[kk007007]

I have high expectations.

My expectations are like this... I think ganga come forward and say different story. Finally Srinu settled with ganga story and believes. And peace...

End of the story....
Then Ganga says... "Srinu.... I'm pregnant"

Again Srinu will live in agony.

You will see 

[kk007007]

Bro what's your kink or kinky with the name srinivasan, srini, srinu... In all your stories he is well educated, well mannered, but he ends up witnessing his wife's infedility and acting as a whimp.

Too lazy to think of another name 

[kk007007]

Wonderful. But, I thought the two men will fuck her humiliating srinu and she will enjoy knowing that they are true. Her husband is never close to these two mslm men.

Like i said before.. This is not a cuckold story.. 

[kk007007]

Hi kk007007,

Hats off. Not only Ganga, I myself felt srinu as an disturbance. No wonder she closed the door.

Also you avoided cliché like length and grit of the tool, veins, mushroom head blah blah blah.. Good.

Wrong timing bro, you updated during daytime. And I am at work, somehow read the whole update.

You raised my heartbeat, ofcourse the tool hardened inside my pants. But nothing can be done now.. pch..

If you feel srinu as disturbance.. Then get ready.. There is a lot of srinu ahead 

Considering without him there is no story 

[kk007007]

Ganga was getting fucked from behind by Javed. How can she go without pushing him aside to close the door. She could have done that when she returned to them for hooking the blouse. Calling Baby Babe like a high class guy is funny.

Bro the box they are fucking on is right beside the door as mentioned in the story.. i cant draw a picture for you.. you have to use your imagination  banghead:

[kk007007]

Calm or Anger

Javed woke up from his short nap due to noises coming from downstairs. He realized where he was and what had happened, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked down at Ganga, who was still asleep on the floor. Her naked body lay exposed, showing the aftermath of their wild night. Javed shook his head in disbelief at their luck.

 
Javed walked over to the window and peered outside. He saw the construction workers arriving for their night shift. Panic started to set in. He quickly moved to the bed where Chacha was still sleeping.
 
Javed: (shaking Chacha) "Chacha, wake up! We need to go, now!"
 
Chacha groggily opened his eyes, trying to comprehend the urgency in Javed's voice.
 
Chacha: "What’s going on, Javed?"
 
Javed: "The construction workers are here. We need to get out before they come upstairs."
 
Chacha sat up quickly, the gravity of the situation hitting him.
 
Chacha: "What should we do? How do we get out?"
 
Javed: "There's a back exit behind the construction building. We can use that to escape. We need to move fast and quietly."
 
As they spoke, Ganga woke up, her body still exhausted from the night's activities. She listened to their conversation with her eyes still closed, pretending to be asleep.
 
Chacha: "What about her?" (nodding towards Ganga)
 
Javed: (with a dismissive wave) "Her husband will take care of her. We need to worry about ourselves right now."
 
Ganga remained still, not wanting to alert them to her wakefulness. She listened intently, trying to gather as much information as possible.
 
Chacha: "Are you sure we can make it out without being seen?"
 
Javed: "It's our best shot. The front is too risky. If we go out the back, we can slip away unnoticed."
 
Chacha: "Alright, let's do this."
 
Javed and Chacha hurriedly got dressed, their movements quick and practiced. Ganga kept her breathing even, listening to their every step.
 
Javed: "Stay close to me, Chacha. We need to move fast."
 
Chacha: "Got it."
 
Srinu’s heart sank as he realized what was happening. He watched as Javed and Chacha hurriedly gathered their clothes and dressed. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing—the two men who had violated his wife so brutally were about to make their escape, leaving Ganga behind like discarded trash.
As they moved towards the door, Srinu noticed Ganga stirring slightly, her eyes fluttering open before she quickly shut them again, pretending to be asleep. Javed and Chacha, oblivious to her awareness, continued with their escape plan.
 
He watched helplessly as the two men walked out of the room, their footsteps echoing down the hallway. They paused briefly outside the door, and Srinu could see them looking at his unconscious body with sneers on their faces.
 
“Look at that loser,” Javed scoffed. “Didn’t even put up a fight.”
 
Chacha laughed, shaking his head. “Pathetic. Let’s go.”
 
Srinu’s heart broke as he saw them laugh at his prone form, mocking his helplessness. They turned and ran down the stairs, their footsteps fading away as they made their escape. Srinu watched them go, feeling a mixture of rage and despair. He had never felt so powerless in his life.
 
Srinu with a heavy heart knowing that he might never be able to bring them to justice, focused on ganga who was now awake.
 
Ganga woke up slowly after the sound of Javed and Chacha’s footsteps faded away. The room was cloaked in the darkness of midnight, the only light coming from the faint glow of the moon through the window. She lay there for a moment, the silence of the room pressing down on her like a suffocating weight. Her body ached, a stark reminder of the night’s events. She sat up slowly, her movements sluggish and pained, her mind still foggy from exhaustion.
 
She looked around the room, taking in the disheveled bed, the scattered clothes, and the lingering scent of sweat and sex. The events of the night flooded back to her in vivid detail, each memory more shocking and repulsive than the last. The realization of what she had done hit her like a tidal wave, and she felt her heart sink into her stomach.
 
Ganga sat there in silence, her mind a chaotic whirlwind of emotions and thoughts. She finally came to her senses, the gravity of her actions settling heavily on her shoulders. She remembered Javed’s rough hands on her body, Chacha’s eager mouth, and the way she had responded to their touches with a fervor she hadn’t known she possessed.
 
Her head fell into her hands as she tried to make sense of it all. “What have I become?” she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible in the stillness of the room. The questions she had pushed away during the night came crashing back with a vengeance. What kind of woman was she to behave like this? How had she let herself be reduced to acting like a street whore?
 
Tears began to stream down her face as the weight of her actions crushed her. She felt a surge of disgust at herself, at the pleasure she had taken in their touches, at the way she had begged for more. She had always thought of herself as a respectable woman, a dutiful wife. But the woman who had emerged last night was someone she didn’t recognize, someone who reveled in the attention and the rough, illicit pleasure.
 
She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she tried to contain her anger. “Why did I let this happen?” she cried out, her voice breaking. The questions she had been avoiding now screamed at her. Why had she done it? What had driven her to such debauchery? Was it some latent desire for excitement, or was it something deeper, something darker?
 
Ganga’s eyes filled with tears as she grappled with the reality of her actions. She had betrayed Srinu, not just physically, but emotionally and spiritually. She had allowed herself to be used and degraded, and in doing so, had discovered a side of herself she didn’t know existed, a side she wasn’t sure she could ever reconcile with.
 
The questions in her head were relentless. Why had she done it? What had driven her to such debauchery? Was it some latent desire for excitement, or was it something deeper, something darker? She felt like a stranger in her own body, her sense of self shattered by the events of the night.
 
Ganga hugged her knees to her chest, rocking slightly as she tried to calm the storm of emotions inside her. She felt like she was drowning in guilt and shame, unable to find solid ground. The woman she had been before last night seemed like a distant memory, replaced by this new, broken version of herself.
 
As she sat there in the darkness, she let out a choked sob, her body shaking with the intensity of her emotions. She didn’t know what the future held, but she knew she couldn’t stay in this place, both physically and emotionally. She needed to find a way to move forward, to piece together the fragments of her shattered self and figure out who she really was.
 
Seeing her like this, Srinu felt a mixture of emotions. His heart ached for her pain, but he also felt a deep, burning anger for what had been done to her and for her part in it. He understood now why she had not called out to him, why she had not tried to stop what was happening. She was too lost in the moment, too caught up in the chaos of her emotions and the powerful influence of Javed and Chacha.
 
Srinu realized that this was probably why Ganga had not told him the truth about what had happened inside the room. She knew that admitting the full extent of what had occurred would shatter him, that their relationship would never be the same again. She was trying to protect him from the harsh reality, hoping to spare him the pain and devastation that she was now feeling.
 
As he watched her cry, Srinu felt a deep sense of helplessness. He wanted to go to her, to hold her, to tell her that everything would be alright, but he knew that things would never be the same between them. The trust that had been broken, the love that had been tainted—it was all too much to mend. He felt a deep, aching sorrow for the loss of their relationship, for the life they had once shared.
 
Srinu, still reeling from the whirlwind of emotions, saw Ganga begin to gather herself. She slowly stood up, her body trembling as she realized she was completely naked. Panic flashed in her eyes as she started frantically searching for her clothes. Her movements were hurried and desperate, a stark contrast to the earlier moments of indulgence and abandon. She knew that the construction workers could be here any moment, and the thought of being seen like this filled her with dread.
 
Quickly, she dressed, pulling on her saree with shaking hands. She stepped outside the room and took a moment to adjust her hair, smoothing it down in an attempt to regain some semblance of normalcy. Then, with a deep breath, she began to descend the stairs.
 
As she reached the bottom, her eyes fell on Srinu's unconscious body. The sight hit her like a punch to the gut, and she ran to him, tears streaming down her face once more. She knelt beside him, her hands trembling as she checked for any signs of life. Her sobs grew louder as the reality of what she had gambled away sank in.
 
"Oh, Srinu," she cried, her voice choked with guilt and sorrow. "What have I done? What have I become?"
 
She held his hand, feeling the cold, unresponsive touch of his skin, and the weight of her actions crushed her. Her mind raced with the memories of the night, the choices she had made, and the dark side of herself that had surfaced. She knew she could never take back what had happened, and the thought of losing Srinu forever was too much to bear.
 
Desperate for help, she stood up and ran towards the construction workers she had seen earlier. Her voice was frantic, filled with a mix of desperation and urgency. "Please! Help! My husband is hurt! Someone, please help us!"
 
The construction workers, startled by her cries, quickly rushed to her aid. They followed her back to where Srinu lay, and together they worked to help him. Seeing the severity of the situation, one of the workers immediately called the security officer and an ambulance.
 
The minutes felt like hours as they waited for help to arrive. Ganga hovered over Srinu, her hands still shaking, her heart pounding with fear and regret. The construction workers did their best to comfort her, but nothing could ease the torment she felt inside.
 
Finally, the wail of sirens pierced the night air. The security officer and ambulance arrived, and the paramedics quickly assessed Srinu's condition. They carefully lifted him onto a stretcher and rushed him into the ambulance. Ganga watched with a mix of hope and despair as they prepared to take him to the hospital.
 
"Will he be okay?" she asked one of the paramedics, her voice barely above a whisper.
 
"We'll do everything we can," the paramedic replied, offering her a reassuring but uncertain smile.
 
As the ambulance doors closed and it sped away, Ganga felt a crushing weight of responsibility and guilt. She knew that the road ahead would be difficult, that the bond she and Srinu shared had been irreparably damaged. But at this moment, all she could focus on was getting him the help he needed, hoping that somehow, some way, they could find a way to move forward from the nightmare that had unfolded.
 
As Srinu watched his body being taken away to the hospital, he snapped back to reality from his third eye of imagination to the present day. The vivid memories of the events that had unfolded haunted him, and as he watched his past self being taken away to the hospital, the overwhelming emotions became too much to bear.
 
He fell to the ground, unable to control the flood of feelings that surged through him. The weight of his heartbreak and the trauma of that night pressed down on him, and he began to sob uncontrollably.
 
"Why?" he cried out, his voice cracking with anguish. "Why is this happening to me?"
 
The questions echoed in the empty space around him, but there were no answers. The sense of betrayal and loss was overwhelming, and he struggled to understand how things had come to this point. The love he had once shared with Ganga felt tainted and shattered beyond repair.
 
"Why did she do this?" he whispered, his tears flowing freely. "What did I do to deserve this?"
 
His mind raced with memories of happier times, of moments when he and Ganga were inseparable. The contrast between those cherished memories and the painful reality of what had happened was almost too much to bear. He felt as if his world had been turned upside down, leaving him broken and lost.
 
As he lay there on the ground, sobbing and questioning, Srinu realized that the road to healing would be long and arduous. The pain of betrayal cut deep, and he knew that finding a way to move forward would be one of the hardest challenges he had ever faced. But in that moment, all he could do was cry, hoping that somehow, the tears would begin to wash away the hurt that consumed him. 
 
Yang: "Why are you crying like a little girl, huh? She is the one who deserves to cry. Go to her and show this CCTV footage and ask her the truth. If she denies any wrongdoing, you beat her blue and black until she tells the truth. Get up and show her what it is like to cheat on us."
He could hear another voice it was Yin.
Yin: "Don't listen to him. Don't believe him. He just showed you an imagination which came out of your worst insecurities."
 
Srinu: "But... what if it's true? What if she really did betray me?"
 
Yang: "She did betray you! You saw it with your own eyes. She has to pay for this. She needs to understand the pain she caused."
 
Yin: "What you saw with your own eyes is the creation of your thoughts to justify your suspicions. You have no real base to prove that what you have imagined is the actual truth"
 
Srinu: "I'm so confused. I don't know what to believe anymore."
 
Yang: "Do you want to be a fool who forgives a cheater? You saw what she did in your mind."
 
Yin: "Imagination isn't reality. Don't let your insecurities ruin your life. You owe it to yourself to find out the truth calmly."
 
Srinu: "But the memories... they felt so real."
 
Yang: "That's because they are real. She betrayed you. Don't let her get away with it."
 
Yin: "Why would she betray you? She loves you so much."
 
Yang: "Because she wanted to get fucked. She is a whore. She went and asked for it."
 
Yin: (with certainty) Why would she ever do such a thing? You and Ganga have a great sex life.
 
Srinu: (confused) But what if she did? What if she wanted something more? What if I wasn't enough?
 
Yin: (softly) Srinu, you know that's not true. Ganga has always been satisfied with you. She’s always had multiple orgasms whenever you made love.
 
Yang: (mocking) Ha! Satisfied? Maybe she just pretended to be. Maybe she wanted to experience something different, something rougher.
 
 
Yin: "Trust in her love for you, Srinu. Have faith in the relationship you've built."
 
Yang: "Or prepare for the worst, because she might not be the woman you think she is."
 
Srinu: (taking a deep breath) "I don't know what to do. I need to make a choice. Anger or clarity... which path should I take?"
 
Yang: "Choose anger. Make her pay."
 
Yin: "Choose clarity. Seek the truth with compassion."
 
Srinu stood there, torn between the two voices, knowing that his next step would shape the rest of his life.
 
Srinu: (desperately) "Should I ask her?"
 

Yin: "Yes, that is the only way to find out the truth. She is the only one who knows what happened inside that room."
 
Srinu's eyes widened as the gravity of the situation hit him. Questions began to flood his mind.
 
Srinu: "What if she lies? What if she loses her love for me knowing that I'm doubting her? What if she leaves me? What if she confirms that my imagination is the truth?"
 
The questions were overwhelming, each one more terrifying than the last.
 
Srinu: "How will I ever live without her? That will be the end of me."
 
Yin: "You need to face your fears, Srinu. The truth, no matter how painful, is better than living with doubt and insecurity. You need to know, for your own peace of mind."
 
Srinu: (taking a deep breath) "But what if it's too much to handle? What if knowing the truth destroys me?"
 
Yin: "Strength comes from facing our fears, not running from them. You deserve to know the truth, and you owe it to yourself to ask her calmly and sincerely."
 
Srinu: "And if it is true? If she did betray me?"
 
Before Yin and Yang could answer the question Srinu answered himself
 
Srinu: “I will kill her and then I’ll kill myself.”
 
Srinu took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. With a sense of determination, he decided to face his fears head-on. Leaving his inner voices, Yin and Yang, behind in the room, he walked out. The corridor was dimly lit, and the silence of the night amplified the sound of his footsteps. Each step felt heavy with the weight of his doubts and fears.
 
As he ascended the staircase, his heart pounded in his chest. The bedroom door was slightly ajar, and a sliver of light spilled out into the hallway. He paused for a moment, taking in the sight. The light was still on in the room, casting a warm glow. The familiar surroundings of their shared space felt foreign and distant to him now.
 
He approached the door slowly, careful not to make any noise that might disturb Ganga. His hand trembled as he reached for the doorknob. With a gentle push, he opened the door just enough to peek inside. The room was as they had left it, but everything seemed different in the light of his new suspicions.
 
Srinu's eyes fell on Ganga, and for a moment, all his thoughts and suspicions melted away. She was lying on the bed, wrapped in a black nighty that accentuated her curves and contrasted beautifully with her fair skin. Her hair cascaded around her pillow like a dark halo, and her serene face was bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. She looked so peaceful, so innocent, that it was hard to believe she could be involved in anything sinister.
 
Srinu stood there, transfixed by the sight of her. He marveled at how someone could be so beautiful. Her lips were slightly parted as she breathed softly, and a hint of a smile played on them as if she were having a pleasant dream. Her long eyelashes cast delicate shadows on her cheeks, and her skin glowed with a gentle warmth that made her seem almost ethereal.
 

