12-08-2025, 01:25 AM
Srinu slid the phone into his pocket, grabbed his bike keys, locked the main door, and rode off into the night.
He parked outside and heard a voice behind him.
Raju: “Namaste, sir.”
Srinu (turning, politely): “Namaste.”
The man introduced himself as Raju, the night watchman.
Srinu could make out that raju was straight out of Bihar, you could tell from his accent the moment he opened his mouth. He worked nights as a watchman, so his eyes always had that half-sleepy, half-alert look. Short in height, skin the shade of roasted brown, and a wiry build that hid lean, ropey muscles — the kind you get from lifting bricks, not dumbbells. His jaw moved almost constantly, chewing gutkha, the crimson juice often staining his teeth and the corners of his lips.
They walked together to the main door. Raju knocked, calling, “Memsab!”
A few seconds later, Priya opened the door, smiling widely. She looked sizzling in a sleeveless saree.
Priya: “Srinu!”
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Srinu (returning the greeting, distracted): “Hi.”
His eyes locked on her breasts, the perfect curve of her cleavage.
Inside his head, Yang’s mocking voice rang out:
Yang (teasing): “Srinu, don’t act like this is the first time you’ve thought about Priya this way.”
Srinu silently admitted Yang was right — ever since reading in Ganga’s diary about her kiss with Priya, he had been turned on by her.
A male voice interrupted his thoughts.
Ashok (extending a hand): “Hello, Srinu!”
The man was Middle-aged. He was stout, with a little belly poking out just enough to make you think he enjoyed his food and drink. Average height, skin pale enough to stand out in a crowd here, and thick, dark hair. His face had this mix of calm confidence and sly calculation, the kind that made you unsure whether to trust him completely.
Snapping back, Srinu shook the man’s hand.
Priya: “As you know, this is my husband, Ashok.”
Priya (smiling): “Oh, Srinu, you’re finally here! It’s already past 9 PM, and I’m feeling sleepy.”
She raised her arms in a big yawn, revealing smooth baby armpits with cute folds, soft arms, and cleavage that nearly spilt free — right next to her husband and in front of both Srinu and the watchman.
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Srinu’s eyes roamed every inch, his mind going wild, replaying Priya and Ganga kissing — only this time in his fantasy, they scissored, tasted each other pussies, and sucked his cock before swapping his cum between their mouths.
A hard-on pulsed between his legs, this time in front of others. He glanced at the watchman — the man was also trying to hide his erection. Srinu worriedly saw towards priya's husband, ashok. Ashok, however, just smiled.
Priya slowly completed her yawn and put her hands down. Priya’s eyes flicked downward, catching both men’s awkward attempts to hide themselves. She giggled.
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Priya: “Watchman, go get cold drinks from the shop.”
Raju left, and Priya turned to Srinu.
Priya: “Srinu, please come in.”
Srinu stepped forward, still struggling to hide his erection. His bike keys slipped from his hand and clattered to the floor. He bent to retrieve them — and so did Priya. Their eyes met mid-bend.
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His gaze slid to her cleavage, her breasts nearly spilling out of her blouse. His jaw fell open. She caught him looking and smiled naughtily, grabbing the keys first.
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They straightened up together. Srinu glanced nervously at Ashok — but the man still smiled.
Srinu: “Thanks for picking them up.”
He extended a hand for the keys, but Priya surprised him. She stepped forward and slid both the keys and her fingers into his pants pocket, brushing lightly over his hard cock before withdrawing her hand while srinu was still staring at her boobs.
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Priya (mischievously): “Do you want to drink?”
Srinu (startled): “What?”
Priya: “Coffee or tea?”
Srinu (hurriedly): “No thanks, I don’t drink coffee or tea.”
Priya (tilting her head, smile widening): “Oh! How about some milk?” While she shifted her saree pallu to reveal more cleavage.
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Srinu looked at Ashok again, expecting anger — but Ashok still smiled.
Srinu (nervously): “No thanks, I’m fine.”
