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Javed (flipping the coin for the fourth time, this time with a confident smirk): Madam you know what to do.


Ganga (pausing, deep in thought, finally calling out softly): “Tails.”

Javed (his excitement obvious as he opened his hand): “Bad luck, madam, it’s heads. You lost.”

Chacha (interrupting impatiently from the side, eyes gleaming with greed): “Madam, ab aapko kapde utarne padenge.” [Madam, now you have to remove your clothes.]

Ganga closing her eyes, her body tense, sulking slightly as the reality of her loss sank in, knowing she now had to strip something off.

Srinu watching with dread as the tension mounted, Ganga’s hesitation palpable through the screen.

Javed and Chacha their eyes glistening with anticipation, their breath heavy as they stared at her like pigs ready to feast.

Ganga finally opening her eyes, taking a deep breath, her resolve firm as she lifted her right hand to her left wrist and, without a word, removed her watch. She then looked at both Javed and Chacha’s dumbfounded faces, her expression cold and calculated, making it clear that she was done stripping.

Chacha (bursting out in frustration, his voice laced with anger): “Yeh kya hai, madam? Aapko kapde utarne the!” [What is this, madam? You were supposed to remove your clothes!]

Javed (also chiming in, his frustration barely hidden): “Haan, madam, yeh watch nahi chalti!” [Yes, madam, your watch doesn’t count!]

Ganga (calmly raising her left hand to silence them, her voice sharp but composed): “Did you both forget the condition I put before playing this game? I get to choose what I remove, not you.”

Javed and Chacha exchanging embarrassed glances, once again acknowledging that Ganga had outplayed them, the humiliation evident in their eyes.

Javed (turning to Ganga with a cunning smile): “Okay, madam, let’s continue. Since you lost this time, it’s our turn to call the toss.” He flipped the coin and, with a confident smirk, called, “Heads.”

Ganga her heart sank as Javed opened his hand, revealing she had lost again. She sighed, a flicker of disappointment crossing her face.

Javed (pretending to encourage her, his voice dripping with feigned sympathy): “Don’t worry, madam. You’ll have plenty of chances to win—just keep playing.”

Chacha (chuckling as he leaned closer, eagerly adding): “Yes, madam, Javed is right. Don’t let a couple of losses bring you down.”

Chacha (before Ganga could think of outsmarting them again, quickly moving his hand to rest it on her ass): “Madam, I think you should remove your saree this time.”

Javed (placing his hand on her chest, his tone mockingly sweet): “No, no, madam. It should be your blouse this time.”

Ganga her eyes widening in shock, feeling their hands intrusively placed on her, disgust flooding her expression Without hesitation, she slapped their hands away.

Ganga (furious, her voice sharp): “Keep your dirty hands off me! This is the last time I’m saying this—I’ll decide what to remove, not you.”

Javed (rubbing his hand where she’d slapped it, an amused glint in his eyes): “Okay, madam, don’t be so angry. We’d have kept our hands off if you’d just given us a chance to sleep with you.”

Chacha (nodding eagerly): “Yes, madam, just give us a chance.”

Ganga (glaring at them, her voice steely): “Just shut up, both of you.”

Ganga (writing later in her diary, her frustration clear): “Srinu, I was furious. How dare they touch me and demand I remove my clothes? They actually thought that by touching me, they could manipulate me into doing what they wanted. They’re fools.”

Javed (smiling slyly): “Alright, madam, we’ll be quiet. But you still have to remove something.”

Ganga gritting her teeth, her anger evident as she raised her hands to reach the back of her head. Her action unintentionally lifted her chest, drawing the eager stares of Javed and Chacha, who couldn’t resist feasting their eyes on the sight. Ignoring them, she removed her hairband with a forceful tug, her long, beautiful hair cascading down in waves around her shoulders, making her look even more stunning.



Javed and Chacha both momentarily lost, their eyes wide as they drank in her beauty, forgetting the game for a second

Ganga (noticing their dumbstruck faces, adjusting her hair with a cold expression): “Let’s continue the game.”



Both Javed and Chacha snapped out of their trance, refocusing on the game. Javed took the coin, flipping it confidently and calling out, "Tails." Ganga watched as it spun in the air before landing in Javed’s hand. He opened his palm, smirking, “Madam, you've won again!”

Chacha, thrilled by the result, bounced forward with a wide grin.

Chacha (excitedly): "Great! I’ll take off my lungi!"

Javed (laughing): “What’s with you, Chacha? Always so keen to strip down. Think you’re a bodybuilder or something?”

Chacha (smirking, gesturing at his crotch): "Bodybuilders have muscles everywhere, but I’ve got mine exactly where they count."

