Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

[Manwithlove]

Third eye of 'Imagination'

Yang: "This is the only proof you will ever need."

 
Srinu, bewildered and struggling to grasp the situation, took a deep breath and asked, "What is this Third Eye of Imagination? How am I able to see back in time to when the attack happened? How am I able to see inside the room when I was unconscious?"
Yang's fiery demeanor softened slightly as he prepared to explain. "This is all the power of the Third Eye of Imagination. Through it, you can see anything, anywhere. You can even travel through time to the past or the future. You unlocked this ability because of your pure love and affection for your wife. When you were ready to take your own life instead of hers."
 
Srinu: "But how is that possible?"
 
Yang: "Your willingness to sacrifice yourself out of love for Ganga was the key. That selfless act triggered a deep, hidden potential within you. Yin and I, who are alter egos of yourself, living inside you, came to rescue you and show you the path. We couldn't let you take your own life."
 
Yang nodded. "Yes, we are. Yin represents your calm, rational side, while I embody your passion and anger. Together, we balance your emotions and thoughts. When you reached that breaking point, we had to intervene."
 
As Srinu grappled with the concept of the Third Eye of Imagination, his mind raced with a whirlwind of questions and doubts. How could something as intangible as imagination hold the key to unlocking the truth? And what did it mean for him to bear witness to events that transcended the boundaries of reality?
 
Srinu peered through the lens of his mind's eye, the scene unfolded before him with vivid clarity. Javed and Chacha, their faces contorted with malice, seized hold of Ganga and dragged her with cruel determination towards the yawning threshold of the room.
 
Javed and Chacha dragged Ganga into the room. Their grip was tight around her arms, pulling her along like a puppet on strings. She tried to resist them, struggling and screaming for help, but they were too strong for her. They didn’t even notice the pain they caused when their rough hands left bruises on her soft skin.
 
“Let go of me! Let me go home!” Ganga cried out desperately as they forced her into the room, slamming the door shut behind them. “Please don’t do this! I have a family waiting for me!”
Javed grabbed her from behind and threw her onto the floor, causing her to fall face first onto the cold, hard surface. In the process, her saree's pallu came undone, revealing her cleavage. Javed and Chacha couldn’t take their eyes off it. They licked their lips hungrily, salivating at the sight of her naked flesh.
 
Ganga quickly tried to adjust her pallu back over her chest, but before she could, Chacha couldn’t hold back any longer. He rushed forward and picked her up from the floor, holding her tightly in front of him. With one hand grasping her hair and the other wrapped around her waist, he began to slowly grind his pelvis against her ass, rubbing his dick against her cheeks.
 
“Mmmm,” he moaned softly, his breath hot against her ear. “You taste so good already, my little slut. You know you want this, don’t you?”
 
Javed heard Chacha calling Ganga a slut and felt a surge of anger. "Leave her alone! How dare you call her that? She's a high-class woman, not some lowly slut! You have no manners! Leave her to me. I'll show you how to treat a lady like her properly."
 
Chacha released her from his grip and stepped back.
 
Javed turned to face her, his eyes filled with remorse. "I'm sorry about that," he said, shaking his head. "Chacha has been acting strange lately, ever since we moved here. I should have kept him away from you. Please forgive us for what happened."
 
Ganga stared at him blankly, still dazed from the assault. "Can you please just let me go? He needs me. I must take him to the hospital."
 
Javed replied, "Oh about your husband. He is unconscious, Chacha hit him so hard, he went to sleep right away." Saying this both of them laughed together looking at each other. Listening to this Ganga started scolding them while crying for her husband Srinu. "He is not dead, but he is badly hurt."
 
"Please don't cry, Madam. We just wanted to make sure you didn't get lost on our way back." Javed replied. Ganga responded, "Please let me go. I will give you all the money and jewelry you want, just let me go."
 
Javed smirked and said, "Money and jewels? What do we need those for? You think we would steal from someone like you? No, we just wanted to see what a real high-class woman looks like. And now we know."
 
Ganga was confused and asked, "What does that mean?" Javed answered, "It means you look beautiful, even after being dragged through the mud
 
If we wanted money, we could rob the rich old folks. Easy money, there are so many families like that in this city." Ganga replied, "If you don't want money, then what the hell do you want?" Javed grinned and said, "We just wanted to see what a real high-class woman looks like. And now we know."
You see, Madam, we are third-class labourers. The women we get to have in our life are all low-class, ugly women. Even in our wildest dreams, we can't imagine touching a woman like you."
 
Javed gazed at her with desire, his voice dripping with lust. "Look at your beautiful curves, your perfect breasts, your smooth thighs, and your round bottom. You're a goddess, and I'd be honoured to worship you."
 
Ganga felt a shiver run down her spine at the thought of being worshipped by such men. She knew it was wrong, but part of her enjoyed the attention.
 