Priya led them in. Srinu sat in a single sofa while Priya and Ashok took the larger one.
Priya (calling out): “Geeta, bring water for the guest.”
A smiling maid emerged with a tray.
Priya: “This is Geeta, our housemaid. She’s been with us a long time — like family, like a saheli. She knows everything. Isn’t that right, Geeta?”
Geeta was short, but her body didn’t know the meaning of “average.” She was meaty in all the right places — her curves rounded and full, her breasts ample enough to catch attention even under loose clothes, and her ass was the kind that swayed with a natural rhythm, almost like it knew it was being watched. She had that earthy appeal, the kind of woman who didn’t need makeup to turn heads.
Geeta (excitedly): “Yes, Madamji! I know everything about you — what you like to eat, what you like to wear, where you like to go, even… who you want to slee—”
Priya (cutting her off, laughing): “Arey! Kya bol rahi hai?”
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The two women laughed together. Srinu sat awkwardly, wondering if Geeta was about to say she knew who Priya slept with.
Srinu looked at Ashok, expecting at least this time, he would show some concern about his maid joking about his wife sleeping with others. But to his surprise, he was laughing with them.
Priya (still laughing): “Srinu, don’t take her seriously. She’s always joking. Now go, Geeta, set the food.”
Geeta: “Ji, Madam saab.” She disappeared into the kitchen.
They moved to the dining table. Geeta served the food. Ashok asked about Srinu’s health; Priya joined in, asking about his treatment and praising Ganga for helping him recover.
Ashok: “What a great wife you have, Srinu. You’re so lucky.”
Priya: “Yes — she’s an ideal wife. Srinu, now it’s your turn to give her something special she’ll never forget, to thank her.”
Srinu (inspired): “Thanks, Priya. I’ve been thinking about that. I want it to be something truly special. Can you help me?”
Priya (enthusiastic): “Of course! What do you need?”
Srinu: “I don’t know… maybe something from her childhood that only she would appreciate.”
Priya (smiling): “That’s romantic. See, Ashok — learn from Srinu.”
Ashok (raising hands): “Oh, Srinu, you’ve got me in trouble now.”
Priya (playfully hitting him): “You deserve it.”
She turned back to Srinu.
Priya: “Absolutely, I’ll help. What do you want to know about Ganga?”
Srinu (hesitant): “Not right now. It’s late — we’ll talk tomorrow, maybe over lunch or dinner.”
Priya: “Sure. yeah, it's already getting late. We have to get ready for bed Right, honey?”
Ashok: “Yes, I’m already very sleepy.”
They finished dinner, drank the cold drinks Raju had brought, and chatted about random topics.
Srinu stood.
Srinu: “I should go.”
Ashok and Priya walked him to the door, waving as he mounted his bike and rode away into the night.
Srinu came home late that night, locking the door behind him with a firm clack. His mind was still on the plan he had made earlier. Without wasting a second, he went straight into his office room. Inside, the dim glow from the desk lamp illuminated his newly created detective board — his entire investigation laid out in colored sticky notes, red wires connecting each piece of information like a spider’s web.
He took a marker from his desk, walked up to the board, and next to Priya’s name, wrote in bold letters: in progress.
He stood there for a couple of seconds, staring at the board, his lips pressed together in satisfaction. This plan… it felt solid.
Pleased, he set the marker down and left the office room. Upstairs, he freshened up quickly — a splash of cold water on his face, fingers combing through his hair, the smell of soap still clinging to his hands. When he stepped into his bedroom, the glow from his phone caught his attention. It was lying on the bed, screen lit up with another useless spam message.
With a sigh, he picked it up and swiped the notification away. His eyes went to the clock in the corner of the screen — 11:07 PM.
That was when his gaze drifted to his wallpaper — Ganga’s smiling face, and then it hit him — she hadn’t called him back after his missed calls earlier.
A faint unease began to coil in his stomach. She should have called by now. Why didn’t she?
