[kk007007]

The Twisted Mind

Srinu's mind struggled to comprehend the bizarre and unsettling reality unfolding before him. The disorienting realization that he was somehow embodying both Javed and Chacha in the same room where his wife, Ganga, had been forced into a nightmarish situation left him reeling. This was the very room he had dreaded, the one he had imagined with anger and betrayal as he watched the CCTV footage, convinced that Ganga had betrayed him. But now, as he found himself in this surreal moment, the emotions he had expected—rage, hurt, disgust—were nowhere to be found.

Instead, a different, more confusing sensation took hold of him. His mind replayed the scene of Ganga with Javed and Chacha, but now, it wasn’t just a memory of the footage; it was as if he was reliving it from their perspective. He could see her, feel her, as they had. The way her lips wrapped around their penises, the way her eyes held that mix of submission and desire—it was intoxicating, and it ignited something deep within him that he couldn't explain.

His penis throbbed with arousal, harder than before, as the images flashed in his mind. The realization that Ganga had enjoyed herself, that she had taken pleasure in those acts, only fueled the fire growing inside him. It wasn’t the anger or disgust he had anticipated; it was a twisted sense of excitement, a dark curiosity that he couldn’t push away.

Srinu’s breath quickened as his mind painted the room around him. The dull, unfinished walls, the cold floor, the same atmosphere that had once filled him with dread, now seemed to pulse with a strange allure. He could almost feel Javed's and Chacha's presence merging with his own, their desires, their experiences, mingling with his. It was as if his brain had rewired itself, turning his deepest fears into something he couldn’t resist.

Confusion clouded his thoughts. Why was he turned on by this? Why wasn’t he angry? The questions swirled in his mind, but they were drowned out by the overwhelming arousal that coursed through him. The more he thought about it, the more he replayed the scene in his mind, the harder it became to focus on anything other than the pleasure that was building inside him.

It was as though his brain was betraying him, twisting his emotions and desires in ways he couldn’t understand. He felt powerless against it, unable to reconcile the horror of the situation with the intense arousal that gripped him. The line between reality and his twisted fantasies blurred further, leaving him lost in a labyrinth of conflicting feelings.

Srinu knew something was deeply wrong, but the more he tried to fight it, the stronger the sensations became. His mind was in turmoil, caught between the horror of what had happened to Ganga and the disturbing thrill of seeing it through Javed's and Chacha's eyes. The more he tried to resist, the more he found himself sinking into this nightmarish blend of fear and desire.


Srinu snapped back to reality, his bedroom coming back into focus as he looked down at Ganga, still sucking his penis with a slutty smile that only deepened the twisted desire swirling within him. The memory of that disturbing vision lingered, but it seemed to fuel his hunger rather than deter it. He grabbed her hair with his left hand, a firm yet desperate grip, and pulled her up to meet his gaze. Their lips crashed together in a ferocious kiss, more intense than before, tongues tangling as their bodies pressed against each other. Ganga could sense the shift in him, the way he was devouring her with his need, and it thrilled her. She was pleasantly surprised by how much he was enjoying it.

For a brief moment, Srinu pulled back, his breathing ragged. His eyes locked onto hers with a burning intensity as he said, "I want to eat you, baby." The words, laden with raw desire, sent a shiver through her. After all the years they had been together, she knew exactly what he meant. There was no hesitation as she shifted her weight to her left, allowing Srinu to roll over on top of her, pinning her beneath him as she lay on the bed, facing up.

Ganga watched as Srinu's eyes traveled down her body, his gaze filled with a mix of lust and something darker, something that seemed to pulse beneath the surface. As he reached for her pussy, she knew what he would find—nothing but bare, warm skin beneath her nighty. She had worn nothing underneath, and now, as he lifted the hem of her nighty, her juicy pussy was fully exposed to him, glistening with her arousal.

Srinu's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her wetness, the nectar oozing out of her in anticipation. "That's my dirty girl," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. Ganga responded with a playful, slutty smile, her hand delivering a light slap to his wrist, teasing him even as she invited him to continue. But that smile, that wicked expression on her face, pulled him back into the haunting memory of the apartment room. He remembered how she had smiled like that while Chacha was eating her pussy, how much she had enjoyed it.

The thought twisted something inside him, a mix of lust and anger coiling within his chest. With a growl, Srinu pounced on her pussy, his mouth descending on her with an almost feral hunger. His tongue lashed out, licking up her juices as he buried his face between her thighs. He licked her from bottom to top, savoring every drop of her nectar, each flick of his tongue driven by the need to possess her fully.

Ganga’s body arched off the bed as his tongue worked its way over her clit, the intense pleasure shooting through her. She raised her arms, clutching the pillow above her head, gripping it tightly as she moaned, her voice high and breathy. Srinu’s hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer to his mouth as he continued his relentless assault on her pussy. His tongue moved with precision, alternating between long, slow licks that teased her clit and fast, swirling motions that drove her wild.

He could taste her arousal, feel the way her body responded to him, and it only spurred him on further. His anger, his twisted desire, all of it melted into the act, driving him to push her closer to the edge. His lips wrapped around her clit, sucking on it with increasing intensity, while his tongue flicked against the sensitive nub, sending jolts of pleasure through her core.

Ganga's moans grew louder, her body writhing under his touch, her hips bucking up to meet his mouth as she chased her release. Srinu could feel her getting closer, the way her pussy tightened and pulsed with each flick of his tongue. He didn't let up, his mouth working her relentlessly, his tongue delving deep inside her, tasting every part of her as he claimed her.

The sounds of Ganga's pleasure filled the room, her breaths coming in short gasps as she clung to the pillow.

As Srinu's tongue worked its magic on Ganga's pussy, he found himself frustrated by the lack of visibility. He could feel her pleasure, hear the soft moans escaping her lips, but he couldn’t see her face, couldn’t witness the full extent of her ecstasy. It was driving him mad with desire. He needed to see her, to watch her expressions as she unraveled under his touch.

Without breaking contact, Srinu grabbed her meaty thighs with a firm grip and, with a swift motion, rolled to his left, pulling her with him. Ganga let out a surprised gasp as he maneuvered her on top of his face, her legs straddling his head. Now, she was sitting directly on his face, her weight pressing her pussy against his mouth, her full, soft thighs on either side of his head. The shift in position gave Srinu exactly what he craved—an unobstructed view of her face.

With her pussy now firmly planted on his mouth, Srinu resumed his assault with renewed intensity. He licked her with long, deliberate strokes, his tongue gliding over her swollen clit, teasing it mercilessly. Ganga’s reaction was immediate—her hand flew to his hair, gripping it tightly as she moaned, her hips beginning to rock gently in time with his movements.

From this angle, Srinu could see everything. He watched as Ganga’s eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting slightly as she bit down on her lower lip, trying to stifle her moans. Her face was a perfect picture of pleasure, her features contorted in a mix of ecstasy and restraint. Her entire body seemed to pulse with every lick, her soft belly rising and falling like waves in motion, matching the rhythm of her heavy breathing.

She slowly removed her nighty over her head revealing her soft boobs. He could see her face through her boobs while grinded her hips on his face.

The sight of her—completely lost in the moment, her body reacting so beautifully to his touch—only spurred Srinu on. He licked deeper, harder, his tongue flicking over her clit with precision, each motion designed to bring her closer to the edge. He could feel her juices flowing more freely now, her arousal slicking his lips and chin as he eagerly lapped it up, gulping down every drop that spilled into his mouth.

But it wasn’t enough. Srinu wanted more—he needed more. He paused for a brief moment, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. His eyes locked onto Ganga’s, and without a word, he opened his mouth wide, his intentions clear. Ganga, her breath still heavy, didn’t hesitate. She looked down at him with a knowing smile, then spat directly into his open mouth. The warm saliva fell like rainwater, landing on his tongue and sliding down his throat.

Srinu swallowed it greedily, his eyes never leaving hers. The act was primal, raw, and it ignited something deeper within him. He let out a low, guttural moan of his own as he felt the slickness of her spit mingling with the taste of her juices in his mouth. The mixture of her fluids, her scent, and the sheer intimacy of the moment fueled his desire to the breaking point.

With renewed fervor, Srinu plunged his tongue back into her pussy, this time with even more intensity. He licked and sucked at her clit, his mouth working tirelessly as he held her hips in place, not letting her escape the relentless pleasure. Ganga’s body responded in kind—her grip on his hair tightened, her thighs trembled, and her moans grew louder, less restrained.


As Srinu continued to devour Ganga's pussy with unrelenting intensity, Ganga, lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body, instinctively reached back. Her hand found his throbbing penis, still hard and slick from her earlier attention. Without breaking the rhythm of her movements or the connection with his gaze, she began to stroke him, her fingers wrapping around his length in a firm grip.

Her touch sent a shiver of pleasure through Srinu, his body responding instantly to the sensation. Even as he continued to work his tongue against her clit, drawing out every ounce of pleasure he could from her, the feel of her hand moving up and down his shaft added another layer of intense arousal. Her strokes were slow and deliberate at first, matching the pace of his tongue on her pussy, but as the moments passed, she quickened her movements, her hand sliding more eagerly along his length.

The dual sensations—the taste of her juices flooding his mouth, the sight of her body trembling with pleasure, and now the firm, rhythmic strokes of her hand on his penis—pushed Srinu to the edge of his control. He groaned into her pussy, the vibration of his voice adding to the sensations she was already feeling. Ganga’s breathing became more erratic, her grip on his hair tightening as she balanced herself on top of him, her hips beginning to rock more urgently against his mouth.

Srinu’s tongue flicked faster, harder, his lips sealing around her clit as he sucked it into his mouth, his desire to make her cum again overriding everything else. But even as he was focused on her pleasure, the feel of her hand on his penis, stroking him with expert precision, was driving him wild. 


Srinu, still lost in the haze of pleasure, suddenly felt the urge to have Ganga’s mouth on his penis again. The idea of her warm, wet lips around him, combined with the taste of her pussy, was an intoxicating thought he couldn’t resist. He gave her a light tap on her butt cheek, signaling his desire. Ganga, already tuned into his needs, immediately understood his intentions. She gracefully followed his lead, shifting her body to align herself into a perfect 69 position.

As she turned, Srinu’s mouth stayed connected to her pussy, his tongue continuing to lap at her juices with unrelenting intensity. Now, with her positioned above him, he had better access to her entire pussy, and he used it to his full advantage. His hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her down onto his face as he devoured her. His tongue moved with urgency, flicking over her swollen clit before plunging deep inside her, tasting her arousal. He could feel the wetness increasing, her juices coating his lips and chin as he worked to push her closer to the edge.

Meanwhile, Ganga eagerly took his throbbing penis back into her mouth. She moaned softly as she wrapped her lips around him, the vibrations of her voice adding to the pleasure. Her tongue swirled around the head of his penis, teasing the sensitive spot just beneath it, before she took him deeper into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to drive him wild. The position allowed her to take him even deeper, her throat relaxing as she swallowed more of him, while her hand continued to stroke the base, providing extra stimulation.

Srinu’s own moans were muffled by Ganga’s pussy, but they were no less intense. The sensation of her mouth around his penis, the way she expertly worked him with her tongue and lips, only fueled his desire to make her cum again. He responded by eating her pussy with even more fervor, his tongue darting in and out of her, his lips sucking on her clit as if he couldn’t get enough of her taste. He could feel her body trembling above him, her thighs quivering as she tried to maintain control.

Ganga’s moans grew louder, more desperate, as Srinu’s tongue continued its relentless assault on her clit. She could feel the pleasure building inside her, a tight coil of heat ready to explode. Her breathing became ragged, her body tensing as she struggled to focus on pleasing him while her own climax loomed closer. She tried to keep his penis in her mouth, to continue the rhythm that was driving him mad, but the sensations were too overwhelming.

Unable to hold back any longer, Ganga pulled his penis out of her mouth, her lips leaving him with a slick pop as she gasped for air. Her voice was breathy, filled with both need and desperation, as she pleaded with him,

"Chodo muje.[Fuck me]"

The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of her desire. Srinu, hearing her plea, felt a surge of satisfaction. He knew she was on the brink, teetering on the edge of her climax, and it only spurred him on. 

Srinu, hearing Ganga’s desperate plea, granted her wish with a soft, reassuring voice. "Come here, baby." She rose from her position on top of him and moved closer, her body trembling slightly from the intensity of their previous actions. As she leaned into him, their bodies pressed together, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a warm, intimate hug. The connection between them was electric, a mix of deep affection and raw, unbridled desire.

With a gentle touch, Srinu laid her back down on the bed, positioning himself on top of her. The weight of his body pressing against hers sent a shiver down her spine, and she opened her legs to welcome him, her pussy still wet and eager for more. Srinu, driven by a primal need, positioned himself at her entrance, his hips parting her legs as he lined up his throbbing penis with her waiting pussy.

He pushed in slowly at first, savoring the sensation of her tightness enveloping him. Ganga’s body arched up to meet him, a soft moan escaping her lips as he filled her completely. But Srinu didn’t linger in tenderness for long. Once he was fully inside her, the need to claim her, to possess her entirely, overtook him. He began to pump into her with all the force he could muster, his hips driving into her relentlessly.

Each thrust was powerful, deep, and filled with intensity. Srinu’s eyes were locked onto Ganga’s face, watching every expression, every flicker of pleasure that crossed her features. He could see how much she was enjoying it, her mouth open in silent cries of ecstasy, her body responding to his every movement. But as he continued to fuck her, something strange happened. The room around them began to shift, the familiar surroundings of their bedroom melting away, replaced by the cold, unfinished walls of the unconstructed building.

Suddenly, Srinu was no longer in his bedroom. He was back in that dreaded apartment room, the same one where Ganga had been forced to have sex with Javed and Chacha. The shift was disorienting, and as he looked down at her, it wasn’t just his own eyes he was seeing through. He was seeing her through Javed’s eyes, watching how she had enjoyed every thrust, how her body had responded to the stranger’s cock inside her.

The realization hit him like a punch to the gut. He could see Ganga’s face, twisted in pleasure, her moans of delight echoing in his mind. The thought of her enjoying another man’s cock filled him with anger—a deep, burning rage at the thought of someone else pleasuring his wife. But at the same time, a darker, more confusing emotion took hold of him. The idea that she had found pleasure in someone else’s touch, that she had reveled in the feeling of Javed’s cock inside her, turned him on in a way he couldn’t explain.

His anger and arousal mixed together, fueling a new intensity in his thrusts. He began to fuck her even harder, his hips slamming into hers with a force that made the bed creak beneath them. The sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room, a symphony of raw, carnal desire. Srinu could feel his control slipping, his mind torn between the images of Ganga enjoying herself with Javed and the reality of him fucking her now.

The confusion only drove him further, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate. He wanted to erase the memory of Javed from her mind, to make her feel only him, but at the same time, the thought of her enjoying that stranger’s cock pushed him to fuck her harder, deeper, as if trying to outdo the pleasure she had felt before.

Srinu, his focus entirely on Ganga's pleasure, continued to thrust into her with powerful, rhythmic strokes. He could feel her getting closer, her moans becoming more frantic, her body trembling beneath him. Each movement of his hips drove him deeper into her, the intensity of the moment building between them.

As he watched her, Ganga's body suddenly arched off the bed, her orgasm crashing over her with full force. Her pussy clenched tightly around his cock, her juices flowing freely as she cried out in pleasure, her entire body shaking from the intensity of her climax. Srinu could feel every pulse, every contraction of her pussy as she came, but he was far from finished.

Despite Ganga's powerful orgasm, Srinu remained intact, his cock still throbbing inside her, not yet ready to release. The sight of her pleasure, the way she had completely surrendered to him, only fueled his desire to continue. His movements never faltered; he kept pumping into her, his hips driving with the same relentless force, determined to push her even further.

Ganga, still riding the aftershocks of her orgasm, gasped as Srinu continued to fuck her, the pleasure bordering on overwhelming. Her body was hypersensitive, every thrust sending shivers of sensation through her, but Srinu showed no signs of slowing down. He was focused, driven by a need to claim her completely, to prolong the intensity of their connection.

With every powerful thrust, Srinu felt a mix of emotions—anger, desire, and something darker. The memory of the apartment room and the image of her enjoying another man's cock kept flashing in his mind, pushing him to fuck her even harder. He could feel her body responding, even in the aftermath of her orgasm, as if she was ready to go again, and he was determined to take her there.

"What a whore! she wants even more." srinu thought to himself.


As Ganga’s first orgasm washed over her, her eyes fluttered shut, her body overwhelmed by the intense pleasure. But Srinu, still caught in the throes of his own conflicted emotions, wasn’t ready to let her rest. With a sharp slap to her face, he brought her back to the moment. Her eyes snapped open, wide with surprise, and she looked up at him, her expression a mix of lingering ecstasy and curiosity.

"Do you want more?" Srinu asked, his voice low and commanding, his hips still driving into her with relentless force.

Ganga, still panting from her orgasm, nodded her head, a breathless "yes" escaping her lips. She wanted more—needed more. The intensity of his desire matched her own, and the connection between them was electric, filled with a raw, primal need.

Srinu didn’t hesitate. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, the grip tight and possessive, and with a swift motion, he turned her over, guiding her into a doggy-style position. Ganga willingly complied, her body moving with fluid grace as she positioned herself on all fours, her back arched beautifully, offering herself to him. She urged her hips back, giving him complete access to both her holes, her wet pussy glistening with arousal, and her tight ass presented invitingly.

Srinu’s eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight before him. The way she offered herself so completely, the way her body moved with such confidence and need, drove him wild. He lined himself up with her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her slick folds, and then, with a powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her.

Ganga let out a loud moan as he filled her again, her body rocking forward with the force of his thrust. Srinu gripped her hips tightly, pulling her back onto his cock as he fucked her from behind, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing through the room. Each thrust was hard, deep, and relentless, his cock driving into her with a mix of anger and desire that he couldn’t control.

As he fucked her, Srinu’s mind flickered back to the apartment room. Once again, he was seeing through Javed’s eyes, watching how Ganga had enjoyed being fucked from behind by another man. The memory, vivid and unsettling, fueled the intensity of his movements. He could see Ganga’s face, twisted in pleasure as she was taken from behind, her moans of delight echoing in his mind. It was maddening, the thought of her enjoying another man’s cock, but it also turned him on in ways he couldn’t explain.

He pulled her hair back sharply, forcing her head up as he fucked her harder, his hips slamming into her ass with powerful, rhythmic thrusts. Ganga gasped at the intensity, her body trembling as she tried to keep up with his relentless pace. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her back arched even more, pushing her hips back to meet his every thrust.

Srinu could feel the tension building in his body, the mix of emotions—anger, desire, and a twisted arousal—driving him to the edge. The sight of Ganga submitting to him so completely, her body moving in sync with his, only heightened his need to possess her fully. He could see her ass bouncing with each thrust, her pussy gripping his cock tightly, her moans growing louder with every movement.

The room around him seemed to blur, the line between reality and memory fading as he continued to fuck her with everything he had. In his mind, he was both himself and Javed, the two identities merging as he watched Ganga’s pleasure unfold before him.



As Srinu continued to thrust into Ganga from behind, he couldn’t help but notice how her soft, full breasts moved in perfect rhythm with his hips. The sight of them swaying with each powerful movement was mesmerizing, and an overwhelming desire to touch them took hold of him. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, and reached around to grasp her breasts with both hands.

