious body a silent testament to the events that had unfolded within these walls.

The fog curled and twisted around the building like ghostly fingers, casting eerie shadows upon its crumbling facade. In the silence of the night, the building seemed to come alive with a sense of foreboding, its dilapidated structure a haunting reminder of the mysteries that lay hidden within its depths.

As Srinu slowly regained consciousness, he was met with a surge of pain that radiated throughout his body, his head throbbing with an intensity that threatened to overwhelm him. With great effort, he forced his heavy eyelids open, his vision blurred and hazy as he struggled to focus.

Beside him, the leaky tap dripped incessantly, its monotonous rhythm echoing in the dimly lit room. With a grim determination, Srinu dragged himself towards the source of the sound, his movements slow and labored as he fought against the waves of dizziness that threatened to engulf him.

Reaching out with trembling hands, he turned the tap, and water began to cascade down in a steady stream. With a sigh of relief, Srinu lowered his head beneath the flow, allowing the cool water to wash over him, soothing the pounding ache in his skull.

As he closed his eyes against the pain, he became acutely aware of the blood mingling with the water, staining it crimson as it streamed down his face. Despite the agony that coursed through his veins, Srinu found a strange sense of solace in the simple act of allowing the water to wash away the evidence of his ordeal.

For a fleeting moment, he allowed himself to succumb to the numbing embrace of the water, letting it carry him away from the pain and confusion that had plagued him since he regained consciousness. And as he surrendered to the darkness that threatened to engulf him once more, he clung to the hope that somewhere, amidst the chaos and despair, there was a glimmer of light waiting to guide him home.

As the cool water washed over him, Srinu's senses slowly began to return, the throbbing pain in his head gradually subsiding as clarity replaced the fog of unconsciousness. With each passing moment, his thoughts began to coalesce, piecing together the fragmented memories that had eluded him until now.

In the dim light of the room, Srinu's mind raced, grappling with the unsettling realization of his predicament. How had he ended up in this forsaken building, alone and injured? What chain of events had led him to this point, to this moment of confusion and despair?

And then, like a bolt from the blue, it hit him – the memories flooded back with a startling clarity, each moment etched into his mind like a vivid snapshot. The chance encounter with Javed and ChaCha at the theater, the escalating tension, the fear and uncertainty that had gripped him as he watched Ganga being dragged away against her will.

The realization sent a shiver down his spine, the enormity of the situation weighing heavily upon him. He had been ambushed.

With a sinking feeling in his heart, Srinu knew that he couldn't afford to dwell on these questions for long. Time was of the essence, and he needed to find a way out of this nightmare before it was too late.

Pushing aside the remnants of pain and confusion, Srinu summoned every ounce of strength within him, his resolve unwavering as he prepared to face whatever lay ahead. Armed with determination and a newfound sense of purpose, he rose to his feet.

As Srinu's eyes flicked to his watch, the realization dawned upon him like a heavy fog descending upon a desolate landscape. An hour had passed since the terrifying ordeal that had torn him and Ganga apart, leaving him stranded in a world of uncertainty.

His heart hammered in his chest as he cast a frantic gaze around the dimly lit surroundings, searching desperately for any sign of his beloved wife. But the empty silence that enveloped him offered no solace, no reassurance that she was safe.

Panic gnawed at the edges of his consciousness as he called out her name, the sound of his own voice echoing hollowly through the deserted corridors. But there was no response, no hint of Ganga's familiar voice to guide him through the darkness.

Fear gripped him like a vice as he grappled with the overwhelming sense of helplessness that threatened to consume him. Each passing moment felt like an eternity, stretching out into an endless abyss of uncertainty.

Srinu's heart sank as he fumbled through his pockets, his fingers grasping desperately for the familiar shape of his phone. With each passing moment, his sense of urgency grew, his mind racing with thoughts of contacting the authorities to aid in the search for Ganga.

But as his hand closed around the broken device, his hopes were dashed against the jagged edges of shattered glass. The screen lay cracked and lifeless, a cruel testament to the violence that had torn him from his bike and left him sprawled on the ground.

A surge of frustration and despair washed over him as he stared down at the broken phone, its once vibrant screen now a fractured mosaic of shattered dreams. In that moment, the weight of his helplessness bore down upon him, threatening to crush him beneath its suffocating embrace.