Javed continued, "So, Madam, if you can bless us with one night..." Ganga gave him an angry look, understanding exactly what he meant. Javed saw her reaction and nodded, knowing he wouldn't get anything from her tonight.
 
Ganga replied with disgust, "How can you ask that? I'm like your sister." Javed joked, "If you were my sister, I would have married you." Both Chacha and Javed burst out laughing at the comment. Ganga glared at them.
 
Realizing her situation, Ganga pleaded, "Please let me go. I'm a married woman. I can't do what you asked me to do." Javed thought for a moment before speaking again. "OK, Madam, asking you to sleep with us is a bit too much for you. I know that. But there is one more way." Ganga responded eagerly, "What is that? Please tell me. I will do it."
 
Javed explained, "You see, Madam, the prostitutes we sleep with won't let us kiss them on their lips. So, Madam, if a Goddess like you let us kiss you...we will be blessed." Ganga lowered her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. Javed noticed her change in attitude and encouraged her, "It's just a kiss, Madam. Then you can go to your husband."
 
Ganga went blank and didn't know how to respond to his proposal. chacha said, "Come on madam, it's nothing bad. Just a small favor for us". Javed added "Yes, and if you do it, you can leave immediately.". chacha added "and also we will return your husband to you". Ganga looked at them with tears in her eyes.
 
As Ganga pondered the thought of kissing a stranger, Javed slowly approached her.
 
Javed: softly "It's just a kiss, madam. Nothing more. Then you can go to your husband."
 
Ganga: looking up, her eyes filled with tears, still unable to speak
 
Javed: closing the distance between them, speaking gently "Please, madam. We won't harm you. Just a kiss."
 
Ganga: taking a deep breath, still trembling "Just a kiss?"
 
Javed: nodding "Just a kiss."
 
Ganga: hesitates, her mind racing, feeling trapped but desperate to return to Srinu
 
Javed: reaches out, gently touching her arm "You can trust me, madam. Just one kiss, and you’re free to go."
As Javed touched her arm, Ganga immediately backed away, hitting the wall behind her.
 
Ganga: frantically "Don't touch me! Please... don't touch me."
 
Javed: raising his hands, trying to calm her "Alright, alright. I won't touch you."
 
Ganga: breathing heavily, tears streaming down her face "Please, just let me go to my husband."
 
Javed: taking a step back "I understand you're scared, madam. But remember, it's just a kiss. One kiss, and then you're free."
 
Ganga: looking around, feeling trapped "Why are you doing this? I beg you, let me go."
 
Javed: sighing "We can't, madam. But we can make this easier for you. Just one kiss, and then you can go."
 
Ganga: slowly sinking to the floor, her body trembling "Please... I don't know if I can do this."
 
Javed: standing still, watching her "Take your time, madam. We won't force you. But remember, this is the only way."
 
Ganga: sobbing quietly, trying to gather herself
 
Javed: "Madam, please stop crying. We won't harm you."
 
Ganga: still sobbing, sitting on the floor "Why are you doing this to us? Please, just let us go."
 
Javed: sighing, kneeling down to her level "We don't want to hurt you, madam. But if you keep refusing our proposal, I can't guarantee the safety of your husband."
 
Ganga: shocked, abruptly stopping her sobbing, staring at Javed with anger "How dare you threaten my husband?"
 
Javed: giving her a slight smile "I'm just stating the reality, madam."
 
Javed reaches out, gently holding her shoulders, and stands her up.
 
Ganga: with a mix of anger and fear in her eyes "You're a monster."
 
Javed: softly, almost soothingly "Think of it as a small price to pay for his safety. Now, let's get this over with."
 
Ganga: clenching her fists, trying to control her rage "Fine. But remember, this will haunt you."
 
Javed: smiling, ignoring her threat "It’s just a kiss, madam. Then you can go to your husband. No more harm will come to either of you."
 
Ganga: taking a deep breath, preparing herself "Alright... just one kiss."
 
Javed: nods, stepping closer "Thank you, madam. It will be quick."
 
Javed leans in, ready to kiss her, while Ganga closes her eyes, bracing herself for the inevitable.
 
Ganga: clenching her whole body, pressing her back firmly against the wall, feeling the warmth of Javed's breath inching closer and closer to her lips
 
Her instincts kick in, and she pulls her lips tightly inside her mouth like a tortoise retreating into its shell.
 
Javed: pauses, noticing her resistance, his breath hot against her face "Madam, please... just relax. It's only a kiss."
 
Ganga: shaking her head slightly, her eyes squeezed shut, muttering through clenched lips "I can't... I can't do this."
 
Javed: with a frustrated sigh, stepping back slightly but still holding her shoulders "Madam, you have to understand. If you don't do this, your husband—"
 
Ganga: cutting him off, her voice trembling but firm "I'll do it. Just... give me a moment."
 
She takes a few deep breaths, trying to steady herself, but her body remains tense, her lips still pulled inward.
 
