Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

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Character Reference: Charaters

Bus Stand

Srinu (groggily rubbing his eyes, voice hoarse): “Ganga…?”

He sits up, glances around the room, then frowns. The sheets on Ganga’s side are cold. Distant laughter echoes from downstairs. He swings his legs off the bed, bare feet hitting the floor.

Srinu (muttering under his breath): “To whom is she talking…?”
He pads downstairs, his footsteps silent on the creaky wooden stairs. Peering around the corner, he spots Ganga leaning against the kitchen counter, phone pressed to her ear.

Ganga (giggling, twirling her hair): “Priya, stop! You’re making me blush!”
Srinu freezes. His jaw tightens as he ducks behind the wall, ears straining.

Srinu (fists clenched): Priya…? After what I read last night in Ganga’s diary, Priya kissing Ganga.


Ganga (laughing louder): “No, you’re the shameless one! Okay, okay… see you there, darling. Bye!”
She hangs up, humming to herself. Srinu steps into the kitchen, feigning calm.

Ganga (noticing him, hands on hips): “Finally, you got up! You’ve been waking up so late these days. And you were in the bathroom forever last night. Stomach issues?”
Srinu’s throat goes dry. Her tone is light, but his mind races.

Srinu (forcing a smile): “Just… felt uneasy. Took time to fall asleep.”
Ganga strides toward him, mischief in her eyes. She pinches his bicep playfully, then slaps his hand.

Ganga (mock-scolding, pouting): “Uneasy, huh? Is that why you decided to bite my lips instead?”
She tilts her head, pointing to her slightly swollen lower lip. A faint bruise glows under the morning light.

Ganga (slapping his hand again, louder this time): “Look at this! How do I explain it to my family at the wedding? ‘Oh, Srinu got carried away’? They’ll die laughing!”
Srinu’s gaze lingers on her lips. The diary’s words flash in his mind—Priya’s lips… soft…—and heat pools in his stomach. He leans in instinctively, but Ganga slaps his hand a third time.

Ganga (exasperated): “Srinu! Are you even listening? What do I tell them?”
He blinks, snapping back. Shrugs, feigning innocence.

Ganga (rolling her eyes, but softening): “Ugh, every time you do this… I’m always covering up for you.”
Srinu pulls her into a hug, his arms tight around her waist. His mind churns.

Srinu (murmuring into her hair): “I’m sorry, baby. We’ll get ointment later, okay?”
Ganga melts against him, her fingers tracing his back. He smells her coconut shampoo, feels her warmth, but all he can think is—

Srinu (inner monologue, tense): Why was she talking to Priya? Does she suspect I read the diary?

Ganga melted in his hug. She hugged him tightly.

Ganga (muffled against his chest): “I’ll miss you so much… Wish you could come to the wedding.”
He stiffens. Her words give him an opening.

Srinu (stroking her hair, casually): “Me too. But this work thing… It’s important.”
Work. A lie. What he really needs is to confront Priya.

Ganga (pulling back, pouting): “What’s more important than family?”
Before he can answer, she gasps, clapping her hands.

Srinu (stern): "Ooh! It's very important for me"

By which he meant talking to Priya about her past.

Ganga (brightly): “Oh! We need to stop by Priya’s before the bus stand. She’s giving me something for the trip.”
Srinu’s pulse spikes. Priya. Again.

Srinu (frowning): “Why Priya’s? What’s—”
*Her phone rings—Priya’s name flashes on the screen. Ganga darts away, answering with a breathy “Hi!”

Ganga (over her shoulder): “I’ll explain on the way! Go freshen up. Tiffin’s ready!”

In the bathroom, Srinu leans against the sink, staring at his reflection. Cold water splashes his face, but it does nothing to cool the heat in his veins. The diary’s words replay—

Srinu (inner monologue, voice trembling): Ganga and Priya… kissing…
His hand drifts downward, unbidden. The image of them—lips locked, tangled in each other—floods his mind. His penis got hard, shame and desire warring in his chest.

