Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

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Yang's Master Plan

Srinu, still reeling from the intense and confusing experience, felt the need to get away, to clear his head. "I’m going to get a glass of water," he muttered to Ganga, his voice distant as he excused himself from the bedroom. Without waiting for her response, he quickly slipped out of the room, his mind racing as he made his way down the stairs.


As he reached the bottom, instead of heading to the kitchen, Srinu found himself drawn to his office room. It was a place where he usually found solace, a refuge where he could think clearly. He entered the room, closing the door behind him with a quiet click, the familiar surroundings doing little to calm the storm of emotions and thoughts swirling inside him.

He leaned against the door for a moment, trying to steady his breath, but the tremors in his hands gave away the turmoil within. He looked down at them, watching as they shook uncontrollably, the physical manifestation of the psychological shock he was grappling with. He had never felt this way before—so completely out of control, so utterly confused by his own mind.

"What the hell just happened?" Srinu whispered to himself, his voice filled with a mix of fear and disbelief. The events of the last few moments played back in his mind, but they seemed more like a twisted nightmare than reality. He had been making love to his wife, but his brain had dragged him back to that apartment room in the construction building, the very place he wished he could forget.

Why had his mind done that? Why had he seen himself in the places of Javed and Chacha, the men who had violated everything he held dear? It was as if, in those moments, he had become them, experiencing their actions, their power, their dominance over Ganga. The thought of it made his stomach turn, yet there had been something darkly thrilling about it that he couldn’t deny.

"Why on earth was I seeing myself as them?" he asked, his voice shaking as much as his hands. The questions hung in the air, unanswered and unsettling. The boundaries between his identity and those of the men he despised had blurred in a way that terrified him. Was it guilt? Jealousy? Some twisted form of arousal? He didn’t know, and the not knowing was driving him to the brink.

Srinu sank into the chair at his desk, his hands gripping the armrests as if trying to anchor himself to something solid. But his mind continued to spiral, trying and failing to piece together what had happened. All he could do was sit there, staring blankly at the wall, his thoughts a chaotic mess as he struggled to make sense of the inexplicable events that had shaken him to his core.


As Srinu sat in his office, contemplating everything that had just happened, a loud voice echoed in his mind, jolting him from his thoughts.

Yang: (demanding, filled with anger) "What the hell did you just do?"

The voice continued, growing sharper and more accusatory.

Yang: (with rising frustration) "What the hell did you just do? We thought you were going to confront her or, even better, kill her!"

Another voice interrupted Yang, softer but firm, trying to cut through the tension.

Yin: (calm but with an edge of concern) "Oh, shut up, Yang! Yes, Srinu, what did you do? You were supposed to ask her about the truth, but instead..."

Srinu, his voice trembling and filled with anguish, cut Yin off before he could finish.

Srinu: (desperate, on the verge of breaking down) "I... I can’t confront her. I just can’t do it. If she admits she cheated on me, I won’t be able to bear it. I might... I might kill her... and myself. How could I harm her? I love her so much. I’m so weak... I can’t do it." (He starts to sob, his body shaking as he loses control of his emotions.)

Yin spoke again, his tone soft and consoling, trying to soothe the pain in Srinu's heart.

Yin: (gently, with deep empathy) "It’s okay, Srinu. It’s not your fault..."

But Yang interrupted, his words loud and cutting, laced with judgment.

Yang: (harsh, unforgiving) "It is his fault! It’s completely his fault! You should have confronted her right away. Instead, you had sex with her! Not only did you have sex with her, but you also imagined yourself in the place of Javed and Chacha. What the hell is wrong with you?"

Srinu’s sobbing grew more intense, his voice cracking under the weight of his shame.

Srinu: (pleading, lost in his own guilt) "I’m sorry... I don’t know what came over me. I just don’t know why my mind decided to betray me like that, to put me in their shoes. I’m so ashamed of myself..."

Yin tried to offer comfort, his voice filled with understanding.

Yin: (soothing, almost whispering) "You don’t need to be ashamed, Srinu. We know you didn’t do this on purpose..."

But Yang wasn’t willing to let it go, his tone still biting and relentless.

Yang: (accusatory, with a sneer) "Yes, you did it on purpose! You imagined yourself as them because you’re a cuckold!"

Srinu, now filled with doubt and confusion, whispered a question he had never imagined asking himself, his voice trembling.

Srinu: (whispering, almost afraid of the answer) "A... a cuckold? Am I a cuckold?"