His mind raced.
She’s traveling alone. At night. Anything could happen.
This had never happened before. Ganga always returned his calls. Even when she was busy, she would at least text or send a short reply. Without hesitating, his thumb hovered over her name on the call list and pressed dial.
The phone rang. Once. Twice. Three times. She didn’t pick up.
The worry deepened. He immediately called again, this time pacing near the bed. The ringing seemed to drag on forever. Still, no answer.
He called again. And again. His breathing grew heavier with each failed attempt until finally —
A faint, low voice, almost a whisper:
Ganga: “Hello…”
Relief flooded through him.
Srinu: “Why didn’t you pick up my call? Is everything okay?”
He expected her to respond right away, but instead there was a pause — two, maybe three seconds — before she answered, her voice still low.
Ganga: “Yes… everything is all right, Srinu.”
That hesitation didn’t sit well with him.
Srinu: “Then why weren’t you lifting my calls? I called three, four times.”
Another pause. Longer this time. Then, broken, halting words:
Ganga: “I… was feeling… tired and… went to sleep… early.”
Even her breathing seemed delayed, heavy in between the words. It wasn’t like her.
Srinu: “Are you feeling alright? Why is your voice so low?”
A big pause.
Ganga: “Oh, I am okay… It’s just… that everybody is sleeping… in the bus… I don’t want to… disturb them.”
As she spoke, a faint sound crept into the call —
clap… clapp… clappp —
coming at regular intervals.
Srinu: “What is that sound, Ganga?”
Pause. Then her voice, puzzled.
Ganga: “What noise? I don’t hear anything.”
Srinu: “The noise coming from your side. Like someone is clapping. Are there any children on the bus? Clapping?”
Another pause.
Ganga: “Oh… it must be noise made by some insects outside. The bus is travelling through the forest.”
Her explanation was half-convincing, but the pauses… they were getting longer as the clapping was growing louder while she answered
Srinu decided the bad signal must be the reason.
Srinu: “Did you eat anything, Ganga?”
She took her time before answering,
Ganga: “Yes.”
Normally, she would have immediately followed with, And you? But tonight — nothing. Just silence.
It bothered him. Ganga was never quiet on calls. She was a chatterbox — sometimes to the point of not letting him get a word in. But now, even after he paused, waiting for her to ask, she didn’t.
The only sound on the line:
clap… clapp… clappp
He glanced at his phone, half-thinking the call might have ended. No — it was still connected.
Fine. If she wasn’t going to ask, he would tell her himself.
Srinu: “Priya invited me over today. I met Ashok — her husband. She cooked a lot of dishes for dinner. They were both really nice to me, they appreciated you for helping me recover from the injuries… You know, from the night of the attack.”
The clapping grew louder.
CLAP… CLAPP… CLAPPP.
He pressed on, talking about how he and Priya had planned a surprise for her return.
Suddenly, the clapping sped up — rapid bursts.
CLAP. CLAPP. CLAPP. CLAPPP. CLAPPP!
The noise was so loud he pulled the phone from his ear. Then, just as abruptly, it stopped. The line was clear again.
He smiled faintly — maybe the bus had exited the forest. Placing the phone back to his ear, he continued speaking, sharing little stories from the day.
But something felt off. She wasn’t replying.
Srinu: “Hello? Ganga, are you there?”
Silence.
He pulled the phone away and looked at the screen — the call had ended.
A small frown tugged at his brows.
Did she hang up on me? No… she’s never done that before. This was the first time ever that Ganga had ended their call before he did.
He told himself it was just the signal. After all, there had been that loud noise before the call dropped.
Dialing again, he waited. The ringtone played for a long time. No answer.
Suspicion began to replace the worry.
He called again. Same result.
A third time. Still nothing.
Frustration bubbled up inside him. She was awake just moments ago. She had seemed fine. Why wasn’t she answering now?
He pressed the call button once more — and this time, instead of the ringing tone, a recorded female voice answered:
Voice: “The number you are trying to reach is currently switched off.”
