14-12-2025, 07:09 PM
The SPY
Recap:
Chapter 1: Srinu and Ganga, a happy married couple, decide to go on a movie date night.
Chapter 2: At the theater, they are harassed by two men, Javed and Chacha. After the movie, Srinu is attacked and knocked unconscious, and Ganga is abducted.
Chapter 3: Srinu wakes up in an under-construction building and searches for Ganga, but he is knocked unconscious a second time after hearing a mysterious door slam shut.
Chapter 4: Waking up in a hospital, Srinu is relieved to find Ganga safe. He recovers over three weeks, but the events of Ganga's abduction remain unexplained.
Chapter 5: Srinu gives a formal statement to the security officer and receives a copy of the First Information Report (F.I.R.), resolving to investigate the inconsistencies himself.
Chapter 6: While revisiting the theater, Srinu discovers a critical flaw in the timeline of events documented in the F.I.R.
Chapter 7: Srinu learns that the construction company is withholding crucial CCTV footage. He decides he must acquire it through his own risky methods.
Chapter 8: Using his IT expertise, Srinu successfully infiltrates the building's security room and copies the CCTV footage.
Chapter 9: Reviewing the footage, Srinu is horrified to discover it was Ganga's hand that closed the door on him, leading him to believe she betrayed him.
Chapter 10: Devastated by Ganga's apparent betrayal, Srinu's mental state deteriorates as he contemplates suicide and murder.
Chapter 11: Srinu's internal conflict manifests as two psychic projections, Yin and Yang. Yang, his dark side, promises to show him "proof" of Ganga's betrayal.
Chapter 12: Through his "imagination," Srinu witnesses a graphic and disturbing vision of Ganga's sexual assault where her response seems troublingly ambiguous.
Chapter 13: The imagined vision continues, portraying Ganga as sexually aroused by the assault and deciding to return to her attackers, which completely shatters Srinu.
Chapter 14: The imagined vision devolves into pornography, depicting Ganga as an enthusiastic and dominant participant in a graphic threesome.
Chapter 15: The pornographic vision continues, solidifying the image of a depraved Ganga in Srinu's mind.
Chapter 16: The vision concludes with Ganga showing guilt and getting help, contradicting the prior scenes. Overwhelmed, Srinu begins having a flashback to the beginning of his and Ganga's relationship.
Chapter 17: The flashback details the innocent and pure beginning of Srinu and Ganga's arranged marriage and romance.
Chapter 18: The flashback concludes with a passionate, intimate moment between the couple, highlighting their deep love before returning to the present.
Chapter 19: Back in the present, a passionate sexual encounter between Srinu and Ganga is horrifically interrupted for Srinu when he has a vision of himself becoming his wife's attackers.
Chapter 20: Srinu's disturbing vision continues to intertwine with his and Ganga's lovemaking, fueling his desire with aggression and leaving him hurt and confused.
Chapter 21: Tormented by his visions, Srinu gives in to his dark side and agrees to a plan to install spy cameras in their home to catch Ganga.
Chapter 22: The surveillance reveals nothing suspicious, and filled with remorse, Srinu removes the cameras. He is then informed by security officer that Javed and Chacha are dead, and he believes his ordeal is finally over.
Chapter 23: Srinu's peace is broken by suspicious events, including service providers acting strangely with Ganga. A dream leads him to find a phone at
the construction site that belonged to Chacha.
Chapter 24: Renewed spying confirms Ganga is lying about her whereabouts, solidifying Srinu's belief that she is cheating on him.
Chapter 25: Srinu begins recovering data from Chacha's phone and watches videos of the harassment in the theater, which ends on a cliffhanger.
Chapter 26: Srinu spies on Ganga and witnesses suspicious interactions with the milkman and waterboy, who both use a cryptic phrase.
Chapter 27: Srinu watches the rest of the recovered theater footage, which shows Ganga seemingly encouraging her harassers before they chase her into a bathroom.
Chapter 28: Srinu follows Ganga to the Ranigunj slum, where he sees her protect a thief and learns she is known to everyone as the "Ranigunj ki Rani"(Queen of Ranigunj).
