Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

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Detective Board

Srinu sat down on the edge of the bed, Ganga’s diary heavy in his hands. His eyes lingered on the last line of the current page:


“Hello? This is Constable Sundari. Who is speaking?”

He stared at it in silence.

Did Ganga actually tell Sundari about Javed after he left the house? Srinu's heart thumped against his chest. He needed to know. He needed closure.

He eagerly turned to the next page, expecting a continuation of the conversation between Ganga and Sundari.

But what he saw next… left him confused.

The page wasn’t about Sundari. In fact, it had nothing to do with that night or Javed at all.

In fact, the entry was about the day when Srinu first learned about the diary, the day when Srinu hid behind the wall to catch Ganga with the auto wala but found out about Ranga the thief.  

Where was the rest?

Srinu flipped back and forth between the pages in growing panic. Something was wrong.

He noticed how the diary didn’t make sense. The timeline was off. Pages were missing.

He held the book closer to his face, inspecting it carefully—and that’s when he saw it.

Torn edges. Jagged. Fresh. Pages had been ripped out.

A chill ran through him. His breath caught in his throat.

“No… no no no…”

Srinu slammed the diary down on the floor. It hit the tiles with a heavy thud.

Srinu (shouting): “Fuck! How the hell am I supposed to know what happened now? What happened to Ganga? How the hell did she become Ranigunj ki Randi Rani!?”

His voice echoed in the room. His fists clenched. His temples pulsed.

That diary—his only link to what Ganga went through during those missing three weeks when he was lying unconscious in the hospital—was now useless.

He sat back in his chair, completely lost.

His eyes drifted to his phone lying beside the diary. It lit up with a soft buzz. A spam message.

He ignored the message but noticed the time: 8:24 PM.

Had he really been reading so long?

Time always seemed to blur when he was lost in Ganga’s writing. The pain, the guilt, the vulnerability in her words—he felt every word burn into his skin.

His thumb hovered over the phone screen. That’s when he noticed Ganga’s picture as his wallpaper. Her smile. That innocent, beautiful smile.

It always used to make him happy.

But now?

Now it only brought a deep ache… and more questions.

Even though he felt lost, disappointed, and heart-crushingly saddened, deep down in his heart, the love and care for Ganga made him question whether she was alright, as she was traveling alone in the bus to her village.

It rang.

No answer.

Srinu frowned and called again.

While the call rang, his eyes shifted to the diary lying on the floor, splayed open in defeat.

But then… something caught his eye.

A small piece of paper… peeking out from the inside cover.

He cut the call mid-ring, bent down and picked up the diary again.

There it was.

Tucked between the cover and the last glued page—a folded note.

He pulled it out carefully.

It was a piece of torn paper with a phone number scribbled on one side.

Srinu turned it over.

His breath hitched.

Written in hurried handwriting:

“Constable Sundari.”

That was it.

That was the answer.

The moment when Ganga called Sundari after Javed left… and suddenly all the pages involving Sundari were gone?

Something about Sundari didn’t feel right.

Srinu remembered clearly what Ganga wrote about her before:

The way Sundari touched her, how her fingers lingered just a little too long.

The way she seduced Ganga when she first meet in the hospital

And now, conveniently, everything about her was gone.

Srinu knew deep in his gut—Sundari knew what happened.

She had to.

She was the only one Ganga reached out to… and then… silence.

Srinu clutched the paper. He had to talk to her. That was the only way to find out about the 3 weeks.

But just as he started to dial…

A voice exploded in his head..

Yang (shouting in anger): “Who the hell is this new lady now?! We need to talk! How many more people do we need to follow, spy, and talk to?! How much more proof do you need to know that Ganga is a whore?! Like I already said, we have video proof. Let’s kill her already!”

Srinu snapped back, jaw clenched.

Srinu (growling in frustration): “I told you already! It’s not just about Ganga. I want everybody involved in this!”

Then came the calm, composed voice.

Yin (softly but firmly): “Srinu is right. We need to know what happened. We should talk to Sundari. She’s the only clue to those missing three weeks.”

Yang scoffed loudly, completely annoyed.

Yang (rolling his eyes): “Sundari? Priya? Who is it again? I’m so confused! This is getting so fucking complicated! I can’t keep track of them anymore!”

Yin gave a subtle nod, understanding but persistent.

Yin: “Yes, Srinu… it is getting complicated.”

Srinu took a deep breath, closing his eyes.

Srinu (with quiet resolve): “I know. I need to simplify things... if I’m going to understand what really happened.”

Yang (curtly): How do you plan on doing that?

Srinu looked up, eyes burning with determination.

Srinu: “I think I have an idea.”

Without another word, he grabbed the diary and the note, pocketed his phone, and walked out of the bedroom.

He headed downstairs to his office room, a new plan already forming in his head.

srinu pushed the door open and stepped into his office. Srinu grabbed a handful of markers and a stack of sticky notes from his desk drawer.

Srinu walked to the whiteboard in the far corner. This whiteboard was usually covered in my work — clean lines of code structure, algorithm flows, branching decision trees.

But not tonight.

srinu flipped the board over, revealing its plain brown cardboard backside.

srinu began scribbling furiously on the sticky notes — names, events, places — and started pasting them randomly across the board.

Then srinu stepped back, squinting.

Srinu (muttering to himself): “No… this isn’t clear enough…”

srinu tore away several notes, rewrote them with more precision, stuck them back up… then repeated the process again and again until srinu felt something click in my mind.

Satisfied, srinu grabbed a coil of red repair wire from my toolbox.

One by one, srinu began connecting the sticky notes with the red wire, making it look like an old-fashioned detective board — each wire a thread between people, events, and unanswered questions.



Finally, srinu stepped back and looked at my work. His chest rose and fell slowly. srinu nodded to himself.

