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The Thief

Srinu woke up in the morning, his mind immediately drawn to the video recovery. He sat up quickly, the anticipation of uncovering the truth pulling him out of bed. Without wasting a moment, he got up and went downstairs. As he passed the kitchen, he noticed Ganga already busy preparing breakfast, just like every other day. Her normal routine, her calm demeanor, only deepened the questions swirling in his mind.


He made his way quietly back to his room, careful not to disturb her. Opening his laptop, he checked the progress of the video recovery. The screen still displayed that it needed another 6-8 hours. Srinu quickly did the math—by the time he got back from the office, the recovery would be complete, and he would finally be able to watch the full footage. The thought stirred a mix of anxiety and impatience within him.

But there was another matter lingering in his mind—the mystery of the auto-wala, his instincts told him there was something more going on.

Spy cameras won’t be of much use outside the house, Srinu thought, so he decided to take matters into his own hands. His plan was simple: wait behind the wall near the house, just like yesterday, and follow Ganga and the auto-wala when they left. If there was anything suspicious happening, Srinu wanted to catch them red-handed. Today would be different—today, he wouldn’t just observe, he would act.

With his mindset, Srinu got ready for the day, knowing that his hunt for the truth would continue once he returned. Between the video recovery and his plan to follow Ganga, the day ahead felt like a ticking clock, counting down toward revelations he wasn’t sure he was ready for.

As usual, Srinu completed his morning routine and set off for the office. But, just like the day before, he took a left at the end of his street instead of a right, heading for his chosen hiding spot. He parked his bike discreetly and positioned himself behind the wall, keeping a careful eye on the house.

From his vantage point, Srinu noticed his neighbor, Aunty, busy washing clothes in her yard. She was a good friend of Ganga’s, and the two of them often spent time together, gossiping about TV serials and other neighborhood matters. Srinu knew he had to be more cautious now, as he couldn’t afford to be spotted by her. If she saw him lurking, questions would follow, and his plan to catch Ganga and the auto-wala red-handed would be ruined before it even began.

Minutes passed, and the usual morning activity began to unfold. First, the milkman came by, delivering his bottles with a friendly nod. Then the waterboy arrived, the two exchanging their usual greetings. But just as they always did, Srinu overheard their brief, cryptic conversation, the one that had been nagging at him for some time.

"...ganj ka...ni," they muttered to each other, just like every time they spoke with Ganga.

Srinu furrowed his brow, wondering once again what on earth those mysterious words meant. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard them exchange this phrase in front of Ganga, and it had been eating at him ever since. What the hell does 'ganj ka...ni' mean? he thought to himself, trying to make sense of it. It felt like a piece of a puzzle that refused to fit anywhere.

As the milkman and waterboy left, Srinu refocused his attention on the house, waiting for the auto-wala to arrive. The morning routine played out in front of him, and although everything seemed normal, Srinu’s gut told him that today might reveal something new. He stayed hidden, every muscle tense, waiting for the moment when Ganga would step outside.

time passed as Srinu hid behind the bushes, waiting for the auto-wala, but something completely unexpected happened. A strange-looking man approached the wall where Srinu was hiding. The man didn’t notice Srinu, concealed in the thick bushes. As Srinu watched the man’s face, it felt oddly familiar. Where have I seen him before? Srinu’s mind went into overdrive trying to recall.

The strange man looked left and right to ensure the coast was clear, and to Srinu's horror, he jumped over the wall. Srinu’s body froze in shock. What the hell? Who is this guy? he thought, his brain struggling to catch up with what his eyes were witnessing. The man quickly made his way to the back door of the house, and with just two small metal pins, he skillfully unlocked it. Srinu watched as the intruder maneuvered through the house with ease, as if he already knew the layout. That’s when it hit Srinu. The man’s face—Ranga—the thief he’d seen on the wanted list at the security officer station when he went to collect the FIR.

Ranga.

Srinu’s body jolted into action. The auto-wala no longer mattered. His worry about being seen by the neighbor aunty or Ganga vanished. All he wanted now was to protect Ganga from the thief. Srinu sprang up from the bushes, preparing to jump over the wall, but as he did, he saw Ranga already in the kitchen, where Ganga was. I won’t get to her in time, Srinu thought, his heart racing. His first instinct was to shout and warn Ganga, but before he could open his mouth, he saw something that made him freeze again.