Srinu (muttering, breath ragged): “What the hell is wrong with me…?”
But he doesn’t stop. The fantasy consumes him—Ganga’s moans, Priya’s hands in her hair— This only made him more desperate to meet Priya and know more about Ganga's past.

Later, dressed and composed, Srinu meets Ganga downstairs. Her bags are packed, her bruised lip glossed over. They eat breakfast in silence, tension thick between them.

Ganga (breaking the quiet, cheerful): “Ready to see Priya?”
Srinu nods, jaw clenched. The name tastes bitter on his tongue. Then, locking the house, they went to Priya's house. 

The road stretched ahead, flanked by tall trees swaying in the morning breeze. Srinu adjusted his grip on the handlebar as he rode his bike, Ganga sitting behind him, her arms loosely wrapped around his waist. The rhythmic hum of the engine was the only sound between them for a while.

Ganga (leaning forward, resting her chin on his shoulder): "Are you sure you’ll be fine without me for a few days?"

Srinu smirked, glancing at her reflection in the bike's side mirror.

Srinu: "Don't worry, I'll be fine, you just enjoy your time with your family."

Ganga rested her head on srinu's shoulder.

Srinu couldn’t hold back his curiosity. Was Ganga suspicious of him reading her diary? He had to know.

Srinu (casually): "Why all of a sudden do you want to meet Priya?"

Ganga (calmly): "Oh, it’s nothing. She wanted to give me her gift for my cousin’s wedding."

Srinu (raising an eyebrow): "Why couldn’t she give it herself?"

Ganga (matter-of-factly): "She said she couldn’t make it to the wedding because she had to stay back."

Feeling relieved, Srinu said, "Oh, that’s why you were talking to Priya on the phone this morning."

Ganga (smiling): "Yes, that’s the reason she called. She told me to come and pick up her gift."

After another fifteen minutes of riding through the winding streets, they finally reached Priya’s neighborhood. It was a quiet residential area lined with houses that had small gardens bursting with flowers. Priya’s house stood at the far end, a simple yet elegant two-story home with a white exterior and a small balcony on the upper floor.

As Srinu slowed the bike to a stop, Ganga hopped off effortlessly, stretching her arms.

Ganga (cheerfully): "Ahh, finally! I was starting to get stiff sitting there."

Srinu chuckled and parked the bike properly, turning off the ignition. Ganga wasted no time and walked up to the wooden gate, pressing the doorbell.

A faint chime echoed inside.

Seconds later, footsteps approached from within. The door creaked open, revealing Priya, her dark brown eyes lighting up instantly. She was dressed in a simple yet elegant blue saree, her long, wavy hair cascading over one shoulder. Her lips curled into a radiant smile.

Priya (excitedly): "Ganga! You’re here!"

Without hesitation, she lunged forward, pulling Ganga into a tight hug. Ganga squealed, wrapping her arms around Priya’s waist.

Ganga (laughing): "Of course, yaar! I told you we’d be here early!"

Priya (teasing): "Early? It’s almost 10 AM! I was expecting you at 8."

Srinu stood a step behind, watching the two women embrace. Srinu’s mind immediately flashed to the image of Ganga and Priya kissing. He could only think—what if they started kissing right in front of him? Just the thought of it made his penis hard in his pants. Srinu struggled to keep his mind in control. He had seen Ganga and Priya hug many times before, but this time, it felt different.

His gaze traveled over Priya, noticing how her saree hugged her curves, the subtle hint of her collarbones peeking through the neckline. Srinu could smell the scent of priya's floral perfume mixed Ganga's body fragrance. Srinu thought Probably this is how Heaven must smell. 

Priya let go of Ganga and turned towards Srinu.

Priya (smiling, extending her hand): "Hi Srinu, how are you? It’s really good to see you."

Srinu stood frozen for a few moments, admiring Priya’s beauty. He finally extended his hand and shook hers.

