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Author is finding the story from somewhere else i guess that's why the delay in update

Oh no! he cracked my secret..  Sad

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Guys kindly mark this as uncompleted as one of many and go to another story don't waste ur time . Bcoz this author have lots of work do to. Then y the fuck he started this story when he have too much of work..u will get updates once in a year only

Bro i will give update every day.. pls pay my bills .. share your email.. i will send my account details.. are you up for it

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Guys i had the outline of this update and next update 3 weeks ago.. even before posting the last update[42].

But my 9 hrs office work and coming back home late night around 10-10:30 PM.. to make it worse i have to travel between 2 cities every 2 weeks for work. 

This workload is sucking all my energy, although i completed 90% of this update[43].. i could not make myself to write the last 10%.. i just dont feel like writing due to this pressure.. 

But somehow i will try and manage to complete the story..

The only solution is permanently shift from my hometown to my work place.. Which will probably happen this month..

So, be patient.. i will let you know..

Update[43] will be posted today without GIFs Sad ..

To my fellow perverts,

I'm BACK!

Finally the house shifting finished into a house in my budget!

I know most people are not happy about this uninformed departure..

But think it as the gap between SEASONS in a web series   ..... anyway i stopped writing around 1 year.. so its like SEASON 1 has ENDED. 

Lets Start SEASON 2.. first update in season 2 will be posted this week!!!

Again apologies to all readers.. 

Cheers

[kk007007]

The story started promisingly but faltered and dropped pathetically after srinu drank the urine of the slum lady.

To my fellow perverts,

I'm BACK!

Finally the house shifting finished into a house in my budget!

I know most people are not happy about this uninformed departure..

But think it as the gap between SEASONS in a web series   ..... anyway i stopped writing around 1 year.. so its like SEASON 1 has ENDED. 

Lets Start SEASON 2.. first update in season 2 will be posted this week!!!

Again apologies to all readers.. 

Cheers

There is a reason for everything even srinu sleeping .. So wait unill the story ends.. 

[kk007007]

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

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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!”



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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Kindly take your story and shove it in your great canyon if you can't keep your promises one after another playing with the readers and getting entertainment from their desperation. You are a dumbfuck who runs away and you prove it everytime.
Regards ☺️

Bro, I dont give a fuck about you.. why in the hell should i keep my word for your sake. who the fuck are you? i wish i could play with your desperate lonely virgin ass and never give any update. now go read the latest update and jack off. you piece of shit 

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Fantastic come back bro suspense full update keep going good luck for the next update I hope next update will come fast best of luck

Welcome back buddy. was really missing your updates.
All the best

Bro very thanks for the update

Oooo what an update.... building the suspect and the last part of the update it's amazing.....can't wait for more  clp);

Thanks for the came back, excellent update especially last suspense conservation, keep going bro
I hope next update will be in short time thank you

Amazing comeback. That flowchart was amazing and all the gufs. Super thrilled.

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woah KK is back!!

what an update bro.. came back with a bang with rocking update, and left us hanging on such a delicious cliffhanger.. Ganga being clapped on the bus. I wonder after all that he's seen, Srinu is still looking for more proof instead of letting go his wife.

Amazing updates as always brother! Waiting to see how this saga unfolds!.

Thanks KK!

You sound like Yang 

[kk007007]

Guys no update this week.. i will be out of station 

[kk007007]

too many female characters, i m not sure what's the point of diverting focus from ganga

Few thoughts!

OP - This was a great story, one of the best! Detailed, erotic and slow. Loved every bit of it.

Now, coming to critique:

1. Too many female characters - This is Ganga's story (no not even Sreenu's) and most of the readers like to have one central character - The fire of out Loins. Please don't dilute that with side characters.
2. Divulging in past puts a Dampner on what's happening in the present - We loved the way Ganga behaved, but what are we trying with the past stuff here - yes, there is a hidden desire, but story (mostly) should move forward.
3. Slow updates - Kills the joy! Maybe not huge ones, but once a two week or so could be a good pace.

Too many females? There is no such..   

Anyways i understand your favorite is ganga.. mine too! 

But there is reason for everything.. All threads will tied up

[kk007007]

https://xossipy.com/thread-62049-post-60...pid6060084

Not Needed.. Im still here.. Just been busy with my work.. there little to no time to write story.. But im slowly writing the story bit by bit.

