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The Recovered Video

Srinu had been waiting, watching as Ganga remained absorbed in her favorite TV show, its final episode nearing its conclusion. He shifted on the sofa, anxious to finally get to his room. Today had been intense. After everything he witnessed, he already had a pretty clear idea of what was in the video, but something inside him insisted he had to see it, even though he knew deep down he would regret it.


As he reached the door to his room, a sudden thought crossed his mind—the diary. She had to have written about that night in there. Maybe her words would give him more insight into what she went through. He thought I could watch the video and read the diary at the same time. That way, I’ll understand her thoughts as it all happened.

Srinu waited a little longer, making sure Ganga was fully asleep before he quietly slipped into her room. With slow, deliberate movements, he found the diary tucked away in her closet and retreated back to his room, careful not to make a sound.

He sat down, logged into his computer, and the recovery software displayed five more minutes before completion. He took a deep breath and opened the diary, turning to where he had left off earlier. His eyes skimmed over the words he’d read before—"Please don’t hate me"—and he felt a pang of something heavy in his chest. As he flipped to the next page, he saw the faint marks of dried tears staining the paper.

"She cried writing this," Srinu thought. He could almost feel her pain seeping through the words, her torment etched in every line. It was hard for him to reconcile how the same Ganga who had been so broken was now wandering around, meeting strangers in slums, seemingly without a care.

He continued reading.

"Srinu, I know you weren’t paying attention to their conversation in the theatre, but I need to tell you their names. The younger one, sitting to my left, was Javed. And the older one, the one in the lungi, was Chacha. Javed... he kept holding me tightly, running his hands over my waist, while Chacha was recording everything. I was so humiliated, I screamed for help."

A notification popped up on Srinu’s screen. The recovery was complete.

He glanced at the monitor, then back at the diary. He positioned himself so he could watch the video and read Ganga’s diary at the same time, syncing her words with the nightmare on the screen. The video began playing from where he had paused it earlier, showing Javed pulling Ganga into the room. Chacha was holding his phone, capturing everything.

Chacha (in the video): "Ab pakad le sali randi ko, ab kahan bhaagegi?" [Now, hold her, slut. Where will she run now?]

Javed (laughing): "Chacha, video banana band kar aur uske pair pakad!" [Chacha, stop filming and grab her legs!]

Srinu watched in horror as Chacha pocketed his phone, though it kept recording. He moved toward Ganga’s legs, holding them to keep her still, and then… he started kissing her feet. Srinu's stomach churned at the sight.

He flipped through the diary, searching for Ganga’s thoughts on this moment.

"I was trying to stop Javed with my feet, pushing him away from pulling me further into the room. But then I heard him tell Chacha to grab them. That old, disgusting man… instead of holding them, he started kissing them, even licking them! I kicked at his face, trying to make him stop, but he wouldn’t. He just kept going."



Srinu’s hands trembled as he tried to keep pace with the video. Chacha’s revolting actions mirrored Ganga’s words exactly. He felt an overwhelming mix of anger and nausea. The video showed them dragging Ganga deeper into the room, and they tossed her onto the floor. The room was dirty, filled with construction materials and stained mattresses lying around.

Ganga's diary continued:

"The floor was filthy, and I was thrown so hard that it knocked the wind out of me. As I tried to catch my breath, they both just stood there, staring at me like predators eyeing their prey. I had to run. I had to get out of there before they could do anything else to me."

Srinu’s eyes darted back to the screen. Javed and Chacha were indeed standing there, devouring Ganga with their eyes.

"I pulled myself up and tried to run for the door. I thought I had a chance, but before I could make it, Javed caught me by the waist again. His grip was tight, too tight. He laughed as he pulled me even closer, tighter. I couldn’t move. No matter how much I wiggled or struggled, I couldn’t get away. And then… then my back was pressed against… his… his... penis. Oh god, I hate saying this… forgive me for writing it, but it’s the truth. He pressed his erection against my back like he didn’t care at all how much I was suffering."



Srinu's eyes went wide as the video unfolded exactly as Ganga described. Javed’s filthy grin, the way he rubbed himself against her, ignoring her pain, her cries. He could hear her sobs clearly now in the video, her body shuddering with every disgusting grind.