Javed: watching her struggle, his patience wearing thin "Come on, madam. It’s just a kiss. Then you can go back to him."
 
Ganga: slowly opening her eyes, looking at him with a mixture of fear and defiance "Fine. But if you ever touch me again... you'll regret it."
 
She reluctantly relaxes her lips, bracing herself for the kiss, as Javed moves in once more, their faces just inches apart.
 
Finally, Javed's dream came true. His lips touched hers, and he was overwhelmed by the softness and moisture of her lips. It was a stark contrast to the rough, chapped lips of the prostitutes he had kissed all his life. The moment felt surreal to him, almost like a forbidden fruit he had finally tasted.
 
Ganga: standing still, her body rigid, her eyes shut tightly, a tear slipping down her cheek
 
Javed: lost in the sensation, his hands trembling slightly on her shoulders "So soft... so different..."
 
Ganga's lips had a delicate, velvety texture, and they felt almost like silk against his own.
 
The warmth of her lips spread through him, sending shivers down his spine. For a moment, he was lost in the softness, savouring the rare and exquisite feeling. The gentle pressure of her lips, although reluctant and forced, was enough to make Javed feel a sense of triumph and satisfaction he had never known.
 
Javed's thoughts were a whirlwind. He could hardly believe the reality of the situation. Here he was, kissing a woman of such beauty and grace, someone he had always considered far beyond his reach. It was a dream come true, an intoxicating mix of power and forbidden pleasure. The taste of her lips was faintly sweet, making the moment all the more surreal and unforgettable for him.
 
Despite Ganga's reluctance and the tears that marked her cheeks, Javed was consumed by the experience, every nerve in his body electrified by the softness and warmth of her kiss.
 
 
Javed's moment of happiness was fleeting. As soon as Ganga pulled her lips back inside her mouth, a wave of disappointment washed over him. The sudden withdrawal felt like a cruel joke, like a child having his favourite chocolate snatched away just as he was about to savor it. He had barely tasted the softness and sweetness of her lips before they were gone, replaced by the firm line of her closed mouth.
 
Javed's frustration boiled over as he pinned Ganga against the wall, his grip tightening on her face. With a desperate intensity, he tried to force her lips out of hiding, as if by sheer willpower he could coax them back into the open. Like a child throwing a tantrum, he sucked on her mouth with an almost aggressive fervour, hoping that her lips would emerge once more.
 
Ganga's struggles only seemed to fuel Javed's determination, her resistance stoking the fire of his frustration. But no matter how hard he tried, her lips remained stubbornly concealed, denying him the taste of their sweetness once again. In his desperation, his actions became rougher, more insistent, as if he could force her compliance through sheer force.
 
Ganga persisted, keeping her mouth tightly shut and her lips sealed inside. Javed tried his best to make her lips come out, but she resisted with all her strength. Frustrated and realizing he couldn't force her lips out, Javed finally gave up. He stepped back, breathing heavily, and looked at Ganga with a mix of anger and disappointment. Ganga remained pressed against the wall, her body trembling, but her resolve unbroken. She stared back at Javed, tears streaming down her face but with a look of defiance in her eyes.
 
Javed, seething with anger, sneered, "Okay, madam, you want to play games? Let's play a game." Ganga, confused and frightened, wondered what he meant. Javed continued, "Chacha, bring her husband upstairs."
 
Chacha looked at Javed with a puzzled expression, unsure of what was happening. Javed explained, "Next time, if madam resists the kiss, we shall throw her husband down from the second floor. Let's see how her husband resists us." He laughed menacingly.
 
Ganga's heart raced as she saw Chacha move toward the door. The thought of Srinu being thrown down from such a height filled her with dread. She cried out, "No, please, don't hurt him! I'll... I'll do what you want."
 
Javed's laughter echoed in the room as he watched her break. "Good choice, madam. Now, let's try this again." He approached her once more, his intentions clear.
 
Ganga felt trapped, knowing she had no choice if she wanted to protect Srinu. Her mind raced with fear and desperation as Javed's shadow loomed over her.
 
Javed and Ganga's lips met again. This time, Ganga didn't pull her lips back but let Javed kiss her. Javed, with renewed energy, started kissing her fervently. His hands roamed her back, holding her firmly against the wall.
 
Ganga stood there, frozen, her mind screaming in despair, but she forced herself to remain still. Javed's kiss was rough and greedy, a stark contrast to the soft, tender kisses she had shared with Srinu. She tried to think of anything else, to dissociate from the horrifying reality.
 
As Javed's kiss grew more passionate, Ganga's tears continued to flow, each drop a testament to her inner turmoil. She felt utterly powerless, doing the only thing she could to keep her husband safe. The taste of Javed's breath, the feeling of his lips, it was all something she wanted to forget forever.
 