[kk007007]

Please post possible suggestions as to what should happen in future in this story, I am thinking of continuing this story

Whoever gives a better/faster update, we will follow that story. Dont really care who the author is.

You Know that you can create your own threads and write your stories. right?

[kk007007]

We will wait for KK to come back and update the story, those who cannot wait please gtfo this page and write your own goddamn story which no one is interested.

Exactly!! Fuck Off 

[kk007007]

Happy goverdhan bro....
Hope all is well..
Bro your all previous update gif is not working...if you have some time please update the gif again ....

I know bro.. Its a pain in the A** process.. Those gifs were removed from the hosting site.

I have re-upload them and add according to the situation.. it wont be easy 

[kk007007]

Believe it or not this is the story of 'The Cheating Wife ?'

Each dot is an idea or a character or a chapter or a timeline or a story arc.. 

Amazing thing is its still not complete.. im still adding dots..

Good news is that its nearly complete.. as you can see i have to connect few more dots and it will be complete.

So, guys all im saying is its a complicated story.. be patient..  

[kk007007]

Last update was over a month ago. Anyways, I have a better version of the story.

KKS-
Let me know if you want to continue, otherwise I can take over.

Guys, You can create your own thread.. write your own story.. 

If you think you have better version of the story... write it in your own thread.

[kk007007]

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.

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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 his office room. His eyes immediately went to the Detective Board. He picked up the red marker and slashed a line through the "IN PROGRESS" under Priya's name, writing "PAUSED" next to it in small letters. Then, he moved to Sundari's name. He wrote "IN PROGRESS" in thick, bold red ink, circling it twice until the tip of the marker squeaked against the board. 

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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Sundari throttled her Scooty through the bustling morning traffic, weaving past auto-rickshaws and vegetable carts with the ease of someone who knew every pothole in the city. Srinu kept a safe distance.

The security officer station loomed ahead—a squat, yellow-washed building with peeling posters of wanted criminals and a faded tricolour flag fluttering lazily on the pole. Sundari parked in the reserved slot near the entrance, slung her bag over her shoulder, and marched inside with a nod to the saluting guard at the gate.

Srinu pulled over across the street, under the shade of a banyan tree, and watched until her khaki-clad figure disappeared through the doors. Only then did he kill the engine, unhooking his backpack from the bike's hook. The bag felt heavier now, loaded with the FIR copy, Ganga's diary, and Chacha's broken phone. He slung it over his shoulder, the strap digging into his skin, and crossed the road slowly, his steps measured to avoid drawing attention. As he approached, he caught glimpses through the open gates: other constables straightening up as Sundari passed, snapping sharp salutes. One even murmured a quick "Good morning, ma'am," with genuine respect in his voice. It was clear—she commanded authority here, not just fear, but admiration from her colleagues.

Just as Sundari vanished into the inner corridors, a small family shuffled up to the entrance—an old woman with a wrinkled face and a faded cotton sari, leaning on a wooden stick; her middle-aged daughter, eyes red from crying, clutching a frayed handbag; and a young granddaughter, barely ten, holding her grandmother's hand with wide, frightened eyes. They hurried inside, their steps urgent, and immediately surrounded Sundari in the reception area visible from the gate.

Srinu edged closer, peering from behind a parked jeep. The old woman clutched Sundari's arm, her voice breaking as she wailed about some stolen jewellery or a neighbour's threat—Srinu couldn't catch every word, but the despair was palpable, like a thick fog in the air. The daughter sobbed quietly, dabbing her eyes with her dupatta, while the granddaughter stared at the floor, twisting her small fingers. Sundari placed a gentle hand on the old woman's shoulder, her voice calm and reassuring.

Sundari (softly, with empathy): "Don't worry, amma. Sit down first. Tell me everything slowly. We'll sort this out."

She guided them to a nearby bench, signalling a peon to fetch water. The family nodded gratefully, the old woman's trembling hands clasping Sundari's like a lifeline. It was a scene of quiet compassion, the kind that made the station feel less like a fortress of fear and more like a place of refuge.

Srinu slipped inside the gate, his backpack slung low, but a burly guard at the entrance blocked his path with a raised hand.

Guard (gruffly, eyeing him up and down): "What do you want here? Can't just walk in like that."

Srinu (calmly, meeting his gaze): "I'm here to meet Constable Sundari. It's important—about a case."