Srinu’s muscles tensed, adrenaline kicking in as he watched Ranga sneak into the kitchen, where Ganga stood unaware. Srinu knew he had to act fast, but before he could shout, Ranga was already behind her, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist.



Ganga (startled, eyes wide, voice trembling): "Aaah!" She screamed, spinning around to face her attacker while still trapped in his grip.



Ranga held her tight, and Ganga’s scream echoed through the neighborhood. Srinu’s panic deepened as he watched from the bushes, frozen, unsure of what to do. Just then, the neighbor aunty’s voice cut through the air, her footsteps rushing towards the compound wall.

Aunty (shouting, concerned): "Ganga Beti! Kya hua? Why did you scream?"

Srinu instinctively ducked behind the wall, not wanting to be seen by Aunty. He felt a wave of relief wash over him.

Srinu (muttering under his breath, frustrated): "Thank god! She’ll handle this… Ranga’s gonna get caught now.  Ganga will be safe."

Srinu's mind began to relax, thinking either the thief would run away or Aunty would call for help. He expected Ganga to shout for help, something like, "Thief! Thief! Aunty, call the security officer!"

Srinu (thinking to himself): "Now Ganga just has to tell aunty, and it’s all over. No one will suspect I was here… perfect."

But instead, ranga pulled ganga into his hug even more tightly making her soft boobs press against ranga's hairy chest. Both their eyes met and were lost in each other embrace.



Hearing no answer from Ganga Aunty asked again.

Aunty (shouting Louder): "Ganga Beti Kya hua?"

Aunty's loud voice snapped them out of their intimate moment and made them look toward aunty's voice. Ganga paused for a moment, her scared expression slowly shifting into something else—something mischievous.

Ganga (smiling slyly, her voice calm): "Kuch nahi Aunty ji, bas ek billi thi... I scared it away."



Srinu’s eyes widened in complete shock.

Srinu (whispering furiously, fists clenched): "A fucking cat? What the hell is she talking about?!"

Aunty (relieved, her voice fading): "Okay, Ganga beta, I’m going now. Just let me know if there’s any problem."

Srinu (gritting his teeth, frustrated): "Why the fuck didn’t she call for help? What’s going on with that smile? Is she fucking him too?! But when? Why? How many men is she involved with? Is she sleeping with the whole colony?"

Srinu wanted to bang his head against the wall as he continued to watch. Ganga pushed Ranga off her, her face twisted in anger.

Ganga (whispering harshly, eyes blazing): "What are you doing here? You’re breaking the deal!"

Ranga (confused, scratching his head): "What deal? I just got out of jail, Ganga. I don’t know anything about any deal."

Srinu (stunned, shaking his head): "A deal? What deal is she talking about? How does she even know this guy?!"

Ganga (angrily, her voice low and commanding): "Not my problem if you don’t know. Get out before someone sees you!"

Ranga (disappointed, sighing deeply): "Alright, alright… I’ll go." He stepped back but muttered under his breath, "...ganj ka...ni."

Srinu (wide-eyed, shaking his head in disbelief): "Again?! What the fuck is with these guys and those words?! First the milkman, then the waterboy, now this thief?!" He clenched his fists, his mind racing. " WHAT HAPPENED WHILE I WAS IN THE HOSPITAL FOR THREE WEEKS?"

As Ranga climbed back over the wall and ran away, Srinu stood there, paralyzed, his thoughts crashing into one another. His world had just shattered into pieces, and he had no idea how to make sense of it all.

Srinu (grumbling to himself, his voice low and angry): "I need fucking answers… I can’t just stand here. This is… this is insane."


Srinu’s mind was racing as he crouched behind the wall. I’ve had enough, that’s it. I can’t take this anymore. His frustration boiled over, and he clenched his fists. Fuck it, I’m going to ask her directly.

He was about to jump over the wall when he heard a calm voice interrupting him.
Voice (calmly): "Wait! It’s not the right time."

Srinu froze, bewildered.
Srinu (wondering): "What? Who is that?"

The voice responded softly,
Voice: "It’s me, Yin."

Srinu sighed, annoyed.
Srinu (irritated): "Yin! You again? I told you to stay away. Why are you here?"