 
He took a tentative step closer, wanting to get a better look at her face. As he moved beside the bed, he felt a rush of emotions—love, longing, regret, and fear—all mingling together. The sight of her, so calm and untouched by the turmoil inside him, brought back memories of happier times. He remembered their laughter, their shared dreams, and the love that had bound them together.
 
For a moment, Srinu let himself believe that everything was okay, that this was just another peaceful night in their home. He leaned down slightly, his eyes tracing the delicate contours of her face. He admired the gentle curve of her cheek, the soft line of her jaw, and the way her hair framed her features. She was a vision of beauty, and in that moment, he felt an overwhelming sense of protectiveness and love.
 
His hand reached out, almost of its own accord, to brush a stray lock of hair from her face. He hesitated for a moment, afraid to disturb her, but the need to feel a connection was too strong. He gently moved the hair aside, his fingers trembling slightly as they grazed her skin. The contact sent a shiver through him, and he felt tears welling up in his eyes.
 
As he looked at her, he couldn't help but notice how beautifully her mangalsutra rested above her cleavage. The gold and black beads contrasted against her fair skin, a symbol of their union and the promises they had made to each other. It lay there, perfectly framed by the delicate curve of her breasts, which rose and fell gently with each breath she took.
 
"How can someone be so beautiful?" he thought to himself, his mind a swirl of conflicting emotions. "How can she be the woman I love and yet be the source of my deepest fears?"
 
He sighed softly, the sound barely more than a whisper. Ganga stirred slightly but didn't wake. Srinu stood there, torn between the desire to hold her and the fear of what he might discover. The love he felt for her was as strong as ever, but it was now laced with uncertainty and pain.
 
He stayed by her side for a few more moments, allowing himself to be lost in her beauty. Then, with a heavy heart, he turned and walked out of the room, his mind a tumultuous sea of questions and doubts. The truth remained elusive, and the night stretched on, filled with the weight of unspoken fears and the fragile hope that their love could endure.
 
As Srinu kept looking at Ganga's serene face, his gaze traveled upward, finally resting on her sindur. The red vermilion mark, which he lovingly applied on her forehead every morning as a symbol of their marital bond, now seemed to blaze with an almost accusatory light. The memories of their daily ritual, a simple act that symbolized so much love and commitment, contrasted starkly with the image that suddenly flashed in his mind.
 
He remembered how she had looked when she came out of that room earlier tonight, her saree mangled, her hair disheveled, and her sindur almost completely rubbed away. The stark difference between the Ganga he loved and the Ganga he had seen tonight was too much to bear. It was like witnessing two different people, and the pain of that realization cut deep into his heart.
 
His eyes started to water, the tears forming unbidden and spilling over as he struggled to reconcile the woman sleeping peacefully before him with the woman from his worst nightmares. The weight of his emotions felt unbearable, and he found that he could no longer stand there, looking at her.
 
Feeling as if he might break down completely, Srinu moved away from the bed. His steps were heavy and unsteady as he walked toward the balcony attached to their bedroom. The cool night air hit him as he stepped outside, offering a brief, if superficial, respite from the turmoil inside his mind.
 
The balcony was a small, intimate space, a place where they often sat together, sharing their dreams and talking late into the night. Tonight, however, it felt like a refuge, a place where he could gather his scattered thoughts and try to find some semblance of peace.
 
He leaned against the railing, looking out into the night. The city was quiet, the streets empty save for the occasional passing car. The stars twinkled overhead, indifferent to the pain that wracked his heart. Srinu took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but the effort only brought more tears.
 
He thought about their life together, the love they had shared, and the promises they had made. How had things come to this? What had gone so wrong? The questions swirled in his mind, each one more painful than the last. He felt a profound sense of loss, as if the very foundation of his life had been ripped away.
 
The image of Ganga with her smudged sindur haunted him. It was a symbol of everything that had gone wrong, a mark of the betrayal he feared. He remembered how proud he had felt every morning, applying the sindur to her forehead, and how it had always seemed to glow with the promise of their shared future. Now, that promise felt broken, the future uncertain and filled with doubt.
 
He couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness. He wanted to confront her, to demand answers, but he was also terrified of what those answers might be. The thought of losing her, of their love being tainted by betrayal, was more than he could bear.
 
As he stood there, staring into the night, the tears continued to flow. The cold metal of the railing under his hands grounded him slightly, offering a physical anchor to his spiraling emotions. He knew he needed to find a way to move forward, to confront the situation and find the truth, but in that moment, all he could do was cry. The weight of his fears and the love he still felt for Ganga tore at him, leaving him feeling lost and broken.
 
In the quiet of the night, Srinu wept for what he had lost, for the woman he loved, and for the uncertain future that lay ahead. The balcony, once a place of shared dreams, now bore witness to his deepest sorrow.
 
As he stood there, lost in his sorrow, his new phone vibrated in his pocket. The unexpected sensation jolted him slightly, pulling him out of his emotional spiral. He reached into his pocket with trembling hands and pulled out the phone, his vision blurred by tears.
 
He checked the message, hoping for some distraction, but it was just a spam message. He closed the message with a sigh, feeling even more alone and adrift. As he returned to the home screen, his eyes fell on the wallpaper, and his heart gave a painful lurch.
 
The wallpaper was a picture of Ganga, her face lit up with a radiant smile. It was from the early days of their relationship, a time when everything had felt new and exciting. Srinu stared at the image, his tears momentarily forgotten as he was transported back to those happier times.
 
He remembered the day they had taken that picture. They had been at a park, laughing and talking, completely absorbed in each other. It was one of the first times he had realized just how much he loved her. Her laughter had been infectious, her joy pure and untainted by the worries of the world.
 
As he looked at the picture, Srinu thought about how cute she was, her eyes sparkling with happiness and her smile wide and genuine. That smile had been one of the first things that had drawn him to her, a smile that seemed to light up the entire world.
 
The memory of those early days brought a bittersweet feeling. On one hand, it reminded him of the deep love they had shared, but on the other hand, it contrasted sharply with the pain and confusion he felt now. How had they gone from those joyful moments to this?
 
He realized that the picture was more than just a memory; it was a symbol of everything he had loved about Ganga. It represented the innocence and purity of their early relationship, a time when they had been inseparable and deeply in love.
 
As Srinu stood on the balcony, the memories of their relationship began to flood his mind, offering him a temporary escape from the pain and confusion that had consumed him. He remembered how he had first met Ganga when his family went to her home to meet her family as part of their arranged marriage. Although it had been an arranged marriage, for him, it was the purest form of love marriage.
 
His mind drifted into his memories, and he could clearly remember everything as if it had happened yesterday. The vivid recollection of their first meeting replayed in his mind, each detail etched deeply in his heart.
 
THE FLASHBACK!!

[kk007007]

Story is going well and erotic, but one thing always strikes my mind while reading is that these incidents are just an imagination of Srinu and not happened in reality. This thought makes up my mind that whatever am reading is not true which does not triggers the real feelings up.

I hope you have thought about expressing the story in different angle. Here the truth can possibly be expressed by Ganga only. So, proceeding the story from Ganga’s angle would make us believe that what exactly has happened.

Perhaps you can use Srinu to hypnotise Ganga and gets all the truth from her.

 

Just have patience! Man. You will get your answers.

[kk007007]

Marvelous update, but with less detailing in my opinion.

Did Javed not taken her number?  

Ganga came back to them only to seek their help to save her husband. however, these bastards left her without any care? Ganga did not even mind their behavior or not even thought about them.

She told polis that her jewels and phone are stolen etc. This update does not touch that.

Her mangalsutra is still with her and also her earrings, ankle chain etc. cops did not question it? They must also be brainless like her husband.

In any case where a husband is beaten to death and jewels not stolen, the first suspect will be the wife for adultery. Here that too did not happen.

Hope these things comes out as part of investigation of super cop Srinu.

Bro, its just srinu's imagination based on cctv footage.

What's the point if ganga gets their phone number ?

Now i wonder are you guys understanding the plot or not ????

[kk007007]

Why Srinu is not focusing on catching the culprits?His wife may lie to him but not them.
He should turn his anger from his wife to them.
Srinu face to face with javed and chacha and how that scene unfolds.Them making fun of srinu telling how they enjoyed his wife.Or srinu helping the cops in catching the criminals and them telling the truth.
I write all this cuz you seem like cornering yourself with the only option of confronting his wife to know the truth.

Bro, srinu went to po!ice station, Investigation is ongoing. His focus is to catch them. But he is a common man like any one of us. he cant be running on roads and beating the **** out of people to catch the culprits. I'm pretty much sure this is what any common man would do in a situation like this.

[kk007007]

Srinu is mentally and physically weak person. He neither have guts to face his wife or those men. These type of men always doubt their beautiful wife imagining that they are in affair with someone. Slowly they start spying them and then torturing them. Sometimes they go to extent of killing. These type of men have a feeling that they are not satisfying their partner and there is a great chance that their wife will open their legs when they meet someone charming and stronger. More than that, it looks like after been hit in his head, srinu slowly losing his mental stability.

Not really.. 

[kk007007]

The Flashback Part-1[non-erotic]

1. Srinu's Father - Ramesh.
2. Srinu's Mother - Lakshmi.
3. Ganga's Father - Prakash.
4. Ganga's Mother - Subhadra.


5. Ganga's Sister - Anjali.


6. Anjali's Sister-in-law - Rekha.


7. Ganga's Aunt - Radha.


8. Ganga's Cousins - Rani and Meena



9. Ganga's Best Friend - Priya.

10. Maid - Kamala.


Srinu sat on the armchair present on the balcony while watching her picture on the phone. His mind drifted to the flashback of when they first met.
Srinu and his family were traveling in the car to Ganga's family in their village. Srinu was sitting in the front seat beside the driver, and his parents were sitting in the back. He could hear his parents argue about Ganga's match with Srinu.

Ramesh: "I'm telling you, the previous girl was a better match for Srinu. She came from a more influential family."

Lakshmi: "Oh, please! Ganga is the perfect match for him. I arranged it, and I know what's best for our son."

Srinu: (smiling to himself, thinking) "Here they go again."

Srinu was unable to do anything but laugh at their silly arguments. He was there only because they forced him to come along. He wanted to enjoy his bachelor life for a few more years before getting married. 

Srinu: (thinking) "I just need to get through this. I'll reject the girl politely, and maybe they'll finally get off my back about marriage."

He had decided to reject the girl his parents wanted him to marry. He was only tagging along so that his parents would get off his neck about marriage as they had failed to find the right match for him so far.

They continued arguing.

Ramesh: "This village is so far from the city. The roads are terrible. How will we visit often? It's not practical."

Lakshmi: "Oh, come on! If the roads in the city are any better, there are potholes everywhere in the city as well. It's not just the village roads."

Ramesh: "And what about her family? We hardly know them."

Lakshmi: "They are the most Sanskari [traditional and cultured] family in the whole village. They uphold values and traditions that are hard to find these days."

Ramesh: "But look at this place. It's so backward. How will she adjust to city life?"

Lakshmi: "You underestimate her. She's well-educated. Although she lives in the village, her education was in the main city. She's well-versed in the city environment. She's adaptable and intelligent."

Srinu sat in the front seat, tuning out their debate, letting it become a distant hum. He gazed out the window, soaking in the tranquil scenery that unfolded before him. The air was fresh and pure, a stark contrast to the polluted city atmosphere he was used to. The lush green paddy fields stretched out endlessly, swaying gently with the breeze. Glimpses of serene lakes sparkled under the sunlight, adding to the picturesque landscape.

The arguments between his parents continued, but for Srinu, they were just background noise. He found solace in the beauty of the village environment, the simplicity and purity it exuded. The villagers seemed content, living a life unburdened by the constant rush and noise of the city.

Srinu's thoughts wandered as he admired the view. "A woman coming from such a pure and beautiful village must be very pure herself," he mused. The simplicity and serenity of the village life resonated with him. He felt a strange sense of peace as he watched the villagers go about their daily routines, unburdened by the hustle and bustle of city life.

Despite his initial reluctance to come along, he found himself intrigued by the possibility of meeting someone who embodied the virtues his mother praised so highly. Perhaps, he thought, there was something to be said about the wholesomeness of village life and the values it instilled in its people. As they approached their destination, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity about the woman his parents had chosen for him.

Finally, they reached Ganga's house. As Srinu and his family stepped out of the car, they were warmly received by Ganga's family at the gate. The gathering was larger than Srinu had anticipated, with many relatives present for the occasion.

Subhadra: "Welcome, welcome! We are so happy to have you here."

Lakshmi: "Thank you so much for the warm welcome. It's wonderful to see everyone here."

Srinu noticed that Ganga's family was quite big, with all her relatives gathered to greet them. The men in the family were cheerful and relaxed, with no signs of stress or worry etched on their faces. Unlike in the city, where people often seemed preoccupied and anxious, the men here seemed genuinely content. Srinu also observed that none of the men had the typical signs of stress-related aging—no deep wrinkles on their foreheads, no significant hair loss, and no signs of being overweight.

Ramesh: "It's impressive how everyone seems so happy and at ease here."

Lakshmi: "Yes, it speaks volumes about the quality of life in this village."

Srinu quickly understood the reason behind their happiness when he saw the women of the family. Each woman was healthy and vibrant, with ample, well-proportioned figures and full, ample boobs. They were chubby, but not fat, exuding a natural beauty and charm. Their presence seemed to radiate warmth and joy, making the atmosphere even more welcoming.

Ganga's Aunt: "Please, come inside and make yourselves comfortable."

Srinu couldn't help but think that if a man had a woman like these in his life, it would be hard to be unhappy or stressed out. The women were not only beautiful but also seemed genuinely content and nurturing, contributing to the overall harmony of the family.

Lakshmi: "Look at how lovely they all are. Such grace and beauty."

Ramesh: "Indeed. It’s a different world here."

Srinu started reconsidering his decision to reject the match. Seeing the women in Ganga's family, he began to think differently. Their beauty and the evident happiness of the men in the family made him wonder if he had been too hasty in wanting to enjoy his bachelor life for a few more years. The idea of having a life partner who brought such joy and contentment began to appeal to him more than he had expected.

Srinu: (thinking to himself) "Maybe there’s something to this. Maybe this is what I've been missing in the city."

As they were led into the house, Srinu's mind was abuzz with new thoughts and possibilities, feeling a mix of excitement and curiosity about meeting Ganga. The idyllic village setting, combined with the warmth and beauty of her family, was starting to change his perspective on marriage and what he truly wanted in life.

They all gathered around the living room, the atmosphere filled with the hum of conversations and laughter. Each family sat opposite one another, exchanging pleasantries and getting to know each other. The room was cozy and traditionally decorated, with wooden furniture and bright, colorful textiles that added warmth to the space.

Subhadra: (gesturing to Radha, Rani, Meena, and Kamala) "Please bring the sweets and refreshments, girls."

Radha: (nodding) "Of course, Didi." (leads Rani, Meena, and Kamala to the kitchen)

Subhadra: (turning to Anjali and Rekha) "Anjali, Rekha, please get Ganga ready and bring her to the living room."

Anjali: (smiling) "We're on it, Ma."

Rekha: (nodding) "We'll have her ready in no time."

Anjali and Rekha obeyed Subhadra's order and went to Ganga's room to help her get ready.

Ramesh: (talking to Prakash) "Your village is so peaceful. It's a nice change from the city."

Prakash: (nodding) "Yes, we are very proud of our community here."

Lakshmi: (to Subhadra) "I've heard so much about your family. It's wonderful to finally meet you all."

Subhadra: (smiling) "The feeling is mutual. We've heard great things about your family as well."

Srinu: (thinking to himself) I wonder what Ganga is like. This village is beautiful, and the people seem so happy. Maybe this isn't such a bad idea after all.

Radha: (to Rani and Meena) "Make sure the sweets are arranged nicely. Everything has to be perfect."

Meena: (smiling) "Don't worry, Ma. We've got it covered."

Kamala: (bringing a tray of refreshments) "Here you go, Didi."

Rani: (arranging the sweets) "I hope Ganga isn't too nervous."

Radha: (smiling) "She'll be fine. She has us to support her."

The living room was abuzz with conversation. As Srinu sat in a chair, observing the lively atmosphere, he noticed two young kids approaching him. They seemed to be children of some relatives, he thought.

Kid 1: (tugging on Srinu's hand) "Uncle, let's go outside and play!"

Kid 2: (jumping with excitement) "Yes, come on! It'll be fun!"

Srinu smiled at their enthusiasm and couldn't refuse their request. He followed the kids outside the door, where they started playing catch. The laughter and joy of the children were infectious, and Srinu found himself genuinely enjoying the game.

They threw the ball back and forth, but one of the kids threw it a bit too hard, and the ball sailed over Srinu's head.

Srinu: (laughing) "Whoa, that was a strong throw!"

The ball landed near a window, and Srinu went to fetch it. Little did he know that the window belonged to Ganga's room. As he approached the window, he could hear faint voices and laughter coming from inside.