With a heavy heart, Srinu realized that his lifeline to the outside world had been severed, leaving him stranded in a world of uncertainty and fear. The thought of facing this ordeal alone, without the means to call for help, filled him with a profound sense of dread.

But even in the face of overwhelming odds, Srinu refused to surrender to despair. Drawing upon reserves of inner strength, he resolved to press on, driven by a fierce determination to find Ganga and bring her to safety, no matter the cost.

Leaving the broken phone behind, Srinu set off into the night, his footsteps echoing through the empty streets as he embarked on a perilous journey into the unknown. With every step, he vowed to persevere, guided by the unwavering hope of reuniting with his beloved wife once more.

As Srinu scoured the ground floor, his footsteps echoed off the cold, tiled floors, each room offering little solace in his desperate quest. He checked every corner, every shadow, his heart sinking with each empty space he encountered. Yet, he refused to give in to the encroaching despair, pushing himself onward in his relentless pursuit of Ganga.

Moving to the first floor, Srinu's search continued, the dim light filtering in through grimy windows casting long shadows across the hallway. Room by room, he ventured, his hope dwindling with each vacant chamber he encountered. Yet, he persisted, driven by an unwavering determination to find his wife, no matter the cost.

With each floor he traversed, the weight of uncertainty bore down upon him, threatening to crush his spirit beneath its suffocating grip. Yet, Srinu pressed on, fueled by a fierce resolve that burned bright within his chest. For he knew that as long as there was breath in his body, he would never cease in his quest to bring Ganga back to safety, to the warmth of their home, where they belonged together.

Srinu stood at the threshold of the second floor, his chest heaving with exertion as he caught his breath. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, his body tense with anticipation as he surveyed the corridor stretching out before him. The dim light filtering through the windows cast long shadows across the corridor, adding to the eerie atmosphere of the deserted building. faced with the daunting choice of which direction to take. To his left and right, rows of closed doors lined the walls, shrouded in darkness and uncertainty.

After a moment of deliberation, Srinu made a split-second decision and turned to his left, his footsteps echoing off the walls as he strode purposefully down the corridor. Suddenly, from behind him, there came the sharp sound of a door slamming shut with a resounding thud. Srinu's senses heightened, his body tensing as he whipped around to face the source of the noise.
In the dim light filtering through the dusty windows, Srinu strained to discern any movement in the hallway behind him. But all he saw was the empty corridor stretching out before him, bathed in shadows.

His heart racing, Srinu hesitated for a moment, torn between investigating the closed door and continuing his search for Ganga. He decided to investigate the closed door. As Srinu stood before the closed door, contemplating his next move, he was suddenly jolted by a series of noises emanating from downstairs. The sounds, faint but distinct, drew his attention away from the closed door, sparking a new sense of urgency within him.

For a brief moment, he entertained the thought that perhaps the wind had caused the door to slam shut, dismissing the idea that it could be anything more sinister. Yet, deep down, a gnawing sense of unease persisted, urging him to investigate the source of the disturbance.
A sense of urgency washed over Srinu as he realized that investigating the noise downstairs took precedence over exploring the closed room before him. With a quick glance around, he made a split-second decision to leave the closed door behind and descend the stairs to confront the source of the disturbance.
As Srinu hurriedly made his way downstairs, his focus solely fixed on reaching the ground floor, fate intervened cruelly. In his haste, he missed a step, his foot slipping on the worn surface of the staircase. With a startled gasp, he lost his balance, tumbling down the remaining stairs in a chaotic whirlwind of limbs and despair.

The impact as he hit the wall echoed through the building, a sickening thud that reverberated in his skull. The pain was excruciating, a sharp jolt that seared through his senses and left him reeling. Memories of the previous blow he had endured at the hands of ChaCha flooded his mind, intensifying his anguish.

For a fleeting moment, Srinu fought to maintain consciousness, his mind a maelstrom of fear and confusion. He could feel the darkness closing in around him, tendrils of unconsciousness creeping insidiously into his awareness. Desperation clawed at his heart as he pleaded silently for reprieve, for a chance to overcome the darkness that threatened to consume him.

But despite his fervent prayers, there was no salvation to be found. The world dissolved into blackness once more as Srinu succumbed to the relentless grip of unconsciousness, his body slumping against the unforgiving wall in a silent testament to his defeat.