Before Yin could respond, another voice chimed in, this one more confident.
Another Voice: "Yin is right, it’s not the right time!"

Srinu recognized the voice immediately and rolled his eyes.
Srinu (gritting his teeth): "Yang, is that you?"

Yang (smugly): "Yes, it’s me."

Srinu’s anger flared.
Srinu (snapping): "I don’t want to hear anything from you both motherfuckers. You misled me!"

Yang chuckled softly, his voice oozing with smugness.
Yang: "Oh, relax. I didn’t mislead you. I always said there was something fishy about Ganga."

Yin, the more soothing of the two, interjected with a gentle tone,
Yin: "Srinu, please, just listen to us first. After that, you can do whatever you want."

Srinu, torn between anger and confusion, took a deep breath and calmed down enough to listen.
Srinu: "Fine. Talk."

Yin (calmly): "Like Yang said, there’s something bigger happening here. It’s not just what happened in that building the day of the attack."

Srinu narrowed his eyes, confused.
Srinu: "What do you mean something big?"

Yang (serious): "Think, Srinu. It’s not just about Ganga and Javed or Chacha. Something more is going on—the milkman, the waterboy, and now this thief, Ranga. All this weird behavior started after the attack and while you were in the hospital."

Yin (nodding): "And the mystery words Ranga repeated were the same words that the milkman and waterboy said to Ganga. It can’t just be a coincidence."

Yang (leaning in): "Exactly! There has to be a connection between these incidents."

Yin: "Yes, Yang is right. There must be something that links all these things together. You need to find out what connects them first."

Yang (firmly): "Srinu, like Yin said, find the connection first. If you confront Ganga now, you’ll just tip her off. She’ll know that you’re aware of what she’s up to."

Before Srinu could argue, Yin cut in,
Yin: "And if she knows, Ganga will become careful and probably alert her partners in crime."

Srinu, full of frustration, clenched his fists.
Srinu (angrily): "I don’t give a damn! I’ll go and ask her. I can’t just sit here and watch this unfold!"

Yin (gently questioning): "What’s the guarantee that Ganga will confess the truth? What if she denies everything?"

Srinu (determined): "I’ll show her the spy camera footage of her and the thief. She won’t be able to deny it!"

Yang (chuckling, amused): "Srinu, do you seriously believe she’ll admit the truth because of a 30-second video of her talking to a stranger? That’s not enough proof."

Srinu (growling): "If she denies it, I’ll beat the truth out of her."

Yin’s tone shifted, more concerned now.
Yin: "Srinu, listen to yourself. Beat her? She’s the love of your life. And you don’t even know the full truth yet."

Srinu (furious): "I don’t care about the truth anymore. I just want to know what the hell is going on!"

For the first time, Yin’s voice carried a hint of anger, a rare departure from his usual calm nature.
Yin (sternly): "Exactly, Srinu! How would you know what’s actually happening if you confront her now? And who else is involved in this mess?"

Yang (seriously): "Yeah, Srinu. We need to wait. Let’s see who else is involved in her ‘adventures.’ Only then will we know the complete truth."

Yin (nodding): "Yes, and then we can catch her and everyone else who’s part of this."

Srinu’s mind was spinning, but he couldn’t deny that Yin and Yang had a point. If he confronted Ganga now, she might stop meeting her partners, and he’d never get the full story. The truth was too important. For now, he would have to endure this pain for the sake of answers.

With a deep sigh, Srinu calmed down.
Srinu (gritting his teeth): "Alright… I’ll wait."

He snuck back into the bushes, his eyes fixed on the house, waiting once more for the auto-wala. The truth would come out eventually—he just had to be patient.

Srinu watched as Ganga hurriedly finished her morning chores, a sense of urgency in her every movement. His heart twisted with anger and suspicion as he observed her heading upstairs. "Randi... are you getting ready for your lovers?" Srinu's thoughts were venomous, and the idea of what she was about to do tore something inside him.

From his hidden spot, Srinu saw Ganga walk around their bedroom, picking out dresses, ornaments, and makeup. But before she went to take her bath, she did something unexpected—she reached into the wardrobe and pulled out a small book, tucked carefully under her clothes. "A diary? Since when does Ganga keep a diary?" Srinu thought, shocked. Ganga had never shown any interest in writing, especially something so personal.