The moment his hands made contact, he began to massage her breasts, his fingers kneading the soft flesh, feeling their warmth and weight. Ganga responded immediately, her moans deepening as the dual sensations of his cock filling her and his hands teasing her breasts sent shivers of pleasure through her body. She turned her head slightly, just enough to catch his eye, and gave him a naughty smile, a look filled with mischief and desire.

But that smile—it triggered something dark in Srinu’s mind. He suddenly remembered how she had smiled at Javed in the apartment room while he was taking her from behind, that same look of pleasure and satisfaction on her face. A surge of anger and jealousy welled up inside him, the urge to bite her, to mark her as his own, almost overpowering. But he fought it down, forcing himself to stay in control. Instead, he leaned forward and captured her lips in a fierce, possessive kiss, his mouth claiming hers with the same intensity that his body was claiming her.

As Srinu kissed her, his thrusts became more urgent, more frantic. He could feel his climax building, the heat pooling in his lower abdomen, ready to explode. But before he reached the point of no return, he made a sudden decision. He wanted to see her face, to watch her as he took her over the edge once more. Without breaking their connection, he pulled out of her and laid back on the bed, guiding her to follow him.

Ganga, understanding his intentions, moved with him, straddling his hips as she positioned herself on top of him in the Cowgirl position. The moment she was settled, Srinu grabbed her waist with both hands, his grip firm and possessive, and guided her down onto his throbbing cock. The feeling of her pussy sliding down his length, enveloping him in her wet heat, was intoxicating.

Once she was fully seated on him, Srinu didn’t waste a moment. He began to pump into her with quick, powerful thrusts, his hips driving up to meet hers with a speed and intensity that made the bed beneath them shake. Ganga gasped, her hands gripping his chest for balance as she rode him, her body moving in sync with his, their rhythm perfectly matched.

Srinu’s eyes were locked onto her face, watching every expression of pleasure that crossed her features as he fucked her. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed in bliss, her lips parted as moans of ecstasy spilled from her mouth. The sight of her like this, completely lost in the pleasure he was giving her, only fueled his desire to push her further.

He tightened his grip on her waist, using his hands to control her movements, pulling her down harder onto his cock with each thrust. Ganga responded eagerly, her hips moving faster, grinding against him as she chased her release. The sound of their bodies colliding, the wet, slick sounds of their connection, filled the room, mixing with their heavy breathing and moans.

As Srinu continued to pump into her, his pace grew even more frantic. He could feel himself getting closer, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. But he held on, wanting to take her with him, to make sure she came as hard as he was about to. His eyes stayed focused on her face, watching as her moans grew louder, her body trembling as she neared her climax.

Ganga’s movements became more erratic, her rhythm faltering as she lost herself in the pleasure. Her nails dug into his chest, leaving red marks on his skin as she rode him with wild abandon. Srinu could feel her pussy tightening around his cock, the telltale sign that she was on the brink.


As Srinu felt Ganga nearing her second orgasm, her body tightening and her moans growing louder, he knew he was close as well. Driven by the intense need to be even closer to her in this moment, he raised his upper body, using his hands to pull her down onto him with more force, burying his face into her soft, heaving breasts. He kissed and sucked on her nipples, his breath hot against her skin as he held her tightly, both of them lost in the whirlwind of pleasure they were creating together.

Ganga’s hands moved to his back, her nails digging into his flesh as she clung to him, her body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through her. The sensation of his mouth on her breasts, combined with the relentless thrusting of his cock deep inside her, was pushing her right to the edge. Srinu’s own body was teetering on the brink, every muscle tensing as he drove into her with all the force he had left.

The connection between them was electric, a raw, primal energy that seemed to pulse through their joined bodies. Srinu’s lips moved against her skin, kissing her breasts with a fierce, possessive hunger as he felt the tight coil of his orgasm winding tighter, ready to snap. Ganga’s breathing became ragged, her moans turning into desperate gasps as she reached the peak of her pleasure.

And then, all at once, it happened. Ganga’s body convulsed as her second orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clenching down hard around Srinu’s cock, milking him for everything he had. The sensation was too much for Srinu to handle, and with a deep, guttural moan, he followed her over the edge, his own orgasm crashing into him like a tidal wave. His cock pulsed inside her, releasing his hot cum deep into her pussy, their bodies locked together in a perfect, synchronized climax.

Srinu’s body shuddered as he emptied himself inside her, his hips thrusting up into her one final time as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm. Ganga’s own orgasm left her trembling, her body still spasming with pleasure as she clung to him, her breaths coming in short, shaky gasps.

As the intensity of their climaxes began to subside, He rested his head on her soft, warm breasts, his breathing still heavy as he tried to catch his breath. The warmth of her body, the steady rise and fall of her chest, was comforting, and he felt a deep sense of satisfaction as he lay there, still connected to her in the most intimate way possible.

Ganga, too, was coming down from her high, her body relaxing as the waves of pleasure slowly ebbed away. She gently rested her left cheek on Srinu’s head, her fingers lazily running through his hair in a soothing motion. They lay like that for a few moments, their bodies still entwined, the room filled with the lingering scent of their passion.

After a while, Ganga lifted her head slightly, her fingers moving to cup Srinu’s face. She gently turned his head towards her, her eyes locking onto his as she whispered softly, "I love you."

The words hit Srinu like a bolt of lightning, leaving him momentarily speechless. He stared at her, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts and questions. How could she be so deeply in love with him, yet still have allowed herself to be with other men? The confusion and the hurt mingled with the afterglow of their shared passion, creating a storm of emotions inside him that he couldn’t quite process.

Ganga, sensing his turmoil, gave him a small, tender kiss on the lips—a simple gesture that spoke volumes. Then, without another word, she slowly stepped off the bed and walked towards the bathroom, her naked form disappearing through the doorway.

Srinu remained on the bed, his body still tingling from their intense lovemaking, but his mind was far from settled. He sat there, staring after her, his thoughts swirling as he tried to make sense of everything that had happened. The questions buzzed in his mind like angry bees, each one stinging him with the sharpness of its uncertainty. How could she love him so much and still betray him? How could he feel such intense desire for her, even knowing what she had done?

He couldn’t find the answers, and as he sat there, alone with his thoughts, the weight of the situation pressed down on him. The room was quiet now, the only sound the distant hum of the bathroom fan, and Srinu found himself trapped in his own mind, searching desperately for clarity in the midst of the confusion that had taken hold of his heart.

[kk007007]

Unknowingly and sadly srinu has turned a cuckold.

No he is NOT ! You will understand in the next update

[kk007007]

Yang's Master Plan

Srinu, still reeling from the intense and confusing experience, felt the need to get away, to clear his head. "I’m going to get a glass of water," he muttered to Ganga, his voice distant as he excused himself from the bedroom. Without waiting for her response, he quickly slipped out of the room, his mind racing as he made his way down the stairs.


As he reached the bottom, instead of heading to the kitchen, Srinu found himself drawn to his office room. It was a place where he usually found solace, a refuge where he could think clearly. He entered the room, closing the door behind him with a quiet click, the familiar surroundings doing little to calm the storm of emotions and thoughts swirling inside him.

He leaned against the door for a moment, trying to steady his breath, but the tremors in his hands gave away the turmoil within. He looked down at them, watching as they shook uncontrollably, the physical manifestation of the psychological shock he was grappling with. He had never felt this way before—so completely out of control, so utterly confused by his own mind.

"What the hell just happened?" Srinu whispered to himself, his voice filled with a mix of fear and disbelief. The events of the last few moments played back in his mind, but they seemed more like a twisted nightmare than reality. He had been making love to his wife, but his brain had dragged him back to that apartment room in the construction building, the very place he wished he could forget.

Why had his mind done that? Why had he seen himself in the places of Javed and Chacha, the men who had violated everything he held dear? It was as if, in those moments, he had become them, experiencing their actions, their power, their dominance over Ganga. The thought of it made his stomach turn, yet there had been something darkly thrilling about it that he couldn’t deny.

"Why on earth was I seeing myself as them?" he asked, his voice shaking as much as his hands. The questions hung in the air, unanswered and unsettling. The boundaries between his identity and those of the men he despised had blurred in a way that terrified him. Was it guilt? Jealousy? Some twisted form of arousal? He didn’t know, and the not knowing was driving him to the brink.

Srinu sank into the chair at his desk, his hands gripping the armrests as if trying to anchor himself to something solid. But his mind continued to spiral, trying and failing to piece together what had happened. All he could do was sit there, staring blankly at the wall, his thoughts a chaotic mess as he struggled to make sense of the inexplicable events that had shaken him to his core.


As Srinu sat in his office, contemplating everything that had just happened, a loud voice echoed in his mind, jolting him from his thoughts.

Yang: (demanding, filled with anger) "What the hell did you just do?"

The voice continued, growing sharper and more accusatory.

Yang: (with rising frustration) "What the hell did you just do? We thought you were going to confront her or, even better, kill her!"

Another voice interrupted Yang, softer but firm, trying to cut through the tension.

Yin: (calm but with an edge of concern) "Oh, shut up, Yang! Yes, Srinu, what did you do? You were supposed to ask her about the truth, but instead..."

Srinu, his voice trembling and filled with anguish, cut Yin off before he could finish.

Srinu: (desperate, on the verge of breaking down) "I... I can’t confront her. I just can’t do it. If she admits she cheated on me, I won’t be able to bear it. I might... I might kill her... and myself. How could I harm her? I love her so much. I’m so weak... I can’t do it." (He starts to sob, his body shaking as he loses control of his emotions.)

Yin spoke again, his tone soft and consoling, trying to soothe the pain in Srinu's heart.

Yin: (gently, with deep empathy) "It’s okay, Srinu. It’s not your fault..."

But Yang interrupted, his words loud and cutting, laced with judgment.

Yang: (harsh, unforgiving) "It is his fault! It’s completely his fault! You should have confronted her right away. Instead, you had sex with her! Not only did you have sex with her, but you also imagined yourself in the place of Javed and Chacha. What the hell is wrong with you?"

Srinu’s sobbing grew more intense, his voice cracking under the weight of his shame.

Srinu: (pleading, lost in his own guilt) "I’m sorry... I don’t know what came over me. I just don’t know why my mind decided to betray me like that, to put me in their shoes. I’m so ashamed of myself..."

Yin tried to offer comfort, his voice filled with understanding.

Yin: (soothing, almost whispering) "You don’t need to be ashamed, Srinu. We know you didn’t do this on purpose..."

But Yang wasn’t willing to let it go, his tone still biting and relentless.

Yang: (accusatory, with a sneer) "Yes, you did it on purpose! You imagined yourself as them because you’re a cuckold!"

Srinu, now filled with doubt and confusion, whispered a question he had never imagined asking himself, his voice trembling.

Srinu: (whispering, almost afraid of the answer) "A... a cuckold? Am I a cuckold?"

Yin quickly responded, trying to reassure him with a firm tone.

Yin: (reassuring, with conviction) "No, you are not a cuckold."

Yang wasn’t convinced and pressed further, his voice sharp and probing.

Yang: (challenging, almost taunting) "How do you know that?"

Srinu echoed Yang’s question, his voice laced with uncertainty and fear.

Srinu: (uncertain, seeking validation) "Yes, Yin... how do you know that I’m not a cuckold?"

Yin’s voice was steady, filled with a calm certainty as he explained.

Yin: (firm, with a sense of inner knowledge) "I know you’re not a cuckold because I am you. More importantly, a cuckold wants to see his wife get fucked by strangers more than anything else in the world. But you didn’t want to see that, did you? Instead, you cried for her. You wanted to confront her, to find out if she had cheated. You even considered killing her—and yourself—if she had. Tell me, Srinu, which cuckold would do that?"

Yang interrupted again, his tone sharp and accusatory, refusing to back down.

Yang: (pressing, almost sneering) "Then why the hell were you imagining yourself in the place of Javed and Chacha while having sex with Ganga?"

Yin hesitated before replying, his voice faltering slightly, as if reluctant to reveal the truth.

Yin: (hesitant, with a heavy heart) "Because he... he wants to see her..."

Yin stopped mid-sentence, struggling to say the next words. Yang mocked him, his tone dripping with sarcasm and impatience.

Yang: (mocking, with a sneer) "What happened, Yin? Cat got your tongue?"

Srinu, desperate for clarity, pleaded with Yin, his voice filled with a mix of fear and desperation.

Srinu: (pleading, desperate for answers) "Yes, Yin, please... tell me. I want to see her as what?"

Yin finally spoke, his voice filled with pain and reluctant truth.

Yin: (pained, almost whispering) "You want to see her as... a whore."

Srinu immediately protested, his voice filled with denial and shock, his heart rejecting the idea.

Srinu: (defensive, refusing to believe) "No! That’s not the truth! I would never want to see her like that!"

Yin pressed him further, his tone questioning, pushing Srinu to face the truth.

Yin: (questioning, challenging) "Then why did you see yourself in the place of Javed and Chacha?"

Srinu was left dumbfounded, unable to find the words to respond, his mind spinning with confusion. Yang’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and knowing.

Yang: (with a knowing tone, almost smug) "Oh, that’s the reason why."

Yin continued, his voice softer, filled with a painful truth that couldn’t be ignored.

Yin: (soft, resigned) "Yes, that’s why you saw yourself in their place. It’s your desire to seek the forbidden. Imagining your loving and loyal traditional wife doing such naughty things... it turns you on."

Srinu, still refusing to believe, shook his head, speaking with firm denial, though his heart wavered.

Srinu: (firm, trying to convince himself) "No... no, whatever your theories are, I would never insult my wife in such a way."

But inside, Srinu felt the sting of truth in Yin’s words. Even as he denied it outwardly, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Yin was right, and the realization, though unsettling, brought with it a strange sense of relief.


The voices of Yin and Yang continued their relentless debate in his mind.

Yang: (with a loud, commanding voice) "Oh, stop arguing! Tell me, how are we going to punish her?"

Yin: (calm, questioning) "Why are you so determined to punish Ganga when she never committed a crime?"

Yang: (arguing, his tone sharp) "How do you know she didn’t cheat?"

Yin: (softly, with reason) "Did you not hear what she said to him just a few minutes ago? She said she loves him. Why would such a woman cheat on her husband who she loves so much?"

Yang seemed ready to question Yin again, but Yin continued before he could speak.

Yin: (with a touch of certainty) "Why would any woman cheat on Srinu when she’s so satisfied in bed? If you’ve forgotten, let me remind you—she had two orgasms in one night."

Yang: (opening his mouth to retort, but no words came out for a few moments)

Yin, noticing Yang’s hesitation, couldn’t help but smirk.

Yin: (with a sarcastic smile, teasing) "Did the cat catch your tongue?"

Yang: (angry, his face contorting in frustration) "I don’t need to answer your stupid questions! You answered it yourself by saying she’s a whore, and whores can never have enough. They always want more, no matter how much they get fucked."

Yin: (shocked, his tone defensive) "Don’t twist my words! I never said that. I only suggested that Srinu wants to imagine Ganga as a whore."

Yang: (with a dark certainty) "Don’t worry. Your suggestion will become the truth in the future."

Yin: (challenging, demanding proof) "How do you know? Where’s the proof?"

Yang: (confidently, almost smug) "You want proof? I’ll give you proof."

Yin: (jokingly, with a dismissive tone) "Here he goes again, diving into another imagination and claiming it as his proof."

Yang: (angrily, dismissing Yin’s sarcasm) "Oh, shut up! This time, we’ll catch her red-handed."

Srinu: (curiously, feeling a mix of fear and anticipation) "Red-handed? But how?"

Yang: (with an evil smile, a glint of malevolence in his voice) "Don’t worry, boys. I have a plan."

Srinu: (tentatively, curiosity piqued) "You have a plan? Please, explain."

Yang: (with a sly grin, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone) "Listen carefully. For my plan to work, I need you to buy something."

Srinu: (confused, his brow furrowing) "Buy something? But what?"

Yang: (with enthusiasm, almost excitedly) "CC cameras."

Yin: (questioning, with a hint of disbelief) "CC cameras?"

Yang: (enthusiastically, as if revealing a masterstroke) "Yes, CC cameras! Not just any CC cameras, but ones specifically used for spying."

Srinu: (still puzzled, but growing more curious) "But why?"

Yang: (with a tone of triumph, eager to lay out his plan) "We’ll place the CC cameras in and around the house to catch Ganga red-handed."

Yin: (in shock, his voice rising with alarm) "Have you lost your mind? Are you going to spy on Ganga? Srinu, please don’t listen to him. It’s clear that he’s lost his mind!"

Yang: (intercepting, his voice cutting through with a sharp edge) "Srinu, do you want to know the truth or not? Did you forget that the CCTV footage from the construction building is the reason you know she cheated on you in the first place? Imagine how much more truth we can uncover about Ganga if we put CCTV cameras in the house itself."

Yin: (pleading desperately, his voice filled with emotion) "Please, Srinu, don’t do this. You love your wife so much. Don’t insult her by doing something like this."

Srinu, feeling the weight of his confusion and desperation, interrupted Yin, his voice firm and resolute.

Srinu: (with a tone of finality, cutting off Yin’s pleas) "Please stop, Yin. I can’t take this anymore. I need to know the truth. Let me do whatever Yang says this one time."

Yang: (triumphant, his voice filled with a sense of victory) "Yes! Finally, we’ll know the truth."

As Srinu made the decision to follow Yang’s advice instead of Yin’s, he could feel Yin’s voice fading away, growing weaker with each passing moment. In contrast, Yang’s triumphant laughter echoed louder and louder in his mind, filling the silence with an overwhelming sense of inevitability. The path Srinu had chosen was clear, but the consequences of that choice were yet to unfold, leaving him on the brink of a dark and uncertain journey.


As Srinu sat quietly in his office, Yang began to lay out his master plan with a confident, almost sinister tone.

Yang: (with determination, outlining the plan step by step) "First thing in the morning, you go to the electronic shop and buy as many CCTV cameras as you can. We need to cover every angle possible in and around the house."

Srinu: (nodding, already committed) "Okay, done. But how are we going to monitor the footage? Ganga will be at home too—won’t it be suspicious if I sit in this room all day?"

Yang: (with a clever smirk, anticipating the concern) "In a couple of days, your medical leave will end. So, you’ll wire the CCTV footage to an FTP server and broadcast it to remote computers, like your laptop. That way, we can monitor everything from the office premises."

Srinu: (realizing the brilliance of the plan, a hint of excitement in his voice) "That’s a great plan! This way, we don’t have to stay at home, and I’ll have two days to place all the cameras at night when Ganga is asleep."

Yang: (proudly, almost gloating) "That’s my boy! You and I will uncover the truth. We don’t need Yin anymore."

Yang’s voice faded away with triumphant laughter, leaving Srinu with a sense of purpose and clarity. The plan was set, and the path forward seemed clear.

Feeling a strange mixture of resolve and trepidation, Srinu got up from his chair and headed back to the bedroom. Ganga was already sound asleep, her breathing steady and peaceful. He moved silently, careful not to disturb her, as he walked to the bed. He turned off the lights, the room plunging into darkness, and slipped under the covers.

As he lay there, the events of the day and the plan for the days ahead swirled in his mind. The choice he had made weighed heavily on him, but the need to know the truth was stronger. He closed his eyes, trying to quiet the thoughts that threatened to keep him awake, and slowly drifted off to sleep, knowing that the morning would bring the first step in carrying out Yang’s plan.