"That bastard didn’t even hesitate," the diary continued. "He ground himself against me like I was some object, while I cried and begged for it to stop. But he didn’t care. Not for a second."

Srinu continued reading Ganga's diary, his heart heavy with the mixed emotions of rage, disgust, and confusion.

Ganga wrote, Meanwhile, this old man Chacha saw what Javed was doing and didn’t want to miss out.

Chacha (shouting, impatient): "Arey Javed, har baar tu hi enjoy karega kya? Mujhe bhi dena, please!" [Javed, will you always be the one enjoying? Give me a turn, please!]

Javed (annoyed, throwing Ganga towards Chacha): "Le pakad! Tera rona shuru ho gaya." [Take her! You’ve started whining again.]

Srinu watched helplessly as Javed tossed Ganga towards Chacha, as if she were nothing more than an object. She fell face-first into Chacha’s arms.

Chacha (grinning, holding her tight): "Idhar aa, meri bulbul!" [Come here, my little bird!]

Unlike Javed, Chacha was rubbing his erection against Ganga’s soft belly. He tried to kiss her, his lips brushing her face, but she kept turning away. He then leaned down, aiming to lick her breasts, but Ganga, using whatever strength she had left, pushed him away with her hands.



Ganga wrote, They tossed me around like a toy between them a couple more times, both of them rubbing their erections on my body. Srinu, I cannot begin to describe the humiliation of being passed around like a piece of meat between two animals. But there is something else I need to confess... I... I...”

The writing stopped abruptly.

Srinu frowned, staring at the blank space Ganga had left. Why had she stopped? What had she been about to write? He looked at the screen, desperate for the video to give him the missing answers. He fast-forwarded to match what he had read.

In the video, after tossing her back and forth a few more times, it was Javed’s turn to hold her again. He clutched her tightly by the waist and started humping her from behind. Srinu’s breath caught in his throat as he saw the struggle in Ganga’s eyes, the pain on her face. But then, something else appeared—just for a moment—her expression changed, a faint flicker of something different… pleasure?



No, it can’t be, Srinu thought.

Javed spun her around in his arms, laughing as he did. He twirled her a few times before finally letting her go, and she stumbled free, moving away from them both.



Ganga’s diary continued, "I moved away from them, desperate, crying, pleading with them to just take my jewelry, my gold, anything—just let me go. I even told them they could have our ATM cards, I’d give them the pin. I was ready to give them anything, just to escape. But they weren’t moved. That old brute Chacha laughed, saying

Chacha (mocking, laughing): “Ohhh, heroine madam, abhi se paise ki baat kyun kar rahi ho? Ek baar humse chudwa ke dekh lo, fir tum khud hi khushi se paise dogi!” [Oh heroine madam, why are you talking about money so soon? Just fuck us once, and you’ll happily give us your money after that!]

Both Javed and Chacha erupted into laughter, high-fiving each other.

Javed (grinning): “Wah, kya baat ki, Chacha! Heroine madam, bas ek baar humein chance do, fir dekho kaise tum hamare paas bhaagti aati ho!” [Wow, well said, Chacha! Heroine madam, just give us one chance, then watch how you’ll come running back to us!]

Srinu's eyes darkened with rage as he read Ganga’s disbelief.

I couldn’t believe my ears. In our homes, men are always raised to respect women. Look at you, Srinu—you’ve always respected me. But these animals, these savages—they don’t have a shred of decency. How could anyone ask a sanskari housewife like me to—to… forgive me for saying this… fuck them?”

I asked them, feeling disgusted

Ganga (furious, disgusted): “Do you have any shame? How can you talk to me like this? I am a sanskari housewife! I am married!”

Javed seemed taken aback by her words, but Chacha, unfazed, smirked.

Chacha (mocking, with a sly grin): “Arey heroine madam, pehle humein sharm sikhane se pehle, khud ko toh dekh lo! Kya mast taiyaar hoke aayi ho, sab ka khada karvane!” [Oh heroine madam, before teaching us shame, look at yourself! You’ve dressed up so hot, making everyone hard!]

Srinu couldn’t help but agree, despite his anger. Ganga did look stunning in that sari, her cleavage just visible enough to tempt anyone. But he hated himself for thinking it, for understanding what those monsters were saying.