Srinu exclaimed WTF!
He parked outside and heard a voice behind him.
Raju: “Namaste, sir.”
Srinu (turning, politely): “Namaste.”
The man introduced himself as Raju, the night watchman.
Srinu could make out that raju was straight out of Bihar, you could tell from his accent the moment he opened his mouth. He worked nights as a watchman, so his eyes always had that half-sleepy, half-alert look. Short in height, skin the shade of roasted brown, and a wiry build that hid lean, ropey muscles — the kind you get from lifting bricks, not dumbbells. His jaw moved almost constantly, chewing gutkha, the crimson juice often staining his teeth and the corners of his lips.
They walked together to the main door. Raju knocked, calling, “Memsab!”
A few seconds later, Priya opened the door, smiling widely. She looked sizzling in a sleeveless saree.
Priya: “Srinu!”
Srinu (returning the greeting, distracted): “Hi.”
His eyes locked on her breasts, the perfect curve of her cleavage.
Inside his head, Yang’s mocking voice rang out:
Yang (teasing): “Srinu, don’t act like this is the first time you’ve thought about Priya this way.”
Srinu silently admitted Yang was right — ever since reading in Ganga’s diary about her kiss with Priya, he had been turned on by her.
A male voice interrupted his thoughts.
Ashok (extending a hand): “Hello, Srinu!”
The man was Middle-aged. He was stout, with a little belly poking out just enough to make you think he enjoyed his food and drink. Average height, skin pale enough to stand out in a crowd here, and thick, dark hair. His face had this mix of calm confidence and sly calculation, the kind that made you unsure whether to trust him completely.
Snapping back, Srinu shook the man’s hand.
Priya: “As you know, this is my husband, Ashok.”
Priya (smiling): “Oh, Srinu, you’re finally here! It’s already past 9 PM, and I’m feeling sleepy.”
She raised her arms in a big yawn, revealing smooth baby armpits with cute folds, soft arms, and cleavage that nearly spilt free — right next to her husband and in front of both Srinu and the watchman.
Srinu’s eyes roamed every inch, his mind going wild, replaying Priya and Ganga kissing — only this time in his fantasy, they scissored, tasted each other pussies, and sucked his cock before swapping his cum between their mouths.
A hard-on pulsed between his legs, this time in front of others. He glanced at the watchman — the man was also trying to hide his erection. Srinu worriedly saw towards priya's husband, ashok. Ashok, however, just smiled.
Priya slowly completed her yawn and put her hands down. Priya’s eyes flicked downward, catching both men’s awkward attempts to hide themselves. She giggled.
Priya: “Watchman, go get cold drinks from the shop.”
Raju left, and Priya turned to Srinu.
Priya: “Srinu, please come in.”
Srinu stepped forward, still struggling to hide his erection. His bike keys slipped from his hand and clattered to the floor. He bent to retrieve them — and so did Priya. Their eyes met mid-bend.
His gaze slid to her cleavage, her breasts nearly spilling out of her blouse. His jaw fell open. She caught him looking and smiled naughtily, grabbing the keys first.
They straightened up together. Srinu glanced nervously at Ashok — but the man still smiled.
Srinu: “Thanks for picking them up.”
He extended a hand for the keys, but Priya surprised him. She stepped forward and slid both the keys and her fingers into his pants pocket, brushing lightly over his hard cock before withdrawing her hand while srinu was still staring at her boobs.
Priya (mischievously): “Do you want to drink?”
Srinu (startled): “What?”
Priya: “Coffee or tea?”
Srinu (hurriedly): “No thanks, I don’t drink coffee or tea.”
Priya (tilting her head, smile widening): “Oh! How about some milk?” While she shifted her saree pallu to reveal more cleavage.
Srinu looked at Ashok again, expecting anger — but Ashok still smiled.
Srinu (nervously): “No thanks, I’m fine.”
Priya led them in. Srinu sat in a single sofa while Priya and Ashok took the larger one.