As Srinu bent down to retrieve the ball near the window, he heard Ganga's name being mentioned. Curiosity got the better of him, and he couldn't resist peeking inside. What he saw left him both amused and enchanted.

The scene inside was a whirlwind of activity. Anjali was pacing back and forth, her voice filled with frustration.

Anjali: (shouting with anger) "Ganga, will you please get ready? We don't have all day!"

Rekha and Priya were diligently arranging ornaments and a beautiful saree at the dressing table, preparing everything for Ganga. Despite the urgency in the room, Ganga was entirely engrossed in her own little world.

Ganga was sitting on the floor in front of the TV, holding her nephew on her lap. They were both watching cartoons, completely unbothered by the commotion around them. Srinu couldn't help but smile at the sight.

Ganga and her nephew were having a playful argument about the cartoon characters on the screen.

Nephew: (pointing at the TV) "No, Ganga Aunty! This character is better!"

Ganga: (laughing) "No way, he's not as funny as the other one!"

Despite Anjali's continuous scolding, Ganga's focus remained on the cartoon. She laughed and teased her nephew, her face lighting up with joy. Anjali, growing more frustrated, finally had enough.

Anjali: (forcefully taking her son away from Ganga) "Give me your partner in crime and get ready soon, Ganga!"

Rekha: (arranging a necklace) "Anjali, calm down. She's just trying to keep him entertained."

Srinu watched this interaction with a mix of amusement and admiration. He was amazed at how Ganga managed to stay so innocent and carefree amidst all the chaos. Her playful argument with her nephew and the way she handled Anjali's anger with such grace and humor made Srinu's heart melt.

Srinu: (thinking to himself) "She is so cute and pure-hearted. It's incredible how she can be so relaxed and happy in such a situation."

Srinu laughed quietly as he continued to observe. Anjali's frustration, Ganga's playful demeanor, and the overall lively atmosphere of the room made him see the beauty in Ganga's innocence. It was a moment that deepened his curiosity and affection for her even more.

Srinu: (thinking to himself) "She really is something special. How can someone be so carefree and joyful? She's unlike anyone I've ever met."

Ganga finally handed her nephew over to Anjali with a playful pout.

Anjali, frustrated by Ganga's lack of seriousness, continued to scold her.

Anjali: "Ganga, why aren't you getting ready? You know how important this meeting is!"

Ganga: (standing up and arguing) "Why should I get ready? I never asked for this marriage."

Anjali: "Then what will you do without getting married? Watch cartoons for the rest of your life?"

Ganga: (playfully) "Yes, me and my nephew will watch cartoons and live happily ever after."

Her nephew gave her a high five, acknowledging her answer, while Priya and Rekha laughed at Anjali and Ganga's silly argument.

Srinu was completely lost in Ganga's beauty and innocence. He thought to himself, "If I'm ever going to marry anyone, she is the one I will marry." The scene left a lasting impression on him, solidifying his growing feelings for her.

Srinu was still captivated by the scene unfolding before him when Anjali's eyes fell on him peeking through the window. For a moment, there was an awkward silence. Then Anjali let out an awkward laugh, which caught Ganga's attention.

Anjali: (forcing a smile) "Oh, um, hello there..."

Ganga, confused by her sister's strange behavior, followed her gaze to the window. When she saw Srinu peering in, she reacted instinctively.

Ganga: (shouting) "Hey! What do you think you're doing? Get away from here!"

Rekha and Priya paused, turning their attention to the commotion. Anjali quickly intervened, cutting Ganga off mid-sentence.

Anjali: (whispering urgently in Ganga's ear) "Ganga, stop! That's Srinu, the one who has come to see you for the marriage proposal."

Ganga's face turned a deep shade of red as she realized her mistake. Embarrassed, she quickly hid behind her sister. Anjali turned back to Srinu, attempting to smooth over the situation.

Anjali: (apologetically) "I'm so sorry for the misunderstanding, Srinu. She didn't realize who you were."

Srinu: (with an awkward smile) "It's okay, really."

He retrieved the ball and started to move away from the window. As he did, he noticed Ganga peeking over her sister's shoulder to look at him. Her cheeks were still flushed with embarrassment, and Priya and Rekha couldn't help but laugh at her reaction.

Priya: (laughing) "Well, that was a dramatic first meeting."

Rekha: (teasing) "Looks like someone is already smitten."

As Srinu walked away, he couldn't help but smile. Despite the awkward encounter, he was more certain than ever that Ganga was the one for him. The way she had blushed and tried to hide behind her sister had only made her seem more endearing. Srinu's heart raced with excitement as he looked forward to getting to know her better.

He thought to himself, "How lucky am I to get a girl like her? Only a stupid person would say no to her." The brief encounter had left a lasting impression on him. He threw the ball back to the two kids, smiling as they resumed their game, and then headed back inside the house, his heart brimming with excitement.

The living room was abuzz with conversation. Srinu's family was engaged in a lively discussion with Ganga's relatives. The atmosphere was warm and welcoming, filled with the sounds of laughter and chatter. Srinu, however, was too excited to participate. He found a seat and waited eagerly for Ganga to make her appearance.

After what felt like an eternity to Srinu, Anjali and Priya appeared at the entrance of the living room, each holding one of Ganga's arms. Rekha followed closely behind, holding Anjali's son. Ganga looked stunning. She was dressed in a beautiful saree, her hair neatly arranged, and her face glowing with a shy smile. 

Anjali: (softly to Ganga) "Come on, don't be shy. Everyone's waiting for you."

Priya: (gently) "You look beautiful, Ganga. Just take a deep breath."

Ganga nodded, trying to calm her nerves. She walked slowly into the room, flanked by her sister and best friend, and all eyes turned to her.

Srinu's heart skipped a beat as he saw Ganga. She looked even more beautiful than he had imagined. Her saree was a vibrant shade of blue that complemented her complexion perfectly. Her eyes, downcast with shyness, held a sparkle that Srinu found captivating. 

Srinu: (thinking) "She's absolutely perfect. How could anyone not fall in love with her?"

Ganga's family looked on with pride. Subhadra's eyes gleamed with happiness as she watched her daughter make her way into the room. Radha, Rani, and Meena stood by, smiling encouragingly at Ganga.

Subhadra: (beaming) "This is my daughter, Ganga. She's the light of our lives."

As Ganga approached the seating area, Anjali and Priya gently guided her to a seat beside Srinu. Srinu's parents smiled warmly at her, and Ganga offered a polite greeting, still blushing from the attention.

Srinu's Father: (cheerfully) "Hello, Ganga. We've heard so much about you."

Ganga: (softly) "Hello, uncle. It's nice to meet you all."

Srinu could barely contain his excitement. He couldn't stop stealing glances at Ganga, admiring her beauty and grace. The image of her playing with her nephew and arguing with her sister was still fresh in his mind, making him smile.

Srinu: (thinking) "I can't believe how perfect she is. I hope she likes me as much as I like her."

After the families exchanged pleasantries and got to know each other better, they decided it was time for Srinu and Ganga to have a private conversation. Anjali took Srinu and Ganga to the same room from where Ganga had earlier emerged. The room was cozy, filled with books and adorned with personal touches that reflected Ganga's personality.

At first, there was an awkward silence. Both of them were waiting for the other to start talking. Srinu shifted uncomfortably in his seat while Ganga picked up a book lying on the table and started flipping through it absentmindedly.

Finally, Srinu mustered the courage to speak.
Srinu: "I'm really sorry for peeking into the room earlier. I didn't mean to intrude."
Hearing this, Ganga remembered the scene and couldn't help but laugh. However, she quickly hid half of her face with the book she had picked up earlier. Srinu noticed this and for the first time in his life, he truly understood what it meant to smile with one's eyes. Her eyes sparkled with joy, and it was so beautiful that he couldn't help but keep looking at them.
Ganga lowered the book slightly, revealing a warm, genuine smile.
Ganga: "I'm sorry too, for being rude to you. I didn't know who you were."
Srinu smiled, feeling a bit more relaxed. The initial tension began to dissolve.

After those initial awkward moments and apologies, their conversation began to flow more naturally. They started talking more freely, and Ganga's lively personality began to shine through.

Ganga spoke animatedly about her interests, sharing silly jokes and stories that made Srinu laugh. Srinu was amazed at how she could spread joy just by speaking. He found himself completely captivated by her charm and infectious laughter.
Ganga: "And then there was this one time, I tried to make a cake, but it ended up looking like a pancake! My sister couldn't stop laughing."
Srinu: (laughing) "That sounds hilarious. I guess cooking isn't your strong suit?"
Ganga: (smiling) "No, but I make up for it in other ways. I love reading and painting. What about you?"

As they continued talking, they lost track of time. What was supposed to be a few minutes of conversation stretched into nearly an hour. They were so engrossed in their discussion that they didn't even notice the time passing.

As the minutes stretched into an hour, the family members outside began to feel a bit awkward. Subhadra, concerned about the long duration of the conversation, decided to send Anjali to check on Ganga and Srinu.

Subhadra: (whispering to Anjali) "It's been a while. Go see what's going on in the room and bring them outside."

Anjali: (nodding) "Okay, Mom."

Anjali walked to the room and gently knocked on the door before opening it. She saw Ganga and Srinu still engrossed in conversation, laughing and enjoying each other's company.

Anjali: (playfully) "Kuch batein shadi keliye bhi chod do. [Leave some things to talk about for the wedding.]"

Ganga and Srinu stopped talking and looked at Anjali with surprise. They hadn't realized how much time had passed.

Anjali: "Have you seen the time?" (She checks her phone) "It's been nearly an hour already. Let's go, Mom told me to get you."

Ganga looked at Srinu for a moment, feeling a bit reluctant to leave but knowing they had to rejoin the family. She stood up and walked towards Anjali.

As Ganga turned her back to Srinu and walked towards Anjali, Srinu felt a sudden urge to stay connected with her. With a stuttered voice, he asked,

Srinu: "C-can I get your number?"

Anjali nudged Ganga playfully with a smile, sensing the budding connection between them.

Anjali: (teasingly) "Your boyfriend is asking for your number."

Ganga looked at Srinu and blushed, her face turning a lovely shade of red as she looked down with shyness.

Ganga: (nudging Anjali back) "Stop it. What are you saying?"

Anjali: (giggling) "Oh, sorry. Your future husband is asking for your number."

Ganga's face grew even redder with shyness. She hesitated for a moment but then gave her phone number to Srinu using hand gestures, still looking down and avoiding direct eye contact.

Srinu quickly noted down her number, feeling a rush of excitement. This small act solidified the connection they had built during their conversation. Ganga felt a mix of shyness and happiness, her heart fluttering at the thought of what was to come.

Srinu: "Thank you, Ganga."

Ganga: (smiling shyly) "You're welcome."

Anjali guided Ganga out of the room, both of them exchanging smiles and giggles. Srinu followed, feeling a sense of accomplishment and joy. As they re-entered the living room, the family members looked up, curious about what had transpired.

After a long and pleasant conversation between the families, it was time for Srinu and Ganga to give their decision about the marriage.

Srinu's Father: (smiling) "So, what have you both decided?"

Srinu: (without hesitation) "Yes, I would love to marry Ganga."

Srinu's parents were taken aback by his sudden change of heart. They exchanged surprised glances, unable to hide their shock.

Srinu's Mother: (whispering to her husband) "Did you hear that? Our son just agreed!"

Subhadra: (looking at Ganga) "And you, Ganga? What is your decision?"

Ganga nodded her head, her face showing a mixture of shyness and happiness.

Ganga: (softly) "Yes, I want to marry Srinu."

Both families erupted in joy, their faces lighting up with happiness. The elders congratulated each other, and the atmosphere became one of celebration.

The families quickly moved to discuss the marriage date. After some deliberation, they agreed on a date just three weeks away.

Ganga's Father: (smiling) "Three weeks from now it is. Let’s start the preparations."

The families enjoyed a hearty lunch together, followed by a leisurely afternoon drinking fresh coconut water on Ganga's family farm. Laughter and joy filled the air as they spent quality time together, building bonds and sharing stories.

As the day came to an end, Srinu's family prepared for their return journey. Srinu, however, was preoccupied with trying to find Ganga among the many relatives gathered to see them off. He looked around but couldn't spot her anywhere.

Just then, he heard children's voices shouting from upstairs. He looked up and found Ganga standing on the rooftop with some children. Their eyes met, and they exchanged a long, meaningful glance.

Srinu: (waving his hand) "Goodbye, Ganga."

Ganga: (waving back, her eyes reflecting her emotions) "Goodbye, Srinu."

They maintained eye contact until the car started moving away from the site. Ganga stood there, watching until the car disappeared from view.

As the car drove away, Ganga descended from the rooftop, her mood visibly dull. Her sister Anjali and cousins Meena and Rani tried to cheer her up, but nothing seemed to lift her spirits.

Anjali: (teasingly) "Come on, Ganga. Cheer up! You'll be seeing him again soon."

Meena: "Yes, it's not like he's gone forever."

Rani: "Think about the wedding preparations!"

But Ganga's mind was elsewhere, filled with thoughts of Srinu. Just then, her phone buzzed with a message. She opened it to find a text from Srinu saying, "Hi, this is Srinu."

A smile spread across her face as she read the message. It was the first thing that truly cheered her up.

Ganga: (smiling at her phone) "Hi, Srinu."

Her sisters and cousins noticed the change in her expression and teased her further.

Anjali: (grinning) "Looks like someone got a special message."

Meena: "Finally, a smile!"

Rani: "See? He's already making you happy."

Ganga blushed but couldn't stop smiling as she replied to Srinu's message. The connection between them was undeniable, and she felt a wave of warmth and excitement for the future.

The next three weeks were a whirlwind of emotions and anticipation for Srinu and Ganga. Their connection, which began with a simple glance and an exchange of phone numbers, blossomed into a deeper bond through their conversations over the phone.

Every day, Srinu and Ganga would spend hours talking on the phone, getting to know each other better. Their conversations were filled with laughter, shared dreams, and the excitement of their upcoming wedding.

Srinu: (on the phone) "Hi, Ganga. How was your day?"

Ganga: (smiling) "Hi, Srinu. It was good. Busy with the wedding preparations. What about you?"

Srinu: "Same here. I can't wait to see you again. These days feel so long."

Ganga: (teasingly) "Only a few more days to go. Then we will be together."

Their conversations often extended into the late hours of the night, where they shared their hopes, fears, and the excitement of starting a life together.

Srinu: "Do you have any particular dreams for our future, Ganga?"

Ganga: "I dream of a happy life with you, filled with love and laughter. What about you?"

Srinu: "I dream of the same. I want to make you the happiest person in the world."

Ganga: (blushing) "You already make me happy, Srinu."

When they weren't talking on the phone, Srinu and Ganga kept in touch through messages. Srinu would often send Ganga sweet texts during his breaks at work, while Ganga would share pictures of the wedding preparations.

Srinu: (texting) "Just wanted to say I miss you. Can't wait to see you again."

Ganga: (replying) "I miss you too. Look at these flowers we picked for the wedding. Do you like them?"

Srinu: "They're beautiful, just like you."

As the days went by, Srinu found himself missing Ganga more and more. Every conversation and every message made him long to see her again. He would often look at her picture on his phone and imagine the life they would share.

Srinu: (thinking) "How did I get so lucky? She's everything I've ever wanted and more."

His anticipation grew with each passing day. The thought of seeing Ganga again filled him with excitement and happiness. He could hardly wait for the day of their wedding to arrive.

On the other side, Ganga was equally excited. She was busy with the wedding preparations but always found time to talk to Srinu. Her family noticed the change in her – she was always smiling, and there was a certain glow about her.

Anjali: (teasing) "Look at you, Ganga. You're glowing! Must be because of all the love."

Ganga: (blushing) "Stop it, Anjali!"

Her sisters and cousins would often tease her about her frequent phone calls with Srinu, but they were genuinely happy for her.

Meena: "You're going to make such a beautiful bride, Ganga."

Rani: "Srinu is a lucky guy."

As the wedding day drew closer, the excitement and anticipation reached their peak. Both families were busy with the final preparations, and Srinu and Ganga's conversations became even more frequent and heartfelt.

Srinu: (on the phone) "Just a few more days, Ganga. I can't wait to see you walk down the aisle."

Ganga: "Me too, Srinu. It feels like a dream."

Srinu: "A beautiful dream that's about to come true."

Ganga: (smiling) "Yes, it is."

Their love grew stronger with each passing day, and the thought of being together filled them with joy and anticipation. The next three weeks were a testament to their growing bond and the promise of a beautiful future together.

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From the pics posted, it looks like all women in Ganga village will keep the blouse open and show their boobs to others. :) Ganga from that background is no doubt fallen easy prey to these M*lim men. She would have seen her friends in the village doing this without any guilt.