Chapter 29: A local woman named Swathi reveals Ganga's notorious full title: "Ranigunj ki Randi Rani" (The Whore Queen of Ranigunj). Shattered, Srinu finds Ganga's diary where she confesses to "betraying" him.
Chapter 30: Reading the diary and watching the final videos, Srinu gets a graphic, 360-degree view of the threesome, where Ganga's diary explains her conscious choice to participate as a "one-night stand."
Chapter 31: The diary continues, revealing Ganga's immense guilt, suicidal thoughts, and complex justifications for her actions, blaming societal repression.
Chapter 32: Realizing Ganga never acted on her suicidal confession, Srinu's heart hardens. He formulates a comprehensive revenge plan and photographs her entire diary.
Chapter 33: Srinu reads about Ganga's security officer interrogation, where she lied about the assault. The diary details how the female constable, Sundari, used the interrogation to sexually seduce Ganga.
Chapter 34: Triggered by his past trauma and the diary's contents, Srinu has a graphic sexual encounter with Swati, who tells him Ganga "only fucks at the adda."
Chapter 35: Ganga's diary reveals the origins of her promiscuity, detailing flashbacks to her college hostel days where she was initiated into lesbianism and surrounded by casual sexual behavior.
Chapter 36: Srinu receives a strange phone call from Ganga where a rhythmic "clapping" sound is heard before the call drops and her phone is switched off.
Chapter 37: The diary recounts a terrifying visit from Javed, who reveals he is the mysterious "husband" everyone has been referring to. He assaults Ganga, who fights back and calls Constable Sundari for help.
Srinu’s heart sank as the automated voice repeated coldly in his ear:
Voice: “The number you are trying to reach is currently switched off.”
He immediately called again, hoping this time it would be different. But once again — the same result. The same mechanical voice.
His mind began to spin with a thousand questions, each one heavier than the last.
What is going on? Why is her phone switched off?
He thought of the bad signal — after all, the bus was travelling deep through the forest. Maybe it was just a poor reception? Or perhaps something worse…
Did something happen to her… or the bus? An accident?
His love for Ganga — pure, deep, unshakable — began to twist into worry. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. The thought of something happening to her made him sick.
Then, from deep within his mind, a voice shouted, harsh and mocking:
Yang (shouting, taunting): Oh, don’t be so naive, Srinu!
Srinu froze. He turned inward, his thoughts speaking back to Yang.
Srinu (questioning): “What do you mean?”
Yang (casual, smug): “You know exactly what I mean.”
Srinu (more firm): “Do you mean Ganga switched off her phone deliberately?”
Yang (without hesitation): “Obviously, she did.”
Srinu asked again, his voice tinged with disbelief,
Srinu: “Why would she switch off her phone?”
Yang (smirking): “Isn’t it obvious? She doesn’t want to talk to you.”
Srinu’s frustration started bubbling.
Srinu: “But why wouldn’t she want to talk to me?”
Yang (evil, almost whispering): “Because she was busy fucking someone!”
Srinu’s eyes widened in absolute shock.
Srinu (exclaiming): “What?! What the hell are you talking about?”
Before Yang could answer, Yin cut in, calm but firm:
Yin: “Oh, shut up, Yang. As always, you think in extremes.”
Srinu quickly sided with Yin, wanting to silence Yang’s toxic insinuations.
Srinu: “Yeah, Yin is right. Don’t just say whatever comes to your mind, Yang!”
Yang (angrily): “This is the problem with you, Srinu. You’ve always believed Ganga blindly.”
Yin replied coolly,
Yin: “It’s not about believing in Ganga, but your argument doesn’t make sense.”
Yang (smugly): “It doesn’t make sense to you because you don’t know what a woman is capable of when she turns to infidelity, leaving behind her loyalty.”
Yin, defensive, added,
Yin: “We all know about Ganga. But what’s your basis for making such wild claims?”
Yang’s voice grew louder, filled with mockery:
Yang: “You people are so naive! What do you think that clapping sound was?”