Srinu (softly): "Hello Priya, I am fine."

As he felt the softness of her hand, Srinu thought—Priya had always been beautiful, but after reading about her in Ganga’s diary, she looked completely different in his eyes. He realized he was massaging her palm as their handshake lingered longer than necessary. Priya exchanged a suspicious look with Srinu from the corner of her eyes. 

Srinu could not help but imagine himself with Priya. He thought about how tasty and juicy those lips would be. He wanted to bite her cheeks, her dimples. His gaze drifted down to her breasts—her slight cleavage looked delicious. He looked at her curvy body, realizing she was as curvy as Ganga herself. His imagination was getting out of hand.

Priya, noticing his lingering gaze, flicked her eyebrows with a naughty smile as if asking him—"What are you thinking about?"

Srinu was taken aback by Priya’s flirtatious teasing. He quickly let go of her hand.

Priya turned to Ganga and invited them inside. As they stood in the living room, Ganga asked, "Where is your husband?"

Priya (casually): "Oh, he already left for work. Can I get you guys something to drink?"

Priya moved towards the kitchen.

Ganga shook her head. "Sorry, darling, we have to run. Srinu has to drop me at the bus stand and then go to work."

Priya tilted her head, her eyes narrowing with curiosity. "Bus stand? Why? Srinu’s not coming with you?"

Ganga sighed. "No, he has some work. He said he’ll join me later on the wedding day."

Priya turned to Srinu, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "I never thought Srinu could have more important work than you, Ganga."

Ganga also turned towards Srinu, her expression suddenly sharp. "Yeah, what could be more important than your own wife, Srinu?"

Srinu shifted uncomfortably under their scrutinizing eyes. He had no answer that wouldn’t make him sound suspicious. To escape their interrogation, he hastily urged, "Let’s just get the gift, Ganga. We’re running late."

Ganga turned back to Priya. "Go get my gift."

Priya smirked knowingly before walking into her bedroom. A few moments later, she returned with a neatly wrapped package and handed it over to Ganga.

"My cousin is going to be very angry with you for not coming to the wedding," Ganga teased, shaking her head.

Priya pouted playfully. "Please, Ganga, do me a favor. Convince her that I have important work."

Ganga grinned wickedly. "Hmm, this favor won’t come for free."

Priya narrowed her eyes. "Oh? And what favor do you want in return?"

Ganga turned to Srinu and smirked. "I want you to feed Srinu while I’m gone. The doctors said he should eat homemade food."

Priya looked at Srinu with a glimmer of amusement in her eyes. With deliberate slowness, she adjusted her saree’s pallu, making sure it covered her breasts—but not before giving him a teasing glimpse of her cleavage. Then, in a deliberately sultry tone, she said, "Oh, don’t worry, Ganga. I will feed him well."



Srinu’s heart skipped a beat. Was she really flirting with him in front of Ganga? Or was he just imagining it? Before he could process it, Ganga let out a delighted squeal and pounced on Priya, hugging her tightly.

"Thank you, Priya! You’re the best!"

Srinu, still recovering from Priya’s suggestive tone, muttered a quiet thank you in his thoughts. This arrangement was the perfect excuse to meet Priya again—to understand her, to know what she truly meant to Ganga… and maybe, to explore the burning curiosity growing inside him.

With the gift in hand, they finally left for the bus stand, leaving Priya standing at her doorstep.

Srinu and Ganga reached the bus stand.

The newly renovated bus stand was bustling with activity. The high-speed internet made communication seamless, and the CCTV cameras watched over everything like silent sentinels. The station had an air of modern efficiency, yet it still carried the familiar scent of travel—diesel, fresh newspapers, and hot chai from nearby stalls.

At platform number 5, the bus Srinu had booked for Ganga stood in its designated spot—a sleek, modern AC sleeper coach, built for long-distance travel. The tinted windows reflected the bright lights of the terminal, and the hum of the AC compressors was barely audible over the ambient noise. The bus, fitted with surveillance cameras, covered every angle inside, ensuring safety for its passengers.

