22-07-2026, 11:20 AM
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Before another word could leave Srinu's mouth, Priya did something he could never have imagined.
While standing right beside him, Priya reached her right hand down across his waist and slammed her palm directly over his hard, throbbing cock through his trousers.
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The sudden, firm pressure on his erection sent a shockwave straight up Srinu's spine. His eyes widened in utter disbelief, his jaw remaining open but his voice completely paralyzing. He couldn't produce a single syllable.
Because the solid wooden reading table was standing between them and Ashok, Ashok's view from the waist down was completely blocked.
Ashok looked at Srinu with growing confusion, seeing Srinu standing there with his mouth wide open in silence.
Ashok (puzzled): What Srinu? Say something! What did you want to tell me?
Priya began slowly squeezing and massaging Srinu's hard cock through the fabric of his trousers. She turned her head toward Srinu and flashed him a wicked, naughty smile.
Srinu's heart hammered furiously. He tried to force his voice back and open his mouth again to speak.
Priya acted even more boldly. Before he could make a sound, her slim fingers unzipped his trousers with a quick slide. She reached her bare hand inside his unzipped pants and slipped beneath his underwear, grabbing his naked, hot penis directly into her warm palm.
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The sensation of her bare skin wrapping around his hard penis completely knocked the wind out of Srinu's sails. Priya's fingers closed tightly around his shaft, starting slow, rhythmic strokes up and down.
Srinu tried to speak, but instead of words, a deep, helpless groan slipped from his throat.
Srinu (groaning softly): Nnnngh...
Srinu stared at Priya with wide, desperate eyes, silently begging her to stop. But Priya smiled at him naughtily, her hand stroking his bare cock faster and tighter beneath his pants.
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The intense pleasure was too much for Srinu to stand straight. His knees buckled slightly, and he had to bend forward over the reading table, leaning his hands heavy on the wooden surface to support himself.
Ashok, still waiting obliviously across the table, tilted his head.
Ashok (confused): Srinu? Are you okay? I couldn't understand what you said.
Srinu could only stare back at Ashok with strained, glazed eyes, his body trembling from Priya's ruthless handjob.
Priya, keeping her naughty smile intact, jumped to his rescue without stopping her hand movements for a single second.
Priya (covering smoothly while jerking him off): Oh nothing Ashok! He just wanted to thank us for hosting such a good dinner!
Ashok broke into a wide, warm smile.
Ashok (warmly): Arre, any time Srinu! Priya and Ganga are best friends, which makes us best friends too. You can come anytime, you're always welcome!
With a friendly wave, Ashok turned around and walked out of the study room, leaving Srinu and Priya alone once again.
The moment the door closed, Srinu remained bent over the reading table, his eyes closed tight as he groaned softly under the relentless friction of Priya's hand.
Srinu (panting and groaning): Aaah... nhhh...
Trying desperately to regain control, Srinu reached down with his hand and tried to push Priya's wrist away from his pants. But Priya held on even tighter, wrapping her fingers firm around his throbbing shaft and jerking him off faster and harder.
Priya leaned her lips right against Srinu's ear, her warm, sweet breath tickling his neck.
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Priya (whispering into his ear): Listen to me, Srinu... You don't have to blackmail me to know about Ganga's childhood... I will tell you everything. In return, you have to delete that video and never mention a single word of this to Ashok... Do you agree to this deal? She bit his ear before withdrawing away from him
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Srinu's mind was reeling from the intense pleasure of her handjob, his hips twitching helplessly under her grip.
Srinu (panting desperately): OK... OK! I agree! Just... let go of my penis now!
Priya gave his cock one final, firm squeeze before releasing her grip. She pulled her wet hand out from inside his trousers and casually wiped her messy palm on her saree pallu.
Srinu slowly pulled himself upright, his breath coming in heavy ragged gasps as he quickly pulled up his underwear and zipped up his trousers.
Priya leaned close to his ear one last time, her voice low and commanding.
Priya (whispering softly): Put your pants up and go home silently. We will talk tomorrow over lunch.
After Srinu finished adjusting his belt and clothes, they both stepped out of the study room together. Ashok met them near the main entrance with a warm goodbye.
Ashok (smiling): Goodnight Srinu! Come tomorrow for lunch, okay? We'll have a great time.
Priya (smiling sweetly): Yes Srinu, do come tomorrow for lunch.
Srinu (forcing a polite smile): Thanks Ashok. Goodnight Priya.