Srinu, still in shock, weakly replied,
Srinu: “It was just a signal noise… coming from her phone… maybe a bad signal because the bus was in the forest.”
Yang burst into sarcastic laughter:
Yang: “And you believe that? No wonder she slept with men from the whole colony under your nose, you fool.”
Yin interrupted sharply:
Yin: “Are you seriously suggesting that Ganga is fucking someone on a moving bus in front of everyone else?”
Yang leaned in, grinning wickedly:
Yang: “Oh, you forgot to mention it’s a sleeper bus, with seats that turn into beds, with curtains you can pull to hide yourself.”
Yang’s argument began to settle into Srinu’s mind, making uncomfortable sense. Yin was momentarily speechless, having no proper rebuttal.
Yang quickly added, almost smugly,
Yang: “Don’t forget, she herself said that everybody in the bus was fast asleep.”
Srinu’s eyes glazed over. In his mind, he started imagining what Yang had just described —
His beautiful, wife, Ganga…
being devoured by some stranger on the bus…
A cold chill gripped his chest. The same sick feeling he’d first experienced when he saw that video in Chacha’s phone — Ganga getting fucked by Javed and Chacha in that construction building.
Sweat began to bead on his forehead.
His pacing became frantic. He muttered to himself in despair:
Srinu: “No… this can’t be happening… She can’t do this to me… Why is she doing this to me?”
Yin, sensing the spiraling darkness, tried to calm him:
Yin: “Don’t worry, Srinu. Don’t listen to Yang. Yang could be wrong.”
Yang interrupted, venomous:
Yang: “Wrong? Yin, you have no right to tell me that I am wrong. Remember who was the first one to say that Ganga was cheating while you were defending her?”
Yin, in a defensive tone, replied,
Yin: “Yes, you were right that one time. But now, you are a victim of false cause fallacy.”
Yang (confused): “What now?”
Yin (patiently explaining): “It’s a logical error. Incorrectly concluding that one event caused another without sufficient evidence.”
Yang, dismissive, scoffed,
Yang: “Ohh, please Yin. Can you explain in normal language?”
Yin continued:
“I’m saying yes, Ganga cheated before. But that doesn’t mean everything she does now is cheating.”
Yang, sarcastic as ever, replied:
Yang: “That’s a bunch of bullshit.”
While their argument raged on in the background of his mind, Srinu kept pacing the room, dialling Ganga’s number again and again.
Each time, the same automated voice replied:
Voice: “The number you are trying to reach is currently switched off.”
His frustration turned into raw anger. With a loud grunt, he punched the air. Then, filled with desperation, he kicked the floor.
His steps quickened, each one more restless than the last. Time passed.
Eventually, his legs ached from walking back and forth. Exhaustion overtook him. He sank onto the bed, letting out a ragged sigh.
By now, he had called her over 50 times.
Every time his eyes met Ganga’s smiling picture on the phone’s home screen, a mix of pain and fury welled up inside him.
He couldn’t stop calling her, driven by a maddening need for answers.
He lay back, staring at the ceiling, silently hoping — praying — that Ganga would call him back at any moment.
But the night deepened…
It was already well past 2:00 AM.
His eyelids grew heavy.
The steady glow of his phone was the only light in the dark room.
Srinu fell asleep.
At 11:23 AM the ringtone sliced through the silence.
Srinu’s sleep shattered when the phone buzzed against his chest. The screen glowed: Ganga calling. He answered instantly.
Srinu: (voice hoarse from the night, but steady) “Hello… Ganga? You reached safely?”
Ganga: (soft, apologetic, village noises in the background) “Yes, baby. I’m fine. I’m so sorry, Srinu… my phone battery died completely. I forgot the charger at home.”
Srinu was already walking to the wardrobe.
Srinu: (calm, no edge) “The white Lightning charger?”
Ganga: “Yes, the same one. I only realised when the phone switched off in the forest. I feel awful—you must have been so worried.”
He opened the drawer. The white cable lay coiled exactly where it always stayed.
Srinu: (quietly) “It’s here.”
A small pause.
Ganga: (quickly) “See? I really forgot it. I’m such a fool sometimes.”