Priya (calling out): “Geeta, bring water for the guest.”
A smiling maid emerged with a tray.
Priya: “This is Geeta, our housemaid. She’s been with us a long time — like family, like a saheli. She knows everything. Isn’t that right, Geeta?”
Geeta was short, but her body didn’t know the meaning of “average.” She was meaty in all the right places — her curves rounded and full, her breasts ample enough to catch attention even under loose clothes, and her ass was the kind that swayed with a natural rhythm, almost like it knew it was being watched. She had that earthy appeal, the kind of woman who didn’t need makeup to turn heads.
Geeta (excitedly): “Yes, Madamji! I know everything about you — what you like to eat, what you like to wear, where you like to go, even… who you want to slee—”
Priya (cutting her off, laughing): “Arey! Kya bol rahi hai?”
The two women laughed together. Srinu sat awkwardly, wondering if Geeta was about to say she knew who Priya slept with.
Srinu looked at Ashok, expecting at least this time, he would show some concern about his maid joking about his wife sleeping with others. But to his surprise, he was laughing with them.
Priya (still laughing): “Srinu, don’t take her seriously. She’s always joking. Now go, Geeta, set the food.”
Geeta: “Ji, Madam saab.” She disappeared into the kitchen.
They moved to the dining table. Geeta served the food. Ashok asked about Srinu’s health; Priya joined in, asking about his treatment and praising Ganga for helping him recover.
Ashok: “What a great wife you have, Srinu. You’re so lucky.”
Priya: “Yes — she’s an ideal wife. Srinu, now it’s your turn to give her something special she’ll never forget, to thank her.”
Srinu (inspired): “Thanks, Priya. I’ve been thinking about that. I want it to be something truly special. Can you help me?”
Priya (enthusiastic): “Of course! What do you need?”
Srinu: “I don’t know… maybe something from her childhood that only she would appreciate.”
Priya (smiling): “That’s romantic. See, Ashok — learn from Srinu.”
Ashok (raising hands): “Oh, Srinu, you’ve got me in trouble now.”
Priya (playfully hitting him): “You deserve it.”
She turned back to Srinu.
Priya: “Absolutely, I’ll help. What do you want to know about Ganga?”
Srinu (hesitant): “Not right now. It’s late — we’ll talk tomorrow, maybe over lunch or dinner.”
Priya: “Sure. yeah, it's already getting late. We have to get ready for bed Right, honey?”
Ashok: “Yes, I’m already very sleepy.”
They finished dinner, drank the cold drinks Raju had brought, and chatted about random topics.
Srinu stood.
Srinu: “I should go.”
Ashok and Priya walked him to the door, waving as he mounted his bike and rode away into the night.
Srinu came home late that night, locking the door behind him with a firm clack. His mind was still on the plan he had made earlier. Without wasting a second, he went straight into his office room. Inside, the dim glow from the desk lamp illuminated his newly created detective board — his entire investigation laid out in colored sticky notes, red wires connecting each piece of information like a spider’s web.
He took a marker from his desk, walked up to the board, and next to Priya’s name, wrote in bold letters: in progress.
He stood there for a couple of seconds, staring at the board, his lips pressed together in satisfaction. This plan… it felt solid.
Pleased, he set the marker down and left the office room. Upstairs, he freshened up quickly — a splash of cold water on his face, fingers combing through his hair, the smell of soap still clinging to his hands. When he stepped into his bedroom, the glow from his phone caught his attention. It was lying on the bed, screen lit up with another useless spam message.
With a sigh, he picked it up and swiped the notification away. His eyes went to the clock in the corner of the screen — 11:07 PM.
That was when his gaze drifted to his wallpaper — Ganga’s smiling face, and then it hit him — she hadn’t called him back after his missed calls earlier.
A faint unease began to coil in his stomach. She should have called by now. Why didn’t she?
His mind raced.
She’s traveling alone. At night. Anything could happen.