[kk007007]

"The Happy Ending" 

Over the next two days, Srinu executed Yang's plan with meticulous care, driven by a mix of determination and the nagging fear of what he might discover. Early the next morning, as the first light of dawn began to filter through the windows, Srinu quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Ganga. He dressed quickly and left the house under the pretense of running some errands.


His destination was a well-known electronics shop in the city, a place where he knew he could find exactly what he needed. The journey there was filled with a tense anticipation, his mind racing with thoughts of what lay ahead. Upon arriving, he spent little time browsing, instead heading straight for the section where they kept the most sophisticated surveillance equipment.

The shopkeeper, an older man with a shrewd look, greeted him and asked if he needed any assistance. Srinu, keeping his voice calm and neutral, explained that he was looking for small, discreet CCTV cameras that could be hidden easily but still provided high-quality video and audio. The shopkeeper nodded knowingly and led Srinu to a glass case where some of the latest models were displayed.

The cameras were exactly what Srinu had hoped for—compact, almost impossibly small, yet packed with advanced features. The shopkeeper demonstrated how the cameras worked, showing Srinu how they could be hidden in everyday objects, making them nearly impossible to detect. The cameras came equipped with both video and audio recording capabilities, capable of capturing even the faintest of sounds and the smallest of details. They were wireless, could be accessed remotely, and the footage could be easily transmitted to a secure server.

Srinu purchased these sophisticated cameras, ensuring they were small enough to hide in any location without arousing suspicion. The shopkeeper wrapped them up carefully, and Srinu left the store, his heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and resolve. He knew there was no turning back now.

That night, after returning home and going through the motions of a typical evening, Srinu waited patiently for Ganga to fall asleep. He lay beside her, listening to the rhythm of her breathing as it slowed, indicating she was drifting off into a deep sleep. His mind was abuzz with the tasks ahead, but he forced himself to remain calm and steady. When he was certain she was asleep, he quietly slipped out of bed, making sure not to disturb her.

In the dim light of the night, Srinu retrieved the cameras from their hiding place. The house was eerily quiet as he moved through it, careful with each step, his senses heightened by the gravity of what he was about to do. The first camera he placed in the living room, hidden discreetly behind a decorative vase that sat on a shelf. It was positioned perfectly to cover the entire room, including the front door, ensuring that no movement would go unnoticed.

The second camera was placed in the kitchen, nestled in the corner of a high cabinet. This camera would capture any activity in one of the most frequented areas of the house. Srinu adjusted its angle carefully, making sure it had a clear view of the entire space. The kitchen was often the hub of the house, where conversations happened and where Ganga spent a significant amount of time. It was crucial to have this area covered.

The third and final camera was the most difficult to place. It was to be hidden in their bedroom, a place of intimacy and trust. Srinu felt a pang of guilt as he prepared to plant it, but his need to uncover the truth overpowered his hesitation. He finally decided to hide it within a decorative object on the nightstand, ensuring it would have a clear view of the bed and any interactions that might occur in the room.

Each night for the next two days, Srinu repeated the process, slowly and methodically placing the cameras in their designated spots. He moved with a sense of purpose, every action deliberate and precise. Ganga remained blissfully unaware, sound asleep as he worked, the faint glow of the streetlights outside casting long shadows across the room.

By the time the second night ended, all cameras were in place, and the house was effectively under surveillance. Srinu took a deep breath as he finished the last task, the weight of what he had done settling heavily on his shoulders. He knew that the cameras would record everything—every word, every movement, every interaction. The truth, whatever it might be, would soon be revealed.

As he crawled back into bed on that final night, Ganga stirred slightly but did not wake. Srinu lay beside her, staring up at the ceiling, his mind racing with thoughts of what the coming days would bring. The cameras were set, and now all that remained was to monitor the footage and see what it would uncover. The house, once a place of comfort and love, had now become a silent witness, filled with hidden eyes that would capture every secret, every truth, and every lie.

The day had finally arrived—the day that Srinu had been both dreading and anticipating with a mix of anxiety and determination. Today is MONDAY, he would return to work after his medical leave, but more importantly, today was the day he would begin uncovering the truth that had been haunting him. The plan he had set in motion was about to unfold, and there was no turning back.

Srinu woke up early, earlier than usual, his mind already racing with thoughts of what the day might reveal. He moved through his morning routine with a sense of purpose, his actions methodical and efficient. As he got dressed in his usual office attire, he could feel the weight of the task ahead pressing down on him. His hands trembled slightly as he buttoned his shirt, a sign of the nervous energy coursing through his body.

Ganga, ever attentive, noticed his unusual haste. As she prepared breakfast in the kitchen, she called out to him, urging him to sit down and eat before leaving for work.

Ganga: (concerned, her voice gentle yet insistent) "You should have breakfast before you go. It’s important to start the day right."

Srinu: (distracted, his tone curt as he brushes her off) "I’ll eat something outside. Don’t worry about it."

Ganga’s brows furrowed slightly at his abruptness, but she didn’t press further. Srinu, too preoccupied with the day ahead, could only think of what awaited him.

With a brief goodbye, Srinu left the house, his mind already focused on the task at hand. The drive to the office felt longer than usual, the anticipation building with each passing moment. When he finally arrived, he noticed that the parking lot was nearly empty—he was the first one there. The silence of the early morning was almost unsettling, but it provided the perfect cover for what he was about to do.

As a senior engineer, Srinu had his own office, a private room where he could work undisturbed. Today, that privacy would be put to a very different use. He walked quickly through the empty corridors, his footsteps echoing softly in the quiet building. When he reached his office, he entered the room and immediately closed the door behind him, turning the lock with a firm click. He needed to ensure that no one would interrupt him.

The room was dimly lit, the blinds drawn to keep out the morning sun. Srinu moved to his desk, his heart pounding as he opened his laptop. The familiar hum of the machine starting up brought a small sense of comfort, grounding him in the routine of his work, even as he prepared to step into the unknown.

Srinu: (whispering to himself, trying to steady his nerves) "This is it. Let’s see what the truth is."

With steady hands, he connected to his home server’s IP address, the digital gateway that would bring him face-to-face with whatever truth lay hidden in his home. The connection was secure, encrypted to ensure that no one else could access the footage. Srinu took a deep breath, feeling the tension in his chest as the screen loaded.

The live feed from the CCTV cameras appeared on the screen, showing a split view of the different angles he had carefully planned out. He could see the living room, the kitchen, and the bedroom—each room captured in crisp, clear detail. The cameras were working perfectly, the video feed smooth and uninterrupted. Everything was in place, just as he had intended.

Srinu’s eyes were immediately drawn to the living room feed, where he saw Ganga moving about, starting her morning chores. She was dressed casually, her hair tied back, as she tidied up the cushions on the sofa and dusted the shelves. It was a scene he had witnessed countless times before, but now, viewed through the lens of the camera, it felt strangely distant and surreal.

He watched as Ganga moved from the living room to the kitchen, the camera following her every step. She began preparing breakfast, her movements fluid and practiced. Srinu noted how she carefully measured out the ingredients, the way she stirred the pot with a familiar rhythm. There was nothing unusual, nothing that hinted at the turmoil that had driven him to this point. But Srinu couldn’t tear his eyes away, his mind racing with thoughts of what might still be uncovered.

As Ganga set the table, Srinu’s heart ached with a mix of guilt and sadness. She placed two plates on the table, even though she knew he wouldn’t be there to join her. He watched as she sat down alone, her expression calm but tinged with a subtle melancholy. The sight of her eating breakfast alone, the food left untouched by his absence, stirred something deep within him.

Srinu: (muttering under his breath, filled with guilt) "She doesn’t deserve this… but I need to know."

He shifted his focus to the bedroom camera, where the bed was neatly made, and the morning light filtered through the curtains. This room, once a sanctuary of intimacy and trust, now felt exposed, and vulnerable under the scrutiny of the camera. Srinu couldn’t shake the feeling of unease as he watched the empty room, waiting for something—anything—to happen.

As the day progressed, Srinu remained glued to the screen, monitoring the live feed with an intensity that bordered on obsession. Ganga’s routine continued uninterrupted, her actions calm and measured. She spent time in the living room, watching television, and occasionally checked her phone. She took care of some laundry, folding clothes with the same careful attention she gave to everything she did.

Srinu: (his voice tense, speaking to himself) "Come on… show me something… anything…"


The hours dragged on as Srinu sat in his office, eyes glued to the live feed from the CCTV cameras. The uneventful morning had passed slowly, each minute stretching out as he waited for something—anything—that might validate the fears that had driven him to this point. The footage so far had shown nothing out of the ordinary: Ganga moving through the house, performing her daily chores with the quiet efficiency he had always admired, but now viewed through the cold lens of surveillance.

Then, finally, the doorbell rang. Srinu’s pulse quickened, his body tensing as he watched Ganga move towards the door. He shifted in his seat, leaning closer to the screen, the anticipation almost unbearable. Ganga opened the door, and Srinu felt a pang of disappointment as he recognized the visitor—it was just the milkman.

Srinu: (muttering to himself, his voice tinged with frustration) "Just the milkman…"

On the screen, the milkman handed Ganga the milk packets, exchanging a few words with her before turning to leave. Srinu strained to make out their conversation, but the camera’s audio couldn’t pick up the details. Ganga took the milk packets into the kitchen and began preparing coffee, her movements calm and deliberate, as though nothing were out of the ordinary. The normalcy of it all only added to Srinu’s growing frustration.

An hour later, the doorbell rang again. Srinu’s heart skipped a beat as he focused on the footage. This time, it was the water boy, delivering the heavy bottles of water to their home. Srinu watched as the young man entered the house, carrying the bottles into the kitchen. He handed Ganga the water card, which she signed to confirm receipt of the delivery. The two exchanged a few words—again, nothing out of the ordinary—and then the water boy left, leaving Ganga to continue her day.

Srinu: (whispering to himself, trying to suppress his disappointment) "Nothing… there’s nothing here…"

The hours crept by with agonizing slowness. Ganga busied herself in the kitchen, preparing lunch while watching a sitcom on her phone, the cheerful sounds of laughter from the show contrasting sharply with the tension building inside Srinu. As he watched her chop vegetables and stir pots, Srinu’s stomach reminded him of the breakfast he had skipped, the gnawing hunger becoming impossible to ignore.

Just as he was contemplating whether to grab a quick bite, there was a knock on his office door. One of his teammates stood there, smiling, and invited him to join the group for lunch.

Teammate: (cheerful, welcoming) "Hey, Srinu! Come join us for lunch. It’s been a while since we’ve all eaten together."

Srinu hesitated, torn between his need to monitor the live feed and the undeniable hunger that had taken hold of him. His stomach growled loudly, betraying his need for food.

Srinu: (reluctant, yet conceding) "Alright, I’ll come. Just for a quick bite."

He joined his colleagues in the office canteen, where they greeted him warmly and asked about his health. The atmosphere was light and jovial, with his friends chatting and laughing about various topics—weekend plans, office gossip, and lighthearted banter. But Srinu’s mind was elsewhere. He forced himself to eat, but every bite felt like a distraction, every laugh like an intrusion into the all-consuming mission he had set for himself.

Colleague: (curious, concerned) "How are you feeling now, Srinu? You’ve been away for a while."

Srinu: (distracted, brushing off the concern) "I’m fine, just had some things to take care of. But I’ve got a lot of work to catch up on, so I better head back soon."

He excused himself as quickly as he could, citing the backlog of work from his absence as an excuse, and hurried back to his office. The sense of urgency had returned, gnawing at him as he closed the door behind him and locked it once more.

As he reached his laptop, Srinu’s breath caught in his throat. Ganga was at the door again, talking to someone. He leaned closer to the screen, his eyes narrowing as he tried to make out who it was. Relief and realization washed over him—it was the TV repair guy. The memory came flooding back: their television had been malfunctioning for the past few days, and Ganga had called the company to send someone to fix it.

Srinu: (sighing with a mixture of relief and impatience) "Of course… it’s just the repair guy."

For the next 40 to 60 minutes, Srinu watched as the repairman worked on the TV in the living room. Ganga, seemingly uninterested in the process, took her lunch into the bedroom, where she quietly ate while watching her favorite TV serials on her phone. The repairman worked diligently, occasionally calling Ganga over to ask a question or to show her something about the TV’s condition. Srinu’s eyes followed every interaction, but nothing struck him as out of the ordinary.

Finally, the repairman finished his work. He packed up his tools, said goodbye to Ganga, and left the house. Ganga closed the door behind him, then returned to the living room. She turned on the newly repaired TV and settled on the couch, scrolling through Netflix to find something to watch. The rest of the afternoon passed in a monotonous blur as Ganga immersed herself in movies, the day slipping away with nothing unusual to show for it.

Srinu: (whispering to himself, feeling both drained and restless) "Is this all there is? Just an ordinary day…"


As the workday drew to a close, the office slowly emptied as one by one, Srinu's colleagues packed up and headed home. The hum of conversation and the bustle of activity gradually faded, leaving only the soft click of keyboards and the occasional rustle of paper. Srinu remained at his desk, his eyes fixed on the live feed from the CCTV cameras. He was hoping—almost willing—that something, anything, would happen in those last few moments. But as the minutes ticked by, the footage continued to show nothing but the ordinary, mundane routine of his home.

Ganga, on the screen, moved about the house with her usual grace, oblivious to the eyes that watched her. Srinu sighed deeply, the weight of the day settling on his shoulders. There was no revelation, no hidden truth uncovered. Just the same, repetitive scenes of daily life.

Srinu: (muttering to himself, weary and disappointed) "Nothing… just another day…"

Resigned, Srinu finally closed his laptop and began packing his things. He was the last to leave the office, the once bustling workspace now silent and still. As he locked up and headed to the parking lot, the cool evening air greeted him, offering a small respite from the tension that had built up over the week.

The ride home on his bike was quiet, the streets dimly lit and mostly empty. The gentle hum of the engine provided a monotonous backdrop to his swirling thoughts. Despite the frustration and doubt gnawing at him, there was also a growing sense of guilt that he couldn’t shake. The images of Ganga’s day played over and over in his mind, and with each repetition, the warmth and kindness she had always shown him seemed more vivid, more real.

When Srinu finally arrived home, Ganga greeted him at the door with a warm hug, her smile bright and welcoming. There was no hint of suspicion in her eyes, only the simple joy of seeing her husband after a long day.

Ganga: (cheerful, her voice filled with warmth) "Welcome home, Srinu! I’ve already turned on the geyser for you so you can take a hot shower. I’ve also prepared some snacks and coffee. You must be tired."

She handed him a towel, her thoughtful gesture another reminder of the kindness she always showed him. Srinu took it, feeling a lump in his throat as the guilt resurfaced, stronger than before. How could he have ever doubted her? As he entered the bathroom, the soft light reflecting off the tiles, he couldn’t help but think about how wonderful Ganga was—how lucky he was to have her.

Srinu: (looking into the bathroom mirror, his expression filled with shame) "What am I doing? She’s such a good wife… I should have never listened to Yang."

But just as the thought crossed his mind, he heard a loud, insistent voice echoing in his head—it was Yang.

Yang: (with a sharp, almost scolding tone) "Are you mad? It’s just one day. Give it some time. She will show her true self to you. You will find out the truth."

Srinu’s frustration bubbled to the surface, his fists clenching as he leaned against the sink.

Srinu: (with a mix of frustration and reluctant acceptance) "Hopefully, we will find out the truth… but I don’t want to lose my sanity in the process."

After taking a hot shower, the steam clearing his mind and relaxing his tense muscles, Srinu felt somewhat refreshed. The doubts and frustrations were still there, but for the moment, they were pushed to the back of his mind. He joined Ganga in the living room, where she had already set out the snacks and coffee. They sat together on the couch, watching TV shows, the warmth of the coffee in his hands a small comfort.

Ganga: (smiling, her voice light as she sipped her coffee) "It’s nice to relax like this after a long day, isn’t it?"

Srinu: (nodding, forcing a small smile) "Yeah… it is."

For the first time that day, Srinu felt a semblance of normalcy. They laughed together at the shows, shared comments on the characters, and for a few hours, it felt like any other evening before the doubts had taken root. Dinner followed in the same manner, a quiet meal shared between them, the familiarity of it soothing Srinu’s troubled mind.

Later, as Srinu entered the bedroom, Ganga was already following her nightly routine: brushing her teeth, applying moisturizer to her skin. He watched her for a moment, his eyes tracing the smooth lines of her face, the way her skin seemed to glow even under the soft lights. She was beautiful, radiant in a way that always took his breath away.

Ganga: (with a soft smile, leaning in to give him a goodnight kiss) "Goodnight, Srinu. Sweet dreams."

Srinu: (returning the kiss, his voice filled with a quiet sincerity) "Goodnight."

She turned off the lights and settled into her side of the bed, while Srinu followed suit a few moments later. The darkness of the room enveloped them, and for the first time that day, Srinu allowed himself to relax, his body sinking into the mattress as sleep began to pull at him.

This routine continued for the rest of the week. Each morning, Srinu woke up early, got ready for work, and reached his office as soon as possible. He spent hours glued to his computer screen, watching the live feed from the CCTV cameras, hoping for some clue, some sign that would lead him to the truth. But each day was the same as the one before: Ganga performing her daily duties as a homemaker—cooking, washing, cleaning the house, watching TV, and taking naps.

Srinu: (whispering to himself, growing more frustrated each day) "It’s just the same… day after day… nothing’s changed…"

He noticed that everyone—the milkman, the water boy, and other service providers—arrived on time, and nothing out of the ordinary occurred. The days passed in a repetitive pattern, the routine grinding away at Srinu’s patience and sanity.

Finally, Friday arrived, the last day of the work week. The office buzzed with excitement as everyone anticipated the upcoming weekend. Some of Srinu’s colleagues talked about attending parties, while others planned to go to the movies. But Srinu seemed lost in his own world, isolated in his office room, his eyes once again fixed on the screen.

The day was no different from the ones before. Ganga went about her usual routine, the footage showing nothing out of place, nothing that would suggest any hidden secrets. Srinu’s frustration grew with each passing hour, the tension building until he could hardly bear it.

As the day came to an end, Srinu finally closed his laptop with a sense of defeat. He had hoped—desperately—that something would be revealed, that he would finally find the truth that had eluded him all week. But there was nothing. Just the same, mundane routine.

Srinu: (sighing deeply, his voice filled with frustration and exhaustion) "I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this…"

He packed his things and left the office, the weight of the week pressing down on him as he rode his bike home.


After Srinu and Ganga returned home, they fell into their usual evening routine. The familiar rhythm of their evening together—the light chatter over dinner, the shared moments of watching TV—was comforting, but Srinu's mind was elsewhere. He was distracted, his thoughts weighed down by the surveillance he had been conducting all week. As the time approached for them to head to bed, Srinu excused himself, telling Ganga that he had some emails to send for work.

Srinu: (with a forced smile, trying to mask his tension) "I’ve got a few emails to send. You go ahead; I’ll join you in bed soon."

Ganga nodded, unaware of the turmoil brewing inside him, and made her way to the bedroom. Srinu watched her leave, his heart heavy with guilt. Once she was out of sight, he walked briskly to his office and locked the door behind him. The room felt colder, more isolated than usual as he sat down at his desk and opened his laptop.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment before he accessed the CCTV footage. He fast-forwarded through the footage from the past week, his eyes scanning the screen intently, searching for any sign, any clue that he had missed. But the scenes that played out before him were the same: Ganga going about her daily life with quiet efficiency, interacting with delivery men and service providers, cooking meals, and watching TV.