The journey ahead was a full night’s ride, spanning multiple towns and highways before reaching Ganga’s village, where her cousin's wedding was set to take place.

Srinu lifted Ganga’s luggage and Priya’s gift, placing them carefully inside the bus trunk. He dusted his hands and turned to Ganga.

Srinu (guiding her): "Come on, let’s find your seat."

They climbed into the bus, the cool blast of the air conditioning immediately contrasting the warmth of the outside world. Srinu led her to her berth, a comfortable sleeper bed near the window.

Ganga (smiling, running her fingers on the seat): "This is nice! Sleeper beds are a blessing for long journeys. I can actually relax."

Srinu (chuckling, adjusting the seat controls): "Yeah, see this? You can control the AC from here. And if you want to climb to the upper berth, just use this handle."

Ganga nodded, impressed.

They sat side by side, waiting for the bus to start. Small talk flowed between them—about the wedding and how modern this new bus system was.

Eventually, the bus driver climbed in, adjusted his seat, and started the engine. The low hum of the powerful machine vibrated through the floor.

Srinu (softly): "Time to say goodbye."

Ganga (pouting playfully): "Already? Just when I was getting comfortable."

Srinu stood up, feeling a strange emptiness as he moved towards the exit. Ganga followed him to the doorway, hesitating for a moment before reaching out and hugging him tightly.

Ganga (whispering near his ear): "Take care, okay?"

Srinu (hugging her back): "You too. Call me when you reach."

He stepped off the bus, watching as Ganga moved to her seat near the window. The driver shifted gears, and the bus reversed out of the parking bay, aligning itself onto the main road.

Srinu stood there, watching intently. Ganga pulled her curtain aside, revealing her radiant smile. She waved at him, then, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, she blew him a few kisses.

Srinu pretends to be happy. But deep inside, he felt her kisses would have made him really happy if she had never cheated on him.

Just then, the bus halted abruptly after moving a few meters. Srinu’s brows furrowed.

A man had stepped in front of the bus, stopping it with a casual wave.

Srinu observed as the driver rolled down his window, speaking to the stranger. The conversation was brief, the driver nodding before opening the doors. The man climbed aboard happily, as if he had finally caught his ride.

Srinu's eyes narrowed.

Srinu (murmuring to himself): "That man's face... looks familiar."

But before he could place him, the bus doors closed, and the vehicle resumed its journey.

Srinu turned back towards Ganga’s window, expecting another playful wave, but…

The curtain was fully drawn.

A strange, uneasy feeling settled in his stomach.

Srinu (frowning): "That's strange!"

The bus picked up speed, soon disappearing into the highway, leaving Srinu standing there, lost in thought.

With nothing else to do, Srinu headed toward his bike and rode to his office.

Once he settled into his chair, the first thing he did was pull out his phone and call Ganga.

Ganga (picking up instantly, teasing): "Oh? You miss me already?"

Srinu (chuckling): "Yeah, I do miss you already. Just wanted to check on you."

They spoke for a few minutes—Ganga describing her seat, how the AC was too cold, and how she had already started munching on the snacks she packed.

Before hanging up, Srinu reminded her:

Srinu (gently): "Call me when you reach, okay?"

Ganga (softly): "I will."

The call ended, and Srinu leaned back in his chair, exhaling deeply.

For the first time in a while, he was alone.

And that meant…

Srinu (smirking to himself): "Now, I can finally read her diary without any interruptions."

But that wasn't the only thought racing through his mind.

He tapped his fingers on the table, deep in contemplation.

Srinu (thinking): "With Ganga gone, I can also meet Priya every day… and learn more about her past."

His gaze darkened slightly, lips curving into a mischievous smirk.

Srinu (murmuring): "And maybe… I should take a trip to Raniganj. Meet Swati. Find out more about that place she called Adda."

A new wave of curiosity coursed through him.

The game had just begun.