The guard grunted, jotting something on a register.

Guard (nodding towards a bench): "Wait there. I'll inform her."

Srinu nodded and sat on the worn wooden bench in the waiting area, the backpack resting on his lap like a ticking bomb. Beside him sat the same family from moments ago—the old woman fanning herself with her pallu, the daughter whispering comforts, the granddaughter swinging her legs nervously.

Their murmurs floated to him, laced with relief.

Old Woman (sighing, with a faint smile): "That Sundari madam is like a goddess in khaki. So kind, so strong. Last time my neighbour troubled us, she sorted it in one day—no bribes, no nonsense."

Daughter (nodding eagerly, wiping her eyes): "Yes, amma. She's not like other security officer. Listens properly, helps the poor. God bless her family."

Granddaughter (softly, looking up): "She gave me a toffee last time. Said brave girls like me don't cry."

They shared a quiet laugh, the tension easing from their faces. Srinu listened, his confusion deepening. How could this be the same Sundari? The one praised like a saviour, helping families in distress?

Flashes from Ganga's diary hit him again: Sundari in the hospital ward, locking the door, lifting Ganga's gown with clinical detachment that turned predatory. "Spread your legs wider, victim. I need to check how they entered you—for the report." Fingers probing, questions whispered like threats. If she's so great, so respected... how could she do that to my wife?

Moments later, a peon called out.

Peon (waving): "You three—Sundari madam is ready. Go in."

The family rose, gathering their things, and disappeared into Sundari's room. Srinu waited, the bench hard against his back, his mind racing. After what felt like an eternity but was only ten minutes, they emerged—faces lit with smiles, the old woman clasping her hands in thanks.

Old Woman (loudly, beaming): "Thank you so much, madam! You've saved us again. What would we do without you?"

Daughter (teary but happy): "Yes, she'll file the complaint right away. God keep you safe always."

They left, chattering gratefully, leaving Srinu alone with his doubts.

Peon (calling out): "Srinu? Madam will see you now."

Srinu stood, backpack in hand, and entered the small, cluttered room. Sundari sat behind a desk piled with files, a fan whirring lazily overhead. She looked up with a professional smile.

Sundari (gesturing to the chair): "Come in. Please sit."

Srinu (nodding politely): "Thank you."

He sat opposite her, the backpack on his lap. Sundari leaned back, folding her arms.

Sundari (curiously): "How can I help you? You said it's about a case?"

Srinu (straightening, voice steady): "I'm Srinu. My wife is Ganga. You handled our case—the attack a few months ago."

Sundari furrowed her brow, tilting her head as if searching her memory.

Sundari (shaking her head slowly): "Srinu... Ganga... I'm sorry, it doesn't ring a bell right away. We handle so many cases. Refresh my memory?"

Srinu reached into his backpack and pulled out the FIR copy, sliding it across the desk.

Srinu (pointing): "This. The night my wife and I were attacked after the movie. You were the investigating officer. You even interrogated Ganga in the hospital while I was unconscious."

Sundari glanced at the paper, her eyes scanning quickly. Then recognition dawned, and her face brightened. She stood up abruptly, leaning over the desk with a warm smile, extending her hand.

Sundari (enthusiastically, shaking his hand firmly): "Ah, yes! Ganga's husband. How are you now? Fully recovered? I remember now—that was a tough one."

Srinu shook her hand, feeling the strength in her grip, and sat back as she did the same. She buzzed the peon for coffee.

Sundari (gesturing): "Have some coffee? It's fresh."

Srinu (shaking his head): "No, thank you."

She nodded, leaning forward.

Sundari (attentively): "So, how can I help?"

Srinu (leaning in, voice firm): "I need the truth. About my case."

Sundari (confused, tilting her head): "Truth? About what exactly?"

Srinu (frustrated, raising his voice slightly): "My case! The attack on me and Ganga."

Sundari (calmly, waving a hand): "Your case? What happened now? Did you register a new complaint with the writer?"

Srinu (shaking his head): "No need—it's already registered."

Sundari (frowning deeper): "Already registered? Mr. Srinu, I'm confused. Which case are you talking about?"

Srinu pushed the FIR copy closer.

Srinu (pointing emphatically): "This one. The attack. You investigated it. Now tell me the truth about what happened."