Javed's lips pressed roughly against Ganga's, his breath hot and insistent. His kiss was forceful, almost punishing, as if he was trying to claim her through sheer aggression. His hands gripped her shoulders tightly, pinning her against the wall, making escape impossible.
 
At first, Ganga stood rigid, her entire body tense with resistance. She tried to pull her mind away from the situation, to think of anything but the man forcing himself upon her. Her lips stayed tight, unyielding against his assault.
 
But then, something changed. Perhaps it was the sheer length of the kiss, or maybe it was her body's instinctive reaction to prolonged contact, but slowly, Javed's kiss softened. His grip on her shoulders eased, and his lips became gentler, more exploratory. He tasted her lips slowly, savouring the softness he had so longed for.
 
Ganga's resistance began to waver. She could feel her control slipping, her body's natural response starting to take over. The tears still flowed, but her lips began to part slightly, just enough to let him deepen the kiss. It was a betrayal by her own body, a response she couldn't fully control.
 
Javed sensed the change and softened his kiss even more, coaxing her with gentle caresses. He moved his hands to cup her face tenderly, his thumbs brushing away her tears. The kiss became slow and lingering, filled with a twisted parody of tenderness.
 
Ganga's initial reluctance began to melt away. Despite the horror and revulsion, she couldn't stop the small, involuntary responses her body made to the softer touch. Her lips moved slightly against his, not in desire, but in a tragic surrender to the situation she was trapped in.
 
For Javed, this was a triumph. He felt her slight yielding and took it as a sign of victory, deepening the kiss further, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and satisfaction. For Ganga, it was a moment of profound despair, each second an eternity as she tried to hold onto whatever shred of herself, she could in the midst of the violation.
 
As Javed’s kiss continued, Ganga’s mind whirled in a storm of emotions and memories. She couldn't believe what was happening, the sheer wrongness of it all overwhelming her. Here she was, her lips pressed against a stranger's, a man who had violated her space and her dignity. The reality of the moment felt surreal, like a nightmare she couldn’t wake from.
 
Her thoughts desperately sought refuge in the past, trying to anchor her in a time when she felt safe and loved. She remembered her first kiss with Srinu. It had been on their wedding night, a moment filled with tenderness and love. Srinu had been so gentle, his lips soft and respectful, filled with a promise of a lifetime of love and care.
The memory of that first kiss was starkly different from the harsh reality she was facing now. She remembered the way Srinu had looked at her, his eyes filled with adoration, making her feel cherished and treasured. The warmth of his embrace, the gentle way he had cupped her face, and the softness of his kiss—all these memories flooded her mind, providing a sharp contrast to Javed’s rough and insistent kiss.The more she thought about Srinu, the more her heart ached. How could this be happening? How could she be kissing another man, a stranger who had nothing but ill intentions? The guilt and shame washed over her, mingling with the helplessness she felt. Her mind screamed in protest, but her body was trapped, forced into submission.
With each second that passed, Ganga tried to hold onto the memory of Srinu’s kiss, using it as a shield against the violation she was enduring. She remembered how safe she had felt in Srinu’s arms, the love that had enveloped her. It was this memory that gave her the strength to endure, to survive this moment of horror.
Even as her body betrayed her with involuntary responses, her mind clung to Srinu, to the love they shared. The contrast between her past and present was a torment, but it was also a source of resilience. She knew she had to survive this, to get back to Srinu, to find a way to make sense of the madness that had engulfed her life.
 
The kiss, though physically present, became a background to the vivid memories of Srinu. It was a desperate attempt to escape, if only in her mind, from the nightmare she was living.
 
Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a sharp pain. Javed had bitten her lower lip, sending a jolt of agony through her. Ganga instinctively pushed him away, crying out in pain.
 
“Sorry, madam,” Javed sneered, a mocking tone in his voice. “Footpath people like us never knew how to kiss a beautiful woman like you.”
 
Ganga glared at him, her anger flaring despite her fear. “That’s enough! You had your chance. Now let me go.”
 
But Javed only laughed. “Madam, I’m just getting started with the kiss. You want to stop? If you stop now, me and Chacha will start playing with your husband.”
 
Chacha echoed Javed's laughter, adding to the chilling threat. Ganga’s heart pounded in her chest. She could feel the anger boiling inside her, but it was mixed with a paralyzing fear. She was caught between her dignity and the safety of her husband.
 
Ganga was filled with rage as she listened to Javed and Chacha laugh while threatening her husband. The sound of their mocking laughter echoed in her ears, fuelling her anger. She stood against the wall, trembling with frustration and helplessness. Javed, noticing her defiance, approached her once more.
 
He grabbed her hands and pinned them against the wall, his grip firm and unyielding. "Madam, please, don't make this harder than it has to be," he said with a twisted smile, leaning in closer.
 