NO, you are wrong. those pictures are to show that women of her family are healthy and have ample bosom.

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The Flashback Part 2

Three weeks had passed since Srinu and his family had first visited Ganga's village. The day had arrived for them to return, and Srinu found himself filled with anticipation and excitement.


Srinu's family set out early in the morning to make the journey back to Ganga's village. The moment Srinu got out of the car, the only person he wanted to meet was Ganga. Ganga was among her relatives who received Srinu's family. As Ganga came forward, she touched the feet of Srinu's parents and took their blessings. As she rose up, her eyes met Srinu's, and they both exchanged greetings with a shy smile. In front of all the relatives, Srinu could only manage a simple greeting, but his heart was eager to meet her in person. He was tired of talking to her only on the phone.

The families went inside, and Ganga, along with the female members of her family, served lunch to everyone. After having lunch, both families relaxed and engaged in conversations. Srinu, however, was restless. He wanted to meet Ganga alone, to speak with her away from prying eyes. He followed her around the house, but everywhere she went, someone was with her. The day went on as Srinu waited for a moment alone with Ganga, but that moment never came.

Around 5 in the evening, Srinu's phone rang. It was one of his friends calling him. Srinu picked up the phone, but the signal was weak inside the house. He went outside, searching for a better signal. He wandered around the house, eventually reaching the storeroom at the back. He stood by the window of the storeroom, trying to find a signal. Unable to get a clear signal, he cut the call.

As he stood there, he heard faint moaning sounds coming from inside the storeroom. Curious, Srinu looked into the storeroom through the window. To his shock, he saw Kamala, the maid, with her legs wrapped around Raju's waist. Raju was one of the farm workers. Kamala's saree was raised up to her stomach, revealing her naked thighs and ass. She was sitting on the edge of a dirty table, while Raju was fucking her, pressing her boobs and passionately kissing her lips.

Srinu stood rooted to the spot, unable to tear his eyes away from the scene unfolding in the storeroom. 

Kamala: (moaning softly) "Raju, tum kitne jaanwar ho! [Raju, you animal!]"
Raju: (grinning mischievously) "Toh phir tumhe yeh pasand hai? [So you like it then?]"

Kamala's eyes rolled back as she arched her back, pushing her chest further into Raju's hands. She bit her lip, trying to stifle her moans, but they escaped her mouth in short, breathy gasps.

Kamala: (breathless) "Raju, aur tez chodo mujhe. Mujhe tumhara lund andar tak chahiye." [Raju, fuck me harder. I want your cock deep inside.]

Raju: (wicked grin) "Tumhe rough pasand hai, na? Main tumhe tab tak chodoonga jab tak tum cheekh nahi uthti." [You like it rough, don't you? I'll fuck you until you scream.]

Kamala: (moaning louder) "Haan, Raju, mujhe gandi randi ki tarah chodo. Tum mujhe itna geela bana rahe ho." [Yes, Raju, fuck me like a dirty slut. You're making me so wet.]

Raju: (growling) "Gandi kutti, tumhe yeh sab pasand hai, na? Aur maango." [You dirty bitch, you like this, don't you? Beg for more.]

Kamala: (panting) "Please, Raju, rukna mat. Aur tez chodo, mujhe sab kuch chahiye." [Please, Raju, don't stop. Fuck me harder, I want all of you.]

Raju: (thrusting deeper) "Aur chahiye? Tumhe sab kuch doonga." [You want more? I'll give you more.]

Kamala: (fingers digging into the table) "Oh god, haan! Aur tez, Raju, kabhi mat rukna." [Oh god, yes! Harder, Raju, don't hold back.]

Raju: (gripping her ass) "Tum kitni gandi ho, Kamala. Tumhe yeh sab pasand hai, na?" [You're so dirty, Kamala. You like all this, don't you?]

Kamala: (whispering) "Mujhe pasand hai, Raju. Gandi randi ki tarah chodo mujhe." [I like it, Raju. Fuck me like a dirty slut.]

Raju: (pounding harder) "Sab kuch lo, Kamala. Aaj raat tum meri ho." [Take it all, Kamala. Tonight, you're mine.]

Kamala: (writhing with pleasure) "Haan, Raju, mujhe apna banao." [Yes, Raju, make me yours.]

Raju: (leaning closer) "Tum kitni achi lag rahi ho, Kamala. Tum mujhe pagal bana rahi ho." [You look so good, Kamala. You're driving me crazy.]

Kamala: (moaning) "Aur, Raju, aur! Mujhe tum chahiye." [More, Raju, more! I need you.]

Raju: (growling) "Tumhe sab kuch milega, Kamala. Har inch mera." [You'll get everything, Kamala. Every inch of me.]

Kamala: (screaming) "Haan, Raju, haan! Chodo mujhe aur tez, mujhe cum karna hai." [Yes, Raju, yes! Fuck me harder, make me cum!]

Raju: (slamming into her) "Mere liye cum karo, Kamala. Mera naam cheekho." [Cum for me, Kamala. Scream my name.]

Kamala: (climaxing) "Raju! Oh god, Raju!" [Raju! Oh god, Raju! Yes, yes, yes!]

As Kamala and Raju came together and relaxed, holding each other, Srinu's phone rang suddenly, surprising Raju and Kamala. They quickly gathered themselves and ran away from the storeroom. Srinu quickly cut the phone and hid behind the wall from Raju and Kamala. Srinu carefully looked around and realized no one noticed him. He too went away from the storeroom. He went inside the house and sat silently, sinking in what he had just seen. He realized he had a hard-on in his pants. He tried to hide it with his hands and calmed himself down. 

The night set in, and both families had their dinner.

He tried to focus on the conversations around him during dinner but found himself distracted. The image of Kamala and Raju kept replaying in his mind, causing a stir within him that he struggled to suppress. He glanced around the table, searching for Ganga, but she was busy serving food and chatting with her relatives.

As the night wore on, Srinu's desire to meet Ganga in private grew stronger. He knew that finding a secluded spot in the house filled with relatives was nearly impossible. Then, an idea struck him—the storeroom. It seemed like the perfect place where no one would think to look for them.

After dinner, Srinu excused himself and made his way to the storeroom. He cautiously opened the door and stepped inside, ensuring no one saw him. The room was dimly lit and filled with old furniture, tools, and various household items. It seemed like the perfect hideaway.

Srinu pulled out his phone and sent a message to Ganga: "Can you meet me in the storeroom? I just want to talk to you in private."

Ganga replied almost immediately: "Why the storeroom?"

Srinu: "It's the only place where we can talk without interruptions. Please, I really want to see you."

There was a pause before Ganga's reply came: "Okay, give me a few minutes."

Srinu's heart raced with anticipation. He waited, nervously glancing at the door, hoping no one would come looking for him. After what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open, and Ganga stepped inside, her eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of nervousness.

Ganga: "Why did you want to meet here, Srinu?"

Srinu: (smiling) "I just wanted to see you without everyone around. It's been so hard to talk to you all day."

Ganga: (blushing) "I know, it's been so busy. What did you want to talk about?"

Srinu: (taking a step closer) "I just wanted to tell you how much I missed you. These past three weeks have been so long."

Ganga: (smiling softly) "I missed you too, Srinu. It's been hard not seeing you."

Srinu: (reaching out to take her hand) "I'm so happy we finally get to be together. Even if it's just for a few minutes."

Ganga: (squeezing his hand) "Me too."

They stood there, holding hands and looking into each other's eyes, the storeroom providing a rare moment of privacy in a house full of people. Srinu felt a surge of affection for Ganga, and he knew in that moment that he had made the right decision to marry her.

Srinu held Ganga's hand and guided her to two old chairs in the corner, offering her a seat. As he tried to move the chairs closer, one of the chair legs hit the bench where Raju and Kamala had sex earlier. The bench shook, causing a pack of condoms to fall to the floor. Both Srinu and Ganga exchanged shocked looks between each other and the condoms. Ganga's expression immediately changed, her face reflecting a mixture of surprise and disgust.

Ganga: (stepping back) "I didn't think you are this kind of person."

Srinu was frozen in confusion, his eyes still fixed on the pack of condoms that had fallen to the floor. Before he could respond, Ganga dashed out of the storeroom, her face filled with anger and disappointment. 

Srinu: (calling out) "Ganga, wait! Please stop!"

But it was too late. Srinu stood at the storeroom door, watching Ganga disappear inside the house. He turned back into the storeroom and looked at the condoms pack on the floor, realization dawning on him.

Srinu: (thinking to himself) "Oh shit! Those must belong to Raju and Kamala. They must have forgotten them in a hurry."

He held his forehead with both hands, his mind racing. 

Srinu: (thinking) "Ganga must have misunderstood me. She must think I called her here to get physical. What if she tells her family? What if they cancel the marriage?"

Panic set in as countless questions and possibilities flooded his mind. He quickly ran back to the house, but before leaving the storeroom, he grabbed the pack of condoms and stuffed them into his back pocket to erase the evidence.

Srinu: (thinking) "I need to fix this. I need to explain everything to Ganga before it's too late."

With determination, Srinu headed towards the house, hoping to find a way to clear up the misunderstanding.

Srinu entered the house to find everyone calm and chatting. He was relieved that Ganga hadn't exposed him. He looked for her and found her with her mother, Subhadra, and sister, Anjali, engaged in a conversation. When Ganga noticed Srinu, she whispered to her sister and mother, and then they all went into Ganga's room. Srinu started worrying that Ganga might tell her family about what had happened in the storeroom. He thought about messaging her but decided against it since she was with her family.

While he was worrying, Ganga's uncle, Rajesh, approached him and asked him to follow. He led Srinu to the main hall, where everyone was gathered. Shortly after, Ganga, her mother, and sister joined them, but Ganga deliberately avoided eye contact with Srinu.

Prakash: "Everyone, please gather around. We have an important announcement about the travel arrangements for the wedding."

Everyone listened intently as Ganga's father, Prakash, spoke.

Prakash: "Tomorrow evening, the family members and relatives will board the bus to go to the temple for the marriage. However, Srinu and Ganga, along with Priya, Anjali, and her husband, Ramesh, will travel separately in a car. They have to get their marriage clothes and ornaments blessed in another temple on a different route."

As Prakash explained the plans, everyone asked questions about the journey to clear their doubts. Srinu, meanwhile, felt a constant knot in his stomach, expecting Ganga's mother to shout anytime and cancel the marriage. But to his surprise, nothing happened. The discussion ended, and everyone dispersed for the night.

Srinu: (thinking) "Thank God, nothing happened. But what if Ganga tells them later? I need to explain everything to her."

Everyone went to their rooms. Srinu's family was allotted a separate room. Srinu tried to catch a last glimpse of Ganga, but she never looked back. The night fell, and while everyone slept, Srinu couldn't find peace. He kept messaging Ganga and called her a couple of times, but there was no reply. His messages were filled with explanations and apologies.

Srinu: (messaging) "Ganga, I'm so sorry for what happened. Please believe me, it was a misunderstanding. Thank you for not saying anything to our families. Please talk to me."

After what felt like an eternity, Srinu finally got a reply from Ganga. It was a single angry face emoji. Srinu's heart sank.

Srinu: (thinking) "At least she responded. I need to clear this up before it's too late."

With a heavy heart, Srinu lay down, still trying to think of a way to make things right with Ganga.

Srinu woke up in the morning to the bustling sounds of activity. Everyone was busy packing and loading materials into trucks for the journey. Determined to talk to Ganga, Srinu continued with his morning routine, getting freshened up and ready for the day.

As he stepped out, Srinu's mission to talk to Ganga began. Even during breakfast, he tried to approach her, but each time he did, Ganga gave him angry looks and sent him away. Her friend Priya and her sister Anjali noticed the tension between them. They couldn’t understand why Ganga was being so rude to Srinu, who was clearly trying his best.

Priya: (whispering to Anjali) "What do you think happened between them? Ganga was so excited to talk to Srinu just a few days ago."

Anjali: (confused) "I have no idea. It's like she's a completely different person now. We need to find out what's going on."

Throughout the morning, Priya and Anjali tried to help Srinu by playfully teasing Ganga, hoping to make her talk to him.

Priya: (teasingly) "Ganga, why are you ignoring Srinu? He's just trying to talk to you."

Anjali: (joining in) "Come on, Ganga. Give him a chance. He's been waiting all morning."

But Ganga responded with angry looks at both Priya and Anjali as well, making it clear she wasn't in the mood to talk. Srinu’s multiple attempts to convince her throughout the day failed miserably. Each rejection added to his frustration.

Srinu: (thinking) "How can a woman be so stubborn and not give even a single chance to clarify? She is the same woman who I was speaking with for the last three weeks. Did she forget everything we shared?"

As the day wore on, Srinu's patience wore thin. His initial resolve to make things right turned into frustration. He couldn’t understand why Ganga wasn’t willing to listen to him or at least give him a chance to explain. The same woman he had shared countless conversations and dreams with over the past three weeks was now acting like a stranger.

Srinu: (thinking) "Is this really the same Ganga? How did everything change so quickly? What happened to the woman who was so excited to talk to me?"

By the end of the day, Srinu was not only frustrated but also deeply hurt. He felt like everything he had built with Ganga over the past few weeks was falling apart, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

As planned, in the evening, everyone gathered at the bus to start their journey.

Subhadra: (cheerfully) "Alright everyone, let’s get moving! We have a long journey ahead."

After some time Srinu Group was ready to go on its own journey.

Srinu, who had become upset with Ganga, had stopped trying to talk to her. The air was thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension. Ganga, still maintaining her distance, kept her focus elsewhere, making it clear she had no intention of breaking the silence.

The families had arranged for two cars for the journey: a spacious SUV with seven seats and a hatchback with five seats. The SUV was packed with extra luggage, so only four people, along with the driver, could comfortably sit in it. The second car was necessary to accommodate the rest of the group.

Everyone in Srinu's group was dressed modestly for the journey. Srinu wore a shirt and jeans, and the same was the case with Ramesh. Anjali wore her usual saree, and Priya wore a Punjabi dress. Obviously, Srinu's eyes were completely on Ganga.

Ganga was dressed in an enchanting pink kurta that beautifully complemented her complexion. The kurta had short sleeves, ending just above her elbows, which allowed glimpses of her meaty arms to be visible. The sleeves, while not completely sleeveless, teasingly revealed the smooth skin of her baby-soft armpits.

Dbangd over her kurta was a delicate chuni, strategically covering her soft, ample breasts, adding an element of modesty and elegance to her appearance. The chuni was light and flowed gracefully over her shoulders, occasionally catching the breeze, which added to her captivating presence.

Her white leggings were tight and snug, accentuating her shapely legs and the curves of her hips. The leggings hugged her form perfectly, showing off her toned thighs and the gentle curves of her calves. The contrast between the white leggings and the pink kurta made her look even more radiant.

Ganga’s entire attire was a blend of traditional and modern elements. Her look was completed with minimal jewelry – simple earrings and a thin bracelet. Her hair was neatly tied back, allowing her face to be the focal point. Her eyes, lined with kajal, were bright and expressive, and her lips, painted a soft pink, completed her look. 

Anjali: (pointing to the cars) "Srinu, Ganga, Priya, you three will travel in the SUV. Ramesh, Chintu, and I will take the hatchback. It should be a comfortable ride for everyone."

Ganga: (interrupting) "No, I think it’s better if Priya, Anjali, and I go in one car. Srinu, Ramesh, and Chintu can go in the other."

Priya and Anjali exchanged worried looks, realizing that the situation was getting out of hand. The tension was palpable, and they knew it needed to be addressed.

Priya: (softly) "Ganga, are you sure? It might be better if you and Srinu sort things out during the ride."

Ganga: (firmly) "I’m sure, Priya. This is how I want it."

Anjali: (sighing) "Alright, if that’s what you want."

The arrangement was reluctantly accepted. Srinu felt a pang of disappointment but decided to go along with Ganga's wishes, hoping that some space might help clear the air.

Ramesh: (trying to lighten the mood) "Alright then, let’s get going. We’ve got a long journey ahead."

Everyone started loading their bags into the respective cars. The air was thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension.

Srinu: (thinking) "How did it come to this? Just a few weeks ago, everything seemed perfect."

The families began their journey with the new arrangements. Ganga, Priya, and Anjali settled into the SUV, while Srinu, Ramesh, and Chintu got into the hatchback. The cars started moving, and the journey began.


After traveling for about 15-20 minutes, the group reached their first stop—a temple dedicated to Ganga's family deity. The cars were parked, and the drivers stayed behind while Srinu, Ganga, Priya, Anjali, Ramesh, and Chintu entered the temple to pray.

Inside the temple, the atmosphere was serene. Ganga and Srinu stood at opposite ends of the group, avoiding eye contact. The priest, noticing this, approached them with a gentle smile.

Priest: "The bride and groom should stand together while praying. It brings harmony and blessings for your married life."