Ganga sat down on their bed, the diary in her lap, and began writing. Srinu’s eyes stayed glued to her face as her expressions shifted with each word she wrote. At first, there was a look of silly happiness, a shy smile curling her lips. But then, as she continued, her emotions fluctuated—sometimes she seemed filled with excitement, other times a hint of sorrow or regret crossed her face. Occasionally, a mischievous grin flickered across her features. It was like watching her relive different moments, some sweet, some dark. The transformation in her expressions only fueled Srinu’s confusion and anger. What could she possibly be writing?

After she finished, Ganga carefully placed the diary back in its hiding spot, beneath the clothes in the wardrobe, and closed it. Srinu’s mind raced with questions. What’s in that diary? Is it filled with secrets I don't know about?

Ganga then took a bath and changed into a tight-fitting saree with a sleeveless blouse, something that hugged her body in a way Srinu hated seeing her wear now. She applied her makeup hastily as if she was on a strict timeline. 



Once ready, she went downstairs in a hurry and packed a large lunch box, placing it into a carry bag. Srinu’s suspicions deepened. A lunchbox? Who’s she making this for?

His questions were abruptly interrupted by the loud honk of an auto-rickshaw. Srinu’s heart raced. "Finally, the bastard arrived." He thought, his pulse quickening as he saw the familiar auto coming up to the main gate. Ganga quickly grabbed her handbag and the lunchbox bag, locked the door, and headed straight for the auto.

Srinu knew this was his chance. As Ganga got into the auto and it began to drive away, Srinu jumped onto his bike. He started the engine quietly and began following them from a safe distance, his mind a whirl of unanswered questions and growing dread. What is she doing? Who is she meeting? Today.

Srinu kept his distance just enough to keep up with the auto. The auto rickshaw ventured deeper into the city, heading toward the slums where most of the laborer families lived. It wove its way through the narrow, congested streets, and finally, it came to a stop at a junction. Srinu, staying cautious, halted his bike a few feet behind. He watched as Ganga got out of the auto, wasting no time as she made her way towards the slum houses.

Srinu parked his bike behind a nearby tea stall, walking up to the junction. He noticed a board with the name of the area written in big, bold letters: ‘RANIGUNJ’.

Ranigunj slums were a sprawling maze of narrow, cramped streets, filled with tiny, dilapidated houses made from a patchwork of materials—rusty corrugated metal sheets, old bricks, and faded tarpaulin. The air felt thick with dust, and the surroundings were a chaotic blend of poverty and resilience. the houses were built closely together, stacked one on top of the other, with narrow walkways barely wide enough for two people to pass side by side.

Street vendors lined the alleys, selling vegetables, snacks, and cheap goods, while others gathered around tea stalls, talking loudly amidst the clutter of their surroundings. The roads, uneven and full of potholes, were a testament to years of neglect, while stray animals wandered aimlessly, seeking food.

The smell of garbage piled in corners, creating a pungent odor that lingered in the humid air. The Ranigunj slums were a stark contrast to the city outside. It was a world hidden in plain sight, where life continued in its raw, unfiltered form, amidst the worn-down structures and the struggle for survival.

Without hesitation, Srinu started following Ganga, keeping a safe distance from her. He observed her movements carefully, noticing that she wasn’t talking to anyone, and more strangely, she had started covering her face with her saree pallu, while looking around her surroundings




Srinu (thinking to himself, puzzled): "Why is she hiding her face? What is she up to?"

As Ganga walked deeper into the slum, Srinu’s curiosity grew. Finally, she stopped at a shabby, run-down house. She knocked on the door a couple of times, and an old man, dressed in a white kurta pyjama, opened the door.



Srinu (muttering to himself): "Who the hell is this old man?"

The old man’s face lit up as he recognized Ganga. A wide smile spread across his face.

Old Man (cheerfully): "Salam Alaikum Beti! Kaise ho?"
[Peace be upon you, dear! How are you?]

Ganga (softly, smiling): "Wa Alaikum Salaam, Uncle ji. Meh theek hoon. Yeh lo, aapke liye khaana laya hoon."
[Peace be upon you too, Uncle. I’m fine. Here, I brought some food for you.]