There was nothing—nothing that pointed to any betrayal, nothing to justify the doubts that had driven him to this point. The frustration that had been simmering all week boiled over, and Srinu slammed his hand down on the desk, the sound echoing through the small room. He cursed under his breath, anger and self-loathing mingling as he demanded answers from the voice that had led him down this path.

Srinu: (his voice trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief, shouting at the empty room) "Yang! Where are you? Come out and talk to me!"

For a moment, there was only silence, the room filled with the low hum of his laptop. Then, Yang’s voice echoed in his mind, but it was not the commanding, assured tone that Srinu had grown used to. This time, Yang sounded almost uncertain, as if he, too, couldn’t believe what had happened.

Yang: (hesitant, struggling to maintain his usual confidence) "This… this can’t be right. There has to be something we’re missing. There should be something here…"

Srinu: (his voice rising with anger, his frustration spilling over) "Why is there nothing in this footage? I’ve been watching like a hawk for a week! You made me do this—you made me insult my wife and doubt her loyalty! Explain yourself!"

Yang tried to offer an explanation, but there was an edge of desperation in his voice, a sense that he was grasping at straws.

Yang: (defensive, trying to regain control) "This can’t be happening… We’re missing something. There’s got to be more to it—there has to be."

But Srinu had heard enough. The anger that had fueled his actions began to dissolve, replaced by a deep, overwhelming sense of guilt and regret.

Srinu: (his voice breaking with emotion, tears welling up in his eyes) "I should have never listened to you. You’re a disease, Yang. Because of you, I insulted my wife by spying on her… and I insulted Yin and his wisdom."

As the weight of his actions settled on him, Srinu fell to his knees, the tears finally spilling over as he wept. But these weren’t tears of despair—they were tears of relief. Relief that Ganga had not betrayed him, that she was loyal, kind, and everything he had always believed her to be.

Srinu: (pleading, his voice trembling with sincerity as he called out to Yin) "Yin… please, I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you. Please come back—I need your guidance."

In the stillness of the room, Srinu heard a familiar, calm voice. It was Yin, his tone filled with the gentle reassurance that Srinu had been longing for.

Yin: (softly, comforting like an old friend) "I’m always here, my friend."

Srinu: (relieved, tears still streaming down his face as he whispered) "Thank you, Yin… thank you for coming back."

Yang, realizing that he was losing his influence over Srinu, tried one last time to assert himself, but his voice was tinged with frustration and desperation.

Yang: (shouting, his voice growing fainter as he spoke) "You’re making a mistake by banishing me! One day, you’ll see that I was right!"

But Srinu ignored Yang’s words, his resolve firm as he focused on Yin’s calming presence. As Yang’s voice faded into nothingness, Srinu felt a sense of peace beginning to settle over him.

Srinu: (grateful, speaking to Yin with deep appreciation) "Thank you, Yin, for coming back. I was so ashamed… ashamed of what I did—spying on my wife, insulting her dignity."

Yin’s response was filled with understanding, his voice gentle and wise.

Yin: (reassuring, offering comfort) "You acted out of doubt, Srinu, but those doubts weren’t yours. They were planted by Yang. What matters now is that you recognize the truth and can move forward."

Srinu nodded, the weight of his guilt beginning to lift as he listened to Yin’s words.

Srinu: (seeking guidance, his voice filled with sincerity) "What should I do now, Yin?"

Yin chuckled softly, the sound like a warm breeze that eased the tension in Srinu’s heart.

Yin: (lighthearted, yet wise) "You don’t need to do anything, Srinu. You already have a perfect wife and a good life. Just be a good husband to your wife, and be happy."

At that moment, Srinu made a vow to himself. He would be a better husband—he would never insult Ganga’s dignity again, never doubt her or spy on her as he had done. The shame of what he had done still lingered, but there was also a sense of resolve, a determination to make things right.

Without hesitation, Srinu set to work removing all the spy cameras he had hidden around the house. He carefully packed them away, ensuring that no one would ever find them again. As he gathered the last of the equipment, a sense of relief washed over him—relief that the cameras were gone, that the invasion of Ganga’s privacy had ended, and that he could finally begin to restore the trust he had so recklessly shattered.

Feeling lighter than he had in days, Srinu made his way to the bedroom. Ganga was already asleep, her breathing soft and steady. He slipped into bed beside her, gently taking her hand in his and gazing at her peaceful face. In that quiet moment, he contemplated everything that had happened, the turmoil he had caused, and the love he had nearly lost.

Srinu: (whispering to her sleeping form, his voice filled with a quiet promise) "From tomorrow, it’s a new start for us. I’ll be the husband you deserve, and I’ll never doubt you again."

As he lay there, holding her hand, Srinu felt a huge burden lift off his shoulders. For the first time in what felt like forever, he was at peace. The tension that had gripped him for so long was gone, replaced by a deep sense of calm and certainty. And as he closed his eyes, ready to embrace sleep.


The next morning, it was Saturday. Srinu woke up feeling more refreshed and energetic than he had in a long time. The burden that had weighed heavily on him for weeks seemed to have lifted overnight, leaving him with a renewed sense of purpose and clarity. He smiled to himself as he stretched and looked around the bedroom, but quickly noticed that Ganga wasn’t there.

Curious, he got out of bed and began searching for her throughout the house. It didn’t take long for him to find her in the Pooja room, the soft light of the early morning filtering through the windows as she knelt before the small altar, offering prayers to God. Srinu stood quietly in the doorway, not wanting to interrupt her moment of devotion. He watched her with a tender smile, feeling a deep sense of love and gratitude for the woman who had stood by him through everything.

When Ganga finished her prayers and stepped out of the room, Srinu greeted her with a cheerful, "Good morning!"

Srinu: (smiling brightly, his voice warm) "Good morning! What’s up?"

Ganga returned his smile, clearly pleased to see him in such high spirits after so long.

Ganga: (happily, her eyes sparkling) "I just had a call with my mother. She invited me to a family ceremony."

Srinu’s face lit up at the news, eager to join her.

Srinu: (excitedly, his enthusiasm genuine) "Great! Give me some time to get ready, and we’ll go to your family ceremony together."

Ganga’s heart swelled with happiness at seeing Srinu so cheerful and full of energy. It had been a while since she had seen him this way, and it warmed her heart.

Ganga: (giggling, hugging him tightly) "Sorry, love, but it’s only for women."

Srinu understood immediately, but rather than letting it dampen his mood, he chose to keep the positive energy flowing. He was determined to make the day special for both of them, even if they were apart for a few hours.

Srinu: (with a playful smile, still full of enthusiasm) "No worries! You go ahead and have a great time with your family. I’ll stay here and prepare a delicious lunch for us. We can enjoy it together when you come back."

Ganga laughed softly, touched by his sweetness.

Ganga: (teasingly, with a twinkle in her eye) "Just don’t burn the house down while I’m gone!"

She kissed him goodbye, a light, affectionate peck on the lips, before heading out the door. Srinu watched her go, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. After locking the door behind her, he turned his attention to the kitchen, eager to surprise her with a homemade meal.

Determined to make something special, Srinu pulled up a cooking tutorial on his phone and set about preparing lunch. The kitchen filled with the aroma of spices and sizzling ingredients as he followed the steps in the video, carefully chopping, stirring, and tasting as he went along. He was so engrossed in his task that when his phone rang, it startled him.

He quickly wiped his hands on a towel and glanced at the caller ID. To his surprise, it was the security officer inspector—the one who had been handling the case after Javed and Chacha had attacked them at the theater. Srinu’s heart skipped a beat as he answered the call, wondering what news the inspector had to share.

Srinu: (politely, his curiosity piqued) "Hello, Inspector. How are you?"

Inspector: (in a friendly tone, exchanging pleasantries) "Hello, Mr. Srinu. I’m doing well, thank you. I’m calling because there’s been a new development in your case."

Srinu’s pulse quickened at the mention of a "new development."

Srinu: (a bit anxious, his voice steady but curious) "A new development? What’s happened?"

The inspector’s voice took on a more serious tone as he began to explain.

Inspector: (clearly, with a tone of finality) "Yes, Mr. Srinu. The main accused in your case, Javed and Chacha, are dead."

Srinu’s breath caught in his throat. He felt a rush of emotions—shock, disbelief, and an odd sense of relief all at once. He needed to know more.

Srinu: (almost whispering, struggling to process the news) "Dead? How? What happened?"

The inspector continued, explaining the details of what had transpired.

Inspector: (calmly, recounting the facts) "A few days ago, we received information that Javed and Chacha had gone underground after attacking you at the theater. We tracked them to their hometown, hoping to apprehend them, but their family informed us that both men had been killed in a gang fight a couple of days ago. The family members told us that they had already been buried."

Srinu listened in stunned silence as the inspector continued.

Inspector: (with a tone of closure) "Given this information, we will be closing the case. With the main accused dead, there’s nothing more for us to pursue. I wanted to inform you personally and also to congratulate you. It seems that fate has punished them and given justice to your family."

As the call ended, Srinu lowered the phone slowly, his mind reeling from the unexpected news. He felt an overwhelming sense of relief wash over him, coupled with the realization that the nightmare was finally over. Javed and Chacha were gone, and with them, the lingering fear and trauma that had haunted him since the attack.

Srinu: (whispering to himself, a smile spreading across his face) "Yes, finally… justice has been served."

He stood there for a moment, the events of the past few minutes sinking in. Two pieces of good news in one day—it felt almost surreal. He thought about Ganga, her bright smile and infectious cheerfulness, and he couldn’t help but feel that everything was falling into place. The darkness that had clouded their lives was lifting, replaced by the promise of a fresh start.

Srinu: (thinking to himself, a sense of peace settling over him) "After all, there is a happy ending to my story."

[kk007007]

Omg don't knw when this gonna end u kept on dragging but at the same time intersting also . Don't make him as a cuckold. Then this won't be a unique..

Really guys.. is the story feels like dragging for too long? How many of you feel this way. 

I really dont want to waste your time and mine 

And € More importantly i'm writing an other story. Let me know, i will end this story and work on new one.

Cheers.

[kk007007]

In the end....

Srinu considers Ganga as good wife.

Ganga said I'm pregnant, Srinu was dumbfounded.  banghead:

He pretends he is happy for the news, still he is not sure, it was him or Chacha and Javed. 

When srinu opens mobile and saw CCTV. she is watching camera and laughs. 

He watched another camera, she was there too, He opened another and another, she was at all cameras 

he finally realized something very very important. 

He went crazy......

enti ra babu nikku emina pregnancy fetish vunda ? eppudu pregent antav

[kk007007]

This is not happy ending. It’s worst ending.
Please don’t end it this way and of course not now.
There are many questions still unanswered, please continue this in your own way as you thought.

Please don't end it this way KK.. this is too abrupt.. I agree it's a happy ending for the protagonists but leaves too many questions unanswered.... just wishing you would consider continuing this. Thank you for your efforts so far!

Hi KK,

Is the story really over? Is “Happy Ending” the last episode? Can you at least have Ganga convey in her own words what occurred after Javed and Chacha kidnapped Ganga and took her to the 2nd floor of the under construction building while Srinu was unconscious?

This is the genesis of the story, but has not been addressed at all, I.e why and how did Javed and chacha let her go after dragging her to the 2nd floor? Appreciate if you can at least cover this in case you decide to end the story.

BTW, I don’t want you to end the story BEFORE it reaches its logical end with a conclusion! Thanks.

Intrepid

This is incomplete in many ways
Don't end the story there are many questions unanswered..what happened in the theatre? What happened in the construction building? These are the two main questions that has gone unanswered..

Dont worry guys. Its just fate saying to srinu "gotcha" moment in his life.

I thought you guys will understand. 

Story still pending 

Cheers

[kk007007]

The Phone

Srinu was in an incredibly good mood after receiving not one but two pieces of good news that morning. The relief of knowing that Ganga was loyal and kind, coupled with the news that Javed and Chacha were no longer a threat, filled him with a sense of peace and happiness he hadn’t felt in a long time. As he returned to the kitchen, he found himself humming and even singing some of his favorite tunes while continuing to prepare lunch. The kitchen, once filled with tension and doubt, was now filled with the warm, comforting aromas of the meal he was preparing.

He had just put the curry to simmer when the doorbell rang, interrupting his flow. He quickly wiped his hands on a towel and headed for the door, curious as to who it could be. When he opened the door, he found the milkman standing there, holding the day’s delivery.

Srinu: (smiling, but with a hint of curiosity) "You’re a bit late today, aren’t you? Is everything alright?"

The milkman, an older man with a kind face, immediately apologized, explaining the reason for his tardiness.

Milkman: (sheepishly, with a warm smile) "I’m sorry about that, sir. I was at the temple with my wife this morning, so I’m running a bit behind schedule. Please forgive the delay."

Srinu, still in high spirits from the morning’s events, wasn’t bothered by the delay at all.

Srinu: (understandingly, with a nod) "No problem at all. Give me a moment; I’ll get a bowl for the milk."

He walked back into the kitchen and grabbed a clean bowl from the cabinet. Returning to the doorway, he handed the bowl to the milkman, who carefully poured the fresh milk into it. As Srinu turned to head back to the kitchen, the milkman, still standing at the door, spoke up again.

Milkman: (curious, his tone casual) "Is your wife at home, sir? I didn’t see her today."

Srinu, already walking back to the kitchen, responded over his shoulder.

Srinu: (casually, as he placed the milk on the stove) "No, she’s not. She’s at her in-laws' house for a function today."

The milkman nodded, seeming satisfied with the answer, but before leaving, he remembered to ask for the payment.

Milkman: (politely, as he turned to leave) "That’ll be ₹80 for the milk, sir."

Without a second thought, Srinu pulled out his wallet, thumbed through the notes, and handed the milkman the money.

Srinu: (cheerfully, as he handed over the cash) "Here you go. Keep the change."

The milkman smiled gratefully, thanked Srinu, and left. Srinu closed the door behind him, feeling content as he returned to the kitchen to continue cooking. The house was filled with the comforting scents of the meal, and the bubbling curry on the stove added to the atmosphere of warmth and homeliness.

A few more hours passed as Srinu continued to cook and clean up the kitchen. The day was peaceful, and Srinu felt at ease, his earlier worries now a distant memory. As he was putting the finishing touches on the meal, the doorbell rang again. Srinu wiped his hands once more and headed to the door, wondering who it could be this time.

Opening the door, he found the water boy standing there with the delivery of water bottles. The young man, carrying the heavy bottles with practiced ease, greeted Srinu with a nod before stepping inside to place the bottles in their usual spot in the kitchen.

Water Boy: (politely, after setting down the bottles) "All set, sir. That’ll be ₹50 for the delivery."

Srinu, still in the good mood that had carried him through the day, reached into his wallet without hesitation and handed the water boy the money.

Srinu: (smiling, handing over the cash) "Here you go. Thanks for the delivery."

The water boy accepted the payment with a grateful smile, thanked Srinu, and left the house. Srinu closed the door behind him and returned to the kitchen, where the meal he had prepared was now ready. The kitchen was spotless, the dishes cleaned and put away, and the aroma of the food filled the house with a sense of comfort and satisfaction.

Srinu was in high spirits as he meticulously arranged all the dishes he had prepared for Ganga on the dining table. The table was set beautifully, with a variety of dishes that he had spent the entire day cooking. The aroma of the food filled the room, a mix of spices and flavors that were a testament to his effort to make the day special for her. He was proud of his work, and now all that was left was for Ganga to return so they could enjoy the meal together.

With everything ready, Srinu decided to relax a bit while waiting for Ganga. He turned on the TV, flipping through channels aimlessly until he found something to watch. The day had been perfect so far, and he was content as he settled into the couch, the soft hum of the TV in the background. He was so engrossed in the show that he almost didn’t hear the doorbell ring again.

Curious, Srinu got up and made his way to the door. When he opened it, he found the TV repairman standing there, the same man who had come earlier in the week to fix the television. The repairman greeted Srinu with a nod and explained that he was there to make sure the TV connection was functioning properly.

Srinu: (polite, though slightly puzzled) "Everything’s been working fine, but come in and check if you need to."

The TV guy walked in, carrying his tools, and did a quick check of the TV connection. After a few minutes, he straightened up and turned to Srinu.

TV Guy: (confidently, with a slight smirk) "Everything’s working perfectly, sir."

Srinu nodded, satisfied that everything was in order. But just as the TV guy was about to leave, he turned back to Srinu with a grin that seemed a bit too self-assured.

TV Guy: (casually, yet expectantly) "That’ll be ₹200, sir."

Srinu’s brow furrowed slightly as he remembered that Ganga had already dealt with the payment the last time the TV repairman was here. His mood shifted, a seed of doubt beginning to take root.

Srinu: (with a hint of suspicion, his voice firm) "I thought my wife paid you last time when you came to repair the TV."

The TV guy’s response was unexpected. He flashed an arrogant smile, one that didn’t sit well with Srinu.

TV Guy: (smugly, as if sharing an inside joke) "Madam se kon paisa leta hai saab." *(Who takes money from madam, sir?)

Srinu stood there, momentarily baffled by the reply. The TV guy’s words didn’t immediately make sense to him. There was something off about the way he had said it, something that didn’t sit right. But before he could ask more questions, Srinu found himself mechanically reaching for his wallet. With a hesitant hand, he pulled out ₹200 and handed it over to the TV guy, who accepted it with the same smug smile and then left without another word.

As Srinu closed the door behind the TV repairman, he walked back to the couch, but his mind was no longer at ease. The TV guy’s words replayed in his head over and over again. There was something unsettling about that exchange, something that gnawed at him the more he thought about it. He sat on the couch, trying to piece it together, but the meaning of the words eluded him.

And then, like a sudden bolt of lightning, it hit him.

Srinu: (whispering to himself, eyes widening in realization) "Madam se kon paisa leta hai…"

The implications of those words crashed over him like a wave, his heart pounding in his chest. His hand, still holding the remote, suddenly went limp, and the remote fell to the floor with a dull thud. Panic surged through him as he leapt from the couch and dashed towards his office room. He flung the door open, almost ripping it off its hinges, and hurried to his computer.

With trembling hands, Srinu turned on the computer and pulled up the CCTV footage from the past week. His mind raced, dread tightening its grip on his heart as he began to scan through the footage, his eyes darting across the screen, searching for anything—any clue, any sign—that would confirm or deny his suspicions.

He watched the footage over and over again, replaying the scenes multiple times. The minutes felt like hours as he scrutinized every detail, every interaction. His breathing grew shallow, his palms sweaty as his worst fears began to take shape.

And then, there it was. 

Srinu: (whispering to himself, voice breaking, tears welling in his eyes) "No… this can’t be…"

He fell back into his chair, his body drenched in sweat, as the reality of the situation hit him full force.

Srinu: (choking on his words, barely able to speak as the truth sank in) "Why… why did this happen…?"


After finishing their lunch, Srinu and Ganga moved to the living room, where they settled onto the couch together. It had been a long week, and for the first time in days, Srinu allowed himself to relax—at least on the surface. Ganga, always affectionate, snuggled up next to him, resting her head on his shoulder while stretching her legs across his lap. Srinu wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her close, as they both turned their attention to the TV.