Ganga reluctantly moved beside Srinu. They both stood there, hands folded, and eyes closed. Srinu's heart ached with a sincere wish to resolve the misunderstanding between them. Ganga, on the other hand, tried to focus on the prayers, but her mind was clouded with mixed emotions.

After receiving blessings from the family god, they exited the temple. Outside, they found both drivers looking worried.

SUV Driver: "Sir, there's a problem. The SUV is leaking oil and has broken down. I’m afraid we can't continue the journey with it."

Ramesh: (angrily) "What? How could this happen? Were you not maintaining the vehicle properly?"

SUV Driver: "I’m really sorry, sir. I’ll stay back and get it repaired as soon as possible."

After a brief discussion, it was decided that the SUV driver would stay behind to get the car repaired while the rest of the group would continue their journey in the hatchback.

Ramesh: (explaining to the others) "We have a problem. The SUV has broken down. We need to fit all of us into the hatchback."

Anjali: (irritated) "How are we supposed to fit in one car? And what about our luggage?"

Ramesh: "We’ll shift the luggage into the hatchback. It’s not ideal, but we don't have a choice."

Ganga: (interrupting) "But the marriage clothes and ornaments are already in the hatchback. There’s no space left."

Ramesh: "Someone will have to hold the clothes and ornaments in their lap during the journey. We don't have another option."

Anjali sighed, clearly frustrated with the situation. The group began transferring the essential items from the SUV to the hatchback, trying to make the best of the challenging circumstances.

Priya: (trying to lighten the mood) "Come on, let’s just get through this. It’ll be an adventure."

They shifted all the luggage to the hatchback car. As they all stood near the car ready to get in, they realized they had a new problem. The hatchback car had only a seating capacity of five members, including the driver, but there were seven people in total. Priya, looking at Ramesh and Anjali, asked, "How will we fit in while holding marriage clothes and ornaments?"

Everyone began their versions of permutations and combinations to figure out how they should all sit in the car. Srinu did a quick calculation and soon realized the only solution was for someone to sit on another person's lap while others holding the marriage clothes and ornaments and sit beside them. After trying different combinations of seating, everyone else realized the same. They all huddled together to discuss who should sit on whose lap.

Anjali: "I'll sit on Ramesh's lap."

Ramesh: (playfully) "If you sit on me, I'll become a langda [cripple] for the rest of my life."

Anjali hit Ramesh a couple of times on the shoulder while laughing at his joke.

Ramesh: "But seriously, you can't sit on me because I'm holding Chintu on my lap."

Anjali looked at Priya and Ganga and said, "Either one of you should sit on me."

Priya: "But I'm holding the marriage clothes. It will be uncomfortable."

Ganga: (showing her gold ornaments) "What if these get damaged if I sit on you?"

With each combination, it became more evident to Srinu that Ganga would have to sit on him to make it work.

Priya: (playfully) "I know what to do." (looking at Ganga and Srinu) "Ganga, you should give your gold ornaments to your sister Anjali and sit on Srinu."

Srinu and Ganga looked at each other. Srinu looked at her with renewed excitement, but Ganga gave him an angry look as if saying, "No chance." Everyone was looking at Ganga for her answer.

Ganga: (with a stern face) "No."

Priya: "Come on, Ganga, we are getting late."

Ganga: "There is one more way we can fit in." (Ganga's face showed determination to avoid sitting on Srinu)

Srinu got disappointed, realizing Ganga was avoiding sitting on him.

Ganga: "Chintu can sit on Srinu. Anjali can sit on Ramesh, while Priya and I can hold the marriage clothes and ornaments."

Srinu's head fell down, cursing for missing a golden chance. But to his surprise, Chintu started crying, saying he wanted to sit in the front seat with his father.

Srinu looked at Ganga with renewed hope, but Ganga gave him a cold stare.

Ganga: (looking at Chintu) "Srinu can sit in the front seat with Chintu, and Ramesh can sit back with us while Anjali can sit on him."

Srinu got angry, thinking how much Ganga was trying to avoid sitting on him.

Anjali: "Chintu won't sit with new people like Srinu. He will cry throughout the journey." (trying to hold her laugh) "Your brother-in-law Ramesh is too fat and can't fit in the back seat with us."

Everyone laughed at Anjali's comment while Ramesh put his head down with shyness.

Eventually, they realized that Ganga sitting on Srinu's lap was the only viable option.

Priya: "Ganga, let's not waste more time. We need to reach the temple before it gets too late."

Ganga looked at Anjali with distress. Anjali, with a soft voice, held her sister.

Anjali: "Mera bachi, man ja. Hone wala pati hi toh hai na" [My baby, please agree. He’s your future husband, after all].

Srinu smiled, thinking about how sweet Anjali was calling Ganga baby. Ganga reluctantly agreed, her face showing clear discomfort. She handed her gold ornaments to Anjali and prepared to sit on Srinu's lap. Ramesh and Chintu sat in the front. First, Priya held the wedding clothes and got into the back seat from the left side, sitting in the middle. Anjali followed Priya and sat beside her. Then, Srinu entered from the right side and sat on the other side of Priya. Now Ganga was the only one left. She stood at the door beside Srinu, still hesitant to sit on his lap.

Srinu: (encouragingly) "Come on, sit. I promise I won’t bite, baby!"

Ganga gave him a stern look for calling her "baby." Anjali stopped her laugh, realizing Srinu had picked up her calling Ganga baby before. Priya noticed Ganga's reluctance and, to tease her, said,

Priya: (playfully) "Ok, I will sit on Srinu. Anjali behan, please hold these clothes."

Ganga's eyes widened with dread when she heard Priya and immediately got in the car, sitting on Srinu's lap with haste. Srinu winced in pain as she sat with force. Everyone laughed in the car. Ganga blushed with shyness and anger and slapped Priya's hand.

Priya: (laughing) "I was just kidding!"

Anjali: (smiling) "See, that wasn’t so bad."

Ganga: (mumbling) "Just drive, bhaiya."

The driver started the car, and they began their journey. Ganga sat stiffly on Srinu's lap, trying to avoid any unnecessary contact. Srinu tried his best to make her comfortable, gently supporting her without making it awkward.

As the car rumbled along the road, Srinu could hardly believe his luck. Having Ganga sitting on his lap was a mix of overwhelming sensations and emotions. Her body felt incredibly soft and warm, like the most delicate and tender meat he had ever touched. Her ass cheeks felt incredibly soft, like the finest, most delicate silk cushions resting upon him. Each subtle movement she made, whether adjusting her position or shifting slightly, sent gentle, teasing sensations through his legs.

He could feel the warmth of her body through the fabric of her tight leggings, which accentuated her curves perfectly. The gentle pressure of her weight, combined with the softness of her flesh, made him acutely aware of every inch of her against him. It was as if her body was designed to fit perfectly against his, each curve and contour aligning seamlessly. He felt like he was carrying his happiness on his lap.

Just a few minutes ago, he had been silently praying for a chance to be closer to her, and here she was, practically in his lap.He silently thanked God for granting his wish so quickly. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring him this moment of closeness. Srinu's heart swelled with gratitude, feeling that his prayers had been heard. 

Srinu's heart raced as he felt the gentle pressure of Ganga's weight on him. He marveled at how her body seemed to mold perfectly against his, every curve and contour fitting just right. The scent of her perfume mixed with her natural body scent was intoxicating, a subtle yet powerful blend that filled his senses and made his heart beat faster. Her hair, styled perfectly and sprayed with a sweet-smelling hairspray, occasionally brushed against his face, adding to the sensory overload he was experiencing.

"How can someone be this beautiful and soft?" Srinu thought, trying to keep his composure. "Her perfume is driving me crazy. And her hair... it's like silk. I'm carrying my happiness right here on my lap."

Despite the playful banter and teasing happening around them, Srinu was completely focused on the feeling of Ganga sitting on him. He felt a deep connection to her in that moment, a sense of protectiveness and admiration. He tried his best to make her comfortable, supporting her gently and avoiding any awkward movements.

Srinu felt a surge of affection for Ganga. He wanted to reach out and hold her, to tell her how much he loves her. But he knew he had to be respectful and careful. Her initial reluctance and the tension between them made him want to show her that he was trustworthy and caring. He hoped that this journey, despite its awkward start, would help bridge the gap between them.

Srinu noticed that Ganga was still sitting away from him. She was perched precariously at the edge of his thighs near his knees. Every time the driver applied the brakes, she had to brace herself against the driver's seat, and Srinu worried she might hit her face. To prevent this, he subtly lifted his legs, causing her to slide back until her back nearly touched his chest.

Ganga misunderstood his move and shot him an angry look, as if to say, "Don't take advantage of the situation." Srinu felt a pang of guilt, but he genuinely wanted to keep her safe and comfortable

Anjali, noticing their struggle, decided to check on Srinu. 

Anjali: (noticing the struggle) "Are you okay, Srinu? I know she is a bit heavy after recently becoming a little chubby." (pinching Ganga's cheeks lovingly)

Priya: (joining in and pinching Ganga's other cheek) "Yeah, she's gained a bit, but it's all love."

Ganga: (nodding in disagreement, signaling them to stop calling her chubby)

Srinu: (watching them play with Ganga's cheeks) [How cute.] "I can carry this sweet weight for my whole life."

Priya and Anjali: (in unison) "Awww! How sweet!"

Ganga blushed even more, looking down in shyness. The moment felt perfect, filling Srinu with warmth and happiness. The closeness, the playful teasing, and Ganga's presence made him feel incredibly lucky and content.

Listening to their conversation, Ramesh, sitting in front, added playfully.

Ramesh: "Oh, the journey has just started. Let’s see if you say this when we get to our destination. It’s a 6-7 hour journey."

Everyone looked at Srinu for his reply. Ganga turned her head a little.

Srinu: "Don’t worry, bro, I won’t be langda [crippled] carrying Ganga. And it doesn’t matter if the journey is six or seven hours long; actually, I don’t want this journey to end."

Priya: "Tum dono ke pyaar ke chakkar mein kya hum sab aisi car mein baithe rahenge kya? Main toh nahi baithongi." [Because of your love story, are we all supposed to sit in this car forever? I definitely won't.]

Everyone laughed at Priya’s comment.

For the next thirty minutes, Srinu remained in a state of disbelief and silent joy, unable to fully comprehend that the love of his life, Ganga, was sitting so close to him. Her presence was a constant reminder of the blessing he felt he had received, and he kept replaying their brief moments of connection in his mind.

Meanwhile, Ramesh, sitting in the front seat, was occupied with his young son, Chintu. Chintu, filled with curiosity and energy, was playing with the car's audio system, switching between songs and occasionally asking his father silly questions. Ramesh answered patiently, his voice a soothing contrast to Chintu's excited chatter.

In the back seat, the women were engrossed in their own conversation. Anjali, Priya, and Ganga were animatedly discussing the outfits they planned to wear for the upcoming marriage ceremonies. The car was filled with the sound of their voices, sharing excitement about the different clothes and accessories they had chosen. Ganga's voice, though tinged with a hint of the earlier tension, was now more relaxed and engaged in the lively discussion.

As the conversation continued, Anjali's phone rang. She glanced at the screen and saw it was her mother calling. Answering the call, she updated her mother about their situation, explaining the SUV's breakdown and how they had to squeeze into the hatchback to continue their journey. She assured her mother that they were safe and making progress despite the minor setback.

While Anjali was on the phone, Priya and Ganga shifted their attention from their conversation to watching Instagram reels on Priya's phone. They giggled at the funny videos, occasionally showing each other particularly amusing ones. The sound of their laughter added a lighthearted atmosphere to the car, contrasting with Srinu's internal mix of excitement and disbelief.

Srinu, still processing the current situation, occasionally glanced at Ganga. She looked stunning in her pink kurta. Ganga's natural beauty and the casual intimacy of her sitting so close to him made Srinu's heart swell with affection and gratitude. He silently thanked God again for this precious moment, cherishing the opportunity to be near her and observe her in a relaxed, candid setting.

As the sun set and darkness enveloped the landscape, the roads were illuminated only by the occasional passing vehicles. They had entered the main highway, which lacked streetlights, leaving the path ahead lit solely by the car's headlights. The traffic had thinned out considerably, and the car sped along smoothly, creating a sense of tranquility inside. Srinu's side window was completely open, allowing the cool breeze to flow in and hit his face. He felt as if he were in heaven, savoring every moment of this serene journey. He could not have wished for anything more.

As the car continued its swift journey, one by one, the passengers began to succumb to their fatigue. The first to fall asleep was Chintu, and with him, half of the noise in the car dissipated. Chintu's small body slumped against his father's shoulders as he slept soundly. Ganga, sitting beside Srinu, occasionally reached over to gently rub Chintu's hair with her fingers, whispering, "See how cute he is while sleeping." Srinu thought to himself, "How sweet Ganga's motherly heart is. I wonder how much love she will have for our own kids."

Ramesh, who had been holding Chintu, was the next to fall asleep. The gentle rocking of the car and the long journey took its toll, and soon his head leaned back against the headrest, his breathing deep and even. Anjali, seated next to the window, soon followed, lulled by the rhythm of the car and the cool breeze coming through the slightly open window.

Priya and Ganga, now the only ones awake, continued their conversation in low voices, sharing stories and laughter. However, the day's events and the journey soon took their toll on Priya as well. Her eyelids grew heavy, and it wasn't long before she, too, drifted off to sleep, her head resting gently on Anjali's shoulder.

With Priya now asleep, Ganga found herself the last one awake in the car, aside from Srinu. She glanced around at her family and friends, feeling a sense of peace. Despite the earlier tensions, this moment of quiet companionship was soothing. She turned her gaze to Srinu, who was still wide awake, savoring the cool night air and the serene atmosphere inside the car.

The gentle hum of the engine and the rhythmic passing of the road beneath them created a lullaby that threatened to pull Ganga into slumber as well. She fought to stay awake, perhaps out of a sense of duty to remain vigilant or simply to enjoy the moment a little longer. Srinu, feeling her gaze on him, turned to meet her eyes and offered a reassuring smile.

Ganga and Srinu were the only two people still awake in the car. The gentle hum of the engine and the rhythmic motion of the vehicle had lulled everyone else into slumber. Srinu noticed Ganga struggling to stay awake. She was feeling sleepy, her eyes fluttering shut every few moments, and making an effort to keep herself balanced as she tried to sit upright.

Despite her exhaustion, Ganga was hesitant to lean back onto Srinu's chest. She seemed determined to maintain her own space, sitting upright and resisting the urge to rest on him. Srinu watched her with a mix of concern and affection, admiring her strength even in such a simple matter. He could see her struggle and wanted to ease her discomfort.

"Ganga," he whispered softly, not wanting to wake the others. She turned her head slightly, acknowledging his voice. "You can lean back and sleep if you want. It's okay," he assured her.

Ganga hesitated, contemplating his offer. She looked into his eyes, searching for sincerity and reassurance. Seeing the genuine concern in his expression, she slowly allowed herself to lean back onto his chest. Their eyes met briefly, a silent communication passing between them.

Srinu gave her an assuring smile, his eyes warm and understanding. Ganga's tense posture relaxed slightly as she settled against him. She could feel his steady heartbeat beneath her and it brought her a sense of calm she hadn't expected. She closed her eyes slowly, her head resting gently on his shoulder.


As Ganga rested her head on Srinu's shoulder, a myriad of emotions washed over him. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her adorable face. She looked so peaceful and serene, her features softened by sleep. Her long eyelashes rested gently on her cheeks, and her lips were slightly parted, making her look even more angelic.

The wind blew gently through the open window, causing strands of her hair to fall onto her face. Srinu's heart skipped a beat as he delicately brushed her hair back with his fingers, tucking it behind her ear. The touch was tender, almost reverent, as if he were handling something incredibly precious. He marveled at the softness of her hair, the smoothness of her skin, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed.

He could feel her soft breath against his neck, a warm, rhythmic reminder of her presence. Each breath seemed to synchronize with the beating of his own heart, creating a harmonious connection between them. Srinu's heart swelled with a deep sense of affection and protectiveness. He wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms, to wrap them around her waist and pull her close. The desire to feel her body against his, to offer her warmth and security, was almost overwhelming.

Yet, Srinu was also acutely aware of the potential implications of such a gesture. He was afraid it might send the wrong signal or make Ganga uncomfortable. He didn't want to do anything that would jeopardize the fragile trust and budding relationship they were building. So, he restrained himself, contenting himself with the simple pleasure of having her rest on his shoulder.


As the car sped down the highway, taking sharp turns, Ganga lost her balance and fell to the side. This abrupt movement jolted her awake, and she instinctively leaned back onto Srinu's chest for support. Srinu saw this as an opportunity to offer her more comfort and security. He gently moved his hands around her soft belly, placing his left arm on her belly button and securing it with his right hand.

For a moment, there was no reaction from Ganga. Srinu's heart leaped with hope, thinking that she might allow him to hold her as she had been falling moments ago. He could feel the warmth of her body against his, and his heart swelled with affection and protectiveness.