Javed (adding, laughing): “Bilkul sahi bola Chacha! Heroine madam, aap kitni sanskari ho, humne toh theater mein hi dekh liya tha.” [Absolutely right, Chacha! Heroine madam, we already saw how ‘sanskari’ you were at the theater.]

Ganga, confused, asked them what they were talking about.

Ganga (furious): “What the hell are you talking about?”

Javed, smirking, replied.

Javed (grinning): “Interval mein tum apne pati ke seat ko chhodkar mere bagal mein aake baith gayi thi… humse chudwane… hum ussi ki baat kar rahe hain.” [During the interval, you left your husband’s seat and came to sit next to me… wanting to fuck me… that’s what we’re talking about.]

Ganga’s face filled with anger and disbelief.

Ganga (shouting): “What rubbish are you talking about? I only changed my seat because my husband’s seat was uncomfortable!”

Chacha, grinning, interrupted.

Chacha (mocking): “Achha madam ji, toh jab hum bathroom ke bahar khade the, tum hamare beech se apni gaand aur chhati ragadte hue kyun guzri thi?” [Oh really, madam? Then why did you rub your ass and breasts against us when you passed by us outside the bathroom?]

Ganga, fed up, face-palmed herself.

Ganga (exasperated): “I had no choice! You were blocking the way!”

But Javed wasn’t done.

Javed (pressing): “Toh cinema khatam hone ke baad tumne bathroom ka darwaza kyun khola?” [Then why did you unlock the bathroom door after the movie ended?]

Ganga, her patience worn thin, snapped.

Ganga (frustrated): “I didn’t unlock it! The door opened by itself because you were knocking non-stop!”

Srinu’s fists clenched tighter. They had twisted everything. Ganga's every innocent action had been turned into something perverted.

Chacha (persistent, a little irritated):
"Jab sab log humare upar gussa ho rahe the, tum hamare jokes pe kyun has rahi thi? [When everyone was getting angry with us, why were you laughing at our jokes?]"

Ganga (sighing, calm but with a hint of amusement):
"I wasn't laughing at your jokes, Chacha. I was laughing at how both of you were making complete jokers out of yourselves in front of everyone."

Javed (glancing at Chacha, feeling uneasy):
"...Making jokers out of ourselves?"

Chacha (shifting uncomfortably, a bit embarrassed): "Toh tum hum par hass rahi thi, jokes par nahi..." [So, you were laughing at us, not the jokes...]

Ganga (nodding with a slight smirk): "Exactly. You both were acting like clowns, and it was hard not to laugh."

Javed and Chacha exchanging awkward looks, now clearly embarrassed. Silence fills the air, both men feeling a sting of shame after Ganga's candid response.



They both had expected something different—maybe an apology or an explanation that would make them feel better. Instead, Ganga’s words had hit them like a slap, leaving them standing there, exposed and embarrassed.

Srinu paused the video. His heart was pounding, his mind in turmoil. He wasn’t sure how to process everything he had seen. It was too much, too raw, too overwhelming. Ganga’s diary waited on his desk

Ganga’s words from the diary seemed to echo in his head. Srinu's eyes darted across the pages of Ganga’s diary, each word sinking into him like a sharp blade.

Ganga (writing in her diary, calm but matter-of-fact): "I know you’re probably wondering why Javed and Chacha kept bringing up me laughing at their jokes and why they made such a big deal about changing seats during the interval. You must be confused, thinking: ‘When did this all happen?’ Well, let me explain. This all took place while you were busy buying popcorn and drinks during the interval. You weren’t there, and a lot more happened than you know."

Srinu thought, "If only she had known that one day I would be watching the video of what they did while I was buying popcorn and drinks."

Ganga (continuing in her diary): "You’re probably wondering where I went at the end of the movie too, right? Well, I’ll be honest. I had left to get my hair clip that I had forgotten in the bathroom during the interval. But Javed and Chacha followed me. They tried to corner me at the bathroom door, and I had to bolt the door to keep them from entering."

Srinu’s jaw tightened. The image of Javed and Chacha cornering Ganga at the bathroom door resurfaced in his mind. His hands balled into fists.