Sundari picked it up, her eyes narrowing as she read. She looked up, still puzzled.

Sundari (slowly): "What truth, Mr. Srinu? I don't understand. The case was closed months ago."

Srinu (countering sharply): "Exactly—why was it closed? Without catching all the culprits?"

Sundari (losing patience a bit, voice rising): "What do you mean all the culprits? The men who attacked you and your wife died in a gang fight before we could arrest them. So, obviously, the case closed. What more is there?"

Srinu (leaning forward, intense): "If all the culprits are dead, then why is Ganga still going to Ranigunj? Who is asking her to go there?"

Sundari's face turned suspicious, her eyes narrowing.

Sundari (carefully): "Why would she go to Ranigunj? More importantly, how do you know she's going there?"

Srinu (bluntly): "Because I followed her."

Sundari (suspiciously): "You followed her? To where?"

Srinu (continuing): "I followed her with a suspicious auto driver who took her to Ranigunj."

The moment "Ranigunj" left his lips, Sundari sat upright, her full attention locked on him like a hawk.

Srinu (pressing on): "If the case is closed like you said, why is Ganga still going to Ranigunj? More importantly, who is asking her to come there?"

Sundari leaned forward, placing both arms on the desk, staring at him keenly.

Sundari (probing): "Oh, I see. But why do you think I have the answers to your questions?"

Srinu met her gaze silently for a moment, then pulled Ganga's diary from his backpack, along with the slip bearing Sundari's phone number, and placed them beside the FIR.

Sundari (recognizing the slip immediately): "Where did you get this?"

Srinu (calmly): "I found it in Ganga's diary, where she wrote about you."

Sundari (surprised): "About me? What are you talking about?"

Srinu (quickly): "Yes, she wrote you were the one who interrogated her after the attack. She also wrote you were the first person she called when Javed showed up for the first time after they attacked us and fled. Most importantly, you're the investigating officer, so you must know what happened in those three weeks I was in the hospital—and why she's still going to Ranigunj."

Before finishing, Srinu slammed the diary shut with frustration.

Sundari took a deep breath.

Sundari (soothingly): "Mr. Srinu, calm down. There's nothing to get frustrated about. Nothing happened in those three weeks. Ganga going to Ranigunj could be a total coincidence that you misunderstood. And as for my investigation details, they're confidential—I can't reveal them to a civilian."

Srinu reached into his backpack again and pulled out Chacha's broken phone, placing it on the desk.

Srinu (pointing): "This is Chacha's phone—which you missed at the crime scene. Now tell me the truth, or I'll report this to your superiors and complain about your interrogation."

Sundari (laughing lightly): "Are you trying to blackmail me with a broken piece of evidence for a case that's already closed?"

Srinu stood up, starting to pack his bag.

Srinu (sternly): "I'm not talking about the phone. I'm talking about how you interrogated Ganga in the hospital. I have written proof from Ganga herself in this diary."

Sundari (waving him down): "There's no need to complain to my superiors."

She stood and walked around the desk towards him.

Sundari (defensively): "You've completely misunderstood my interrogation method with Ganga. I did not misbehave—it was just standard procedure. As an officer, I have to look at both the victim and the attacker through the same lens until proven guilty. In my experience, most of the time, the victim might be the actual culprit."

Srinu (with a stern face): "Let me decide who the culprit is. You just tell me the truth."

Sundari looked at him with a defeated expression, took a deep breath.

Sundari (reluctantly): "Okay, I'll tell you the truth. But first, you have to promise me you won't talk about this to anybody—not even Ganga."

Srinu nodded. Sundari hit the call bell on her desk. Moments later, another woman constable entered.

Sundari (introducing): "This is my assistant, Ruhi Sharma. Ruhi, escort Mr. Srinu to the evidence room. I'll join in a few minutes."

Ruhi (nodding politely): "Yes, ma'am."

She turned to Srinu.

Ruhi (gesturing): "Please follow me, sir."

They exited the room. Ruhi paused in the corridor.

Ruhi (pointing to a bench): "Mr. Srinu, can you wait here please? I have to get this evidence into our database."

Srinu handed over his backpack and sat on the bench as she disappeared into a side room marked "Records."