However, just as he began to relax, Ganga used her right hand to give a little slap to his wrists. Her eyes remained closed, but the message was clear—she wanted him to remove his hands from her stomach. Disappointed, Srinu quickly withdrew his hands and whispered a soft "sorry" in her ear, hoping she understood that he was just trying to help.

Ganga adjusted herself slightly, still resting against his chest but now more secure in her position. Srinu sighed inwardly, trying to mask his disappointment. He continued to watch over her, his heart filled with a mixture of longing and respect. 

As the wind blew strongly from the window, Ganga's hair kept falling onto her face, causing her visible irritation. She slowly sat upright and casually lifted both arms to reach her hair, trying to tie it into a bun. She had no idea what her simple action was doing to Srinu, who was stunned by her beauty.

As she lifted her arms, her boobs raised and revealed her baby armpits, so close to his face. Her arching back was so sexy, making her body curve in a way that drove Srinu wild. Srinu's head moved on its own, closing the distance between them. His face was nearly touching her back. He so wanted to bury his face into her. Unknowingly, his lips moved, and he uttered the word "baby!" which made her turn to look at Srinu. In the process, Srinu's face collided with her body where her armpits and boobs met. His eyes were partly covered with her hair. His left cheek and nose were buried into her baby armpits, and his chin was pressing against her right boob.

He instantly felt a hard-on in his pants. Till now, his head was filled with innocent love for Ganga, but now his head was swirling with wanting to make love to her right there and then. His thoughts were a mix of innocent admiration and intense desire, making it hard for him to control himself.

Ganga was shocked by the sudden turn of events. She could not decide what to do. The intimacy of the moment caught her off guard, leaving her feeling vulnerable and unsure. Her heart raced as she processed the sensation of Srinu's face pressed into her, their closeness taking her breath away.

Srinu, on the other hand, was completely lost in the moment, overwhelmed by the sensory overload. His face was buried into her, and he could feel the silky softness of her hair on his forehead. The intoxicating scent of her hair filled his nostrils, a mix of her natural fragrance and the faint trace of her shampoo. His senses were heightened, and every detail seemed magnified.

His face nestled into her baby armpit, he could feel the soft skin with delicate folds, smooth and tender. The subtle scent of her sweat mixed with her perfume sent him into a trance-like state, making him feel lightheaded with desire. It was a mix of sweet and musky, a unique scent that was distinctly Ganga.

Srinu's chin was pressing against her right boob, and he couldn't help but marvel at how soft it felt against his skin. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down his spine. Her breasts felt like the softest pillows, and the thought of their softness consumed him. He could feel the gentle rise and fall of her chest with each breath she took, the rhythm matching his own racing heartbeat.

Ganga, feeling the pressure of Srinu's chin against her boob, experienced a confusing mix of emotions. Part of her wanted to push him away and reclaim her personal space, but another part of her felt a strange thrill at the closeness they shared.

Ganga slowly moved her hair from Srinu's face, revealing the trance-like state he was in. Still holding the same position, Ganga looked at Srinu. Srinu opened his eyes, meeting her gaze. Their eyes locked for a brief moment. Srinu's eyes fell on her lips, and his mind could only think of kissing her.

Without a second thought, he moved his head swiftly and pressed his lips against hers. He could feel the softness and moisture of her lips, tasting the hint of her strawberry lip balm. For a couple of seconds, they both were lost in the kiss, the world around them fading away.

The initial shock of the sudden turn of events paralyzed Ganga for a moment. She could feel the warmth of Srinu's face pressed against her soft skin, his breath mingling with hers, creating an intimate bubble that enveloped them. Her confusion was momentarily drowned by a wave of unfamiliar excitement.

Coming to her senses, Ganga moved away from Srinu, putting her hands down and turning her face to the front. Srinu, noticing her reaction, realized that he had crossed the line. He automatically started saying

Srinu: "Sorry, sorry."

Ganga got so angry she didn't even look at him. She glanced around at her family members present in the car, making sure no one had seen what had happened. She took a sigh of relief, knowing everyone was still asleep.

Ganga whispered carefully, trying not to wake anybody

Ganga: (whispering) "What is wrong with you? What if anyone had seen us?"

Srinu could only apologize.

Srinu: "I'm really sorry, Ganga. It happened in the heat of the moment. I didn't mean to do it deliberately."

Ganga, still furious, hissed

Ganga: "I did not think you were this kind of a person. You promised to respect me, and now this?"

Srinu: "I know, I know. Please don't think low of me. It was a mistake, and I swear it won't happen again."

After a few more exchanges between Srinu and Ganga, an awkward silence fell over both of them. Ganga, still furious, wanted to move away from him as much as possible. She slid away from his chest and now was only sitting on his knees, while leaning on the driver's seat for support.

Srinu was tense and angry at himself for crossing the line and kissing her without her permission. He was disappointed that he had lost yet another chance to make up for his last mistake. A few minutes passed without any word between them, only the sounds of vehicles could be heard. Srinu thought he should talk to her, as a few minutes had passed and he thought she might have relaxed and was not angry at him anymore. He moved his right hand to touch her shoulder, but there was no reaction from her. Soon he realized that she had fallen asleep again while leaning on the driver's seat. He left her alone and let her sleep.

After a few moments, the car hit a road bump, making the car jump, and it made Ganga's head hit the seat she was leaning on. She winced in pain and rubbed her forehead. Srinu immediately reached for her forehead and wanted to rub it to give her relief from pain, but she angrily pushed his hand away. Srinu understood her signal and moved his hand away, but not giving up, he softly said, 

Srinu: "Please, Ganga, lean back and sleep on my shoulder."

Ganga: "No need, who knows what you will do next?"

Srinu: "Sorry, Ganga, I won't do anything. I'm just worried you might get hurt."

Ganga: "Don't worry, I'm fine," 

She leaned onto the driver's seat again, trying to sleep. Srinu thought how stubborn she was.

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After some time, the car hit another road bump, and this time Ganga hit her nose on the seat. She moaned in pain once again. Srinu reached for her once more, but she rejected his hand again. This time, seeing Ganga's eyes watering from the pain, Srinu could not bear the sight. Out of protectiveness towards Ganga, Srinu wrapped his hands around her waist, tightly holding her soft belly, and pulled her towards him, making her fall onto his chest while her head hit his left shoulder.




Ganga: "Srinu, what are you doing?" (Her voice was filled with frustration and pain)

Srinu: "I'm sorry, Ganga. I can't see you in pain. Please, just rest on my shoulder. I promise I won't do anything."

Ganga angrily said, "Srinu, leave me now." Srinu could see her cheeks were pinkish-red and filled with blood due to anger. She looked cute even though she was angry at him.

Srinu softly said, "No, I won't let go of you."

Ganga replied, "If you don't let go, I will shout and wake everyone up to tell them what you have done."

Srinu felt a little tense but gathered his courage and replied, "I won't leave you, do whatever you want."

Ganga, looking at him angrily, opened her mouth to shout. Srinu watched her anxiously, but Ganga did not make any noise. She closed her mouth and tried to force herself out of Srinu's grip, while Srinu tightened his grip around her waist. Unable to win against Srinu, she made a sad face and pouted.

Srinu, looking at her face, felt his heart melt. He said, "Sorry baby, please stop fighting with me. I only want you to not get hurt."

Ganga was not convinced by his reply. As she realized she could not get out of his grip by just using strength, she implemented different tactics. Ganga used both hands to pull his right hand away from her stomach and toward her face while moving her mouth close to it, clearly indicating that she was going to bite his hand. Srinu saw what she was trying to do. While holding her with his left hand around her waist, he moved his right hand to hold her face with a grip around her cheeks. He turned her face towards him 

Srinu: (firmly) "Stop acting like a baby and just try to sleep."

Ganga, as stubborn as ever, tried to get her face free from his right hand using her left hand. Her efforts were futile; it only helped move her face closer to him. Now their faces were just inches away from each other.

Srinu: (whispering) "Stop making loud noises, Priya will wake up."

He mentioned Priya because she was right next to them. But Ganga continued her struggle, starting to make loud noises during her efforts to get free from his grip.

Srinu: (pleading) "Please, Ganga, don't make loud noises."

Ganga ignored his request and continued making noise. Srinu was afraid that Priya or anyone would wake up and see them. He wanted to stop her from making noise, but both his hands were busy holding her. So with no other option left, he locked her lips with his own. 

Srinu kissed her, holding her face tightly, pressing his lips against hers with full force, ignoring her efforts to break away. Ganga was shocked, but the kiss silenced her. 

Ganga initially fought against his kiss, trying to pull away from his face while making little noises. Her heart was pounding with a mix of anger and confusion. She could feel the warmth of his lips against hers, but her mind was racing with thoughts of defiance. Gradually, her hands grew tired from all the pushing and pulling. Her strength waned, and she began to feel a strange sense of helplessness.

As time passed, Srinu's grip around her cheeks softened, and the kiss became more tender. Ganga's resistance weakened, and she slightly gave in to the kiss, allowing herself to feel the softness and warmth of his lips. Her mind was suddenly filled with a storm of moral questions. She questioned whether doing this before marriage was right or wrong. 

One part of her mind screamed that this was wrong, that she should push him away and maintain her dignity. The societal and familial values she was brought up with clashed with the emotions surging through her. The fear of judgment and the notion of propriety weighed heavily on her conscience.

Yet, another part of her mind tried to convince her that it wasn't entirely wrong. Srinu was her future husband, her fiancé. They were engaged to be married, and a kiss shared in this intimate moment seemed like a natural progression of their relationship. This part of her argued that they were simply expressing their love for each other, a love that would soon be sanctified by marriage.

The conflicting thoughts created a whirlpool of emotions within her. She felt the tenderness of the kiss and the care in Srinu's touch, which contrasted sharply with her initial anger and resistance. The part of her that longed for his affection started to win over, even though the battle in her mind continued. Ganga found herself in a delicate balance between her upbringing and her heart's desires, struggling to find peace in the midst of the turmoil.

Srinu was determined not to let Ganga escape his kiss. He kissed her with an intensity that reflected his deep longing, like a hungry child craving strawberry ice cream. He sensed a reduction in her resistance and took advantage of it, deepening the kiss. Her lips parted slightly, giving him the opportunity to slurp her lower lip before moving on to her upper lip in a rhythmic, passionate fashion.



He eagerly slurped her saliva into his mouth, savoring its taste as it melted like butter. "This is how Heaven must taste like," he thought. He gently moved his tongue into her mouth, exploring every corner, feeling the soft warmth of her breath and the sweet taste of her lips. Her left hand, which had been pushing his face away moments ago, was now caressing his right cheek. Noticing this, he loosened his grip on her cheeks and gently held her face in his right hand, making the kiss even more tender and passionate.

As his tongue made an exit from her mouth, he was delighted and surprised to feel her tongue innocently following into his mouth. He sucked her tongue deeply, treating it as a precious gift from Heaven, savoring the taste of her saliva dripping from her tongue like honey. Srinu was completely lost in the moment, intoxicated by the taste and sensation of her lips and tongue. The softness of her lips, the warmth of her breath, and the sweetness of her saliva overwhelmed his senses.



He felt an intense connection with her, a bond that transcended words. This kiss, this moment, was everything he had ever wanted. It was the culmination of his deepest desires and emotions. As he continued to kiss her, he felt a surge of love and protectiveness towards her. He wanted to hold her, to keep her safe, and to cherish every moment with her.

The sensation of her tongue exploring his mouth, her lips pressing against his, and her hand gently caressing his cheek created a symphony of sensations he never wanted to end. In that moment, Srinu felt a deep sense of fulfillment. He felt like he was truly experiencing the essence of love and intimacy. It was a moment of pure bliss, a moment that he would cherish forever.


Ganga was clearly excited, her body trembling with anticipation. Srinu could feel her left hand shaking slightly on his cheek. She gathered herself and slowly moved her left hand from his cheek to in between their lips, creating a barrier to stop the kiss. Srinu looked into her eyes as she stopped their kiss with her hand in between their lips, but he kept kissing her left palm while looking at her. She couldn't maintain eye contact any longer and moved her hand away from his lips, turning her head down out of shyness.

Srinu, having tasted her sweetness, was relentless. He never stopped kissing her, seeking out any part of her body he could reach. He started kissing her right shoulder, then moved on to her meaty arm, slightly biting into her flesh. This made Ganga moan a little out of pleasure, her eyes closed in the moment.



With excitement in her voice and her eyes still closed, she pleaded, "Srinu, please stop. Let's wait until we get married."

Srinu, unable to control his desire, whispered back, "Sorry, baby. I can't stop. You've driven me crazy. It's out of my hands."

Ganga's heart raced with a mix of excitement and apprehension. She could feel Srinu's kisses trailing down her arm, each one sending shivers through her body. She wanted to hold back, to wait for their wedding night, but the intensity of Srinu's passion was overwhelming.

Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The rational part of her knew they should wait, but her body responded to Srinu's touch with a longing she couldn't deny. She felt herself surrendering to the moment, her resistance fading with each kiss.

Srinu's kisses became more fervent, his hands exploring her body with a tender urgency. He could feel her yielding to him, her breaths coming in soft, rapid gasps. He wanted to make her feel every ounce of his love, to show her how deeply he cared for her.

As he continued to kiss her, his lips found their way to her neck, nibbling gently on the sensitive skin. Ganga's moans grew louder, her body arching into his touch. She could feel the heat between them intensifying, the air around them charged with unspoken desire.

"Srinu," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. "We shouldn't be doing this."

"I know," he murmured against her skin, his breath warm and intoxicating. "But I can't help it. I need you, Ganga. I need to feel you."

Ganga's resolve wavered, her body betraying her mind. She knew they were treading on dangerous ground, but the connection she felt with Srinu was too powerful to resist. She let out a soft sigh, her hands moving to grip his shoulders as he continued to explore her body.

Ganga, with a trembling voice, said, "Wait." 

Srinu stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes, trying to understand what she was thinking. With swift movements, Ganga moved her left hand to the chunni on her shoulder. She hooked one end of it to the driver’s seat and then wrapped its length around her back, hooking the other end to the back seat on which they were sitting.

Srinu watched her, slowly realizing she was trying to build a barrier between them and the others in the car with her chunni. The soft, colorful fabric created a makeshift curtain, shielding them from any prying eyes.

After finishing her work, Ganga looked at Srinu's face, which was marveled at her brilliant idea. He knew exactly what her intentions were by putting a veil between them and the others. She wanted to create a private space for them, a small sanctuary where they could continue without the fear of being watched.

Srinu, filled with happiness and appreciation, said, "I love you, baby! Thank you. That's a great idea."

Listening to his appreciation, Ganga gave him a sweet smile and, with newfound confidence, leaned in and kissed his lips. The kiss was tender and full of love, a silent acknowledgment of their shared desire and the understanding that they were in this together. Their lips pressed softly against each other, savoring the moment of intimacy they had created. The barrier around them seemed to make the kiss even more special, a private world where they could express their feelings freely.



In that moment, surrounded by the fabric of her chunni, they were able to fully immerse themselves in the love and passion they felt for each other, creating a memory that would stay with them forever.

Ganga moved her right hand over his left shoulder, then around his neck, holding his hair from the back while pushing his face into hers, making the kiss more passionate. Meanwhile, her left hand gently held Srinu's right cheek, caressing it softly. Her movements were slow but deliberate, each touch and caress heightening the intensity between them.

By positioning her right hand over his shoulder and neck, she gave Srinu complete access to her. The full participation in the kiss made it even hotter. The heat of their passion was so intense that Ganga started sweating, even though the cool air from the open window was blowing in. They were nearly breathless, panting for air as their lips moved together in perfect harmony.

Srinu's hands were not idle either. Both his hands found their way underneath her kurta, feeling the warmth of her naked skin. With his left hand, he massaged her soft belly and navel, his fingers tracing gentle circles that sent shivers through her body. His right hand moved to her breasts underneath her kurta. He pressed her breasts over her bra gently at first, savoring the softness and the shape of them, then gradually increased the pressure.

Ganga moaned softly into his mouth, the sound muffled by their passionate kiss. Her body responded to his touch, arching slightly, pressing herself closer to him. Srinu could feel her nipples hardening through the fabric of her bra, and it drove him wild. He pinched her nipple gently, rolling it between his fingers, eliciting another soft moan from her.

The combination of their touches, the heat of their bodies, and the intensity of their kiss created a feverish atmosphere. The boundaries between them dissolved, leaving only the raw, unfiltered connection of their desire. They were lost in each other, in the sensations they were sharing, in the electric pulses that passed between them with every touch and every kiss.

As their breaths mingled and their hearts pounded, they both knew that this moment was a culmination of their suppressed longing and growing affection. It was a promise of the deep bond they would share, a bond that went beyond physical attraction, rooted in the love that had blossomed between them.