Srinu walked out of the house, stepped onto his bike, and kicked the engine to life. As he rode through the cool night air back home, his mind was spinning with the feeling of Priya's tight handjob and the deal they had just struck.
Srinu parked his motorcycle in the porch, turning off the ignition. The engine sputtered and died, leaving him in the cold, quiet night. He stepped off the bike, unlocked the front door, and walked inside. The house smelled faintly of jasmine and dust—empty, cold, and echoing without Ganga. He pushed the heavy wooden door shut until it clicked locked.
He leaned his back against the hallway wall, closing his eyes as his chest heaved. The feeling of Priya's fingers slick with sweat, squeezing and stroking his erection under the study room table while Ashok stood just feet away, was still burning in his veins.
What a dangerous, cunning woman, Srinu thought, his heart thumping hard against his ribs. She grabbed my bare cock right in front of her husband just to force me to stay quiet. But she accepted the deal. Tomorrow over lunch, she will tell me all of Ganga's childhood secrets. I will finally find out if this 'primal voice' Ganga wrote about in her diary has a long history.
Taking a deep breath, Srinu pushed himself off the wall and walked into his home office room—his private investigation center. He didn't turn on the main light, letting the dim yellow glow from the hallway cast long, sharp shadows across the room. He stepped up to his detective board mounted on the wall.
He stared at the whiteboard. His eyes landed on the section marked Priya.
He picked up a black marker, uncapped it with his teeth, and firmly wrote IN PROGRESS in bold, heavy letters right next to Priya's name.
Priya is locked in now, he thought, staring at the fresh black ink. She has no choice. She wants that dirty video deleted from my phone, so she will spill everything. Tomorrow at lunch, the first real piece of Ganga's hidden past will fall into place.
Next, his marker moved across the board to the section labeled Ranigunj / Adda. He uncapped a red marker and drew a sharp, thick line connecting the Ranigunj location to Swati.
Priya can tell me about Ganga's past, but Swathi holds the key to her present, Srinu reasoned, his grip tightening on the marker. Swathi lives right in the heart of Ranigunj. She knows every slum alley, every local rumor, and every dirty secret of that area. She already knew about Ganga's street title there. If anyone can lead me to the secret 'adda' where Ganga goes, it's Swathi. I must visit Swati ASAP to locate that adda. Once she pinpoints the location, I will go there myself and see the truth with my own eyes.
Finally, Srinu's gaze shifted to the top of the board—the line marked Sundari.
Next to Sundari's name, the words IN PROGRESS had been wiped away earlier, replaced by a large, dark ? (Question Mark) and marked BLOCKED. A heavy, bitter knot of frustration formed in his stomach.
He stared at the big black question mark, his fists clenching at his sides.
Sundari gave me that clean, heroic spy story just to pacify me and stop me from digging, he thought bitterly, his jaw tightening. She claims Ganga went to Ranigunj to avenge me, acting as an undercover asset. But what about those missing three weeks? The three long weeks when I lay unconscious in a hospital coma... What really happened during those three weeks?
The memory of the torn diary pages flashed across his mind like a burn.
The diary pages from those three weeks were completely ripped out, Srinu thought, frustration clawing at his chest. What was Ganga really doing while I was fighting for my life in that bed? And what was Sundari doing to her in that locked hospital room? Sundari's line is a blocked dead end. How am I ever going to get answers about what happened in those missing three weeks?
As Srinu stood frozen in front of the board, lost in the black hole of those missing three weeks...
BUZZ... BUZZ... BUZZ...
The sudden, violent vibration of his mobile phone shattered the silence of the dark room.
Srinu twitched, startled. He reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out his smartphone. The bright LED screen lit up the room, displaying a high-priority push notification:
NEW MESSAGE RECEIVED
Sender: Unknown Number (+91 98490 XXXXX)
Time: 11:42 PM
Srinu frowned, his thumb hovering over the glowing glass screen. An unknown number? At this time of the night?
He swiped his thumb across the screen, unlocking the phone, and opened the message app.
The screen loaded a text message along with a media attachment preview:
UNKNOWN SENDER:
"Look at your wife's true face."
ATTACHMENT: 1 VIDEO FILE - TAP TO PLAY
Srinu's heart stopped. A cold wave of dread rushed from his chest straight to his fingertips. His breath hitched in his throat.
With a trembling thumb, he tapped on the video thumbnail to load the preview frame.
The screen rendered a clear, high-definition video frame taken inside a dimly lit room. There, frozen on his phone screen, was Ganga.