Ganga’s heart pounded with fury. Her mind screamed for a way to fight back, but her body was trapped. As Javed’s lips neared hers, she felt a surge of defiance rise within her. She might be powerless in many ways, but she wouldn’t let him have this without a fight.
 
As Javed initiated the kiss, Ganga’s anger boiled over. Without a second thought, she bit down on his lip as hard as she could.
 
Ganga thought Javed would scream in pain, but instead, he pulled back slightly, his face filled with surprise and joy. "Thank you, madam ji," he said with a twisted smile, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
 
Ganga was bewildered. She had expected anger, but instead, he seemed delighted. Her mind raced with confusion. Why was he thanking her?
 
Before she could make sense of it, Javed pulled her closer, his grip firm and unyielding. He leaned in and resumed kissing her, this time with renewed enthusiasm. His lips pressed against hers with an intensity that made her skin crawl.
 
Little did she know, for Javed, the bite was a sign of passion. In his twisted mind, it was an expression of desire and fervour. He interpreted her resistance and the bite as part of a wild game, making the moment even more thrilling for him.
 
Ganga's heart sank as she realized her attempt to fight back had only fuelled his perverse pleasure.
 
Javed convinced himself that Ganga liked his kisses. This delusion made him bolder, and he began kissing her with more fervour, biting her lips regularly.
 
Ganga, unable to bear the assault, decided to fight back. Each time he bit her lips, she bit back, harder each time. It became a battle fought with lips and teeth, each bite an attempt to hurt and dominate the other.
 
Javed mistook her resistance for passion, his excitement growing with each exchange. His hands gripped her tighter, pressing her against the wall, his breathing ragged with misplaced desire.
 
Ganga, fuelled by anger and desperation, matched his intensity. Her bites were fierce, her determination to inflict pain unwavering.
 
Javed held Ganga tightly against the rough, cold wall. His body pressed against hers, and the tension between them was palpable. His kisses became more aggressive, and with each bite, Ganga responded with equal ferocity.
 
Javed's grip tightened, his hands roaming over her body. As he rubbed his chest against her soft breasts, he felt a surge of arousal. The friction and the closeness of their bodies made his penis harden. He pushed against her more insistently, lost in a mix of lust and a twisted sense of triumph.
 
The room was filled with the sounds of their struggle – heavy breathing, the wet sounds of their aggressive kisses, and the occasional grunt of pain. Ganga's mind flashed back to Srinu, her heart aching with worry and guilt. But she pushed those thoughts aside, focusing all her energy on resisting Javed's advances.
 
Javed's body was now fully aroused, his hard penis pressing against her through their clothes. He moaned softly, mistaking her resistance for passionate participation. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her even closer, his kisses becoming more demanding and his movements more desperate.
 
Ganga's body was trapped, but her mind remained defiant. Each bite was a reminder that she would not submit, that she would fight until the end. The battle between them was intense, a clash of wills played out through brutal kisses and the violent press of their bodies. His hands, rough and insistent, pinned her arms against the wall, leaving her no room to escape. She could feel the heat of his body, an uncomfortable reminder of his presence. Then, she felt it—Javed's hips slowly beginning to thrust against her stomach.
 
A wave of dread washed over her. The rhythm of his movements was unmistakable, each thrust growing more deliberate and forceful. His intentions were becoming clear, and they were far more than just a kiss. Ganga's heart pounded in her chest, a frantic drumbeat of panic. Her breathing quickened, each breath shallow and desperate.
 
Javed's body pressed closer, his arousal becoming evident. The friction of his hips against her stomach made her feel sick, a stark violation of her personal space and dignity. Her thoughts raced—what was he planning to do next? How far would he go?
Javed continued his assault, his lips pressing harder against Ganga’s as he thrust his hips, grinding his hardened member against her soft, vulnerable stomach. Each thrust was a reminder of his power over her in this moment, and it made him bolder.
 
As they kissed, Javed suddenly bit down on her lower lip, holding it between his teeth and pulling back slightly, stretching the tender flesh painfully. He kept it like that for a couple of seconds before finally releasing it. Immediately, he looked at her, his eyes searching for a reaction.
 
Ganga winced in pain, her face contorting as the sharp sting radiated through her lip. She glared at him, her eyes blazing with anger and defiance. Javed’s grin widened; he relished the fire in her eyes. It excited him to see her reaction, to feel her struggle against his dominance.
 
“Thank you, madam ji,” he said mockingly, leaning in closer.
 
Ganga’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions. The anger boiling inside her was nearly overwhelming.
 
Javed leaned in again, his lips searching for Ganga's with a mix of desire and dominance. He began kissing her with fervour, tasting the softness of her lips, savouring the feeling. His mind was clouded with lust, and he was lost in the sensation of finally having her.
 
Ganga, however, was not defeated. As his lips moved against hers, she felt a surge of defiance. She waited for the right moment, letting him think he had won. Just as Javed was sinking deeper into the kiss, lost in the pleasure of her lips, Ganga made her move. She bit down hard on his lower lip, clamping her teeth around it and pulling it towards her with all her might.
 