Ganga (writing honestly): "I have to tell you something, and it might hurt to read this, but I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t lie in this confession. Yes, I did laugh at Javed and Chacha… but I wasn’t laughing at their jokes. I was laughing at how foolish they were, making jokes about themselves and acting like clowns in front of everyone."

Srinu’s grip on the diary tightened, feeling a slight sense of relief that at least Ganga wasn’t entertained by their disgusting antics.

Ganga (pausing in her writing, reflecting): "And yes… I did pass through them while they blocked the bathroom door. I tried to get away, but in the process… my breasts brushed against Javed's chest, and my ass... well, it did touch Chacha’s penis."

Srinu’s heart sank as he read those words. His head throbbed, and his body stiffened. He couldn’t believe what he was reading.

Ganga (continuing, almost apologetic): "I know you’re probably furious reading this. You might be thinking, ‘What the hell was she doing? Why did she let this happen?’ But I’m trying to be as honest as possible, Srinu. I never meant for any of that to happen. But you have to understand… sometimes, in a relationship, things happen. Every husband flirts with other women when his wife isn’t around, and every wife sometimes behaves playfully with other men when her husband isn’t looking. It’s just the nature of people. I didn’t cross any lines, but I didn’t hold back either. It’s hard to explain."

Srinu slammed the diary shut, his pulse quickening. His mind was in chaos. He wanted to scream, to shout at Ganga for betraying him, even though it wasn’t quite a betrayal in the conventional sense. But it felt like one. His emotions raged inside him.

Ganga (reflecting further in her diary, confessing something deeper): "While we’re being honest here, I need to tell you about something that happened when we were newly married, back in our old house. Do you remember how we used to go on those long bike rides? There was one particular day when we were riding, and I felt someone whistling behind me."

Srinu could already sense where this was going. His head throbbed with tension as he read on.

Ganga (writing with a hint of shame): "When I turned around, I saw two college boys staring at me, giving me a signal as if they found me attractive. At first, I didn’t think much of it. But then I looked down, and I realized my saree was flying in the wind, exposing my soft belly and navel area. I quickly adjusted my saree to cover myself.



but when I looked back, one of the boys was making a vulgar gesture toward me. He made a fist with his hand and signaled that he was planning to… masturbate while thinking about me."

Srinu’s throat tightened as he read those words. He could feel the bile rising in his stomach.

Ganga (continuing, her tone more conflicted): "You’re probably thinking I should’ve gotten angry, or that I should’ve scolded them. But I didn’t. I laughed, Srinu. I actually laughed. 



Please don’t hate me for it. I laughed because it was funny… in a twisted way, it was funny how honest that boy was about what he planned to do. He wasn’t hiding it. He was bold and shameless about it."

Srinu’s head spun. He felt a mix of anger, shock, and… confusion.

Ganga (trying to explain herself): "I know, Srinu. You must be furious thinking, ‘Why didn’t she yell at those boys? Why didn’t she tell me?’ The truth is, I didn’t want to cause a scene. I didn’t want you to get into a fight with them and get hurt over something so silly. So, I did what I thought was best. I turned back, gave them a little smile, blew them a kiss, and waved goodbye."



Srinu’s eyes narrowed in disbelief. Ganga, his Ganga, had blown a kiss to those boys? What the hell was going on?

Ganga (writing with a strange sense of pride): "By doing that, I knew they would never have me. They would have no choice but to die wanting me, fantasizing about me while they masturbated, exhausted from their lust. They would regret mistreating a sanskari woman like me."

Srinu Was surprised while reading the diary by how she was unfolding her inner thoughts and also defending her actions

Ganga (writing in her diary, her thoughts full of frustration and reflection): “To my surprise, I was wrong. Those college boys didn’t regret mistreating me. Instead, they started following us after that day. Thank God we moved houses; otherwise, who knows what might have happened? That was a close call. What I'm really trying to say is that women sometimes act playfully with men they want to punish—like I did with those college boys. So, I followed the same strategy with Javed and Chacha at the theatre because they were so rude to me. Srinu, don’t overthink this. All women do this—flirting with strange men—but not all will admit it.”

Srinu (furiously slamming the diary shut): “This fucking whore… she’s been at it since the start! What a disgusting fucking whore!” His breathing heavy with rage, Srinu’s mind was racing. “What else has she been hiding from me?” His curiosity got the better of him, and with trembling hands, he hit play on the video.