Yin quickly responded, trying to reassure him with a firm tone.

Yin: (reassuring, with conviction) "No, you are not a cuckold."

Yang wasn’t convinced and pressed further, his voice sharp and probing.

Yang: (challenging, almost taunting) "How do you know that?"

Srinu echoed Yang’s question, his voice laced with uncertainty and fear.

Srinu: (uncertain, seeking validation) "Yes, Yin... how do you know that I’m not a cuckold?"

Yin’s voice was steady, filled with a calm certainty as he explained.

Yin: (firm, with a sense of inner knowledge) "I know you’re not a cuckold because I am you. More importantly, a cuckold wants to see his wife get fucked by strangers more than anything else in the world. But you didn’t want to see that, did you? Instead, you cried for her. You wanted to confront her, to find out if she had cheated. You even considered killing her—and yourself—if she had. Tell me, Srinu, which cuckold would do that?"

Yang interrupted again, his tone sharp and accusatory, refusing to back down.

Yang: (pressing, almost sneering) "Then why the hell were you imagining yourself in the place of Javed and Chacha while having sex with Ganga?"

Yin hesitated before replying, his voice faltering slightly, as if reluctant to reveal the truth.

Yin: (hesitant, with a heavy heart) "Because he... he wants to see her..."

Yin stopped mid-sentence, struggling to say the next words. Yang mocked him, his tone dripping with sarcasm and impatience.

Yang: (mocking, with a sneer) "What happened, Yin? Cat got your tongue?"

Srinu, desperate for clarity, pleaded with Yin, his voice filled with a mix of fear and desperation.

Srinu: (pleading, desperate for answers) "Yes, Yin, please... tell me. I want to see her as what?"

Yin finally spoke, his voice filled with pain and reluctant truth.

Yin: (pained, almost whispering) "You want to see her as... a whore."

Srinu immediately protested, his voice filled with denial and shock, his heart rejecting the idea.

Srinu: (defensive, refusing to believe) "No! That’s not the truth! I would never want to see her like that!"

Yin pressed him further, his tone questioning, pushing Srinu to face the truth.

Yin: (questioning, challenging) "Then why did you see yourself in the place of Javed and Chacha?"

Srinu was left dumbfounded, unable to find the words to respond, his mind spinning with confusion. Yang’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and knowing.

Yang: (with a knowing tone, almost smug) "Oh, that’s the reason why."

Yin continued, his voice softer, filled with a painful truth that couldn’t be ignored.

Yin: (soft, resigned) "Yes, that’s why you saw yourself in their place. It’s your desire to seek the forbidden. Imagining your loving and loyal traditional wife doing such naughty things... it turns you on."

Srinu, still refusing to believe, shook his head, speaking with firm denial, though his heart wavered.

Srinu: (firm, trying to convince himself) "No... no, whatever your theories are, I would never insult my wife in such a way."

But inside, Srinu felt the sting of truth in Yin’s words. Even as he denied it outwardly, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Yin was right, and the realization, though unsettling, brought with it a strange sense of relief.


The voices of Yin and Yang continued their relentless debate in his mind.

Yang: (with a loud, commanding voice) "Oh, stop arguing! Tell me, how are we going to punish her?"

Yin: (calm, questioning) "Why are you so determined to punish Ganga when she never committed a crime?"

Yang: (arguing, his tone sharp) "How do you know she didn’t cheat?"

Yin: (softly, with reason) "Did you not hear what she said to him just a few minutes ago? She said she loves him. Why would such a woman cheat on her husband who she loves so much?"

Yang seemed ready to question Yin again, but Yin continued before he could speak.

Yin: (with a touch of certainty) "Why would any woman cheat on Srinu when she’s so satisfied in bed? If you’ve forgotten, let me remind you—she had two orgasms in one night."

Yang: (opening his mouth to retort, but no words came out for a few moments)

Yin, noticing Yang’s hesitation, couldn’t help but smirk.

Yin: (with a sarcastic smile, teasing) "Did the cat catch your tongue?"

Yang: (angry, his face contorting in frustration) "I don’t need to answer your stupid questions! You answered it yourself by saying she’s a whore, and whores can never have enough. They always want more, no matter how much they get fucked."

Yin: (shocked, his tone defensive) "Don’t twist my words! I never said that. I only suggested that Srinu wants to imagine Ganga as a whore."

Yang: (with a dark certainty) "Don’t worry. Your suggestion will become the truth in the future."