As he waited, low murmurs caught his ear from the corner. He turned to see two shirtless men—pickpocketers, by the look of their chained ankles—squatting on the floor in just boxers. Red welts from lathi blows striped their backs, but they showed no pain, instead wearing creepy grins as they stared at something. Srinu followed their gaze: Constable Ruhi, bent over a computer in the open records room, her khaki shirt hugging her curves.

Srinu wondered what they were smiling about. Then their whispers reached him, low and crude in the local tongue.

First Pickpocketer (grinning, murmuring): "Wah kya maal hai bhai. Ye security officer mein kya kar rahi, isko toh heroine hona tha." [Wow, what a hot piece, brother. What is she doing in security officer? She should be a heroine.]

Second Pickpocketer (nodding, chuckling softly): "Zara uske mamme tho deko, javani phut phut ke bahar aa rahi hai yeh!" [Look at those boobs—youth is bursting out!]

They both snickered.

First Pickpocketer (leaning closer): "Yeh budde log kitne kushnasib hai jo itni jawan kadak maal inke saath kaam kar rahi hai." [These old guys are so lucky that such a young, tight hot piece is working with them.]

Second Pickpocketer (grinning wider): "Yaar yeh bahut... yeh security officer budde apne aap ko kaise sambhal rahe hain... agar main hota toh ab tak station ke beech mein leta ke is randi ko chod dalta." [Bro, this much... these old security officer guys, how are they controlling themselves? If I was there, I would have laid this whore in the middle of the station and fucked her by now.]

First Pickpocketer (laughing under his breath): "Arey in phattu security officer badwon se kuch nahi hota, bas is ladki ko soch ke bathroom mein hilate rahte hain." [Nothing happens from these cowardly security officer bodies—they just think of this girl and jerk off in the bathroom.]

They burst into loud laughter, drawing the guard's attention. He swung his lathi hard across their shoulders.

Guard (barking): "Shut up, you dogs! Or I'll give you more to laugh about."

They winced but kept smirking. Srinu turned away, but the words lingered. He glanced at Ruhi again—her youthful face framed by a neat ponytail, slim figure in the fitted uniform, looking more like a fresh college graduate than a hardened constable. God, they were right; she seemed out of place here, too vibrant, too innocent for this den of complaints and criminals. Her shirt clung just enough to hint at the curves beneath, and for a fleeting moment, Srinu imagined her in a film song, dancing under rain, instead of logging evidence. But he shook it off—focus, he told himself. This wasn't the time for distractions.

Before he could dwell further, Ruhi returned, backpack in hand.

Ruhi (smiling professionally): "All done, sir. Please follow me to the evidence room."

Srinu followed Ruhi down a narrow corridor lined with locked cabinets and humming servers, the air cool and metallic from the air-conditioning. She pushed open a heavy steel door marked "Evidence Room – Authorized Personnel Only," and they stepped inside.

The room was nothing like the dusty lock-ups Srinu had imagined. It was a high-tech nerve centre: racks of advanced spy cameras with long lenses, tiny button cams, and drone-mounted ones; shelves of listening devices—bugs the size of shirt buttons, directional microphones, encrypted recorders; a full projection centre with a large white screen and multiple monitors glowing softly; banks of communication sets with headsets and satellite uplinks; and at the far end, a massive bank-style vault with biometric locks and thick steel doors for storing physical evidence.

Ruhi walked straight to a workstation near the vault, took Chacha’s broken phone from the backpack, and scanned its barcode into the system. She then handed the backpack—now containing only Ganga’s diary and the FIR copy—back to Srinu.

Ruhi (professionally polite): "This will be logged properly. Thank you for bringing it in."

She turned and disappeared behind the vault door to secure the phone.

Moments later, Sundari entered, closing the heavy door behind her with a soft thud. She stood in front of Srinu, arms folded, her expression serious.

Sundari (quietly, one last time): "Remember—no word about this meeting to anyone. Not even Ganga. Promise?"

Srinu nodded once, firmly. She acknowledged it with a small tilt of her head.

Sundari then turned to Ruhi, who had just returned.

Sundari: "Ruhi, turn off the lights."

The overhead fluorescents clicked off, leaving only the soft glow of the projector as Ruhi powered it up. A sharp image appeared on the large white screen: a sprawling, chaotic slum under a hazy sky—narrow lanes choked with people, tin roofs patched with blue tarpaulin, open drains, stray dogs, clotheslines heavy with washing.