The warmth of her body against his, the comfort of their closeness—it was everything Srinu had longed for in those moments of doubt and confusion. Ganga seemed content, sighing softly as she nestled into him, her eyes fixed on the TV screen. But as they sat there together, Srinu’s mind was anything but at ease. The questions that had been nagging at him all afternoon were still there, simmering beneath the surface.

As the show on TV played on, Srinu couldn’t help but replay the encounter with the TV repairman in his mind. The man’s smug smile, his cryptic words—they gnawed at Srinu, refusing to let go. Finally, he could bear it no longer. He needed answers, even if he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear them.

Srinu: (hesitantly, his voice soft as he tried to sound casual) "Ganga, do you remember the TV guy who repaired our TV last week?"

Ganga, still resting comfortably against him, nodded without taking her eyes off the screen.

Ganga: (lightly, with a hint of curiosity) "Yes, Srinu, I remember him. Why do you ask?"

Srinu tightened his arm around her slightly, feeling the tension building within him.

Srinu: (carefully, trying to keep his tone light) "He came by today to check on the TV again. He said everything was working fine."

Ganga lifted her head from his shoulder and looked at him with a smile, pleased to hear the news.

Ganga: (smiling warmly) "That’s great! Now I can watch all my shows without any interruptions."

Srinu managed a smile in return, but the doubts were still there, gnawing at him. He decided to dig a little deeper, hoping to find some clarity.

Srinu: (casually, but with an underlying tension) "Isn’t it company policy to pay the repair guy on the same day the repair is done? Did you pay him that day?"

Ganga’s smile faltered slightly as she thought back, trying to remember.

Ganga: (pausing for a moment, then replying thoughtfully) "Yeah… I think I paid him that same day."

Srinu watched her closely, noting the slight hesitation in her response. He pressed on, his tone growing more serious.

Srinu: (gently but insistently) "Then why did he ask for the money again today?"

Ganga’s expression shifted slightly as she tried to piece together what had happened.

Ganga: (slightly puzzled, then answering with a casual tone) "Oh… sorry, Srinu. I didn’t have any money on me that day, so I told him we’d pay him later."

Srinu’s heart sank as he heard her explanation. Something still didn’t feel right.

Srinu: (lowering his voice, almost in a whisper, watching her closely) "But you just said you paid him…"

Ganga seemed to shrug off the inconsistency, her attention already drifting back to the TV.

Ganga: (lightly, almost dismissively) "I thought I did, but it’s been a week, so I must have forgotten. No big deal."

She turned back to the TV, her expression relaxed and unconcerned. But Srinu couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. He held her close, but his mind was racing with questions that wouldn’t go away. The warmth of their snuggle did little to calm the storm inside him.

Srinu’s thoughts spiraled. He wanted to believe her, to trust in the love and trust they had shared for so long. But the seeds of doubt had been planted, and they were beginning to take root again.


As the evening settled in, the warm hues of the setting sun filtered through the windows of their home. Ganga, as part of her usual routine, was busy tidying up the house. The familiar sounds of her moving about, sweeping and arranging things, filled the air with a sense of normalcy. Srinu, however, was far from feeling normal. He had been struggling with the lingering doubts that had plagued him all day, and despite his best efforts to push them aside, they gnawed at him relentlessly.

Srinu excused himself, telling Ganga that he needed to go out and get some groceries. She nodded, absorbed in her cleaning, and waved him off without much thought. But instead of heading directly to the supermarket, Srinu found himself walking aimlessly, his feet carrying him to a nearby park. The park was quiet, the usual chatter of people and children’s laughter absent as evening descended into night. Srinu found an empty bench and sat down heavily, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts.

As he sat there, the cool breeze brushing against his face, Srinu tried to rationalize the events of the day. He tried to convince himself that it was no big deal that the milkman, the water boy, and the TV repairman hadn’t taken money from Ganga. Perhaps it was just a coincidence, or maybe Ganga had genuinely forgotten to pay the TV repair guy. He told himself that Ganga wouldn’t lie to him about such trivial matters—after all, their relationship had always been built on trust. And that TV guy’s comment? It must have been a joke, a poor attempt at humor that he had misunderstood.

Srinu: (thinking to himself, trying to find peace) "It’s nothing. It’s all just small stuff… there’s no reason to doubt her. She wouldn’t lie to me."

But no matter how much he tried to soothe his worries, the nagging feeling that something wasn’t right refused to leave him. It lingered, like a shadow in the back of his mind, refusing to be ignored.

After spending what felt like an eternity in the park, Srinu finally forced himself to stand up. He took a deep breath, trying to shake off the unease, and headed to the nearest supermarket. There, he went through the motions of shopping, picking up a few essentials, but his heart wasn’t in it. His mind was elsewhere, still grappling with the doubts he couldn’t fully dismiss.

When he returned home, the day had already given way to night. Ganga greeted him with a smile, oblivious to the turmoil inside him, and they sat down for dinner together. The meal was quiet, their conversation minimal. Ganga didn’t seem to notice Srinu’s unease, but Srinu could feel it festering inside him, a constant reminder that something was amiss. He tried to push it down, to bury it beneath the mundane activities of the evening, but it was no use.

After dinner, they went to bed. Ganga drifted off to sleep quickly, her breathing slow and even, but Srinu lay awake, staring at the ceiling. Despite all his efforts to convince himself otherwise, he knew deep down that something wasn’t right. The doubts he had tried so hard to dismiss clung to him, refusing to let go.

Eventually, exhaustion overtook him, and Srinu drifted into a restless sleep. But his sleep was anything but peaceful. In his dreams, he found himself back at the theater where they had been attacked by Javed and Chacha. The memories flooded back with vivid clarity, every detail playing out in his mind as if it were happening all over again. He winced with pain as he relived the horror, thinking to himself, Not this again…

In the dream, he saw everything as it had happened—the blow from Javed’s rod that had knocked him out, the cold, hard ground of the construction building where they had been dragged. He watched as they took Ganga to the second floor, leaving him on the ground floor, helpless and in pain. He saw Ganga being pulled into a room, the door slamming shut behind her. He saw Javed and Chacha emerging from the room later, and then, as they tried to escape, running towards the back of the building.

But this time, there was something different. As Chacha ran, something fell from his lungi. It was a small, almost imperceptible detail, but it caught Srinu’s eye in the dream. He saw it clearly—a small object falling from Chacha’s lungi as he fled into the darkness.

Srinu woke up with a start, his heart pounding in his chest. He sat up in bed, drenched in sweat, his mind racing. He glanced at the clock on the bedside table—it was 3:00 AM. The house was silent, Ganga still asleep beside him, but Srinu was wide awake, the details of the dream replaying in his mind.

Srinu: (whispering to himself, his voice shaky) "What was that? What fell from Chacha’s lungi?"

The dream had felt so real, so vivid, and Srinu couldn’t shake the feeling that it was more than just a nightmare. He needed to know what that object was. Without making a sound, he slipped out of bed and quietly made his way downstairs to his office room. Once inside, he closed the door softly and turned on his computer.

As the computer booted up, Srinu’s mind raced. How did I miss this before? he wondered. Was my mind playing tricks on me, or was there really something there?

He pulled up the CCTV footage from the construction building, his hands trembling slightly as he navigated through the files. He fast-forwarded the footage to the part where Javed and Chacha were trying to escape through the back door of the building. His eyes were glued to the screen as he zoomed in, focusing on Chacha.

And there it was. As clear as day.

Srinu watched in shock as the footage showed a small object falling from Chacha’s lungi as he ran. It was only visible for a brief moment before it disappeared into the shadows, but Srinu had seen it. He zoomed in further, replaying the footage over and over, each time more convinced that he had uncovered something crucial.

Srinu: (muttering to himself, his voice filled with disbelief) "How did I miss this? How?"

He zoomed in even more, focusing on the object as it fell. And then he saw it—a brief flash of light as the object hit the ground. It was a phone. Srinu’s eyes widened in shock. How could he have missed such an important detail?

Srinu: (whispering urgently, his mind racing with possibilities) "A phone… that’s what fell. This could be it. This could be the answer… the clue I’ve been missing."

The realization hit him like a bolt of lightning. If he could find that phone, it might hold the answers he had been searching for. It could explain everything—the strange behavior, the lingering doubts, the inconsistencies he had noticed. He knew what he had to do.

Srinu: (determined, his voice filled with resolve) "Tomorrow is Sunday. First thing in the morning, I’m going to that place. I need to find that phone."

He shut down the computer, his heart still pounding with the adrenaline of his discovery. As he made his way back upstairs, he felt a mixture of fear and excitement. He had no idea what he might find, but he knew he had to try. This could be the breakthrough he needed, the piece of the puzzle that would finally make sense of everything.

[kk007007]

The scenes need to be crisper otherwise the excitement, the eroticism is lost ... often things are prolonged and repeated ... the kissing scene was a glaring example ... but the story plot is moving along nicely ... and the sex scenes are hot  ... both the imagined one and the real ... but before it ends, we need to find out whether after knocking out her husband they dragged her into the second floor room in the middle of the night to play ludo or snakes & ladders ... that is the burning question ...

KK bro.. thanks for the update.. but we need more!!! Dont leave us hanging like this...

Tom tell it to this guy .. he wanted a crisp update.

[kk007007]

Is that the phone Ganga reported lost? Why Srinu not checking his wife phone? Now a days, the first investigation in any crime starts only with the CCTV or phone. Srinu has to check the CCTV of his house again. Definitely he would have missed something out there. If Ganga has mated with something, there will be some marks in her body. This foolish husband failed to noticed that too?? It is always fun that one by one the secrets are opened up.

Please read first few chapters again. she lost her phone during the attack. 

Marks on her body could be from all struggle she has when trying fight the attackers.

i dont think srinu is dumb

[kk007007]

Dead Phone

Srinu awoke abruptly at 4 AM, It was Monday. His sleep had been fitful, haunted by fragmented dreams and the unsettling revelations of the previous night. He lay still for a moment, listening to the soft, rhythmic breathing of Ganga beside him, her peaceful slumber a stark contrast to his restless night.

Unable to remain in bed any longer, Srinu carefully slipped out from under the covers, making sure not to disturb Ganga. The wooden floor felt cool beneath his bare feet as he moved silently across the room, his mind already focused on the task ahead. The house was cloaked in early morning silence, amplifying the soft creaks and whispers of his movements.

He headed straight to his office room, a small, cluttered space that had become the epicenter of his recent investigations. Flicking on the desk lamp, he was greeted by the familiar sight of papers strewn about, his laptop still open from the night before, and a lingering sense of urgency hanging in the air.

Srinu began gathering the items he would need for his early morning expedition to the abandoned construction site. He retrieved a sturdy flashlight from a drawer, testing its beam to ensure it cut sharply through the darkness. Next, he grabbed a small backpack and started filling it with essentials: a pair of gloves, a dust mask, his smartphone fully charged, and a multipurpose tool kit. He wanted to be prepared for any scenario, knowing well that the derelict site could pose unforeseen challenges.

As he packed, Srinu's eyes fell upon a plain cardboard box tucked away in the corner of the room. The box was labeled in bold letters: "DO NOT TOUCH." He hesitated for a moment, memories flooding back of the shame and guilt he had felt when he first decided to spy on Ganga. Inside were the sophisticated spy cameras he had purchased weeks ago, devices he had vowed never to use again after reconciling with his trust in her.

But now, with new doubts gnawing at his mind—the suspicious behavior of the milkman, water boy, and especially the cryptic actions surrounding the TV repairman—Srinu felt his convictions wavering. The discovery of the dropped cell phone in the CCTV footage had reignited his suspicions, casting shadows over the trust he had so painstakingly rebuilt.

He walked over to the box, his heart pounding slightly faster as he lifted the lid. The sleek, compact cameras lay neatly inside, their dark lenses reflecting the dim light of the room. Srinu contemplated for a moment, wrestling with his conscience. The moral dilemma was palpable: respect Ganga's privacy and the sanctity of their relationship, or pursue the truth that seemed to elude him at every turn.

After a brief internal struggle, determination hardened his features. He rationalized that this surveillance would be temporary, a necessary step to clear the lingering doubts and protect the integrity of their marriage. With renewed purpose, he carefully removed the cameras from the box, inspecting each one to ensure they were still functional.

Moving swiftly and silently through the house, Srinu began positioning the cameras in strategic locations. He placed one in the living room, concealed among the decorative items on the bookshelf, providing a wide-angle view of the main area. Another was hidden in the kitchen, tucked behind a jar on top of the cabinet, capturing anyone who entered or exited through the back door.


After setting up the cameras, Srinu quietly slipped out of the house, the early morning stillness enveloping him. He pushed his bike down the street, careful not to start the engine until he was far enough away so as not to disturb the peaceful silence of the neighborhood. When he felt it was safe, he kicked the engine into life and rode towards the abandoned construction site, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and anxiety.

He parked his bike a short distance from the site, ensuring it was hidden from view behind some overgrown bushes. The area was eerily quiet, with no workers or passersby in sight. The deserted surroundings only heightened the tension Srinu felt as he surveyed the site, trying to match the landscape with the images he had seen in the CCTV footage.

Using the footage as a mental map, Srinu carefully made his way to the spot where the phone had fallen from Chacha’s lungi. The morning light was still dim, so he pulled out his flashlight and switched it on, the beam cutting through the murky shadows that clung to the decrepit structure. The recent heavy rains had turned the ground into a muddy mess, and the wind had scattered debris and trash across the site, making his task even more challenging.

Srinu methodically combed through the area, his eyes scanning every inch of the ground. He used the flashlight to probe into corners and crevices, lifting broken pieces of wood and rusted metal in his search. Time seemed to stretch as he painstakingly sifted through the layers of dirt and debris, his frustration growing with each passing minute.

Despite his best efforts, the combination of mud, water, and trash made the search almost impossible. The rain had washed much of the ground, leaving behind puddles and a thick layer of sludge that obscured anything beneath it. Srinu’s hands were caked with mud as he continued to search, growing more disheartened with each passing moment.

After more than an hour of fruitless searching, Srinu was on the verge of giving up. He stood up, wiping the sweat from his brow, feeling a heavy sense of disappointment settle over him. Just as he was about to abandon the search, his foot accidentally kicked something small and hard in a puddle nearby. He quickly shone his flashlight over the area, his breath catching in his throat as he spotted a faint glint of metal.

Kneeling down, Srinu reached into the puddle and pulled out the object. His heart skipped a beat when he realized it was the phone he had been searching for. But his initial excitement was quickly dampened when he saw the condition it was in—the phone was soaked through, the screen cracked and unresponsive. The casing was covered in mud, and water dripped from its edges as he turned it over in his hands.

Desperate, Srinu tried to power it on, pressing the buttons with increasing urgency, but the phone remained stubbornly dead. It was clear that the water damage had rendered it useless. A wave of frustration and disappointment washed over him as he realized that his last hope for finding answers had been dashed.

Srinu: (whispering to himself, defeated) "Damn it…"

He stood there for a moment, staring down at the lifeless phone in his hand, feeling a deep sense of loss. All the effort, the sleepless nights, the doubts—it all seemed to have been for nothing. With a heavy heart, he slipped the phone into his backpack, deciding to take it home in case he could salvage anything from it later.

As he made his way back to his bike, the sun was beginning to rise, casting a dull gray light over the construction site. Srinu mounted his bike, started the engine, and rode home, the thrill of the chase now replaced by a sinking sense of futility. The morning air was cool against his face, but it did little to lift his spirits as he replayed the events in his mind.

When Srinu finally arrived home, the house was still quiet. Ganga was likely still asleep, unaware of the turmoil that had gripped him for the past few hours. 


Srinu walked into his room, the weight of the morning’s events pressing down on him. He sat heavily in his desk chair, the dead phone clutched in his hand, and placed it on the desk in front of him. The room was dimly lit, and the silence felt almost oppressive as he stared at the waterlogged device. His mind raced, trying to recall where he had read something about retrieving data from a dead phone. He needed a solution, a way to salvage whatever information might be stored on the device.

After a few moments of searching through his desk drawers, he found what he was looking for—an old electronics magazine he had read a couple of years ago. The pages were slightly worn, the edges frayed from use, but it was still legible. Flipping through the pages, he quickly found the article he remembered, which detailed the process of disassembling a damaged phone to access its internal components.

With a newfound sense of purpose, Srinu carefully cleaned the phone with tissue paper, wiping away the mud and water as best he could. He followed the instructions in the magazine step by step, meticulously disassembling the phone. The process was delicate; one wrong move could render the chipset useless. As he removed the battery and then the chipset, he couldn’t help but feel a mixture of anxiety and determination. This was his last hope of finding any useful data that might help him make sense of the situation.

Once the chipset was free, Srinu spent the next half hour drying it thoroughly. He used a soft cloth to absorb any remaining moisture, making sure to check every crevice for hidden water droplets. The minutes ticked by slowly as he worked, his hands moving with steady precision despite the tension building inside him.

When he was finally satisfied that the chipset was dry, Srinu connected it to an external power source. He paused for a moment, his hand hovering over the power switch, fully aware that this was the critical moment. If the chipset was too damaged, there would be no recovering anything from it. Taking a deep breath, he flicked the switch and watched as the power supply hummed to life.

Srinu connected the chipset to his laptop via a USB cable, his heart pounding in his chest. For a moment, nothing happened, and doubt began to creep in. But then, to his immense relief, a notification popped up on his screen. The operating system had recognized the external device as the chipset. A surge of hope rushed through him as he realized that all was not lost.

Srinu: (whispering to himself, a small smile forming on his lips) "It’s working… it’s actually working."

Delighted by this unexpected success, Srinu continued reading the rest of the magazine article. It recommended several software options for retrieving digital data from the chipset. Without wasting any time, he searched online for the suggested software and quickly downloaded the most promising one. His hands trembled slightly as he installed the program, eager to begin the data recovery process.

Once the software was ready, Srinu initiated the retrieval process. He watched as lines of code scrolled across the screen, the program working to extract the data from the damaged chipset. But his excitement was short-lived. As he read through the software’s progress log, he realized with a sinking feeling that the algorithm being used for data retrieval was a brute-force method—a process that could take days to complete.

The estimated time displayed on the screen confirmed his fears: three to four days. Srinu leaned back in his chair, frustration bubbling up inside him. He had hoped for a quick solution, something that would give him the answers he desperately needed right away. But now, he was faced with a long, agonizing wait.

Srinu: (muttering to himself, his earlier excitement fading) "Three to four days… I don’t have that kind of time."

He rubbed his eyes, exhaustion starting to set in. The events of the past few days had taken their toll, and now the prospect of waiting for the data to be retrieved felt like yet another hurdle in an already exhausting journey. But Srinu knew he had no other choice. He had to be patient, even if it meant enduring the uncertainty for a few more days.


However, he knew he couldn’t just sit and do nothing during that time. His last hope, at least for now, lay in the spy cameras he had placed in and around the house a few hours ago. If there was anything suspicious to uncover, those cameras would capture it. He clung to the hope that today, he might find something significant on the CCTV cameras.

It was Monday, the start of a new workweek, and Srinu needed to keep up appearances. After a few moments of contemplation, he walked out of his office room to get ready for the day. The house was beginning to wake up, the early morning light filtering through the windows, casting a warm glow across the rooms.

The rest of the morning proceeded as usual. Ganga moved about the house, preparing breakfast and packing Srinu’s lunch, her routine as seamless as ever. Srinu joined her at the table, eating his breakfast with a sense of unease lingering in the back of his mind. He tried to engage in light conversation, but his thoughts kept drifting back to the cameras and the possibility of discovering something that would explain the strange behavior he had observed.