She pulled out one of the tiffin boxes from her bag and handed it to the old man. Srinu, still watching from a distance, started to feel confused.

Srinu (thinking): "Did she come here to distribute food to the poor?"

For a brief moment, Srinu felt his respect for Ganga grow. But that respect quickly faded when he noticed something unsettling. The old man, in what seemed like a friendly gesture of thanks, grabbed Ganga’s hand and held onto it for a little too long, his fingers lingering on her soft skin. What shocked Srinu even more was that Ganga didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she played along, giving the old man a mischievous smile in return.



Srinu (gritting his teeth, furious): "What the fuck is going on?"

Old Man (smiling, holding her hand): "Shukriya Beti, tum kitni acchi ho."
[Thank you, dear. You are so kind.]

Before Ganga could leave, the old man leaned in and said the same mysterious words Srinu had heard before.

Old Man (whispering): "...ganj ka...ni."

Srinu’s mind reeled. "Not again… those words!" He couldn’t make sense of it. But before he could even begin to wrap his head around what had just happened, Ganga had already moved on to the next house, just a few steps away.

She knocked on the door, and this time, a middle-aged man, dressed in just a banyan, opened it. He, too, immediately recognized Ganga, and his face lit up.

Sundar (smiling eagerly): "Ganga madam, aap kal nahi aayi thi. Hum log bahut intezaar kiya aapka."
[Ganga madam, you didn’t come yesterday. We waited for you a lot.]

Ganga (smiling softly): "Wo meh busy thi, Sundar ji. Isiliye nahi aa payi."
[I was busy, Sundar ji. That’s why I couldn’t come.]

Srinu (thinking to himself): "Who the hell is this guy now? Sundar? What does he mean by waiting for her?"

Sundar (grinning): "Accha, Ganga madam, koi baat nahi. Kal ka maza aaj poora kar lengey."
[No worries, Ganga madam. We’ll make up for yesterday’s fun today.]

Srinu (muttering, bewildered): "What the fuck does he mean by 'maza poora kar lengey'?!"

Before Srinu could make sense of it, Ganga responded in a way that confused him even more.

Ganga (teasing, smiling): "Zarur poora kar lena, magar pehle yeh sweet lijiye."
[Definitely make up for it, but first, take this sweet.]

She handed Sundar another box from her tiffin bag. Sundar accepted it with a grin.

Sundar (gratefully): "Ganga madam, aap kitni acchi ho. Thank you!"
[Ganga madam, you’re so kind. Thank you!]

Ganga (playfully): "Isme thank you ki kya zarurat hai? Accha, wo sab chhodo, kya aap aade pe aa rahe ho?"
[No need to thank me. Anyway, forget that, are you coming to the gathering?]

Srinu’s mind raced. "Aade? What the hell is aade?"

Sundar (chuckling): "Haan, haan, aade pe aa raha hoon. Thodi deer mein aa jaunga. Aur wo buddha Karim ko bhi bula lu kya ?"
[Yes, yes, I’ll come to the gathering. I’ll be there in a bit. And should i bring that old man, Karim, too ?]

Srinu’s confusion deepened. "Who the fuck is Karim now?"

Ganga (laughing lightly): "Haan, Karim ji ko bhi le aana."
[Yes, bring Karim ji too.]

Sundar (joking): "Woh buddha ko aate aate raat ho jayegi!"
[It’ll be night by the time that old man arrives!]

They both laughed together, and Ganga was ready to leave. But before she could, Sundar leaned in and said the same words that had been haunting Srinu.

Sundar (grinning): "...ganj ka...ni."

Srinu (thinking, mind racing): "Again with those fucking words! What the hell do they mean?!"

Srinu’s head started to spin. Every random person Ganga passed greeted her with the same words.

Passerby 1 (nodding): "...ganj ka...ni."

Passerby 2 (smiling): "...ganj ka...ni."

Srinu (pinching himself, questioning everything): "What is happening? Am I even awake right now?"

He couldn’t believe his eyes, his mind filled with endless questions. "Who are these people? What is Ganga doing with them? Where is this aade? Why is everyone saying '...ganj ka...ni'?!"

Srinu felt as if his entire reality had shattered. "Do I even know who Ganga is anymore?"