Javed's eyes widened in shock, the pleasure giving way to sharp pain. He moaned, the sound muffled against her mouth, and his hands instinctively went to her shoulders, trying to push her away. But Ganga held on.
 
Javed's moans turned to whimpers as the pain intensified. Finally, unable to bear the pain any longer, Javed tore himself away from her.
 
Javed was taken aback by Ganga's fierce response. As she released his lip from her teeth, he rubbed his injured lip, feeling the sting of her bite. His eyes were filled with a mixture of pain and surprise as he looked at her, trying to comprehend what had just happened.
 
Their eyes met, and for a moment, it was a silent battle of wills. Javed's eyes, wide with shock, locked onto Ganga's, which were blazing with anger and defiance. He couldn't understand how she could still have so much fight left in her. But then, to his absolute shock, he noticed a change in her expression. The anger in her eyes slowly began to melt away, replaced by something else—a mischievous, almost playful smile.
 
Javed blinked, unable to believe what he was seeing. He rubbed his eyes as if to clear away an illusion, but the sight remained the same. Ganga, the woman he had tried to dominate and intimidate, was smiling at him with a look of naughty defiance. It was as if she was challenging him, taunting him with her unexpected reaction.
 
Javed couldn't believe what he was seeing. "She's smiling at me?" he thought, his mind racing with confusion and disbelief. But without wasting another moment, he pounced on her, driven by a mixture of desire and newfound determination. He pinned her against the wall, his hands gripping her shoulders as he kissed her passionately, not just her lips but all over her face—her cheeks, her nose, her eyes, her chin.
 
He hugged her tightly, feeling the warmth of her body against his. Slowly, he started moving down from her face, his lips trailing kisses along her neck. He licked and nibbled at her skin, savouring the taste of her. Meanwhile, Ganga's mind was in turmoil. As she felt his lips on her skin, she came to her senses, questioning herself, "Why did I smile at him? Where has my anger gone?"
 
She realized with a start that her body was responding differently now. Unknowingly, her body seemed to be betraying her, reacting to Javed's touch in ways she hadn't anticipated. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and her breath came in quick, shallow gasps. "When did I lose control over myself?" she thought, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and self-reproach. "When did my resistance become weak?". "Did my Defiance turn into Desire?"
 
Despite her inner turmoil, her body was acting on its own accord. She felt her muscles relax slightly, her skin tingling where Javed's lips had touched. It was as if a part of her was giving in, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. But another part of her still fought back, her mind trying to reclaim control over her wayward body.
 
As Javed continued his assault, Ganga's mind raced to find a way out. She needed to regain control, to push him away and reclaim her sense of self. But for now, all she could do was endure, hoping that somehow, she would find the strength to fight back once more.
Ganga's efforts to resist were proving futile. No matter how much she tried, her body moved on its own, betraying her resolve. As Javed kissed her neck, her left hand moved on its own and held the back of his head. Her right hand gently rested on his shoulder, her head moving forward to touch his cheek with hers. She was trapped in a web of conflicting emotions and physical responses.
 
Her eyes immediately fell on Chacha, who was right behind Javed, watching them intently. Chacha’s right hand was under his lungi, masturbating as he watched them, his penis slightly poking out. Ganga looked into Chacha's eyes, and he stared back, a silent promise in his gaze that he was next. The intensity of his stare made her shiver. To her surprise, her eyes automatically looked down at Chacha's erect penis, which was ready to come out of his lungi.
 
At the same time, her left hand dug into Javed's hair, pressing him harder into her neck. Javed understood her signal and started kissing her neck more intensely, his passion igniting further. His left hand held her waist firmly, while his right hand cupped her right breast, pressing it hard.
Javed's fingers dug into Ganga's soft flesh as he began to massage her breasts through her blouse and saree. His hands were rough and eager, squeezing and kneading with a mix of urgency and desire. Each touch sent waves of repulsion through Ganga, but her body betrayed her with involuntary responses.
 
Ganga's mind was a storm of conflicting emotions. She felt anger, disgust, and shame, yet her body responded to Javed's touch in ways that horrified her. She bit her lip to suppress any sound that might escape, trying to maintain some control over her own reactions.
 
Javed's excitement grew with each passing moment. His thumbs found her nipples through the fabric, circling and pressing against them until they hardened. Ganga's breath hitched, and she struggled to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape. Her chest heaved, pressing her breasts more firmly into his hands with each laboured breath.
 
"Madam, your body doesn't lie," Javed whispered in her ear, his breath hot and mocking. "You like this, don't you?"
 
His words cut through her like a knife, but she couldn't muster the strength to respond. Her body was betraying her in the worst possible way. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision as she fought to maintain her composure.
 