Javed (looking sheepishly at Ganga, trying to sound polite): “Excuse me, madam…”

Javed (quickly pulling Chacha aside and whispering): “Chacha, yah to gadbad ho gai. Humne to socha hamari heroine humse chudwana chahti thi, magar yah to kuchh aur bol rahi hai.” [Chacha, this is bad. We thought this heroine wanted to fuck us, but she’s saying something else.]

Chacha (brushing it off casually): “Abe Javed, kya fark padta hai ki vah chudwana chahti hai ki nahin? Hum to use chod denge!” [Javed, what does it matter if she wants to or not? We’ll fuck her anyway!]

Javed (frustrated): “Kya Chacha, har waqt jabardasti ki baat karte ho!” [Chacha, why are you always talking about forcing it?]

Chacha (grinning, nudging him): “To fir kya karein? Chhod dein use?” [So what, we just let her go?]

Javed (smiling slyly, formulating a plan): “Nahin, Chacha, mere paas ek tarkeeb hai. Jisse jabardasti bhi nahin hogi, aur hum use chod bhi payenge.” [No, Chacha. I’ve got a plan. We won’t even need to force her, and we’ll still get to fuck her.]

Chacha (eyes lighting up, eager to know more): “Achcha? Agar aisi baat hai, to batao kya hai tarkeeb!” [Oh yeah? If that’s the case, tell me what the plan is!]

Javed (smirking, showing off): “Batane ka kya fayda hai, dikhata hoon.” [What’s the point in telling you? I’ll show you.]

They both returned to Ganga with confident smirks.

Javed (trying to sound calm, but with a sly tone): “Madam, let’s not argue about who seduced whom.”

Ganga (frustrated, raising her voice): “I never seduced anyone! You misunderstood my actions!”

Javed (putting up his hands in mock surrender): “Okay, okay, madam. Let’s not jump to conclusions. I have a plan that will settle the question of who came onto whom.”

Ganga (irritated, cutting him off): “I don’t care about your plan. I just want to go back to my husband!”

Javed (glancing at Chacha, both sharing a knowing laugh): “Madam, I don’t think you understand the situation you’re in. You don’t have a choice. You will do as we say.”

Ganga (voice trembling, pleading): “Please… don’t do this. I’m begging you.”

Chacha (grinning wickedly, voice dripping with malice): “Then do what we say, and you can go to your husband.”

Javed (in a softer, persuasive tone): “Yes, madam. Do what we say, and we promise—you’ll be back with your husband.”

Ganga (her silence betraying her defeat, unable to resist anymore): Ohh God why is this happening to me?

Javed (sensing her submission, pressing forward): “We’ll make this simple. All you need to do is play a little game of heads or tails.”

Ganga (perplexed, her voice barely above a whisper): “What kind of game?”

Javed (with a sly grin, explaining): “If you win, you win. If we win, you lose.”

Ganga (her hope returning for a brief moment): “That’s it? Just a coin toss?”

Javed (smirking wider, ready to crush her hope): “But if you lose, you’ll have to take off one piece of clothing.”

Ganga (fuming, stepping back in anger): “What kind of disgusting game is this? I’m not playing!”

Javed (mockingly calm): “Oh, don’t worry, madam. If we lose, we’ll take off one of our clothes too.”

Chacha (gleeful, rubbing his hands together): “Wah! What a fun game, Javed!”

Ganga (glowering, her voice hard and defiant): “Do you think I’m stupid? No matter what, I’ll lose.”

Javed (proudly showing off his plan): “Oh no, madam. You have a 50-50 chance. Whoever gets naked first loses. If we get naked first you win and you can go to your husband.”

Ganga (thinking quickly, refusing again): “No! This is a trap. I’m not playing!”

Javed (shrugging, his tone darkening): “That’s your choice, madam. But if you don’t want to play, then we have no choice but to force ourselves on you.”

Chacha (grinning from the side, leaning forward eagerly): “Yes, madam. And don’t cry about it later, saying we didn’t give you a chance to escape when we fuck you.”