Srinu: (closing the drawer gently) “It’s all right. Main thing is you reached safely.”
Ganga: (relieved) “Just ten minutes back. Amma has already pulled me into marriage work—everyone is shouting my name.”
A woman’s voice from behind: “Ganga! Come fast, panditji is waiting!”
Ganga: (light laugh) “Listen, I have to go now. I love you. I’ll call properly tonight, pakka.”
Srinu: “Take care. Eat something first. I love you too.”
The call ended.
Srinu stood holding the charger for a long moment, then placed it back and shut the drawer.
But then, like a serpent uncoiling in the shadows of his mind, Yang's voice slithered in—sharp, venomous, dripping with that familiar, mocking glee.
Yang: (shouting with raw anger, echoing in the hollows of his skull) _Why didn't you ask her? The main question!_
Srinu flinched, as if slapped, his brief peace shattering like glass underfoot. He pressed his palms to his temples, whispering to the empty room.
Srinu: (muttering, defensive, his voice barely above a rasp) "Don't be ridiculous, Yang. Do you want me to just blurt it out? 'Hey, baby, did you fuck someone on the bus last night in front of everyone?' She'd think I'm insane. Paranoid. And after everything..."
Yin: (calm, measured) Yang, enough. She gave a reason. Charger forgotten. Phone died. It happens.
Yang: (cackling, triumphant) She fooled you once again! How do we even know she was telling the truth? "Forgot the charger"—ha! Classic Ganga. Smooth as silk, that one. Remember the theater? The "uncomfortable seat" excuse? And now this? She’s a lying whore.
Yin: (in a calm voice, analytical, pulling him back) Easy, yang. If you want proof, check for her charger. It's right there in the house. See if it's really gone. Facts over feelings.
Srinu just walked to the wardrobe in silence, opened the drawer, and pulled out the white Lightning cable—exactly where she always kept it.
Srinu: (whispering triumphantly, a bitter edge to his relief) "Got it. It's here. She... she really forgot it."
Yin's voice swelled with quiet vindication, a subtle undercurrent of judgment sharpening the edges.
Yin: (judgmental, but steady) What do you say now, Yang? Proof. Tangible. She wasn't lying—not about this, at least.
Yang faltered, his bluster cracking like thin ice, embarrassment twisting into a sullen growl.
Yang: (trying to suppress the embarrassment, voice gruff and evasive) Oh... she did really forget her charger. Fine. But she could've asked someone on the bus for one. Borrowed it. Hell, in a sleeper bus full of strangers, who's to say she didn't "borrow" more than that?
Yin: (unfazed, pressing the advantage with cool precision) Don't forget—her iPhone uses a Lightning cable, not USB-C.
Yang fell silent, a rare retreat, his presence shrinking to a petulant hum in the back of Srinu's mind. No retort. No venom. Just the echo of defeat.
Yin: (continuing smoothly, shifting gears with pragmatic efficiency) Now, if you're done with Yang's false cause fallacy problem—jumping from one past betrayal to assuming every shadow is another—can we get back to work, Srinu? You've got a day ahead. Plans to make.
He went to the bathroom, took a quick bath, dressed in a simple white shirt and trousers, and came downstairs.
On the way out he entered the his office room, opened the drawer, and took out few things:
- FIR copy
- Ganga’s diary
- Chacha’s broken phone
He slipped both into his bag, slung it across his shoulder, and stepped out into the harsh noon sun.
Srinu turned the key twice, the deadbolt sliding home with a heavy clunk that echoed through the empty house. He tugged the door once to be sure, then strode to his bike. The bike roared alive under him, hot exhaust curling around his ankles as he kicked the stand up and shot out of the lane.
The city thinned quickly. Past the last petrol bunk and the crowded bus depot, the roads narrowed into sleepy residential lanes lined with gulmohar trees. He cut the engine two streets early, rolled the bike into the shade of a neem, and walked the rest of the way on foot, shoes silent on the dusty path.
Constable Sundari’s house stood behind a knee-high compound wall painted bright green. A small nameplate read: Insp. Vijay Kumar & Family. Srinu crouched low behind the wall, heart thudding, and peered through the gaps in the iron gate.