Sundari (pointing with a laser pointer): "This is Ranigunj. Headquarters of the crime syndicate that runs most of the city’s underworld."

Ruhi clicked through slides: close-up shots of crowded alleys, children playing near overflowing gutters, women carrying water pots; then bird’s-eye drone views showing the dense maze of the settlement; wider satellite images marking zones in red. Srinu recognised several landmarks immediately—the same twisted lanes he had glimpsed that day following the suspicious auto-wala, the same cluster of blue-tarpaulin roofs he had seen when Ganga disappeared into the slum.

Sundari (voice steady, authoritative): "Ranigunj started as a small migrant settlement decades ago. As the city grew around it, skyscbangrs, malls, IT parks—everything developed. But Ranigunj stayed frozen in time. Mostly '. population, little education, no real infrastructure. People had no legitimate jobs, so they turned to petty crime to survive. That attracted every kind of scum from across the city. Over time, the gangs organised. Now it’s a full syndicate. Murder, kidnapping, extortion, bang—almost every major crime in the city has a thread leading back here."

Srinu (puzzled, frowning): "If they’re so dangerous, why hasn’t the security officer done anything all these years?"

Sundari (sighing): "It’s not that we didn’t want to. We couldn’t. Politicians ordered us to stay hands-off—minority vote bank. Touch Ranigunj, and they’d scream oppression."

Srinu (disbelief heavy in his voice): "So politicians protected criminals… for votes? That’s disgusting."

Sundari (nodding grimly): "Yes. Power matters more than justice to them. They need those votes."

Srinu: "But the government changed recently. This one promised citizen security, more support for security officer. And they don’t care about the Ranigunj vote bank. They’ve never been shy about cracking down."

Sundari (shaking her head): "We tried—many times. Raids, checkpoints, everything. But every time we entered, the locals—children, women, old men—formed human walls. They protected the gang members, called them their well-wishers, said the syndicate gave them money, food, loans when the government didn’t. They were ready to die for them."

Srinu (frustrated): "So what? security officer have power, weapons. Why not force them out?"

Sundari and Ruhi exchanged a long glance. Sundari looked at Ruhi, who stepped forward.

Ruhi (voice calm but edged with memory): "We did, sir. Full force. Lathi charges, tear gas, even shoot-at-sight orders in extreme cases. But the people didn’t back down. They fought us with stones, acid bulbs, whatever they had. Media went crazy—‘security officer oppressing minorities.’ Left parties, NGOs, protests everywhere. Government came under pressure and ordered us to withdraw."

Srinu muttered under his breath: "Damn these communists… always playing politics even with criminals."

He looked up sharply.

Srinu: "Okay, but how does any of this connect to me and Ganga?"

Sundari (raising a hand): "Be patient. You need the full picture to understand."

Ruhi clicked to new slides: three menacing faces projected large on the screen—long beards, dark complexions, scarred cheeks, cold eyes staring straight at the camera.

Sundari: "The syndicate has three major gangs. Leaders: Mastan, Sonu, and the most dangerous—Killa. They’ve divided the city into zones. Every crime feeds one of them."

Srinu stared at the brutal faces, a chill crawling up his spine.

Sundari: "Their intelligence network is better than ours. Daily labourers, newspaper boys, vegetable vendors, maids, watchmen, construction workers—even beggars—all feed them information. That’s how they stay two steps ahead."

Ruhi changed slides again: grainy mugshots of captured thugs.

Srinu’s breath caught. One face jumped out—Ranga, the thief he had caught hugging Ganga from behind in their own kitchen.

Srinu (quickly): "Can you go back one?"

Ruhi obliged. Srinu stared, confirming. Ranga’s smirk, this was the same guy.

Sundari (noticing): "You recognise him?"

Srinu (snapping back, voice steady): "No… thought I did. Mistake."

He wondered silently why he lied—but something told him to keep that card close for now.

Ruhi moved on. Sundari continued.

Sundari: "From interrogating these criminals, we learned about their headquarters—the Adda. Deep inside Ranigunj. We never got the exact location—just that it’s somewhere in the centre."

The word Adda hit Srinu like a punch. Swati’s voice echoed in his memory: the place Ganga vanished into that day he followed her.

Sundari: "We tried infiltrating—disguised constables, informants. Every time, they were caught, beaten half-dead. We stopped risking our people. Then… your case landed on my desk."