After finishing his meal, Srinu took the lunchbox from Ganga and waved her goodbye, trying to mask his apprehension with a forced smile. Ganga, as usual, responded with a warm smile, seemingly unaware of the turmoil swirling inside him.

Ganga: (cheerfully, as she handed him the lunchbox) "Have a great day at work, Srinu. See you in the evening!"

Srinu: (forcing a smile, trying to sound normal) "You too, Ganga. Take care."

Srinu drove to his office as quickly as possible, his mind racing with thoughts of what he might find on the surveillance footage. Once he arrived, he wasted no time in heading to his private office room. After closing the door behind him, he immediately sat down in front of his monitor, eager to begin his day of parallel observation and work. He connected to the live feed from the spy cameras, his heart pounding with anticipation.

For the first part of the morning, everything appeared to be normal. Ganga went about her usual routine—tidying up the house, preparing meals, and doing other chores. Srinu watched closely, hoping to catch something out of the ordinary. He tried to focus on his work, but his eyes kept drifting back to the monitor, scanning the footage for any signs of unusual activity.

Then, something caught his attention. The milkman arrived, just as he did every morning, but this time was different. Srinu noticed that the conversation between the milkman and Ganga lasted longer than usual. They stood at the doorway, exchanging words for several minutes, and Srinu could sense a shift in Ganga’s demeanor. She seemed more animated, more engaged in the conversation than he had seen before. Her usual polite smile was now replaced with something warmer, more familiar.

Srinu: (whispering to himself, narrowing his eyes at the screen) "What’s going on here…?"

His unease grew as he watched the interaction. There was something about the way they were speaking to each other that didn’t sit right with him. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but the body language was enough to make him suspicious.

A short while later, the water boy arrived to deliver the water bottles. Again, the interaction was different from what Srinu had observed in previous days. Like the milkman, the water boy engaged in a longer conversation with Ganga, and once again, her behavior seemed off. She laughed at something he said, her body language more relaxed, almost flirtatious. Srinu’s grip tightened on the edge of his desk as he watched, a knot of anxiety forming in his stomach.

Srinu: (muttering to himself, his voice tense) "Why are they talking for so long? What’s changed?"

The unease that had been simmering inside him for weeks suddenly flared up into full-blown suspicion. This was different from Ganga’s usual routine, different from what he had seen before. He felt a deep sense of dread, wondering if his worst fears were being realized.


Srinu's focus on his work dissolved entirely as he became increasingly engrossed in the live feed from the spy cameras. His eyes were glued to the monitor, thoughts racing as he muttered to himself, "This is interesting..."

He watched as Ganga, after finishing her morning chores, suddenly changed her routine. Instead of continuing with her usual activities, she headed upstairs to their bedroom. Srinu's curiosity peaked; something about this deviation from her normal behavior felt unusual, out of place.

As the camera feed switched to the bedroom, Srinu saw Ganga enter and close the door behind her. He watched intently as she moved to the wardrobe, her movements deliberate but not rushed. His eyes widened as she began to undress, slowly removing her nighty. The sight of her naked body stirred a mix of emotions within him—on one side, he couldn’t help but be captivated by her beauty. Her curves, her soft flesh, the way her body moved with each step—it was a sight that made his heart race and his body respond almost involuntarily. His penis throbbed with each bend, especially when she bent down, giving him an unobstructed view of her juicy pussy and round ass.

But alongside the physical reaction, Srinu's mind was wrestling with confusion. Why was she getting dressed so deliberately, especially when she hadn’t mentioned any plans to go out or visit anyone today? The more he watched, the more uneasy he became. Ganga was not just changing into any outfit—she was carefully selecting a cotton saree, one that accentuated her figure in all the right ways. It was the kind of attire she wore when going out to meet someone, not when staying at home.

Srinu’s thoughts were conflicted, torn between the lustful appreciation of his wife’s body and the growing suspicion that something was amiss. His mind tried to rationalize what he was seeing. Maybe she’s just getting dressed up for the day... Maybe she wants to feel more comfortable... But the doubts persisted. Why hadn’t she mentioned any plans? Why the sudden change in her behavior, especially after the unusual interactions with the milkman and water boy earlier?

As Ganga finished dbanging the saree around her, Srinu could see her adjust it with practiced hands, ensuring that it fit perfectly. She then checked herself in the mirror, smoothing out the fabric and making sure everything was in place. The way she took care to present herself only deepened Srinu’s concerns.

Srinu: (thinking to himself, a mix of desire and suspicion in his thoughts) "Why is she doing this? Who is she getting dressed for?"

The questions gnawed at him as he continued to watch, his mind struggling to make sense of what was unfolding before him. His emotions were in turmoil—on one hand, the sight of Ganga's body had aroused him, making him long to be with her, to touch her, to feel the warmth of her skin. On the other hand, the creeping doubts about her intentions left him cold and uncertain.

As Ganga adjusted her saree one last time and prepared to leave the bedroom, Srinu felt a knot of anxiety tighten in his stomach. He knew he needed to keep watching, to see what she would do next, but the growing sense of dread was hard to ignore. 


Srinu watched the monitor intently as Ganga came downstairs, exited the bedroom, and finally left through the main door. He followed her every move, his heart pounding in his chest. She locked the door behind her and walked toward the gate where, to his complete shock, an auto was already waiting for her.

Srinu: (whispering to himself, eyes wide in disbelief) "Where did the auto come from?"

He watched in stunned silence as Ganga, without any hesitation, climbed into the auto. The vehicle then drove off, disappearing from the monitor’s view, leaving Srinu sitting there with his mouth agape. His mind raced, trying to process what had just happened.

For a moment, he sat frozen, replaying the events in his head. Then, suddenly, he jumped out of his chair, unable to sit still any longer. He began pacing around the room, his thoughts spiraling into chaos. He clutched his phone tightly, staring at it as if willing it to ring, hoping that Ganga would call him and explain where she was going. But the phone remained silent, adding to his growing frustration and fear.

Minutes passed, and with each second, the anger and suspicion gnawing at Srinu’s mind grew stronger. He could feel the walls closing in on him as the reality of the situation became clearer. His worst fears seemed to be confirmed—Ganga was hiding something from him, something significant. Initially, he thought about calling her directly to demand where she was going, but then he reconsidered. If she realized he was spying on her, it could ruin everything. He needed to play it cool, to be smart.

Instead, Srinu decided to reach out to her family and friends, hoping to catch her in a lie. He started making calls, his voice trembling slightly as he inquired if anyone had plans to meet with Ganga that day. Over the next 15 minutes, he called everyone they knew—family members, close friends, even some distant acquaintances. But the responses were the same: none of them had seen or heard from her.

Each response felt like another nail in the coffin. Srinu’s mind was now racing with worrisome thoughts, confirming his suspicions. He cursed under his breath, frustration boiling over as he realized Ganga had lied to him. The love and trust he had placed in her seemed to be unraveling before his eyes. Unable to hold back any longer, he decided to call her directly. But he knew he had to be careful; he couldn’t let her know he was suspicious.

With trembling hands, he dialed her number. The phone rang, but there was no answer. He cursed furiously at the silence and tried again. This time, after several rings, she picked up.

Ganga: (cheerfully, as if nothing was wrong) "Hey baby, what's up?"

Srinu clenched his jaw, struggling to control the surge of anger that threatened to spill out. With great effort, he forced himself to speak calmly.

Srinu: (trying to sound casual, masking his frustration) "Hi Ganga. I’m not feeling well. I was thinking of coming home for lunch and taking the rest of the day off."

There was a long, uncomfortable silence on the other end of the line. Srinu’s heart sank further as the seconds ticked by.

Srinu: (more insistent, voice tinged with anxiety) "Hello, Ganga? Are you there?"

Finally, Ganga responded, but her voice was hesitant, not at all like her usual self.

Ganga: (nervously, stumbling over her words) "Yeah, Srinu, I’m here. Sorry, I forgot to tell you—I’m going to Priya’s home today."

Srinu’s stomach dropped. He had called Priya just moments ago, and she had said she wasn’t expecting Ganga. The realization that his wife, the woman he had loved and trusted, was lying to him hit him like a punch to the gut. He felt as though his soul had been ripped from his body, leaving him cold and trembling, sweat breaking out across his skin.

As Ganga continued to talk, weaving a story about how she and Priya were planning to go out for lunch and shopping later, Srinu barely heard her. His mind was reeling, the shock of hearing her lie so effortlessly tearing at the fabric of his reality.

Ganga: (casually, as if there were nothing amiss) "Take care, baby. I gotta go. We’ll talk later."

Before Srinu could respond, she hung up the call. He stood there, phone still pressed to his ear, in complete disbelief. 

She hadn’t even asked him why he wasn’t feeling well or shown any concern for his health. The coldness of her response, the ease with which she had lied, left him feeling utterly devastated.

Srinu’s hands shook as he lowered the phone, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. The woman he had devoted his life to, the woman he had trusted more than anyone, had just lied to him without a second thought. The warmth and love he had always associated with Ganga were replaced by a chilling realization: something was terribly, terribly wrong.

He felt the room spin slightly as the full weight of what had happened settled over him. The love of his life had deceived him, and now, the questions he had been too afraid to ask loomed larger than ever. The uncertainty and fear that had plagued him were no longer just in his mind—they were real, tangible, and they threatened to destroy everything he had built with Ganga.

Srinu sank into his chair, the weight of the moment crushing him. He knew that nothing would ever be the same again. The trust had been broken, and with it, the foundation of their relationship was beginning to crumble.



Srinu sat in his chair, tears streaming down his face, his heart heavy with the weight of betrayal. He desperately wanted to believe that everything he had just witnessed was a figment of his imagination. The thought of Ganga lying to him, of her being unfaithful, was too painful to accept. He would have done anything to prove that she wasn’t lying, that she was really going to meet her friend Priya as she had claimed.

Despite having spoken to Priya on the phone and knowing deep down that Ganga’s story didn’t add up, Srinu’s mind clung to the faint hope that there might be some truth to her words. He needed to convince himself, to find evidence that would dispel his growing fears. Driven by this desperate need, he dashed out of his office like a madman, his eyes wild with determination.

He started his bike and sped off, his mind racing faster than the engine beneath him. He headed straight to all the restaurants that Ganga liked, places where they had shared countless meals together, places that held memories of happier times. But as he searched each one, scanning the faces of every customer, his heart sank further—Ganga was nowhere to be found.

Refusing to give up, Srinu then went to all the shopping places she loved, the stores where she would spend hours browsing and trying on clothes. He combed through the aisles, his eyes darting from one shopper to the next, hoping for a glimpse of her familiar figure. But again, there was nothing. The city that had once seemed so full of life now felt like a barren wasteland, empty of the one person he was so desperate to find.

For two agonizing hours, Srinu scoured the city, searching like a madman, driven by the fear that his worst suspicions were true. But every place he visited only reinforced the growing certainty that Ganga was not where she said she would be. The realization hit him with the force of a sledgehammer: she had lied to him, and whatever she was doing, it was something she didn’t want him to know.

Defeated and utterly devastated, Srinu returned to his office. He slumped into his chair, his body heavy with exhaustion and despair. The adrenaline that had fueled his frantic search was gone, leaving only a hollow emptiness in its place. For the rest of the afternoon, he couldn’t bring himself to eat or work. He just sat there, staring at the monitor, hoping against hope that Ganga would return and prove him wrong.

Hours passed, and the afternoon slowly gave way to evening. The silence in the office was deafening, broken only by the occasional hum of the air conditioning and the ticking of the clock on the wall. Srinu watched the monitor obsessively, his eyes glued to the feed from the spy cameras. Each minute felt like an eternity as he waited, his anxiety growing with every passing second.

Finally, around 4:00 PM, he saw movement on the monitor. The same auto that had taken Ganga away earlier in the day reappeared, pulling up to the gate of their home. Srinu’s heart raced as he watched Ganga hurriedly get out of the auto, unlock the gate, and make her way to the front door. The auto took a quick U-turn and drove off, disappearing from view.

Srinu felt a surge of emotion—anger, confusion, and a deep sense of betrayal. He glanced at his wristwatch, noting the time: 4:00 PM. It was exactly one hour before he usually returned home from work. The realization hit him hard—had Ganga planned to return home before he did? Had she calculated her time so precisely, ensuring she would be back before he noticed her absence? The thought gnawed at him, adding another layer to the already tangled web of suspicions in his mind.

But Srinu knew he couldn’t rush home now. If he returned earlier than usual, Ganga might suspect that he had been watching her, that he knew more than he was letting on. He had to play it cool, to keep up the pretense of normalcy until he could confront her.

For the next agonizing hour, Srinu sat in his office, barely able to contain his anxiety. His mind raced with questions, each one more troubling than the last. What had Ganga been doing all day? Where had she gone? Who had she been with? And most importantly, how was she going to explain herself when he confronted her?

As soon as the clock struck 5:00 PM, Srinu bolted from his office, his heart pounding in his chest. He drove home as quickly as he could, the anticipation of the confrontation filling him with both dread and determination. He had to hear her side of the story, to see if there was any truth left in her words, or if everything had been a lie.

As he pulled into the driveway, Srinu took a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever was to come. He couldn’t shake the feeling that more surprises awaited him, that the day’s revelations were only the beginning. 

[kk007007]

Waiting eagerly for an update sir!!

Waiting for next update

Eagerly waiting

waiting for update

Finally It's weekend...waiting for a shocking update bro

Bro.. the weekend is coming to an end.. please update!! The suspense is killing me.. 

No update this weekend?....oh noooo

Sorry, for the late update

To be Honest. Lately I found that many readers are losing interest in this story. 

Hence I am seeing less replies and comments from the readers.

This is also the reason for the late updates and me starting news stories in different genres and languages.

Cheers

[kk007007]

Amazing turn around if events.

Dear author - please do not think so. Many readers don't comment that doesn't mean they have lost interest in the story. This erotica is still the best among the best so far. Requesting you to please give us periodic updates if there are no blockers at your personal/professional end.

Dear KK,  you've spun a wonderful thriller and each of your update adds so much more complexity and spice to the suspense.Nobody can loose interest in this suspense thriller.. We're all eager to see how this turns out for poor Srinu!!! So please keep up this amazing work!!
Thank you

I really enjoying the story but don't have time for comment.. so u carry what u have started n finish it ASAP.

Please continue..... It's good plot..... I would love to read it...... Only sex sex is not the thing to be read.... Plot is more important and it's a good plot. Your writing skills are good please continue.

Hi KK,

You’ve managed to build up such suspense in the story….my heart was thumping a bit at several situations in the story.

Your story is so unique with thrill and suspense built in as compared to the numerous stories about “big cock in tight pussy with the husband watching,” ie the standard cuckold stories.

Please continue writing….we’re eagerly awaiting the next update… I personally visit your story once a day hoping for an update. Thanks.

Intrepid

Good to hear from my fellow perverts

cheers

[kk007007]

Feels wrong pestering you KK, but can't help it.. update please!

Dude your addicted 

[kk007007]

Waiting for next update

Feels wrong pestering you KK, but can't help it.. update please!

Yeah we are addicted hahaha..waiting for an update..come on weekend is near let's goooo....

Waiting for update

Great narration bro

Waiting to the see the real face of Ganga

The background of Ganga is yet to reveal

Bro where is the update..?

Sorry guys.. work load and festival together kept me busy

By tonight i will update


Cheers

[kk007007]

Bro, you're playing Gotcha with us again!
Just kidding.. update when you can please..

waiting.......

Is there any plan for update this week ?

Sorry guys story got complicated having multiple pov's.. it is taking time to write.. will post an update asap

[kk007007]

The Bet

Srinu arrived home, parking his bike in the driveway, his mind swirling with a mixture of anger, confusion, and exhaustion. His entire body felt heavy with the mental strain he had endured throughout the day, searching for Ganga like a madman, only to return empty-handed. As he walked towards the main door, his steps slowed. He knew he wanted to confront her, to demand the truth, but a part of him hesitated. If he pressed too hard, she would know that he had been spying on her. But as soon as he recalled the endless searching, the frustration, and the lies she had fed him earlier, his resolve hardened.


Srinu: (thinking to himself, clenching his fists) "I don't care if she knows I've been spying on her. I don't care about the consequences. I need answers, no matter what."

Without another thought, he knocked on the door. His heart raced as he waited, knowing this would be the moment of confrontation. The door creaked open, and before he could even get a word out, Ganga greeted him with a warm, tight hug, her arms wrapped around him as if nothing had happened. Srinu was momentarily stunned by the casual ease with which she embraced him, as if she hadn’t been gone all afternoon.

Ganga: (cheerfully, pulling back from the hug and grabbing his hand) "Come on, don’t say anything. I have a surprise for you."

Srinu, caught completely off guard, was led by Ganga into the living room. Her demeanor was so relaxed, so normal, that it almost made him question everything he had seen and felt throughout the day. How could she act so casual? Was she really going to pretend that nothing was wrong? That she hadn’t been missing for the entire afternoon? As they entered the seating area, Srinu’s thoughts raced with suspicion, but he followed her, trying to mask his turmoil.

On the table was a small box wrapped in colorful gift paper. Ganga picked it up, beaming, and handed it over to Srinu with a playful kiss on the cheek.

Srinu: (dumbfounded, struggling to hide his confusion) "What… what is this?"

Ganga: (giggling, with a playful smile) "What do you think it is? It’s a gift, you dumbo!"

Srinu managed a forced smile, his mind still reeling from everything he had witnessed. The hug, the surprise gift—everything felt off, like an illusion hiding something darker beneath the surface.

Srinu: (still puzzled, trying to find his bearings) "But… it’s not my birthday or anything."

Ganga: (with a soft smile, her tone suddenly more serious) "No, it’s not your birthday. I just wanted to show you how proud I am of you. You’ve recovered so well from the horrible incident we went through."

For a brief moment, Srinu saw a flicker of sadness cross her face as she mentioned the incident, her eyes lowering for just a second. But as much as he wanted to believe that she was genuinely feeling bad about what had happened, the events of the past few days clouded his judgment. He wasn’t sure if she truly felt remorse or if this was just another act.

The mixed emotions gnawed at him. He wanted to trust her, to feel the same connection he once had, but the lies and the odd behavior had shaken that trust. He needed to know more, and his thoughts raced back to the surveillance footage, the auto, her disappearing act.

Srinu: (snapping her out of her sad moment, trying to steer the conversation) "So… what’s inside the gift?"

Ganga: (grinning, back to her cheerful self) "Why don’t you open it and find out?"

Srinu quickly tore through the gift wrapping, revealing a sleek mechanical gaming keyboard—the one he had wanted for so long. For a moment, he was stunned. It was the exact model he had been eyeing for months, something he had mentioned in passing but never expected her to remember. The thoughtful gesture stirred something deep inside him. She knew him—knew his preferences, his habits, his desires—so well that it was almost frightening now.

In the past, her ability to anticipate his needs had made him feel deeply connected to her, made him appreciate the bond they shared. But now, standing there with the keyboard in his hands, that same feeling of being known so deeply unsettled him. How well did she know him? Could she predict his every move? Did she know that he had been watching her, doubting her, spying on her?

The thought sent a shiver down his spine.

Srinu: (forcing a smile, trying to hide his discomfort) "This is… perfect. You know me too well."