This had never happened before. Ganga always returned his calls. Even when she was busy, she would at least text or send a short reply. Without hesitating, his thumb hovered over her name on the call list and pressed dial.
The phone rang. Once. Twice. Three times. She didn’t pick up.
The worry deepened. He immediately called again, this time pacing near the bed. The ringing seemed to drag on forever. Still, no answer.
He called again. And again. His breathing grew heavier with each failed attempt until finally —
A faint, low voice, almost a whisper:
Ganga: “Hello…”
Relief flooded through him.
Srinu: “Why didn’t you pick up my call? Is everything okay?”
He expected her to respond right away, but instead there was a pause — two, maybe three seconds — before she answered, her voice still low.
Ganga: “Yes… everything is all right, Srinu.”
That hesitation didn’t sit well with him.
Srinu: “Then why weren’t you lifting my calls? I called three, four times.”
Another pause. Longer this time. Then, broken, halting words:
Ganga: “I… was feeling… tired and… went to sleep… early.”
Even her breathing seemed delayed, heavy in between the words. It wasn’t like her.
Srinu: “Are you feeling alright? Why is your voice so low?”
A big pause.
Ganga: “Oh, I am okay… It’s just… that everybody is sleeping… in the bus… I don’t want to… disturb them.”
As she spoke, a faint sound crept into the call —
clap… clapp… clappp —
coming at regular intervals.
Srinu: “What is that sound, Ganga?”
Pause. Then her voice, puzzled.
Ganga: “What noise? I don’t hear anything.”
Srinu: “The noise coming from your side. Like someone is clapping. Are there any children on the bus? Clapping?”
Another pause.
Ganga: “Oh… it must be noise made by some insects outside. The bus is travelling through the forest.”
Her explanation was half-convincing, but the pauses… they were getting longer as the clapping was growing louder while she answered
Srinu decided the bad signal must be the reason.
Srinu: “Did you eat anything, Ganga?”
She took her time before answering,
Ganga: “Yes.”
Normally, she would have immediately followed with, And you? But tonight — nothing. Just silence.
It bothered him. Ganga was never quiet on calls. She was a chatterbox — sometimes to the point of not letting him get a word in. But now, even after he paused, waiting for her to ask, she didn’t.
The only sound on the line:
clap… clapp… clappp
He glanced at his phone, half-thinking the call might have ended. No — it was still connected.
Fine. If she wasn’t going to ask, he would tell her himself.
Srinu: “Priya invited me over today. I met Ashok — her husband. She cooked a lot of dishes for dinner. They were both really nice to me, they appreciated you for helping me recover from the injuries… You know, from the night of the attack.”
The clapping grew louder.
CLAP… CLAPP… CLAPPP.
He pressed on, talking about how he and Priya had planned a surprise for her return.
Suddenly, the clapping sped up — rapid bursts.
CLAP. CLAPP. CLAPP. CLAPPP. CLAPPP!
The noise was so loud he pulled the phone from his ear. Then, just as abruptly, it stopped. The line was clear again.
He smiled faintly — maybe the bus had exited the forest. Placing the phone back to his ear, he continued speaking, sharing little stories from the day.
But something felt off. She wasn’t replying.
Srinu: “Hello? Ganga, are you there?”
Silence.
He pulled the phone away and looked at the screen — the call had ended.
A small frown tugged at his brows.
Did she hang up on me? No… she’s never done that before. This was the first time ever that Ganga had ended their call before he did.
He told himself it was just the signal. After all, there had been that loud noise before the call dropped.
Dialing again, he waited. The ringtone played for a long time. No answer.
Suspicion began to replace the worry.
He called again. Same result.
A third time. Still nothing.
Frustration bubbled up inside him. She was awake just moments ago. She had seemed fine. Why wasn’t she answering now?
He pressed the call button once more — and this time, instead of the ringing tone, a recorded female voice answered:
Voice: “The number you are trying to reach is currently switched off.”
Srinu exclaimed WTF!
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