Ganga slowly ended the kiss and raised her head above the veil she had put in place to protect their privacy, making sure no one had woken up due to their intense activities. As she raised her head to look over the veil, Srinu could see droplets of sweat forming on her face. He leaned in and kissed her right cheek, then licked the sweat off, savoring the salty taste like nectar. He playfully bit her cheek and held it in his teeth, gently pulling it towards him.

Ganga moaned softly in pain and turned to look at him, her eyes filled with a mix of pleasure and surprise. Srinu locked eyes with her, a mischievous glint in his own, and then trailed his lips down her neck, licking and planting soft kisses along the way. Ganga, enjoying the pleasure, rested her head on his shoulder, allowing him full access to her neck.



Srinu's lips moved with deliberate slowness, savoring each moment as he kissed her neck. His hands continued their exploration, one hand gently massaging her soft belly, while the other fondled her breasts through her bra. Ganga's breathing grew heavier, and her body trembled slightly with each kiss and touch.

As he reached the hollow of her throat, he nuzzled her skin, feeling her rapid heartbeat against his lips. Ganga's hands gripped his shoulders, her fingers digging into his flesh as waves of pleasure coursed through her. She closed her eyes, lost in the sensations, and let out a soft, contented sigh.

As she placed her right hand on his left shoulder and around his neck, she revealed her right armpit from her nearly sleeveless kurta, giving easy access to Srinu. Srinu continued kissing down her neck, reaching her right shoulder, then kissed her soft and meaty bicep. He took a mouthful of her bicep meat and bit gently.

Ganga: (moaning softly) Srinu...

He slowly moved to her armpit, savoring the delicate folds, taking in mouthfuls of her tender armpit meat. The sensation made Ganga shiver with a mix of pleasure and a bit of pain.

Ganga: (laughing) Srinu, that tickles...



Srinu then moved to her right breast, still covered by her kurta, and took it into his mouth, sucking and nibbling gently.

Ganga: (whispering) Oh, Srinu...

Their intimate moment was filled with a deep sense of love and passion, as Srinu continued to show his affection for Ganga, appreciating every part of her. She responded with soft moans and gentle touches, the connection between them growing stronger with each passing second.

Srinu's kisses trailed back up to her jawline, and he nibbled her earlobe, whispering, "You taste amazing, baby." Ganga shivered at his words, her body pressing closer to his. She could feel his arousal against her, and it only heightened her own desire.

Their intimacy was soon broken by a loud cry. It was Chintu, who had woken up and was crying loudly. Srinu and Ganga stopped immediately. Ganga quickly removed the chunni and pretended to be asleep on Srinu's shoulder. Srinu withdrew his hands from under her kurta and positioned them normally around her, holding her gently.

One by one, everyone in the car woke up hearing Chintu's cry. Ramesh, concerned, asked Chintu why he was crying. Chintu said he needed to pee. Hearing this, Anjali asked the driver to stop at the nearest dhaba. As Anjali looked around to check on her sister, she saw Ganga pretending to be asleep on Srinu's shoulder. Srinu looked at Anjali, who smiled at him, noticing how carefully he was holding her sister.

The driver stopped at the next dhaba, and Ramesh and the driver got out of the car first, followed by Anjali. Priya looked at Ganga and, seeing her eyes still closed, put her hand on Ganga's cheek and shook her gently, trying to wake her up.

Priya: "Wake up, sweety."

Ganga slowly opened her eyes, acting as if she had been asleep for hours. Srinu, noticing her pretense, laughed to himself quietly.

Ganga: "Where are we? Why did we stop?"

Priya: "Chintu needed to pee, so we stopped at this dhaba."

Priya got out of the car first. Now, Srinu and Ganga were the only ones left in the car. Priya came around and opened the door for Ganga to get out. Srinu slowly let her down, holding her waist, then followed both Priya and Ganga into the dhaba.

The dhaba was a typical Punjabi establishment, exuding a rustic charm with its tiled roof kitchen. The main area was simple but inviting, with a few wooden tables and benches scattered around. The aroma of rich Punjabi cuisine filled the air, mingling with the scent of freshly made chai. Outside the dhaba, there were two small rooms designated as male and female toilets, placed side by side. These toilets lacked proper lighting, adding to the rustic feel of the place. The entire setting had a warm, welcoming atmosphere, perfect for weary travelers to take a break.


Ramesh took Chintu to the men's toilet while the driver went to have tea. Three women stood near the entrance of the dhaba, and Srinu stood beside them, listening to their conversation. Anjali looked at Ganga and noticed the sweat on her forehead.

Anjali: "What happened, baby? Are you okay?"

Ganga and Srinu exchanged looks, and Ganga replied, "Nothing, didi."

Priya also joined in and placed her hand on Ganga's cheek.

Priya: "Yes, sweety, your skin feels a little warm."

Ganga, wiping her sweat off her face, said, "I'm okay. Don't worry."

Srinu could feel her discomfort facing the questions and, unable to bear the flurry of questions, she excused herself to the toilet.

When Ramesh came back holding Chintu and joined Anjali and Priya, Srinu watched Ganga walking toward the toilet. He too excused himself to the toilet. Ganga went into the female toilet first and closed the door behind her. After a few moments, she heard a knock on the door followed by Srinu's voice saying, "Open the door, baby."

Ganga's heart raced to hear his voice. She replied from inside, "Please, Srinu, go away. Somebody might see us."

Srinu pleaded, "Please, baby, I need you."

Ganga, fearing someone might see, opened the door and let him in. While putting her head out, she looked around, checking if anyone saw them. Confirming no one saw them, she closed the door.

Ganga turned to Srinu after closing the door. Srinu immediately wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body close to his. Her breasts collided with his chest.

Ganga: (struggling to push him away) "Srinu, let me go."

Srinu: (seeing her struggle, he lets her go) "What happened, baby?"

Ganga: (looking at the floor) "We can't do this. It's wrong before marriage."

Srinu: (confused by her sudden change in behavior) "But in the car, we..."

Ganga: "Whatever happened in the car is because of you. you forced me to do it. Anyways, Let's forget about it."

Srinu: (Disappionted) "Ganga, I understand, but please don't misunderstand the things I did in the car, just like you misunderstood what happened in the storeroom."

Ganga: (looking confused and angry) "What do you mean by 'I misunderstood about the storeroom'? It was clear you wanted to get physical with me." (mumbling to herself) "Tharki aadmi." [lecherous man]



Srinu: (getting angry) "Oh, madam, I didn't take you to the storeroom to get physical with you. I only wanted to see you and talk to you because I missed you and I love you. I wanted to propose to you today, but you kept misunderstanding me. Because of you, I had to reveal my love for you in this dirty bathroom instead of proposing in a beautiful place."

Srinu, disappointed, turns his back and reaches for the door with his left hand to get out. To his surprise, he feels Ganga's hand on his right hand, stopping him from leaving. He turns to look at her. Ganga, with guilt on her face, pulls him away from the door. Both of them look at each other for a moment.

Ganga: (without saying a word, plunges onto Srinu and kisses him on his lips. Before Srinu could respond, she breaks the kiss) "I'm sorry for the misunderstanding. I love you too." (whispering while blushing)

Srinu felt a surge of emotions as Ganga's kiss lingered on his lips, a kiss filled with apology and newfound love. A slow smile spread across his face, a mixture of relief and happiness. His heart pounded in his chest as he looked into her eyes, seeing the same feelings reflected back at him.

"Ganga," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion.

But words weren't enough to convey the depth of his feelings. Driven by a sudden, intense hunger, Srinu leaned in and captured her lips with his own in a passionate kiss. This time, there was no hesitation, no holding back. He kissed her with all the pent-up desire and love he had been carrying inside him for so long.

Ganga responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer. Their lips moved in perfect harmony, tongues exploring and tasting, each kiss deeper and more intense than the last. The world around them seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them in that intimate moment.

Srinu's hands roamed over her back, pulling her even closer until there was no space left between them. He could feel the softness of her breasts pressed against his chest, her rapid heartbeat matching his own. The sensation drove him wild with desire.

Without breaking the kiss, Srinu pushed her gently but firmly towards the wall. Ganga gasped as her back made contact with the cold tiles, the contrast only intensifying the heat between them. Srinu's body followed, pressing against hers, effectively pinning her to the wall. His hands slid down to her waist, gripping her tightly as if afraid she might slip away.



He broke the kiss for just a moment, his breath ragged. "I love you so much, Ganga," he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with emotion.

Ganga's eyes fluttered open, filled with a mix of desire and affection. "I love you too, Srinu," she whispered back, her voice barely audible.

Their lips met again in a fierce, hungry kiss, each of them pouring all their emotions into it. Srinu's hands moved up to tangle in her hair, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. Ganga's fingers dug into his shoulders, her nails leaving faint marks as she clung to him.

Srinu's kisses trailed from her lips down to her neck, sucking and nibbling at her sensitive skin. Ganga moaned softly, her body arching into his touch. The sound spurred him on, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of her neck and collarbone.

He felt her hands tugging at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers. Srinu pulled back just enough to yank his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. Ganga's eyes roamed over his bare chest, her hands following the same path, caressing and exploring.

Srinu's hands found the hem of her kurta, slipping underneath to feel the warmth of her skin. He lifted the fabric, inch by inch, until he could pull it over her head, discarding it along with his shirt. She stood before him in her bra, her chest heaving with each breath.



"You're so beautiful," he breathed, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples through the thin fabric of her bra.

Ganga blushed, her eyes half-closed with pleasure. "Srinu..."

He pulled back to admire her, his eyes dark with desire. "I've dreamed of this moment for so long."

Ganga reached out, her fingers tracing the lines of his jaw. "Me too," she admitted, her voice filled with emotion.

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Srinu couldn't wait any longer. He dipped his head, taking one of her nipples into his mouth by tucking the bra down a little, sucking gently. Ganga's moan echoed in the small bathroom, her hands threading through his hair, holding him close.




He switched to her other breast, giving it the same attention, his hands roaming over her body, memorizing every curve and dip. Ganga's soft cries and gasps filled the air, driving him wild with desire.

Srinu's desire surged uncontrollably as he worshipped Ganga's breasts, his mouth moving hungrily from one to the other, sucking and teasing her nipples until she was moaning with pleasure. His hands slid down her sides, and with a determined grip, he reached for her right thigh, lifting it up with force.

The sudden movement made Ganga's head fall back, a gasp escaping her lips. Her back arched beautifully, allowing Srinu to bury his face into her cleavage. He kissed and nipped at the soft skin there, his breath hot and heavy. Ganga's hands clung to his shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin as she felt the intensity of his need.



Srinu's control was slipping, his desire burning too hot to contain. He pressed her harder against the wall, his hips grinding against her. Through the thin fabric of her leggings and his pants, she could feel his hardness, the friction driving them both wild.

"Oh, Srinu," Ganga moaned, her voice a mixture of need and desperation.

He couldn't wait any longer. His hands moved to her hips, lifting her slightly so that he could position himself better. His mouth slowly move back to her lips, kissing and sucking at her neck and breasts. The sensation was overwhelming, and Ganga's body responded eagerly, her hips bucking against him.

With his pants still on, Srinu started to move against her, the pressure and friction sending waves of pleasure through both of them. Each thrust was urgent and rough, their bodies moving in a frantic rhythm. The fabric between them only heightened the sensation, adding to the delicious torture of their need.



Ganga's moans grew louder, her head thrown back, eyes closed in ecstasy. She wrapped her legs around Srinu's waist, pulling him closer, needing more of him. Srinu's hands gripped her thighs, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he moved faster, harder.

"Fuck, Ganga," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "I need you so bad."

"Yes, Srinu, please," Ganga panted, her hands clutching at his back, her nails leaving marks. "Don't stop."

The bathroom filled with the sounds of their passion, their breaths mingling, moans and gasps echoing off the walls. Srinu's movements became more erratic, driven by the primal need to be as close to her as possible. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through both of them, their bodies slick with sweat, straining towards release.

While Srinu and Ganga were lost in their passionate lovemaking, the intensity of the moment was abruptly interrupted by a knock on the bathroom door.

Priya: Hey, Ganga, are you finished?

Srinu and Ganga froze, startled by the sudden knock. Ganga quickly picked up her kurta from the bathroom floor and put it on. Srinu followed her lead, hastily putting his shirt back on. Ganga, with a tense face, signaled to Srinu to remain silent.

Ganga: Just a minute, Priya.

Ganga splashed some water on her face and wiped it with her chunni, trying to compose herself. She pushed Srinu behind the door as she opened it slightly, closing it immediately after stepping out.

Priya: What's taking you so much time?

Priya tried to peek inside, but Ganga hastily blocked her view.

Ganga: There isn't sufficient water. Let's look for another bathroom inside the dhaba.

Priya looked confused but shrugged and followed Ganga. They both went to the dhaba owner and asked if there was another bathroom. The owner pointed to a bathroom inside the dhaba. Priya and Ganga made their way there, leaving Srinu alone.

Hearing them walk away, Srinu slowly opened the door and escaped without anyone seeing him. He joined Ramesh and Anjali, who were sitting at a table, chatting and laughing.

After some time, Ganga and Priya returned to the group. Ramesh, noticing their arrival, asked:

Ramesh: Is anyone hungry?

Priya: Let's eat butter naans with paneer!

Anjali: Yes, Punjabi dhabas have very tasty food.

Chintu: I want biryani!

Ramesh: Okay, Chintu and I will have biryani, and you girls can eat naans with paneer.

Priya exclaimed with happiness, holding Ganga's hand. Ganga smiled, though a hint of her earlier tension still lingered in her eyes.

Ramesh: What about you, Srinu? Are you hungry? What will you eat?

Srinu: (looking at Ganga with intense lust) Oh, my hunger needs a different kind of food.

Ganga felt a rush of heat flood her cheeks, her embarrassment evident as she blushed deeply. She quickly exchanged looks with srinu and looked away, trying to compose herself under his intense gaze.



The group settled down, placing their orders and chatting about their journey. Despite the earlier interruption, there was a newfound closeness between Srinu and Ganga, a silent promise of more moments to come. As they waited for their food, Srinu and Ganga exchanged furtive glances, each one filled with unspoken words and lingering desire.

They, along with the driver, finished their dinner and resumed their journey, sitting in the same positions as before. They were almost halfway to their destination. The atmosphere in the car was relaxed, with light conversations filling the air. Srinu held Ganga tightly, his hands wrapped around her waist. Ganga happily placed her hands over Srinu's, accepting his love.

Srinu was eager for the others to go to sleep so that he and Ganga could continue where they had left off. He impatiently whispered in Ganga's ear.

Srinu: I am still very hungry.

Ganga giggled and teasingly replied.

Ganga: Oh, then you must have had extra rice or rotis at dinner.

Srinu, a little frustrated knowing she was teasing him, said.

Srinu: You know what hunger I am talking about.

He pinched her navel hard. Ganga jumped and moaned in pain. Anjali noticed this and asked.

Anjali: What happened, Ganga?

Priya also looked at Ganga with concern.

Priya: Are you okay?

Ganga, while slapping Srinu's wrist, replied.

Ganga: Oh, nothing, Didi. Just a mosquito.

Anjali and Priya understood the playful act between the new couple and giggled. They went back to chatting, leaving Srinu and Ganga to have their fun. A few minutes passed, and gradually everyone went to sleep, except for Srinu, Ganga, and the driver.

Srinu looked around, confirming everyone was asleep, then whispered in Ganga's ear

Srinu: Baby, turn towards me.

Ganga giggled and shook her head, saying, "No."

Srinu pleaded.

Srinu: Baby, please, I can't hold any longer. I'm already hard in my pants.

Ganga( naughty smile ): Oh, that's what it is. I thought it was your phone. (She moves her hips, grinding her ass on his hard penis.)



Srinu(exclaimed in pleasure): Please stop. I will cum if you do that.

Hearing his pleading, Ganga increased the pace of her hips, grinding her ass even harder. Srinu buried his face into her back, enjoying the pleasure, but the tightness of his pants was causing him pain.

Srinu(winced in pain): Baby, please stop, it's hurting.

Noticing his pain, Ganga stopped grinding and turned to him, asking

Ganga: Are you okay, Srinu?

Srinu: I'm okay, but my penis is so hard that it's hurting.

Feeling sorry for him, Ganga said, "Wait." She took her chunni and put up a veil between them and the others, just like before. She turned her head to Srinu, looking into his eyes, and said

Ganga: Take it out!

Srinu(shocked): What? Are you mad? What if anyone sees us?

Ganga(assuring and calm voice): Don't worry, everyone is asleep, and my chunni gives us privacy. Now, open your zip.

Srinu was surprised at how calmly she was telling him to take his penis out. He hesitated to open his zipper, so Ganga noticed his hesitation and looked down. She moved both hands between her legs, undid his jeans button, and unzipped his pants. Srinu's mouth opened in surprise at her bold moves. Ganga lowered his underwear, and Srinu's penis immediately sprung up, standing at 90 degrees. Biting her lower lip, Ganga stroked his penis.