Ganga: (smiling softly, placing a hand on his arm) "Of course I do. You’re my everything."

But beneath the surface, Srinu could feel the unease growing. The warm, familiar words she spoke felt hollow now, overshadowed by the gnawing doubts he had been harboring. 


Srinu managed another fake smile, feeling the tension rise in his chest. He thought, "Now is the time to ask her where she has been all afternoon." But he knew what her answer would be, almost as if he had already heard it a hundred times in his head. Nevertheless, he decided to go ahead with the question.

Srinu: (trying to sound casual, though his voice was tense) "So… when did you get this gift for me?"

As expected, Ganga didn’t flinch. She replied with the same ease and calmness as before, her smile never fading.

Ganga: (cheerfully, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world) "I bought it when I went shopping with Priya. I told you on the phone, remember?"

Srinu nodded, his mind racing. "Without proper proof, I can’t confront her directly," he thought. "It would just be a waste of time." He felt a surge of frustration but kept quiet, deciding not to push the matter any further.

There was a moment of silence before Ganga’s expression shifted slightly, her eyebrows knitting together in concern.

Ganga: (softly, with genuine care in her voice) "Hey baby, you said you weren’t feeling well on the phone. What’s wrong?"

Srinu quickly composed himself, trying to downplay his earlier lie.

Srinu: (casually, waving it off) "Oh, it’s nothing. Just a headache from work. Nothing to worry about."

Ganga’s face brightened immediately as she snapped her fingers.

Ganga: (with enthusiasm, as if she had the perfect solution) "I know exactly how to get rid of your headache! You just go get freshened up, and I’ll make you a strong cup of coffee."

Before Srinu could say anything, she turned towards the kitchen with a determined smile. Srinu felt momentarily disarmed by her response, but the nagging doubt in the back of his mind kept him on edge.

After a few minutes, Ganga handed him a steaming cup of coffee. Her smile was warm, almost comforting, as she gestured toward the kitchen.

Ganga: (playfully, with a wink) "You enjoy your coffee, and I’ll go start dinner."

Srinu took the cup from her and muttered a quick thanks, watching as she turned back to her chores. He made his way to his room, the warm mug in his hands, but his mind was still miles away from the comfort of home.

Sitting down at his desk, he sipped the coffee and stared at his computer. "It’s not wise to confront her now, especially without proof," he thought. "She has her cover story ready—saying she was with Priya all day." Srinu placed the mug down and opened his laptop, determined to dig deeper.

He began rewatching the CCTV footage from earlier that day. As the video played, his eyes narrowed in on the interactions with the milkman and the water boy. Both men had lingered longer than usual, and toward the end of their conversations, they said something that caused Ganga to smile. Intrigued, Srinu turned up the volume, hoping to catch what had been said.

But the audio was frustratingly muffled. He replayed the section multiple times, leaning in close to the speakers. All he could hear was "…ganj ka…ni"—the rest was lost in static.

Srinu: (muttering angrily to himself, gritting his teeth) "Damn it! What the hell are they saying?"

He cursed the electronics shop owner, remembering the promise that the spy cameras had "excellent voice recording capabilities." At this moment, they seemed anything but excellent. Frustrated, he fast-forwarded the footage, focusing on the auto that had picked Ganga up. He tried to get a clear view of the number plate, but his efforts were in vain. The auto had been parked in such a way that the camera didn’t capture the plate.

Srinu: (slamming his fist onto the desk, his voice rising in frustration) "Damn it! Why did the driver have to block the damn view?!"

He cursed again, feeling the tension build inside him. Every lead seemed to slip through his fingers, leaving him more frustrated and powerless than before.


Srinu gulped down the coffee in frustration, his mind swirling with thoughts of suspicion and doubt. His focus was consumed by the footage, the failed attempts to gather proof, and the lingering question of Ganga's whereabouts. Time seemed to blur around him as he stared at the screen, lost in thought, until a knock on the door snapped him back to reality.

Ganga: (her voice soft but with a hint of impatience) "What are you doing in there? It’s been hours. Dinner is ready."

Srinu blinked, glancing down at his watch. It was already 8:00 PM. “Time is flying,” he muttered to himself. His thoughts had consumed him so deeply that he hadn’t realized how much time had passed. He was about to close his laptop when a notification caught his eye—33% of data recovery is complete. His heart skipped a beat. The data recovery was progressing faster than he expected.

Just as Srinu was about to open the recovery software and check the details, Ganga's voice called out again, this time a little firmer.

Ganga: (from the kitchen, with a mix of affection and impatience) "Are you going to come out or not? Dinner is getting cold!"

Srinu hesitated, torn between his curiosity to check the recovered data and the need to keep things normal with Ganga. He knew that if he didn’t respond, she might come in to see what he was doing, and the last thing he needed was for her to become suspicious of his actions. Reluctantly, he sighed and thought, “I better get up there, or else she’ll check on what I’m doing.”

Srinu: (muttering to himself as he closed the laptop) "I’ll check the 33% later."

He stood up, placing his empty coffee mug on the desk, and made his way to the dining area. As he approached the table, he could smell the dinner Ganga had prepared—a warm, comforting aroma that contrasted sharply with the turmoil in his mind. She was already setting the table, her usual cheerfulness evident in the way she moved.


Srinu sat across from Ganga at the dinner table, silently chewing his food while she chatted about random topics as usual. His mind, however, was preoccupied with how to confront her without raising any alarms. He was deeply disappointed that the CCTV footage had offered him nothing significant to expose her, but he knew he had to remain patient. He wanted to question her about her afternoon absence, but he was waiting for an opening that wouldn’t make her suspicious.

To his surprise, she gave him the perfect opening herself by asking about the gift. She casually asked how the keyboard was, and Srinu immediately pounced on the opportunity, his mind quickly assembling the questions that could corner her.

First Question: "When did you leave the house?"

Srinu knew the exact time from the CCTV footage and hoped that she would slip up, giving him an incorrect time. If she did, it would be the first sign of deception. But to his dismay, Ganga answered without hesitation, giving the exact time that matched the footage. Her confidence left him slightly shaken, but he didn’t show it.

Second Question: "How did you travel?"

Srinu believed this would be a trickier question for her, thinking she might lie and say she took a car, which would contradict the footage that showed her leaving in an auto. But again, without missing a beat, she casually mentioned that she had booked an Ola auto, even smiling smugly as she said it. Srinu was taken aback by her quick, direct responses. It felt like she was one step ahead, and he couldn’t help but feel like he was the 
 in a game of cat and mouse—desperately trying to catch the mouse, only to have it slip away every time.

Now, he was left with the final question, the one he felt most confident about—"Where did you meet Priya?"

Srinu straightened up, thinking to himself, "Let’s see how she gets out of this one." He knew for a fact that she hadn’t met Priya because he had spoken to her earlier. He was sure this would be the moment where Ganga would fumble, where her lie would unravel.

But again, Ganga answered with ease, without even a hint of hesitation. She said she met Priya over lunch and that they had gone shopping together afterward. but he quickly followed up, hoping to trip her up.

Srinu: (with a raised eyebrow, his voice more pointed) "Oh, so Priya not only had lunch with you but also helped you pick out my gift?"

He watched her carefully, expecting hesitation, a pause, anything to suggest that she was fabricating the story. This time, she did take a sip of water before responding, but she answered confidently again. Srinu thought to himself, "Gotcha." He immediately pushed forward.

Srinu: (feigning a smile, trying to sound casual but with a sharp edge) "Then I should personally call Priya and thank her for the gift, don’t you think?"

He expected her to falter, to make an excuse or backtrack. But Ganga, without a flicker of doubt, smiled and responded confidently.

Ganga: (smiling, holding out her phone) "Yes, you should thank her! Let me call her for you."

She unlocked her phone and handed it to him after dialing Priya’s number. Srinu’s mind raced, unsure why she was making such a bold move. "Is she playing tricks on me?" he thought, but held the phone to his ear, expecting Priya to deny everything.

After a few moments, Srinu handed the phone back.

Srinu: (trying to mask his frustration, his voice strained) "Her phone is switched off."

Ganga seemed genuinely surprised and called Priya again, but her phone remained off.

Ganga: (facepalming herself, laughing lightly) "Oh, I forgot! She told me her shift timings changed to US hours. She’s probably at work now. Maybe tomorrow you can thank her."

Srinu clenched his teeth, biting back his frustration. "She cleverly dodged my question again," he thought angrily. Ganga put her phone down and continued eating her dinner quietly as if nothing had happened.

Srinu knew he couldn’t push any further without raising suspicion, so he let it go for now. They finished their dinner in silence.


After dinner, Srinu and Ganga sat together on the couch, watching TV. Srinu, however, was hardly paying attention to the show. His mind was focused on the task at hand—waiting for Ganga to go to bed so he could continue investigating the recovered data from the phone. He was patient, pretending to be engrossed in the TV, while silently counting the minutes. Finally, Ganga yawned and stretched, her eyes heavy with sleep.

Ganga: (softly, with a smile) "I’m feeling sleepy. Come to bed soon, okay?"

Srinu: (nodding, forcing a casual tone) "Yeah, I just need to check a few emails. I’ll join you in a bit."

Ganga gave him a tired smile, kissed him on the cheek, and ascended the stairs to their bedroom. Srinu waited until he heard her moving around upstairs, the sounds of her getting ready for bed. As soon as he was sure she was out of earshot, he quietly slipped out of the living room and into his office. He closed the door behind him and powered on the monitor, his heart pounding with anticipation.

He opened the recovery software and saw that it had reached 33% completion. The tension in his stomach was growing with every second, his mind racing about what he might find. "This could be the evidence I need," he thought. "This could prove everything." His hands trembled slightly as he navigated to the recovery folder.

Inside the folder were numerous subfolders related to the Android operating system. Srinu skimmed over them, uninterested in the technical files. He was only interested in one folder—“media.” His breath caught as he clicked on it, hoping this would lead to something significant. Inside the media folder, there were more subfolders, but the one that stood out the most was a folder named “maal.”

The maal folder was full of videos. Each file had a random number beside it, indicating the percentage that had been recovered—some videos were only 2% recovered, while others were 10%, and so on. Srinu randomly clicked on one of the videos, and to no surprise, it was a pornographic video. 

Srinu: (muttering to himself, his jaw clenched) "Of course, this low-class motherfucker has a stash of this stuff."

Disgusted, he closed the folder. He knew this wasn’t what he was looking for.

Next, he navigated to the DCIM folder, the default folder for camera photos and videos on any Android phone. His pulse quickened as he realized this was likely where the personal recordings were stored. The folder was full of videos, and Srinu immediately sorted them by date. The first video ever taken on the phone was from over a year ago. He clicked on it.

The video played, showing two familiar faces grinning at the camera—Javed and ChaCha. They were in what looked like a mobile shop, possibly on the day they had purchased the phone. ChaCha, clearly excited, had his arm around Javed’s shoulder, telling him to smile at the camera. The video abruptly stopped. Srinu tried to replay it, but the video player froze at the same point. Then he realized—the video had only been recovered 50%, and that’s why only half of it was playable.

He moved on, opening random videos from various dates. Each video was the same—ChaCha was behind the camera, recording random things like drinking, eating at restaurants, or hanging out with friends. It was as if the old man was documenting every trivial moment of his life. Srinu found it both strange and unsettling.

Srinu: (whispering to himself, frustrated but determined) "This Budda was a wannabe vlogger."

Convinced that he had found the right folder, Srinu quickly scrolled down to the date of the incident—the day his world had fallen apart. His eyes scanned the list of videos, and to his shock, there were numerous videos recorded on that day. His heart raced as he realized that this could be the moment he’d been waiting for—the moment when he would finally see what had happened, when all the pieces of the puzzle would fall into place.

His hands hovered over the mouse, his pulse pounding in his ears. He knew that the next few minutes could change everything. Without wasting any more time, Srinu clicked on the first video recorded on the day of the incident.


Srinu clicked on the first video from the day of the incident. The video began in a café, where ChaCha was recording himself and Javed as they sat at a small table, sipping chai and talking excitedly about the movie they were about to see. ChaCha, as usual, was behind the camera, narrating everything with an almost playful energy.

Javed: (enthusiastically, with a grin) "I’m going to this movie because my favorite hero is starring in the lead role!"

ChaCha, ever the joker, couldn’t resist interrupting.

ChaCha: (laughing, with a mischievous smirk) "I’m going to this movie because of my favorite heroine... and her boobs!"

Both men burst into laughter at ChaCha’s crude comment, their voices echoing in the small café. The video ended abruptly with their laughter still ringing out, leaving Srinu feeling a sickening churn in his stomach.

Srinu, holding his breath, opened the next video. This one began outside the theatre. The camera showed Javed and ChaCha as they walked toward the entrance, balcony tickets in hand. ChaCha was proudly waving his ticket in front of the camera.

ChaCha: (grinning, his voice filled with pride) "Aaj humai pagar maili hai, aaj hum balcony maih bitaingaiy [We got paid today, so we’ll be sitting in the balcony today]!"

Javed, his excitement building, began shouting his favorite hero’s name repeatedly, his voice loud and obnoxious. ChaCha joined in, making strange, attention-grabbing noises with his mouth. Their behavior was over the top and embarrassing, drawing disgusted stares from the people around them.

Srinu: (thinking to himself, with growing disdain) "Chapari [low-class] can buy a balcony ticket, but their behavior will always be the same as third-class chapari [low-class] people."


Srinu clicked on the next video, his heart pounding as the footage continued to unfold. The video showed Javed and ChaCha entering the theater room, making their way up the stairs to the balcony section, searching for their seats. The camera captured them moving through the rows, the shaky footage filled with their laughter and excited chatter. They were searching for the G row—the same row where Srinu and Ganga were already seated.

As they reached the row, ChaCha turned the camera toward the people sitting in it, panning across the faces. Srinu’s breath hitched when he saw himself and Ganga on the screen. There they were—seated, unaware of the danger that was approaching them. Javed and ChaCha, still shouting and making strange noises, had gained the attention of the entire row, including Srinu and Ganga.

In the video, Srinu saw himself turn his head briefly toward the noise, showing little interest in Javed and ChaCha’s antics, then looking back at the screen. But what caught his attention more was Ganga. She didn’t look away. She kept watching Javed and ChaCha as they approached, her eyes growing wide with fear as they got closer and closer.

Javed and ChaCha finally stopped beside Ganga’s seat, checking the seat numbers on their tickets. Srinu could see the disbelief on their faces as they realized they would be sitting next to this beautiful woman. Their mouths hung open for a moment, and then they exchanged looks—wide-eyed and filled with a mix of shock and devious excitement.

Ganga’s eyes were still fixed on them, her expression filled with dread. Meanwhile, Srinu watched himself in the video, still uninterested and looking ahead at the screen, completely oblivious to the tension building beside him.

For a brief moment, Javed and ChaCha stood there, arguing over who would sit next to Ganga. Their voices were loud, and their body language was aggressive. Finally, Javed gave ChaCha a rough push, claiming the seat beside her. As he sat down, his right elbow brushed against Ganga’s left shoulder and nearly touched her breast. Ganga reacted instantly, pulling away in disgust, her face clearly showing her anger and discomfort.

Javed: (in the video, raising his hand with a sly smile) "I’m sorry, madam."

His voice was apologetic, but his expression was anything but sincere. Ganga turned her face away from him in anger, her jaw clenched, while Javed and ChaCha exchanged mischievous grins. They were clearly amused by the situation.

Watching the footage, Srinu felt a wave of emotions wash over him. Seeing Ganga’s angry face in the video brought a small sense of relief. "This is the Ganga I know," he thought. "She wouldn’t tolerate any kind of mischievous behavior from strangers." It reassured him to see her initial reaction to Javed’s inappropriate behavior.

But something else nagged at him—something he couldn’t quite shake off. Ganga’s reaction, although strong, was followed by a strange tension. She exchanged looks with Javed and ChaCha multiple times—far more than Srinu would have expected for a first interaction. Especially with Javed. The way her eyes lingered on him, the repeated glances—it left Srinu feeling uneasy.


Meanwhile, the movie had begun, and the atmosphere in the theater started to settle—at least for most of the audience. However, Javed and ChaCha, seated beside Ganga, continued their cheap behavior, unable to keep quiet even during the opening scenes. Their conversation was full of crude remarks and lewd comments, especially whenever a female character appeared on screen.

ChaCha: (watching the hero's entry scene, grinning) "Deko Javed, tera hero agaya [Look, Javed, your hero has arrived]!"

Javed: (snickering, in response) "Haan... ab dekh na, tera heroine ko utha ke le ayegha [Yeah… now watch, he’s going to pick up your heroine]."

ChaCha: (laughing, adding a sexist twist) "Heroine ka toh pata nahi, magar uski dress toh zarur uthayeh ga [Maybe not the heroine, but he’ll definitely lift her dress]."

They both burst into laughter at ChaCha’s vulgar comment, their voices loud enough to annoy the people sitting nearby. Javed and ChaCha reveled in their crude jokes, feeding off each other's energy. But their behavior didn’t stop there—after every tasteless joke, either Javed or ChaCha would steal a glance at Ganga, hoping that one of their remarks would impress or amuse her.

But every time Ganga noticed one of them looking at her, her expression only grew more irritated, her disgust obvious. She had no patience for their behavior, and her eyes conveyed that clearly. Yet, despite her obvious disapproval, Javed and ChaCha kept at it, deluding themselves into thinking they could win her over with their lewd humor.

Srinu: (watching the video, clenching his fists in anger) "These fools think they can impress her with their nonsense?"

As Srinu watched, he could feel the tension mounting inside him. Ganga’s irritated looks were reassuring, but the fact that these men continued to make jokes and steal glances at his wife made his blood boil.


As the movie progressed, it was time for the heroine’s entry on the screen. As soon as the heroine appeared, ChaCha shouted loudly, drawing attention from several people around him.

ChaCha: (loudly, with excitement) "Javed, dekha? Mera heroine kya maal hai! [look at my heroine, what a piece of beauty]"

Both Javed and Ganga turned their heads toward ChaCha at his loud outburst. Ganga quickly turned her head back to the screen, but she could still hear their conversation as they were speaking so loudly. Srinu, watching the video, felt the tension rise as he continued to observe the events unfold.

Javed: (laughing, speaking loudly) "ChaCha, teri heroine ki maal kuch nahi hai mere heroine ke samne [Your heroine is nothing compared to my heroine]."

ChaCha, always eager to escalate the conversation, followed up with a mocking question.

ChaCha: (with a sly smile) "Accha? Teri heroine itni acchi maal hai kya [Oh really? Your heroine is that much better]?"

Javed, seizing the opportunity, turned his head toward Ganga and responded with a mischievous grin.

Javed: (smirking, with his eyes locked on Ganga) "Haan, meri heroine toh mast maal hai. [Yes, my heroine is truly beautiful]"

Ganga, overhearing the conversation, immediately realized that Javed was referring to her as "his heroine." She turned to give him a sharp, angry look, clearly offended by his comment. ChaCha, now fully aware of what Javed was up to, decided to play along.

ChaCha: (egging him on, with a wicked grin) "Achha, agar itni mast maal [Oh really? If she’s that amazing] hai, toh phir batao wo kaise dikhti hai [then tell me, how does she look]?"

Javed, without missing a beat, continued to stare at Ganga as he began describing her features in front of everyone.