Ganga (tears starting to flow, voice trembling in desperation): “Please… just let me go…”

Chacha (losing patience, moving forward): “Arey Javed, yah to natak karti rahegi. Game-wame sab bekaar! Chhod dete hain ise!” [Javed, she’s just pretending. Forget the game! Let’s just fuck her!]

Ganga (panicking, stepping back quickly): “Wait! Give me a moment… let me think!”

Javed (smirking, rubbing himself over his pants, teasing): “Take all the time you want, madam. We’ll also take our time… sharpening our weapons.”

Ganga (writing in her diary, the pain clear in her words): “Srinu, you must be wondering if I played the game. Yes, Srinu, I did. Please don't think ill of me, What choice did I have? If playing that game was the only way to get back to you… then I was ready to even make a deal with the devil.”

Ganga (sucking back her tears, standing tall, speaking with quiet resolve): “Okay. I’ll play the game. But on one condition—I get to choose which clothes to remove, and how much I remove.”

Javed (exchanging glances with Chacha, both nodding in agreement, turning back to her with a grin): “Fair enough, madam. You know what? I’ll even let you choose the first toss.”

Srinu (sitting on the edge of his seat, his pulse racing as the video played out): “What kind of sick game is this?” His eyes glued to the screen, he watched Javed flip the coin, his heart pounding as Ganga called the toss.

Ganga (voice shaky but determined): “Tails.”

Javed (grinning slyly as he caught the coin, his hands slowly opening without showing the result to Ganga, his face feigning defeat): “Oh, madam, you won.”

Javed (turning to Chacha, almost mockingly): “Chalo, Chacha, apna kapda utaro.” [Come on, Chacha, take off your clothes.]

Chacha (grinning wickedly, his eyes glued to Ganga): “Which one should I remove, madam? My shirt or my lungi?” His voice carried a sickening playfulness, hoping for a reaction.

Ganga (her face twisting in disgust, glaring at Chacha briefly before turning her head away, unable to bear looking at him): Asshole!

Javed (with a smug smile, voice dripping with double meaning): “Arey Chacha, pehle shirt utaro, baad mein utarna padega.” [Oh, Chacha, take off your shirt first. Later, we’ll get to the rest.]

Chacha eagerly unbuttoning his filthy shirt, tossing it to the side carelessly. His bare chest was revealed—pale, flabby, and covered with white, wiry hair. His bloated belly jutted out in all directions, the sight revolting to both Ganga and Srinu.

Javed (tossing the coin again for the second time, flipping it expertly in his hands): Call it madam.

Ganga (hesitating but finally calling out, still refusing to look at Chacha): “Heads.”

Javed (opening his palm and showing the coin this time with a playful smile): “Ohh, madam, you’re very lucky. It’s heads—you won again!”

Javed without hesitation, casually removing his shirt for losing the toss. His lean, muscular body came into view, the white cut banyan underneath stark against his fit physique.

Ganga glancing up at Javed briefly, her eyes acknowledging his fit, athletic frame before quickly looking away, down at the floor, her shame and disgust swallowing her whole

Javed (flipping the coin for the third time, his confidence still high, the air between them thick with tension): Madam call it.

Ganga (her voice firm this time, calling again): “Heads.”

Javed (grinning widely as he caught the coin, showing it to Ganga with a flourish): “Look, madam, you won again! At this pace, you’ll be with your husband in no time.”

Ganga for the first time, a small smile crept onto her lips, the faint glimmer of hope shining in her eyes.

Srinu (watching intently, his fists clenching as he noticed Ganga’s smile, his heart aching with mixed emotions): “How could she smile...?”

Ganga (writing later in her diary, her words carefully chosen): “For the first time since the attack, I felt a glimmer of hope. Winning the toss felt like I was winning my way back to you, Srinu. It was my only chance.”

Chacha (jumping in, full of eagerness): “Kya main apni lungi utaar dun?” [Should I remove my lungi now?]

Javed (laughing, shaking his head): “Arey, ruko Chacha! Pehle main apni banyan utaarta hoon.” [Hold on, Chacha! First, I’ll take off my banyan.]

Javed removing his banyan with ease, revealing his chiseled, lean frame, muscles flexing under his taut skin

Srinu (watching Ganga’s expression closely in the video, his heart sinking as he noticed her eyes linger a moment too long on Javed’s body): “She looked at him longer than she should have…”