Srinu leaned forward, fully alert.

Srinu: "What does our attack have to do with Ranigunj?"

Sundari: "Javed and Chacha weren’t random thugs. They belonged to Killa’s gang. Usually, victims don’t survive. You two did. That made me think they might return—for loose ends, or something else. So I visited Ganga in hospital. Gave her my number. And when she called—Javed at your house—I knew they wanted something from her."

Srinu’s mind raced: All they wanted was to fuck her. What else?

Sundari: "We decided to use that. Turn Ganga into our eyes inside."

Srinu (cutting in, voice rising): "Use Ganga? You mean… she was working for you?"

Sundari (nodding gravely): "Yes, Srinu. She became our SPY!."

Srinu collapsed back into the chair, the world tilting. Ganga—a spy? His gentle, homemaking wife—walking into that hell for information?

Sundari stepped closer, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Sundari (softly): "Are you okay?"

He stared at the floor, speechless. Sundari nodded to Ruhi, who quickly fetched a glass of water. Ruhi offered it; Srinu took it absently, sipped, and set it down.

His husband’s instinct surged—love, fear, rage.

Srinu (standing suddenly, voice shaking): "How could you? She’s innocent—an ordinary housewife! You sent her to those animals knowing what they did to us?"

Tears welled up, hot with helpless anger.

Sundari and Ruhi exchanged glances. Sundari patted his shoulder gently.

Sundari (calmly): "I understand your anger. But she was never in real danger. We had undercover teams watching her every move."

Srinu (slightly calmer): "So… security officer were always nearby? She could call for help?"

Sundari hesitated, glancing at Ruhi. Ruhi spoke softly.

Ruhi (hesitant): "Actually… we never told Ganga she was being protected."

Srinu exploded again.

Srinu (roaring): "Are you insane? You left her alone with those monsters?"

Sundari (steady): "Please understand—we couldn’t risk it. In past operations, protected informants panicked and revealed escorts under pressure. Missions failed. With Ganga… we used plausible deniability. She thought she was alone. That made her natural, convincing. We monitored everything—home, hospital, Ranigunj visits—without her knowing."

Srinu (pointing, furious): "This is madness! I blamed her, hated her for going to Ranigunj—but it was because of you!"

Sundari (deep breath): "No, Srinu. She went because of you."

Srinu (shouting): "What? Have you lost your mind?"

Ruhi (quickly): "Madam, we promised Ganga—never tell Srinu."

Sundari (firmly): "I know, Ruhi. But he deserves the truth now."

She turned to Srinu.

Sundari: "Ganga agreed to spy… for revenge. For your honour. They put you in hospital, nearly killed you. She wanted them destroyed. She walked into that hell to avenge you."

Srinu fell silent, stunned.

Sundari (softly): "She loves you that much. Like Savitri challenging Yama for her husband’s life—Ganga faced these devils for you."

Ruhi (nodding): "She’s the bravest, most devoted woman I’ve seen—after madam sundari, of course."

Srinu stared, lost. Everything he thought he knew—shattered.

Sundari: "Because of her tips, we killed many criminals in encounters—including Javed and Chacha, which we covered it up as ganga war killings. Now only the Adda raid remains—to catch the leaders red-handed."

Srinu (firmly): "No. It ends now. You will not use Ganga again. Leave her out of this."

Ruhi (protesting): "But madam—we’re so close!"

Sundari (raising hand): "It’s okay, Ruhi. We have enough from past intel to finish this."

She turned to Srinu.

Sundari: "Agreed. Ganga is out."

Srinu (relieved): "Thank you."

Sundari: "No—thank your family. Even today, that old woman and her family on the bench? We helped them because of old tips from Ganga."

Srinu (quietly): "The three women beside me?"

Sundari: "Yes."

Her phone buzzed sharply. She answered briefly, then hung up.

Sundari: "Sorry—I have an urgent meeting. Ruhi will see you out."

Srinu nodded numbly. Ruhi gestured.

Ruhi: "Anything else you need, sir?"

Srinu (dazed): "No… I’m good."

He slung the backpack over his shoulder—diary and FIR heavy inside—and followed Ruhi out through the corridors, past saluting constables, into the harsh sunlight.

He mounted his bike, kick-started it, and rode home, the wind whipping his face, mind spinning with this new information.

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