Javed's hands continued their assault, squeezing and massaging her breasts with increasing intensity. His thumbs brushed over her nipples repeatedly, sending jolts of unwanted sensation through her.
 
Javed's eyes were fixated on Ganga's cleavage, which was partially exposed as her saree had slipped during the struggle. He moved closer, his breath hot against her skin. With a rough and eager hand, he started to press and massage her breasts through the thin fabric of her blouse. Ganga could feel the heat of his touch even through the cloth, and her body tensed in resistance.
He squeezed her breasts together, making her cleavage more pronounced, his eyes gleaming with lust. His face moved closer, and he began to kiss the exposed skin just above her blouse. His lips were rough and insistent, leaving wet trails as he kissed and licked her cleavage. He let his tongue slide between her breasts, savouring the taste of her skin. The contrast between his rough stubble and the softness of her skin made her shiver with a mix of disgust and involuntary physical response.
 
Javed's mouth moved lower, pulling her blouse and saree down slightly to expose more of her breasts. He sucked on the skin, leaving red marks as he moved. His hands continued to massage her breasts, his fingers finding their way under the fabric to touch her bare skin. He pinched her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, and she winced in pain.
 
Ganga's thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and horror. She could not believe what was happening, that she was in such a vulnerable position with this man. The sensations he was creating in her body were a betrayal of her mind and soul. She hated him, hated his touch, but her body was reacting in ways she couldn't control.
 
He pulled back for a moment, looking at her with a mix of lust and satisfaction. "You taste so good, madam," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. He licked his lips, his eyes never leaving her exposed skin.
 
Ganga's body was trembling, her mind screaming for it to stop. She could feel his arousal pressing against her, his intentions clear. Her resistance was weakening, her body betraying her mind. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the reality of what was happening, but the sensations were too strong, too real.
 
Javed moved in again, his mouth descending on her breasts with renewed fervour. He kissed and licked every inch of exposed skin, his hands still busy massaging and kneading her breasts. He was relentless, his desire driving him to take more, to consume her entirely.
Javed's mouth found its way to her nipples, sucking and nibbling through the fabric. The sensation was intense, sending shocks through her body. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, her body tense and rigid. She prayed for it to end, for him to get what he wanted and leave her alone. But Javed was far from finished, his lust insatiable.
 
He pressed her harder against the wall, his hips grinding against her stomach. She could feel his erection through his clothes, the pressure building. His hands roamed freely over her body, exploring every curve and contour. She was his captive, his plaything, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.
 
As he continued his assault on her body, Ganga's mind floated away, retreating into a place where she could escape the horror of the moment. But her body remained, responding to his touch in ways she couldn't control. She hated herself for it, hated him for making her feel this way.
 
Javed's lips left her breasts and moved back up to her neck, kissing and licking her skin with a feral hunger. His hands never stopped their exploration, squeezing and caressing her with a desperate need. He was lost in his own desire, oblivious to her suffering.
Ganga's mind was a tumultuous storm as Javed's hands roamed over her body. Each rough touch, each insistent kiss, sent waves of conflicting emotions crashing through her. She felt an overwhelming sense of anger, disgust, and shame, yet there was another layer beneath those feelings that she struggled to suppress—a layer of unwanted, involuntary arousal that horrified her.
 
The thought that she might be getting slightly horny under these circumstances was a dagger to her heart. How could her body respond to such a violation? The idea that two labourers—men she considered far beneath her—could elicit such a reaction filled her with a deep sense of shame and confusion. Her mind raced with questions she couldn't answer: How could this be happening? Why was her body reacting this way?
 
Each kiss, each lick, seemed to blur the lines between pleasure and pain, leaving her in a state of disoriented turmoil. She could feel her resolve weakening, her body's betrayal becoming more pronounced with each passing moment. The sensation of Javed's tongue sliding between her breasts, his lips suckling on her nipples through the fabric, sent jolts of unwanted pleasure through her, and she hated herself for it.
 
As Javed's desire for Ganga intensified, he became increasingly impatient with the barrier of her blouse. His hands, still hot and eager, ceased their exploration for a moment as he made a decision. He wanted more than just the fabric between him and her skin; he wanted the real thing, the raw, unobscured flesh beneath.
With a determined resolve, he reached around Ganga's back with both arms, his fingers fumbling with the hooks of her blouse. His touch, once rough and demanding, now took on a more deliberate, almost reverent quality as he worked to undo the fastenings.
As Javed's fingers fumbled with the hooks of her blouse, Ganga's mind became a whirlwind of confusion and conflicting emotions. She was caught in a painful trance, torn between the intense feelings of pain and an unwelcome flicker of pleasure that seemed to betray her deepest convictions.
 
Her thoughts raced, a chaotic mix of fear, shame, and bewilderment.
 