Srinu's hands trembled violently. His eyes went wide in utter horror and shock, his breath paralyzed as the video thumbnail began to play.
While standing right beside him, Priya reached her right hand down across his waist and slammed her palm directly over his hard, throbbing cock through his trousers.
The sudden, firm pressure on his erection sent a shockwave straight up Srinu's spine. His eyes widened in utter disbelief, his jaw remaining open but his voice completely paralyzing. He couldn't produce a single syllable.
Because the solid wooden reading table was standing between them and Ashok, Ashok's view from the waist down was completely blocked.
Ashok looked at Srinu with growing confusion, seeing Srinu standing there with his mouth wide open in silence.
Ashok (puzzled): What Srinu? Say something! What did you want to tell me?
Priya began slowly squeezing and massaging Srinu's hard cock through the fabric of his trousers. She turned her head toward Srinu and flashed him a wicked, naughty smile.
Srinu's heart hammered furiously. He tried to force his voice back and open his mouth again to speak.
Priya acted even more boldly. Before he could make a sound, her slim fingers unzipped his trousers with a quick slide. She reached her bare hand inside his unzipped pants and slipped beneath his underwear, grabbing his naked, hot penis directly into her warm palm.
The sensation of her bare skin wrapping around his hard penis completely knocked the wind out of Srinu's sails. Priya's fingers closed tightly around his shaft, starting slow, rhythmic strokes up and down.
Srinu tried to speak, but instead of words, a deep, helpless groan slipped from his throat.
Srinu (groaning softly): Nnnngh...
Srinu stared at Priya with wide, desperate eyes, silently begging her to stop. But Priya smiled at him naughtily, her hand stroking his bare cock faster and tighter beneath his pants.
The intense pleasure was too much for Srinu to stand straight. His knees buckled slightly, and he had to bend forward over the reading table, leaning his hands heavy on the wooden surface to support himself.
Ashok, still waiting obliviously across the table, tilted his head.
Ashok (confused): Srinu? Are you okay? I couldn't understand what you said.
Srinu could only stare back at Ashok with strained, glazed eyes, his body trembling from Priya's ruthless handjob.
Priya, keeping her naughty smile intact, jumped to his rescue without stopping her hand movements for a single second.
Priya (covering smoothly while jerking him off): Oh nothing Ashok! He just wanted to thank us for hosting such a good dinner!
Ashok broke into a wide, warm smile.
Ashok (warmly): Arre, any time Srinu! Priya and Ganga are best friends, which makes us best friends too. You can come anytime, you're always welcome!
With a friendly wave, Ashok turned around and walked out of the study room, leaving Srinu and Priya alone once again.
The moment the door closed, Srinu remained bent over the reading table, his eyes closed tight as he groaned softly under the relentless friction of Priya's hand.
Srinu (panting and groaning): Aaah... nhhh...
Trying desperately to regain control, Srinu reached down with his hand and tried to push Priya's wrist away from his pants. But Priya held on even tighter, wrapping her fingers firm around his throbbing shaft and jerking him off faster and harder.
Priya leaned her lips right against Srinu's ear, her warm, sweet breath tickling his neck.
Priya (whispering into his ear): Listen to me, Srinu... You don't have to blackmail me to know about Ganga's childhood... I will tell you everything. In return, you have to delete that video and never mention a single word of this to Ashok... Do you agree to this deal? She bit his ear before withdrawing away from him
Srinu's mind was reeling from the intense pleasure of her handjob, his hips twitching helplessly under her grip.
Srinu (panting desperately): OK... OK! I agree! Just... let go of my penis now!
Priya gave his cock one final, firm squeeze before releasing her grip. She pulled her wet hand out from inside his trousers and casually wiped her messy palm on her saree pallu.
Srinu slowly pulled himself upright, his breath coming in heavy ragged gasps as he quickly pulled up his underwear and zipped up his trousers.
Priya leaned close to his ear one last time, her voice low and commanding.
Priya (whispering softly): Put your pants up and go home silently. We will talk tomorrow over lunch.
After Srinu finished adjusting his belt and clothes, they both stepped out of the study room together. Ashok met them near the main entrance with a warm goodbye.
Ashok (smiling): Goodnight Srinu! Come tomorrow for lunch, okay? We'll have a great time.
Priya (smiling sweetly): Yes Srinu, do come tomorrow for lunch.
Srinu (forcing a polite smile): Thanks Ashok. Goodnight Priya.
Srinu walked out of the house, stepped onto his bike, and kicked the engine to life. As he rode through the cool night air back home, his mind was spinning with the feeling of Priya's tight handjob and the deal they had just struck.