Yang (mocking tone, half-laughing): “Now what is this new gimmick?”

Yin (snapping at Yang): “Oh, shut up, Yang. Srinu is trying to simplify the investigation. Isn’t that right, Srinu?”

Srinu (still staring at the board):

“Yes… I’ve divided the investigation into three parts. It’s going to make everything a lot simpler.”

Yang (confused): “I’m still confused.”

Yin (smirking): “No surprises there.”

Yang (angrily): “What do you mean by that, Yin?”

Yin (flatly): “I meant… if you could get over your anger for once and actually think, you’d understand.”

Yang (sarcastic): “Oh, Yin… if you’re so smart, please, enlighten me.”

Yin (patiently, explaining): “Alright. Listen carefully. Srinu has divided the investigation into three parts:

1. What happened in Ganga’s childhood?

2. What happened in the three weeks when Srinu was in the hospital?

3. What happened at Adda?”

Yang hummed absentmindedly as Yin spoke, trying to follow along.

Yin (continuing): “Now… to answer each question, we need to talk to different people.

For #1 — Ganga’s childhood — we talk to Priya, Ganga’s childhood friend.

For #2 — the missing three weeks — we talk to Sundari.

For #3 — Adda — we talk to Swathi.”

Yang (after a pause, narrowing his eyes): “I have only one question… why?”

Yin (confused): “Why? Did you not understand what I just said? Do you want me to explain again?”

Yang (irritated): “Oh please, Yin. I understood just fine. What I don’t understand is… what’s the point of all this?”

Yin fell silent. No comeback this time.

After a long pause, I spoke.

Srinu (voice heavy, almost breaking): “Because I loved her. I want to know if she actually loved me. And if she did… I want to know what made her do this. Did she do it willingly… or was she forced?”

Yang exploded with laughter.

Yang (laughing loudly): “Are you serious right now? Did you not see the video of her getting fucked in the construction building on the night of the attack? She went back for a second round on her own! What else do you need?!”

The video flashed in srinu's head — Ganga signalling to Chacha and Javed to join her in bed. His heart twisted. srinu lowered my head, voice cracking.



Srinu: “…It’s not just her. I want to catch everyone who was involved.”

Yang (snapping): “Oh please, Srinu. Maybe you forgot because so much has been going on — but Javed and Chacha are dead. That’s why they closed the case. Remember?”

Srinu: “Yes, I remember. But you might have forgotten… she still went to Adda after their deaths. She went with that autowala to Ranigunj. She didn’t stop. There must be someone else involved.”

Yang (coldly): “I don’t care about the others. I only care about what Ganga did. Just kill her already.”

Srinu (calmly): “I will kill her. But I want to catch her red-handed… and look her in the eye when I do it.”

Yang finally went quiet.

After a few moments of silence, Yin spoke.

Yin: “So we have a plan. But, Srinu… where do you want to start?”

srinu studied the board for several seconds. he eyes locked on Sundari’s phone number.

Srinu: “I think I should start where the diary abruptly stopped. Tomorrow morning, I’ll call Sundari and ask her what happened next.”

Yin: “I don’t think it’ll be that simple… especially if she’s involved. You should follow her and get information without her knowing.”

Yang (scoffing): “How the hell are we supposed to do that?”

Srinu: “I can get her location if she’s still using this number. But finding out what happened in those three weeks without her knowing… that’s another game entirely.”

Yin: “We’ll figure that out later. What about Adda? Whats the progress with swathi”

Srinu: “I’ve already made ways with Swathi. I wi—”

Yang (mocking, laughing): “Yes, yes… we know you ‘made ways’ with Swathi by drinking her urine behind the chat stand. Hahaha!”

The memory hit me hard — the way Swathi looked, so hot, squatting and peeing behind the stand. srinu could still taste her pee in his mouth. His cock twitched just remembering it. But shame followed just as quickly, and he lowered his head again.



Yin (snapping at Yang):“Oh, shut up, Yang. Now’s not the time. Anyway, Srinu repented and said he’d never do it again”

Yang (disappointed): “But why? She’s so hot. We should do it again and again.”

Yin ignored Yang and kept the focus.

Yin: “Alright. Adda is handled by Swathi. How will we find out about Ganga’s past from Priya?”

Yang (mocking again): “Oh, Srinu… tell me the truth. You just want Ganga’s past so you can know if Priya and Ganga did more than just kissing. Remember, Priya was Ganga’s first kiss.”

Srinu froze. The image from Ganga’s diary came back — her soft lips pressing against Priya’s. The thought of it gave srinu a raging hard-on instantly.

Yang (laughing hard): “I knew it!”

Before srinu could say anything, his phone rang, cutting through Yang’s laughter. At first, srinu thought it might be Ganga returning his missed calls… but to his surprise—

It was Priya.

Srinu’s phone buzzed. He lifted the call.

Srinu (calmly): “Hello?”

On the other end came Priya’s sultry tone.

Priya (voice low, almost teasing): “Hi Srinu, where are you?”

He already had a hard-on from thinking about Priya and Ganga. Hearing Priya’s seductive voice only made it worse.

Srinu (trying to sound casual): “Ah… at home. What’s the matter?”

Priya: “It’s nothing. Ganga called me this afternoon and told me you weren’t coming to lunch. She also ordered me to invite you for dinner.”

Srinu hesitated, his eyes falling on the investigation board in the room. This could be the perfect opening to learn about Ganga’s past from Priya.

Sensing his hesitation, Priya spoke again.

Priya (half-pleading): “Srinu, please come to dinner. If Ganga finds out you slept on an empty stomach, she’ll kill me.”

He accepted the invitation.

Priya (warmly): “Thank you.” Click — she ended the call