Yin: (challenging, demanding proof) "How do you know? Where’s the proof?"

Yang: (confidently, almost smug) "You want proof? I’ll give you proof."

Yin: (jokingly, with a dismissive tone) "Here he goes again, diving into another imagination and claiming it as his proof."

Yang: (angrily, dismissing Yin’s sarcasm) "Oh, shut up! This time, we’ll catch her red-handed."

Srinu: (curiously, feeling a mix of fear and anticipation) "Red-handed? But how?"

Yang: (with an evil smile, a glint of malevolence in his voice) "Don’t worry, boys. I have a plan."

Srinu: (tentatively, curiosity piqued) "You have a plan? Please, explain."

Yang: (with a sly grin, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone) "Listen carefully. For my plan to work, I need you to buy something."

Srinu: (confused, his brow furrowing) "Buy something? But what?"

Yang: (with enthusiasm, almost excitedly) "CC cameras."

Yin: (questioning, with a hint of disbelief) "CC cameras?"

Yang: (enthusiastically, as if revealing a masterstroke) "Yes, CC cameras! Not just any CC cameras, but ones specifically used for spying."

Srinu: (still puzzled, but growing more curious) "But why?"

Yang: (with a tone of triumph, eager to lay out his plan) "We’ll place the CC cameras in and around the house to catch Ganga red-handed."

Yin: (in shock, his voice rising with alarm) "Have you lost your mind? Are you going to spy on Ganga? Srinu, please don’t listen to him. It’s clear that he’s lost his mind!"

Yang: (intercepting, his voice cutting through with a sharp edge) "Srinu, do you want to know the truth or not? Did you forget that the CCTV footage from the construction building is the reason you know she cheated on you in the first place? Imagine how much more truth we can uncover about Ganga if we put CCTV cameras in the house itself."

Yin: (pleading desperately, his voice filled with emotion) "Please, Srinu, don’t do this. You love your wife so much. Don’t insult her by doing something like this."

Srinu, feeling the weight of his confusion and desperation, interrupted Yin, his voice firm and resolute.

Srinu: (with a tone of finality, cutting off Yin’s pleas) "Please stop, Yin. I can’t take this anymore. I need to know the truth. Let me do whatever Yang says this one time."

Yang: (triumphant, his voice filled with a sense of victory) "Yes! Finally, we’ll know the truth."

As Srinu made the decision to follow Yang’s advice instead of Yin’s, he could feel Yin’s voice fading away, growing weaker with each passing moment. In contrast, Yang’s triumphant laughter echoed louder and louder in his mind, filling the silence with an overwhelming sense of inevitability. The path Srinu had chosen was clear, but the consequences of that choice were yet to unfold, leaving him on the brink of a dark and uncertain journey.


As Srinu sat quietly in his office, Yang began to lay out his master plan with a confident, almost sinister tone.

Yang: (with determination, outlining the plan step by step) "First thing in the morning, you go to the electronic shop and buy as many CCTV cameras as you can. We need to cover every angle possible in and around the house."

Srinu: (nodding, already committed) "Okay, done. But how are we going to monitor the footage? Ganga will be at home too—won’t it be suspicious if I sit in this room all day?"

Yang: (with a clever smirk, anticipating the concern) "In a couple of days, your medical leave will end. So, you’ll wire the CCTV footage to an FTP server and broadcast it to remote computers, like your laptop. That way, we can monitor everything from the office premises."

Srinu: (realizing the brilliance of the plan, a hint of excitement in his voice) "That’s a great plan! This way, we don’t have to stay at home, and I’ll have two days to place all the cameras at night when Ganga is asleep."

Yang: (proudly, almost gloating) "That’s my boy! You and I will uncover the truth. We don’t need Yin anymore."

Yang’s voice faded away with triumphant laughter, leaving Srinu with a sense of purpose and clarity. The plan was set, and the path forward seemed clear.

Feeling a strange mixture of resolve and trepidation, Srinu got up from his chair and headed back to the bedroom. Ganga was already sound asleep, her breathing steady and peaceful. He moved silently, careful not to disturb her, as he walked to the bed. He turned off the lights, the room plunging into darkness, and slipped under the covers.

As he lay there, the events of the day and the plan for the days ahead swirled in his mind. The choice he had made weighed heavily on him, but the need to know the truth was stronger. He closed his eyes, trying to quiet the thoughts that threatened to keep him awake, and slowly drifted off to sleep, knowing that the morning would bring the first step in carrying out Yang’s plan.