Srinu parked his motorcycle in the porch, turning off the ignition. The engine sputtered and died, leaving him in the cold, quiet night. He stepped off the bike, unlocked the front door, and walked inside. The house smelled faintly of jasmine and dust—empty, cold, and echoing without Ganga. He pushed the heavy wooden door shut until it clicked locked.
He leaned his back against the hallway wall, closing his eyes as his chest heaved. The feeling of Priya's fingers slick with sweat, squeezing and stroking his erection under the study room table while Ashok stood just feet away, was still burning in his veins.
What a dangerous, cunning woman, Srinu thought, his heart thumping hard against his ribs. She grabbed my bare cock right in front of her husband just to force me to stay quiet. But she accepted the deal. Tomorrow over lunch, she will tell me all of Ganga's childhood secrets. I will finally find out if this 'primal voice' Ganga wrote about in her diary has a long history.
Taking a deep breath, Srinu pushed himself off the wall and walked into his home office room—his private investigation center. He didn't turn on the main light, letting the dim yellow glow from the hallway cast long, sharp shadows across the room. He stepped up to his detective board mounted on the wall.
He stared at the whiteboard. His eyes landed on the section marked Priya.
He picked up a black marker, uncapped it with his teeth, and firmly wrote IN PROGRESS in bold, heavy letters right next to Priya's name.
Priya is locked in now, he thought, staring at the fresh black ink. She has no choice. She wants that dirty video deleted from my phone, so she will spill everything. Tomorrow at lunch, the first real piece of Ganga's hidden past will fall into place.
Next, his marker moved across the board to the section labeled Ranigunj / Adda. He uncapped a red marker and drew a sharp, thick line connecting the Ranigunj location to Swati.
Priya can tell me about Ganga's past, but Swathi holds the key to her present, Srinu reasoned, his grip tightening on the marker. Swathi lives right in the heart of Ranigunj. She knows every slum alley, every local rumor, and every dirty secret of that area. She already knew about Ganga's street title there. If anyone can lead me to the secret 'adda' where Ganga goes, it's Swathi. I must visit Swati ASAP to locate that adda. Once she pinpoints the location, I will go there myself and see the truth with my own eyes.
Finally, Srinu's gaze shifted to the top of the board—the line marked Sundari.
Next to Sundari's name, the words IN PROGRESS had been wiped away earlier, replaced by a large, dark ? (Question Mark) and marked BLOCKED. A heavy, bitter knot of frustration formed in his stomach.
He stared at the big black question mark, his fists clenching at his sides.
Sundari gave me that clean, heroic spy story just to pacify me and stop me from digging, he thought bitterly, his jaw tightening. She claims Ganga went to Ranigunj to avenge me, acting as an undercover asset. But what about those missing three weeks? The three long weeks when I lay unconscious in a hospital coma... What really happened during those three weeks?
The memory of the torn diary pages flashed across his mind like a burn.
The diary pages from those three weeks were completely ripped out, Srinu thought, frustration clawing at his chest. What was Ganga really doing while I was fighting for my life in that bed? And what was Sundari doing to her in that locked hospital room? Sundari's line is a blocked dead end. How am I ever going to get answers about what happened in those missing three weeks?
As Srinu stood frozen in front of the board, lost in the black hole of those missing three weeks...
BUZZ... BUZZ... BUZZ...
The sudden, violent vibration of his mobile phone shattered the silence of the dark room.
Srinu twitched, startled. He reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out his smartphone. The bright LED screen lit up the room, displaying a high-priority push notification:
NEW MESSAGE RECEIVED
Sender: Unknown Number (+91 98490 XXXXX)
Time: 11:42 PM
Srinu frowned, his thumb hovering over the glowing glass screen. An unknown number? At this time of the night?
He swiped his thumb across the screen, unlocking the phone, and opened the message app.
The screen loaded a text message along with a media attachment preview:
UNKNOWN SENDER:
"Look at your wife's true face."
ATTACHMENT: 1 VIDEO FILE - TAP TO PLAY
Srinu's heart stopped. A cold wave of dread rushed from his chest straight to his fingertips. His breath hitched in his throat.
With a trembling thumb, he tapped on the video thumbnail to load the preview frame.
The screen rendered a clear, high-definition video frame taken inside a dimly lit room. There, frozen on his phone screen, was Ganga.
Srinu's hands trembled violently. His eyes went wide in utter horror and shock, his breath paralyzed as the video thumbnail began to play.
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