Inside, everything looked… normal. Painfully normal.
Sundari’s husband, Inspector Vijay—tall, slightly balding, still in a white banian and checked lungi—was sipping coffee on the veranda, laughing at something their eight-year-old daughter was showing him on her tablet. Their younger son, maybe six, chased a red rubber ball across the tiled floor, shrieking with joy every time it bounced off the wall. Sundari herself, still in a simple mustard-yellow nighty, moved between kitchen and veranda carrying steel tumblers of filter coffee. She ruffled her son’s hair as he darted past, bent to plant a quick kiss on her husband’s cheek when he teasingly tugged her pallu, and the whole scene glowed with the kind of easy happiness Srinu’s own house had once had.
He felt something crack inside his chest.
How can a woman who wakes up to this, who kisses her children good morning, who laughs when her husband pinches her waist… do what Ganga wrote?
The diary pages flashed in front of his eyes like burning film:
Constable Sundari using the pretense of inspecting Ganga's injuries to physically seduce her. After Ganga revealed bite marks on her skin, Sundari's professionalism vanished. She began by suggestively massaging Ganga's breasts and belly. She then proceeded to examine Ganga's lower body, caressing her thighs and kneading and slapping her buttocks, all while making lewd and suggestive comments.
Srinu snapped back to present when sundari finished serving coffee and announced she had to get ready for duty. Her husband playfully smacked her hip; she swatted his hand away, laughing, and disappeared into the bedroom that faced the side lane.
The curtains were thin cotton, half-drawn. Perfect.
Sundari reached behind her neck and pulled the nighty string. The soft fabric slid down like water, pooling at her feet.
Srinu forgot how to breathe.
She was magnificent. Dusky skin gleaming with a faint sheen of overnight sweat, heavy breasts swaying free—dark nipples already peaked, thick and long like chocolate kisses begging to be sucked. A narrow waist flared into wide, fertile hips, silver stretch marks shimmering like secret rivers across her belly. Between her thighs, a neat black triangle glistened faintly in the morning light. She lifted one breast absently to scratch underneath, then let it drop with a soft bounce.
Yang stirred, voice thick and dripping.
Yang (groaning, almost reverent): Arre waah… look at those heavy, juicy ones. Bet they leak when she’s in heat. Imagine burying your face between them while Ganga licks her from behind—two women fighting over your cock.
Srinu’s jeans tightened painfully. His mind betrayed him instantly.
Yang (moaning): One day you’ll have both, Srinu. Sundari riding your face, Ganga riding your cock.
Yin (disgusted, sharp): Shut your dirty mouth. Srinu, Remember the oath, you swore on your mother you’d never touch another woman other than ganga. Have some shame!
Inside, Sundari wrapped a thin white towel around herself—the knot barely holding between those glorious breasts—and walked to the bathroom. The door stayed half-open. Steam soon rolled out, carrying the scent of Pears soap and something jasmine-sweet.
Minutes later she stepped out dripping, skin shining like wet teak. She let the towel fall.
She dried herself slowly—lifted each breast to wipe underneath, bent forward to dry the inside of her thighs, the motion making her heavy backside spread just enough to reveal the dark, forbidden ring between. Then she dressed with calm efficiency: black cotton bra struggling to contain those mounds, matching panties sliding up thick thighs, khaki trousers hugging that magnificent gaand, shirt stretched so tight across her chest the buttons strained, the top two left open for breathing room. Finally the belt, the badge, the nameplate
She looked every inch the stern, respectable security officerwoman.
Srinu now knew exactly what those hands could do when no one was watching.
Sundari stepped back onto the veranda, kissed her husband long and deep—tongue clearly visible even from the gate—ruffled her children’s hair and walked to the Scooty.
Srinu shrank deeper into shadow as she kick-started the scooter and rode past, the breeze carrying the faint scent of jasmine and talcum.
He counted to ten, then sprinted to his bike.
The bike snarled back to life. He pulled out behind her, keeping two vehicles between them.
He followed.
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