Srinu closed his eyes, biting into Ganga's kurta, trying hard not to moan. Ganga gradually increased her stroking speed. Srinu, wanting to bite something more than her kurta, moved his left hand to her face, turning it toward him, and started kissing her lips while his right hand pressed her breasts. Ganga's handjob, combined with her lips, turned him on so much that he pressed his feet hard on the car's floor, raising his hips a little and thrusting his penis into her hand rhythmically.

As Srinu raised and moved his hips, Ganga started to lose her balance. She stopped the handjob and moved her hands to hold the car door and seat for support. Srinu was surprised by her next move. Ganga moved her legs close together, holding his penis between her soft thighs, and moved her hips in sync with him, giving Srinu a thigh job.



Srinu could not believe what was happening. He felt it was so hot that Ganga was giving him a thigh job. He appreciated her creativity and ingenuity. Their passionate act could be seen from the window. Srinu kept humping into Ganga's soft thighs, feeling the tenderness of her flesh. He increased his speed and, with the final few thrusts, came on Ganga's leggings, moaning into her mouth. His body relaxed into the seat as he reached the climax.



They slowly broke their kiss, looking into each other's eyes.

Srinu: Thank you, baby.

Ganga didn't say a word; she just gave him a little peck on his lips and turned to look at the mess Srinu made on her leggings.



Srinu(whispered in her ear): I am sorry for the mess, baby.

Ganga(playfully winking at him): Don't worry, my leggings are white in color.

She rubbed her thighs together to wipe his cum into her leggings.

Srinu was pleased with Ganga, realizing how nurturing and kind she was about him making a mess of her leggings. Srinu hugged Ganga and pulled her into his chest while laying back onto the back seat, resting his head and thinking how lucky he was to marry Ganga. Ganga rested on his chest, slowly falling asleep.

Around 2 am, they reached their destination. Ganga's father was there to receive them. They all got out of the car, and the driver unloaded the luggage. Everyone was tired and ready to sleep in the guest house near the temple where Srinu and Ganga were getting married the next day. As everyone moved towards the guesthouse, Srinu excused himself and Ganga from the group.

Srinu: Ganga, can we take a walk in the garden for a moment?

Ganga: Sure, Srinu.

He took her to the small garden in front of the guest house. After confirming no one was around, he hugged her and gave her a kiss.

Srinu: Thank you for what you did for me in the car, and also for not telling your family. I'm sorry for proposing my love to you in a dirty bathroom. I want to start afresh from now on.

He bent on his knees, holding her hand.

Srinu: Ganga, I love you. Will you marry me?

Ganga's eyes sparkled with happiness.

Ganga: Yes, Srinu, I will marry you.

They both hugged and kissed in happiness. Srinu pulled out his phone to capture the moment, taking a selfie of their joyful faces.

Cut to the present, it was the same photo that Srinu was looking at on his phone home screen while sitting on the balcony of their bedroom. His flashback was disturbed by a familiar voice.

Ganga: Srinu, why are you still awake?

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Flashback 1 is non erotic, flashback 2 is semi erortic, flashback 3 to be too erotic. super super

Exactly most people dont get it

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Amazing update dear author. Very erotic gifs used. However we are still unable to decipher the what is the purpose of flashbacks in the present story.

I know most people don't care about back story of Srinu.

But You need to see the rise to feel the fall. Life is not a straight line.

And who knows the characters from the past may be important in the future.

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Sorry guys updates will be slow.. stuck at work.. many personal life problems came at once

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Imagination gone wrong

Ganga: (softly, a bit sleepy) Srinu, are you still awake?

Srinu turned to Ganga as he put his phone away. Standing up from the chair to face her, he saw her sleepy and yawning as she walked towards him. She hugged him gently, and he immediately felt the softness of her body, his expression shifting to one of concern and sadness as memories of what might have happened with Javed and ChaCha flooded his mind. Tears trickled down his cheek, but he quickly wiped them away and embraced her back.

Ganga: (softly, head resting on his chest) Why are you still awake? What are you doing out here on the balcony?

Srinu: (forcing a light tone) I didn’t feel like sleeping, so I came out for some air... and I was just looking at my phone.

Ganga turned her head to look into his eyes, her chin softly resting on his chest. She squinted slightly, a playful yet suspicious look crossing her face.

Ganga: (teasing, with a raised eyebrow) What were you looking at on your phone? Your ex-girlfriend or some actress on Instagram?

Srinu couldn’t help but chuckle at her tone, though a trace of irony was in his smile as he thought about her question.

Srinu: (amused, shaking his head) I was looking at your pictures.

Ganga smiled at him, her suspicion melting into a warm smile.

Ganga: (curious, still playful) Which picture were you looking at? There are so many pictures of me on your phone.

Srinu: (softly, with a hint of nostalgia) I was looking at the picture we took on the night before our marriage.

He watched as Ganga’s face scrunched up slightly, trying to remember which picture he was talking about. Seeing her struggle, he decided to help her out.

Srinu: (giving a gentle clue, smiling) You know, the night we traveled in the car to the temple.

Ganga’s eyes widened slightly as the memory clicked. A shy smile spread across her face, and she quickly buried her face into his chest, playfully slapping his shoulder.

Ganga: (shyly, muffled against his chest) Hush, Srinu!

Srinu: (confused, laughing lightly) What happened? Why are you suddenly shy and hitting me?

She pulled back slightly, looking up at him with mock seriousness.

Ganga: (playfully accusing, narrowing her eyes) You know why I’m hitting you.

Srinu: (grinning, pretending not to understand) No, I don’t.

Ganga: (pouting slightly, but with a smile) I’m hitting you because of what you did to me in the car while we were traveling to the temple.

Srinu raised an eyebrow, his grin widening.

Srinu: (teasing, leaning in slightly) Excuse me, ‘what I did’? You mean what we did.

Ganga shook her head, doubling down on her accusation with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Ganga: (firmly, but still playful) No, it was you who did that. You forced me to do whatever I did in the car. I didn’t know you were such a strange person back then.

Srinu’s playful smile slowly faded as her words hit him in a different way. His expression grew thoughtful, the words “forced” and “strange person” echoing in his mind. He looked into her eyes, trying to gauge her emotions.

Srinu: (gently, with a hint of seriousness) Ganga, do you really think I forced you that night? That I made you do something you didn’t want to?

Ganga blinked, caught off guard by his sudden change in tone. Her playful demeanor faltered, replaced by concern.

Ganga: (softly, confused) Srinu, what are you talking about? It was just a joke.

Srinu held her gaze, his voice soft but insistent.

Srinu: (seriously, but with tenderness) But seriously, Ganga. If you ever felt like I pushed you into something you weren’t comfortable with, I want you to tell me. It’s important to me.

Ganga’s expression shifted to one of confusion and slight worry. She looked away, her playful mood completely gone.

Ganga: (quietly, almost hesitant) Srinu, why are you asking me this now?

Srinu took a deep breath, trying to choose his words carefully.

Srinu: (softly, with a deep need to understand) Because... I need to know. I need to know if you’ve ever felt that way—not just with me, but with anyone.

Ganga’s eyes widened slightly, and she looked away, the mood between them shifting from light-hearted to something more profound and unsettling. She bit her lip, as if trying to find the right words.

Ganga: (whispering, with a trace of vulnerability) Srinu…

Srinu gently cupped her face, bringing her gaze back to his, his eyes filled with concern and love.

Srinu: (pleading softly) Ganga, please. I need to understand.

There was a long pause, filled with tension and unspoken fears. Ganga swallowed hard, her eyes searching his, as if trying to decide whether she could trust him with the truth.

Finally, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ganga: (hesitant, vulnerable) Srinu, I... I never thought you were forcing me. What happened between us, I wanted it too, even if I was shy or hesitant at first. But... what you’re really asking about... I don’t know how to talk about that.

Srinu’s heart ached at her words, knowing that his fears were not unfounded.

After hearing her reply, Srinu's mind began to race. So she liked what I did to her in the car, he thought to himself, his expression shifting subtly as he processed her words. Even though I forced her, she acted as if she didn’t like it, but deep down, she did. His thoughts spiraled further, taking a darker turn. Then… she must have liked what Javed and Chacha did to her too, he reasoned, the idea unsettling him deeply.

What a whore!

As Srinu’s mind continued to whirl with unsettling thoughts, his emotions were a tumultuous mix of desire, confusion, and jealousy. Without fully realizing it, his body began to react on its own. His hands, driven by a subconscious need for closeness and reassurance, moved almost instinctively.

Before he could fully comprehend what he was doing, his hands gently cupped Ganga’s face, his fingers spreading across her cheeks as he pulled her closer to him. The softness of her skin beneath his touch sent a shiver down his spine, and without a moment’s hesitation, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, urgent kiss.

Ganga was caught off guard by the suddenness of his actions, but she quickly melted into the kiss, her hands sliding up to rest on his shoulders. The intensity of the moment surprised Srinu himself. He hadn’t planned this; it was as if his body had acted on its own, driven by a primal need to connect with her, to claim her in a way that reassured him of her love and loyalty.

The kiss was unlike any they had shared before—there was a raw, almost desperate quality to it. Srinu’s lips moved hungrily against hers, as if trying to erase the doubts and fears that had taken root in his mind. He deepened the kiss, his heart pounding in his chest, each beat echoing with the conflicting emotions swirling inside him.

As he kissed her, Srinu was startled by how intensely turned on he was. His body responded to her in a way that was almost overpowering, a surge of desire that seemed to consume him from within. The warmth of her lips, the taste of her mouth, the way her body fit perfectly against his—all of it heightened his arousal to a level he hadn’t expected.

What’s happening to me? he wondered, his mind struggling to keep up with the flood of sensations. He hadn’t intended for this kiss to become so heated, so charged with passion, but now that it had, he found himself unable to pull away. He needed this, needed her, in a way that felt both exhilarating and terrifying.

His hands moved from her face, one sliding down to her waist, pulling her even closer, while the other tangled in her hair, anchoring her to him. The kiss deepened further, becoming more demanding, more insistent. Every touch, every caress seemed to ignite a fire within him that he couldn’t control.

Ganga, too, was swept up in the intensity of the moment. She responded to his kiss with equal fervor, her own desire mirroring his. She could feel the urgency in his touch, the way his body pressed against hers as if seeking something only she could give.

As the kiss deepened, Srinu's hands, almost instinctively, began to wander lower, sliding down her back until they reached the soft curves of her ass. His fingers pressed into her flesh, massaging her butt cheeks softly, savoring the warmth and fullness of her body. The sensation sent a shiver of excitement through him, and he couldn’t help but pull her even closer, his desire for her growing with every passing second.

Ganga responded to his touch with a soft moan, her body pressing against his, urging him on. Srinu's hands tightened their grip, and without breaking the kiss, he bent slightly, grabbing her firmly around her ass. In one smooth motion, he lifted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He could feel her weight in his hands, a familiar and comforting sensation that he had always cherished.

The weight of her body, the way she fit so perfectly against him, filled him with a sense of deep satisfaction. It was a feeling he had always loved—the sweet, substantial weight of her that reminded him of everything he adored about her. Ganga wasn’t one of those zero-size girls who seemed so delicate and fragile. No, she was real, she was tangible, and she was filled with love. To Srinu, she was like a juicy, tender piece of chicken—soft, meaty, and utterly irresistible.

The meaty chicken is the juicy chicken, he thought with a smirk, recalling how he always found this fullness attractive. He loved that Ganga was a little chubby, that she had curves and softness that he could hold onto. It was part of what made her so desirable to him.

With Ganga wrapped around him, her legs securely locked around his waist, they continued to kiss passionately. Their lips moved together in perfect sync, the heat between them building with every touch, every caress. Srinu’s hands held her steady, his fingers digging into her flesh as he carried her through the doorway and into the bedroom.


As they lay on the bed, Ganga slowly pulled away from the kiss and looked deeply into Srinu’s eyes. There was a softness in her gaze, mixed with a playful glint as she gave him a small, knowing smile. Her left hand moved down between them, and she gently touched his erection through his pants. The sensation made Srinu’s breath hitch slightly.

Ganga: (teasing, with a mischievous smile) Oh, so this is the reason why you’re still awake.

Srinu managed to smile back at her, but beneath that smile, his thoughts were still tangled. He was trying to focus on the moment, to enjoy the intimacy they were sharing, but the unresolved questions in his mind made it hard to fully relax. He knew he should be confronting her, asking her about the CCTV footage, but instead, he found himself caught up in this moment with her.

Ganga didn’t seem to notice his inner turmoil. She was fully engrossed in him, in the way his body reacted to her touch. Her hand continued to rub him through his pants, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him, making it increasingly difficult for him to concentrate on anything else.

Slowly, she began to kiss her way down his body, starting at his neck and moving deliberately down his chest, planting soft, lingering kisses along the way. Each kiss sent a jolt of electricity through Srinu, further clouding his thoughts and pulling him deeper into the moment. By the time she reached his abdomen, his breathing had grown heavier, and he found it almost impossible to focus on anything other than the sensations she was creating.

When Ganga finally reached his waistband, she paused, looking up at him with a playful smile before continuing her slow, deliberate descent. She kissed him just above the waistband of his pants, her fingers gently tracing the outline of his erection through the fabric.

Srinu: (breathless, struggling to maintain control) Ganga…

Ganga didn’t say anything. Instead, she slowly began to unbutton his pants, her fingers working with practiced ease. She could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tensed in anticipation, and it only fueled her desire to tease him further.

With his pants now unbuttoned, she took her time pulling them down, along with his underwear. Srinu instinctively raised his hips to help her, his head lifting off the pillow as he watched her every move. There was something intensely erotic about the way she was taking control, the way she was so focused on him, and it made it harder for him to keep his thoughts straight.

As she finally freed him from his clothes, Ganga’s eyes widened slightly, a soft smile playing on her lips as she took in the sight of him.

Ganga's lips wrapped around the head of his penis, her eyes never leaving his as she began to take him deeper into her mouth. The warmth of her tongue traced the veins on his shaft, teasing and tantalizing as she moved slowly, savoring every inch. Her hand, slick with the spit she had just used to lubricate him, followed the path of her mouth, stroking his length in a rhythmic motion that matched the slow, deliberate pace of her movements.

As she took him further into her mouth, Ganga's eyes communicated a mix of desire and devotion. She was in control, guiding the experience, ensuring that every sensation was heightened. Her other hand gently cupped his balls, massaging them in time with her movements, adding another layer of pleasure to the mix.

The sound of her slurping filled the room, mingling with the heavy breaths and quiet moans that escaped him. Ganga's mouth continued to work on him, her tongue flicking against the sensitive underside of his penis as she went deeper, her lips tight around his shaft. She maintained eye contact, the intensity of the moment building between them, her gaze never wavering as she conveyed the pleasure she was giving him and the satisfaction she found in doing so.

Her head began to bob more steadily now, each movement becoming more confident as she took more of him into her mouth with each pass. The wetness of her mouth combined with the smooth, slick strokes of her hand created a friction that was both maddening and blissful. Every slurp, every flick of her tongue, sent jolts of pleasure through his body.

Srinu's fingers threaded through Ganga's hair, feeling the softness and texture as he gripped it firmly. The sensation of control, of guiding her head as she pleasured him, intensified his arousal. As his hands moved to the back of her head, he gently pushed her closer, urging her to take more of him into her mouth. The pressure of her lips and the warmth of her mouth surrounding him sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

He couldn't resist the urge to watch her. Every time he lifted his head from the bed, the sight of Ganga's lips sliding up and down his shaft, her eyes looking up at him with a mix of submission and eagerness, drove him wild. The image was burned into his mind, heightening his arousal with each passing second.

But then, lost in the overwhelming pleasure, Srinu let his head fall back onto the bed, his eyes fluttering shut. He allowed himself to fully immerse in the sensations—the wet heat of her mouth, the steady rhythm of her sucking, the firm grip of her lips. It was ecstasy, pure and unfiltered, washing over him in waves. For a few moments, the world around him ceased to exist. It was just him and Ganga, lost in the throes of passion.

However, as he reopened his eyes, the intensity of his pleasure was abruptly overshadowed by confusion and shock. The room he was in had changed—no, it hadn't changed; it had returned to something hauntingly familiar. He recognized the cold, unfinished walls of the construction building, the same place where he and Ganga had been taken by Javed and Chacha.

But the only difference is that now he is not looking Javed and ChaCha having sex with Ganga from the cctv camera point of view, Instead, he is Javed and also Chacha.

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oh.. story is nice...
but u r trying to explain every second of the character in slow motion...
the story is pulling with what's next kind of the thing but too much explanation is delaying that..

what happened in the interval ..??? and after movie and why this sudden attack..?? is heroine safe ..??

Every story has its own pace.