With each hook that came undone, Ganga felt herself slipping further into a surreal state of helplessness. The fabric of her blouse loosening was both a physical and symbolic tearing away of her defenses. The pain of her situation was sharp and all-consuming, yet there was a bizarre, twisted undercurrent of pleasure that made her feel sick to her core. "Why is this happening? How can this be?" The questions looped endlessly in her mind, each one a dagger of self-reproach.
With each tug of his fingers, the hooks gave way, one by one, until finally, with a triumphant flourish, Javed succeeded in undoing the last one. The blouse, now free from its confines, hung loosely around Ganga's shoulders, threatening to slip off at any moment.
 
Javed's hands moved to the fabric, pulling it aside to reveal the delicate lace of her bra beneath. His breath caught in his throat as he drank in the sight before him, his eyes dark with desire.
As Javed was about to remove Ganga's blouse completely, the stark reality of her situation hit her with the force of a crashing wave. The thought of being naked and exposed in front of two strangers snapped her out of her trance. A surge of adrenaline coursed through her veins, igniting a fire within her that she didn't know she still possessed.
 
With a burst of strength fuelled by desperation, Ganga pushed Javed away from her with all the force she could muster. The sudden movement caught him off guard, and he stumbled backward, momentarily losing his grip on her.
 
Taking advantage of the momentary reprieve, Ganga immediately turned her back to the wall, covering her exposed skin and securing the loose blouse as best as she could. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with the effort of her exertion and the tumult of her emotions.
 
Javed, regaining his balance, looked at her with a mixture of surprise and anger. His eyes narrowed as he took in the defiance in her stance, the fire in her eyes. But Ganga stood her ground, her back pressed firmly against the wall, her hands clutching the fabric of her blouse to keep it in place.
 
Ganga: (voice trembling but firm) "The deal was about a kiss, and you even got more than that. Now let me go."
 
Javed: (breathing heavily, his lust and excitement evident in the bulge in his pants) "Ok, madam. We had a deal. I'm a man of my word. You blessed me with a kiss, now you can go."
 
(Javed glances at Chacha, who shakes his head in disagreement, his expression filled with anger and frustration.)
 
Chacha: (angrily) "What are you doing, Javed? You're just going to let her go like that? After all this?"
 
Javed: (firmly, but with a hint of internal conflict) "We made a deal, Chacha. And she held up her end of it."
 
Chacha: (still shaking his head, his voice low and menacing) "You can't be serious. We've come this far, and now you're just going to let her walk away?"
 
Ganga: (stepping forward, her voice steady) "You heard him. He gave his word. Let me go."
 
Javed: (glancing back at Ganga, then back to Chacha, his voice wavering) "I am serious, Chacha. She can go."
 
Chacha: (with a sneer) "You think she'll just leave quietly? After what we've done?"
 
Javed: (voice hardening, trying to maintain control) "I don't care what you think. I made a promise, and I'm going to keep it."
 
(Ganga slowly starts to move towards the door, her eyes never leaving Javed and Chacha, her body tense and ready to react at a moment's notice.)
 
Ganga: (with quiet determination) "Thank you. Now, let me go."
 
(Javed watches her intently, his emotions a mix of lust, frustration, and a begrudging sense of honour. Chacha's eyes burn with fury, but he doesn't move, his disagreement hanging heavily in the air.)
 
Javed: (with a final, resolute nod) "Go, madam. Before I change my mind."
 
(Ganga quickly exits the room, her heart pounding, but her steps steady as she leaves the two men behind. She doesn't look back, focusing only on escaping the nightmare she just endured.)
Chacha: (shouting, furious) "Are you out of your mind, Javed? How can you let go of a woman like her? Do you know how hard it is for people like us to get to touch a woman like her?"
 
Javed: (with closed eyes, biting his teeth, raising his hand to gesture Chacha to shut up) "Please, Chacha, just shut up. Leave it. It is useless to force a woman like her and make her do what we want. She is not a prostitute on whom we can push ourselves."
 
Chacha: (frustrated) "Javed, you must have lost your mind. Why would a woman like her wish to be with people like us who are third-class labourers?"
 
Javed: (with a hint of frustration) "I don’t know, Chacha. But if a woman like her wants to be with us, she herself will come back into this room."
 
Chacha: (laughing loudly) "Why on earth would she come back? Didn’t you see her fear and hear her crying for her husband?"
 
Javed: "Who knows? She might have liked what I've done to 
 
Ganga's words shattered the stunned silence in the room, breaking the disbelief that had gripped Javed and Chacha. Both men stared at her, their expressions a mix of confusion and astonishment.
 
Ganga: Standing at the doorway with her back turned towards them, she said in a soft, almost demure voice, "Can you please hook my blouse?" She turned her head slightly, casting a coy, mischievous glance over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with a blend of innocence and hidden desire.

A small doubt..if ganga has gone out of the room? wouldn't srinu has seen it in the camera footage when he was watching it in the computer...you told she walked to the stairs and came back these places are under the cctv surveillance right?