With a smug wink, Chacha yanked off his lungi, standing proudly in his worn-out, tattered underwear. Ganga, horrified but unable to look away, caught a glimpse of a large hole in front, giving a view of his thick cock straining beneath. She gasped, eyes widening in shock before quickly turning her head.



Javed, barely able to contain his laughter, chacha clapped javed on the shoulder.

Chacha (chuckling): "Alright, enough laughing, Chacha. Let's get back to the game."

Javed flipped the coin again, calling out “Tails.” But once more, Ganga won.

Javed let out an exaggerated sigh and turned to her with a hint of playful defeat.

Javed: "Madam, seems like it’s my turn now."

He removed his pants, now standing beside Chacha in just his underwear. Srinu, watching the footage, noticed Ganga’s quick glance toward Javed’s form before she looked away, her expression one of discomfort mixed with reluctant curiosity.



Javed noticed Ganga’s gaze lingering a bit too long on him, and, seizing the opportunity, he started flexing his muscles like a show-off bodybuilder.

Javed (smugly, striking a pose): "Chacha, check out these muscles!" (pointing to his abs) "See? Six-pack. Meanwhile, you’ve got yourself a family pack!"

Chacha shot him a look, unphased, patting his own belly with a proud grin.

Chacha (defiant): "You might have those fancy muscles, but strength? That's something I’ve got more of than you, Javed!"

With that, Chacha joined in, imitating Javed’s poses, attempting to flex his non-existent muscles while pushing out his belly as if it were his prized possession. Srinu, watching the video, expected Ganga to be disgusted by their ridiculous display. But to his surprise, she giggled, unable to help herself.



Ganga wrote, "Srinu, I know you must be baffled, seeing me laugh at a moment like this. But there was something so absurd, so ridiculous about these two buffoons acting like apes, as if their antics would impress me. And yet, despite laughing at them, I’ve never felt this much shame. To have two strangers standing in nothing but their underwear in front of me, flaunting themselves…it’s a punishment I must’ve earned in some previous life."

Srinu felt a strange mix of surprise and confusion over Ganga’s conflicted feelings. Javed and Chacha, catching her laughter, doubled down, striking even sillier poses, feeding off her reaction.

Ganga quickly regained her composure, clearing her throat.

Ganga (firmly): "Alright, enough of this nonsense. Toss the coin. Let’s just finish the game."

Javed and Chacha straightened up, nodding, though the smug grins on their faces lingered, clearly pleased with the attention.

Javed tossed the coin again, and this time, Ganga lost. She was staring at her hands, preparing to remove her bangles as per the rules. But Javed wasn’t satisfied with this minimal move. With a quick nod to Chacha, he signaled him to pull her saree away. Without missing a beat, Chacha grabbed her pallu and yanked it hard, causing Ganga to spin around in shock.



Ganga (furious): “I’m done with this game! You both broke my rules!”

Javed, quick to manage the situation, held up his hands to calm her down.

Javed (soothingly): “Please, madam, don’t get angry. Don’t stop playing! You’re really close to winning. Just two more wins, and we’ll be completely naked, and then you can go to your husband.”

Chacha nodded enthusiastically, joining in with an apologetic tone.

Chacha (pleading): “Sorry, madam, for pulling your saree. But don’t give up now! You’re so close. If you just get our underwear off, you’ll win.”

Ganga took a deep breath, her anger still simmering but acknowledging the logic in their words.

she later wrote, "I wanted to stop playing right then, Srinu. When that idiot Chacha pulled my saree, I almost walked out. But their argument made sense… just a few more rounds, and I’d win. I thought if I played along, I could finally come to you.”

As she reached to put her saree back on, Javed interrupted her with a sly smirk.

Javed (teasing): “Ah, madam, no putting clothes back on. Once it’s off, it stays off till the game is finished. Or we’ll put our clothes back on too.”

Chacha chimed in, echoing Javed’s condition with a grin. Ganga, realizing she had no choice, let the saree remain on the floor. She now stood in just her blouse, which was fitted tightly over her chest, and her langa, while her mangalsutra dangled just above her exposed cleavage.



Ganga became hyper-aware of her body; with the saree gone, her soft belly and cleavage were fully visible. She noticed both Javed and Chacha’s eyes tracing every inch, and they weren’t even subtle about it.

Javed moved closer, eyes glued to her chest, his tone almost reverent.

Javed (admiringly): “People like us don’t ever get to see something like this. We’re blessed today, Chacha.”



Chacha circled around to her back, openly ogling her exposed skin, his tone dripping with appreciation.



Chacha (hungrily): “Madam, I’ve never seen a woman with such curves.”