Javed: (with a mischievous gleam in his eyes, still looking at Ganga) "Uski aankhen samandar jitni badi... jis mein koi bhi dub jaye [Her eyes are as big as the ocean, where anyone can drown]."
"Uske naak pe gussa kitni pyari lagti hai [Her cute little nose looks so pretty when she’s angry]."
"Uske rasile hothon ko dekh ke chusne ka maan karta hai [Her juicy lips make you want to suck on them]... aur uske shahed se meetha tuk peene ka maan karta hai [and her sweet mouth makes you want to taste the honey from her]."

Throughout his sleazy description, ChaCha kept encouraging him.

ChaCha: (grinning, with each comment) "Wah, wah!"

Srinu could see in the video that Ganga was growing visibly angry as she listened to Javed describing her face in such a lewd manner. Her expression was one of clear discomfort and frustration. However, something else caught Srinu’s attention—Ganga briefly lowered her head, almost in shyness, while Javed described her features. It was a subtle moment, but Srinu couldn’t shake the unease it gave him.

Then, as Javed bent his head down, clearly moving his gaze below her neck, Srinu watched in disgust as Javed’s eyes landed on Ganga’s cleavage, which was slightly visible from her saree. Her cleavage looked beautiful and delicate, but the way Javed stared at her with a lustful gaze made Srinu’s blood boil.

Javed: (licking his lips while staring at her cleavage)

Ganga noticed where Javed was looking and immediately understood his intentions. Her eyes followed his gaze, and without hesitation, she pulled her pallu over her chest, covering her cleavage. 



After that, she turned her head away, pretending not to care about their conversation, though her discomfort was clear.

Srinu, watching the footage, was torn between anger and confusion. On one hand, Ganga had clearly been offended and had tried to shield herself from Javed’s unwanted attention. But on the other hand, the moment she had lowered her head, seemingly in shyness, continued to linger in his mind. He didn’t know what to make of it, and the conflicting emotions made it harder for him to think straight.


Javed and ChaCha shared a knowing look, their sly smiles indicating that they were on the same page. With a quick low five, ChaCha’s eyes flicked toward Ganga, making it clear what was on his mind. Javed understood immediately. ChaCha was pointing to Ganga’s hand, resting on the armrest between her seat and Javed’s.

Javed seized the opportunity. He shifted closer to Ganga and placed his right hand beside hers on the armrest. His fingers brushed against her soft skin for the first time. The sensation sent a thrill through him, but it was short-lived. Ganga, clearly uncomfortable, pulled her hand back slightly—just enough to stop the direct contact but still keeping her elbow on the armrest. Javed wasn’t deterred. He moved his hand again, this time deliberately brushing against her elbow, and even dared to rub it lightly.

Ganga immediately reacted, removing her elbow completely and shooting Javed an angry glare. She mumbled something under her breath, scolding him. 



But Javed simply smiled, disappointed that she had moved her hand away completely.

Javed looked over to ChaCha, silently asking for his help. ChaCha caught the look and nodded, acknowledging that Javed needed some encouragement.

ChaCha: (with a mocking tone, loud enough for Ganga to hear) "Teri heroine ko toh bahut gussa aata hai [Your heroine sure gets angry easily]."

Javed: (smirking smugly) "Haan, gussa toh bohot hai... wo kahavat hai naa, bhonknay wale kutte katte nahi [Yeah, she's angry, but you know the saying, barking dogs don’t bite]. Yeh bhi waise hi hai... gussa kar sakti hai, aur kya karegi [She’s the same. All she can do is get angry, what else will she do]?"

As Srinu watched the video.. he knew Ganga's personality well. She is not one to back down from a fight, especially when it concerns her dignity and pride. Srinu already expected what might have happened in the video.

As Srinu expected, Hearing this Ganga’s anger flared. With a defiant look, she slammed her hand back onto the armrest, forcefully pushing Javed’s hand away as if to reclaim her space. She was making a statement—she wasn’t backing down from this fight, not when her honor was at stake. Javed and ChaCha exchanged satisfied glances, their plan seemingly working as they knew exactly how to play with her ego.

Javed, emboldened by her reaction, pressed his hand harder against hers, rubbing it more insistently. Srinu, watching the video, could see the disgust on Ganga’s face as Javed continued rubbing his hand against hers. Despite the revulsion written all over her face, Ganga didn’t move her hand away. Her pride was on the line, and she wasn’t going to let these men intimidate her.

Javed, noticing her reluctance to pull back, grew bolder. He shifted his shoulder closer to hers, subtly rubbing it against her shoulder. Srinu could see Javed closing his eyes, clearly enjoying the sensation of Ganga’s soft skin against his. Ganga, feeling the pressure increasing, stole a few quick glances at Javed and saw that he was fully engrossed in the act. She also noticed out of the corner of her eye that ChaCha was rubbing his penis under his lungi while watching Javed’s bold advances.

As Javed rubbed harder, Ganga’s hand slipped off the armrest entirely, and she leaned slightly toward him. In that moment, Javed’s elbow brushed against her waist, and her left breast made contact with his forearm. The accidental touch startled Ganga, and for a moment, their eyes met. The tension between them was palpable. But just as quickly, a loud gunshot sound from the movie snapped them both back to reality. Ganga immediately looked away, straightening herself and regaining her posture.

Srinu watched in the video with disbelief as Ganga, despite everything, still didn’t remove her hand from the armrest. Javed, after a brief pause, resumed rubbing his hand and shoulder against her once more. As Srinu continued to watch the video, he couldn’t help but feel conflicted. "Is she still keeping her hand there out of defiance?" he wondered. "Or is she starting to enjoy it?" He could see the anger in her face had now morphed into something else—anxiety, perhaps confusion.

Ganga’s eyes fluttered closed as Javed’s persistent rubbing continued. Srinu could see that she was trying hard to suppress whatever emotions were stirring inside her. Javed, noticing her lack of resistance, saw an opportunity to take things further. His hand slowly moved from the armrest toward her left breast, clearly intending to touch it.

But before he could act, loud laughter erupted in the theater, causing Ganga to snap her eyes open. She quickly realized what Javed was about to do and, in a panic, turned to her side. 

At the same moment, Srinu could see himself in the video turning his head towards ganga, oblivious to the tension, laughing at the joke on the screen.

Srinu noticed while watching the video, Ganga, Javed, and ChaCha all froze, suddenly becoming alert. Javed swiftly pulled his hand back just in time, before Srinu could notice. ChaCha, who had been rubbing himself under his lungi, stopped immediately. Ganga, in a quick move, shifted away from Javed, breaking contact with his shoulder. She grabbed Srinu’s left hand with both of hers and placed her head on his left shoulder, joining in his laughter with a forced, fake smile.

Javed, now visibly disappointed that he missed an opportunity to touch her boob as she moved away from him, muttered under his breath as he leaned toward ChaCha.

Javed: (frustrated, in a low voice) "Behenchod... uske pati ne poora game karab kar diya [That bastard husband ruined the whole game]."


Srinu, watching the video, felt an unsettling tension rise as he heard ChaCha and Javed exchange sly remarks after Ganga moved closer to Srinu.

ChaCha: (whispering with a smirk) "Haan yaar... ab wo uske pati se chepak ke baithi hai [Yeah, now she's stuck to her husband]."

Javed: (grinning smugly) "Haan... hume ab hamara talent dikhana padenga [Yeah, now we need to show her our talent]."

ChaCha: (nodding confidently) "Haan, sahi mauka anedo... dekha dengey [Yes, let the right moment come... we'll show her]."

Srinu, watching the video, wondered what kind of "talent" they were talking about. He didn’t have to wait long to find out.

As soon as an item song started in the movie, both Javed and ChaCha jumped out of their seats and began dancing in the aisle. The song was an upbeat number with the actress on the screen wearing a tight, revealing costume that left little to the imagination, her breasts and thighs clearly exposed. Javed and ChaCha took this as their cue to perform obscene, dirty dance moves, mimicking sexual gestures toward the actress. They waved their hands and made lewd motions toward her exposed body, all while laughing loudly.

The people around them, including Srinu in the video, were clearly disgusted. Some even told them to sit down, but Javed and ChaCha were unfazed. Instead of stopping, they doubled down, their moves becoming even more vulgar.

Srinu shifted his attention from Javed and ChaCha's antics in the video to Ganga, expecting her to be just as disgusted as everyone else. But to his complete shock, Ganga was the only one who found the whole scene funny. Srinu could see her in the video, hiding her laughter behind the edge of her saree’s pallu. She was giggling, trying to conceal it, but it was clear that she was entertained by the absurdity of Javed and ChaCha’s dancing.

Srinu: (thinking in disbelief) "How could she be laughing at such dirty dance moves? What is going on?"

As Ganga’s laughter became more apparent, Javed and ChaCha noticed her reaction, and their dance moves became even more exaggerated and crude. Srinu was completely baffled by her reaction. "How could she laugh at this?" he thought to himself, trying to understand why she found their disgusting behavior amusing.

Once the song ended, both Javed and ChaCha returned to their seats. Ganga immediately stopped laughing, pretending that she hadn’t been paying attention to their antics at all. But Srinu had seen it—she was entertained, despite how inappropriate it all was.

ChaCha: (still catching his breath, grinning) "Dekha Javed, meh kaise dance kiya... mera dance dekh ke teri heroine has rahi thi [Did you see how I danced, Javed? Your heroine was laughing at my moves]!"

Javed: (smirking, his eyes on Ganga) "Wo tumhari dance dekh ke nahi... tumhari lungi dekh ke has rahi thi [She wasn’t laughing at your dance, she was laughing at your lungi]. Dekh apni lungi... pisal gayi, lungi ko upar karo ChaCha [Look at your lungi... it's slipping, pull it up]."

Javed reached over, trying to help ChaCha fix his lungi, and the two started struggling with it, pulling it up awkwardly. Ganga, who had been trying to contain her laughter, finally couldn’t hold back anymore. She burst out laughing again, this time louder, as she watched the two men wrestle with the lungi.

ChaCha: (grinning at Javed, nudging him) "Javed, dekh! Teri heroine has rahi hai hume dekh ke [Look, Javed! Your heroine is laughing at us]!"

Javed looked at Ganga, a devious smile on his face, and muttered under his breath.

Javed: (smiling slyly) "Hasee toh phasee [If she laughs, she’s caught]."

Hearing Javed’s remark, Ganga’s laughter stopped abruptly. She quickly turned her head away, but Srinu, watching the video, noticed that a faint smile still lingered at the corner of her mouth. It was as if she was trying to hide it, but couldn’t completely mask her amusement.

Srinu, now deeply disturbed by what he was seeing, thought to himself, "These third-class bastards... they finally made her laugh." The realization made him uncomfortable, unsure of how to process what he had just witnessed.

The laughing and dancing had caused Ganga to move away from Srinu’s shoulder, and she was now sitting upright in her seat. Javed, seeing the opportunity, leaned into Ganga’s chair and deliberately brushed his shoulder against hers again, repeating the same subtle rubbing from earlier.

Srinu, watching this unfold in the video, hoped Ganga would pull away in disgust or show some form of resistance. But what he saw next shook him to the core. Ganga didn’t immediately move away. Instead, she turned her head slightly, glancing at Javed as he rubbed his shoulder against hers. Then, to Srinu’s shock, she glanced to her right, toward Srinu himself, sitting beside her in the video.

At first, Srinu thought Ganga was looking at him, silently asking for help as Javed pressed against her. "Is she looking to me for protection?" he wondered. But then, it hit him—her glance wasn’t a plea for help. She wasn’t looking at him for reassurance. She was checking to see if he was watching.

Srinu: (horrified, his heart sinking) "She’s not looking for help... she’s making sure I’m not watching!"

In that moment, everything changed. Srinu realized that Ganga wasn’t just passively enduring Javed’s advances—she was aware of them, and worse, she was actively checking to see if she could get away with it while he was distracted.

Srinu could not help but notice how her moods were changing from the start, at first when she saw them she was afraid of them and felt disgusted. Then she became anxious when javed started touching her. Now she was being careful about getting caught by him. 


Srinu watched the video with his eyes wide open, his heart pounding in disbelief as the footage played out before him. Every second felt like an eternity. The situation escalated as a kissing scene began on the movie screen. The hero and heroine on screen were passionately locked in a kiss, their intensity only fueling Javed’s behavior. Srinu watched helplessly as Javed’s movements became more aggressive—his shoulder rubbing against Ganga’s with even more force.

Ganga’s discomfort was evident. Her face twisted into an expression of pain, and she turned to look at Javed, her eyes meeting his in a moment of intense, uncomfortable silence. Their gaze locked for what felt like an eternity. Srinu could see the unease in her eyes, but he could also see Javed’s growing audacity.

Then, without warning, Javed leaned in closer, his face moving toward Ganga’s, clearly intending to kiss her. Srinu’s heart stopped as he watched in horror. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. "Is he really going to kiss her?" Srinu’s mind screamed. His hands trembled as he watched Javed’s head tilt, closing the distance between them.

But just when it seemed inevitable, Ganga, in a sudden reflex, pulled away from Javed. She narrowly avoided his lips, missing the kiss by just a few centimeters. Srinu, in shock, immediately rewound the video, his eyes scanning every frame. "Did they kiss?" he asked himself, watching it over and over. But to his relief, Ganga had moved away in time, her face just barely out of Javed’s reach.

Srinu exhaled, his tension momentarily relieved. But as he continued to watch, he saw that when Ganga moved to avoid the kiss, she had bumped into him—his past self—sitting to her right. In the video, Srinu saw himself turn toward Ganga, his face showing concern. Javed and ChaCha, sensing that Srinu had noticed the movement, quickly went back to their original positions, pretending to watch the movie as if nothing had happened.

Watching this scene unfold made Srinu remember the moment when Ganga had leaned toward him that day and softly said, "Srinu, can we switch seats? I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable sitting here." At the time, it had seemed like a reasonable request, and without much thought, Srinu had agreed. He could now see in the video as they switched seats.

As Srinu took the seat next to Javed in the video, he noticed the subtle shift in Javed and ChaCha’s behavior. They grew quiet, and their mischievous grins faded. He saw Javed turn to ChaCha and mutter in disappointment.

Javed: (with a frustrated tone) "ChaCha, video band kar... uska pati dekh lega [ChaCha, stop the video... her husband might see]."

Srinu then watched as ChaCha abruptly stopped recording, and the screen went black. The video had ended, leaving Srinu alone in his office, staring at the blank screen in disbelief.

For a few moments, he just sat there, frozen in his chair, trying to piece together everything he had just witnessed. "How could I have been so ignorant?" he thought, berating himself for not realizing what had been happening right beside him that day. He had known something was off, but watching the video had shown him just how much he had missed.

His mind raced, replaying Ganga’s request to switch seats. "Was she really uncomfortable like she said? Or did she have no choice but to switch because she accidentally bumped into me, and I noticed them misbehaving?" The question gnawed at him. Had Ganga switched seats out of genuine discomfort, or had she done it to avoid being caught?

[kk007007]

Srinu, with trembling hands, clicked on the next video file, feeling a wave of anxiety wash over him. The footage began right after the first half of the movie ended. He saw himself in the video getting up from his seat to fetch drinks and popcorn. Meanwhile, Javed, looking irritated, turned to ChaCha.

Javed: (with frustration) "Chalo cigarette pine chalte hai [Let’s go for a smoke]."

ChaCha: (grinning, with a teasing tone) "Arey, teri heroine akeli pad jayegi [But your heroine will be left alone]."

Javed glanced over at Ganga, visibly disappointed that she had switched seats with Srinu. Ganga returned his look with defiance, her gaze sharp and unyielding. Annoyed by the situation, Javed stood up.

Javed: (angrily) "Toh phir tum hi baitho uske saath [Then you sit with her]."

Javed stormed off in anger, and ChaCha followed him. Srinu, watching the video closely, noticed that while he himself had taken the right exit, Javed and ChaCha exited to the left of the screen.

The two of them went to buy cigarettes and samosas. Javed lit a cigarette, while ChaCha, ever the cameraman, was eating with one hand and recording with the other.

ChaCha: (snickering, his camera focused on Javed) "Tere heroine ke nakhre dekha... kaise tumhare haath lagte hi tadap rahi thi..  meh sab kuch dekh raha tha aur record kar raha tha. [Did you see how your heroine reacted when you touched her? She was squirming... I saw it all, and I recorded it]."

Javed chuckled and replied sarcastically.

Javed: (mocking ChaCha) "Haan, ChaCha, record hi karo... aur ghar jakar apni lund hila lena [Yeah, just keep recording... and go home to jerk off to it]."

ChaCha, not one to let a comment slide, retorted quickly.

ChaCha: (laughing) "Abe Javed, chup kar... tu bhi toh kuch nahi kiya... teri shakal dekh ke teri heroine apni seat hi badal di [Shut up, Javed... you didn’t do anything either. She saw your face and switched her seat]."

Javed, now visibly irritated, slapped ChaCha on the shoulder.

Javed: (defensive) "Woh apni seat jaan buch ke nahi badli... uska pati hume dekh liya tha, isliye badli [She didn’t switch her seat on purpose... her husband saw us, that’s why she moved]."

ChaCha couldn’t stop laughing, continuing to tease Javed.

ChaCha: (still laughing) "Tu waise hi sapne dekhta reh [Keep dreaming]."

Javed, growing more frustrated, continued to defend himself.

Javed: (annoyed) "Chup kar ChaCha... woh bhi mujhe chahti thi... uska pati beech mein aa gaya, warna... [Shut up, ChaCha... she wanted me too... her husband got in the way, or else...]"

ChaCha couldn’t stop laughing at Javed’s frustration.

ChaCha: (mocking him) "Warna kya? Tu toh aise baat kar raha hai jaise woh abhi tere liye bhaag ke aayegi [Or else what? You’re talking like she’s going to come running to you]."

As ChaCha bent over, clutching his stomach from laughing so hard, Javed tapped his back and pointed ahead. Both of them froze in awe as they saw Ganga walking toward them, having come out of the same exit they had taken. They watched her, their eyes wide in disbelief, as she passed them without so much as a glance, heading toward the lady’s washroom.

ChaCha, still catching his breath, smirked.

ChaCha: "Dekha? Teri heroine hume bhaav bhi nahi de rahi hai [See? Your heroine isn’t even paying attention to us]."

Javed, anger boiling over, growled.

Javed: "Chalo, usko sabak sikhate hai [Come on, let’s teach her a lesson]."

Both of them walked toward the entrance of the lady’s toilet, positioning themselves on either side of the door—Javed to the left, and ChaCha to the right. They stood there, waiting, their faces smug with confidence as if they had Ganga trapped.

A few moments later, Ganga approached the door. Srinu watched the video intensely, expecting her to show signs of fear or call for help. But instead, Ganga stopped near the door, locking eyes with Javed and ChaCha, her expression calm, almost daring. Javed and ChaCha exchanged gleeful smirks and gave each other a low high-five, feeling triumphant.

But what happened next left Javed, ChaCha, and Srinu—all speechless. Without hesitation, Ganga took a bold step forward, maneuvering through the narrow space between the two men. In doing so, she pressed her boobs against Javed’s chest, facing straight into his face moving her lips closely with javed's lips and pressing her ass hard against ChaCha’s penis. The moment was shockingly intimate, and yet, Ganga maintained eye contact with both of them, completely unfazed.
[video=vimeo]https://www.redgifs.com/wat[/video]



Javed and ChaCha stood there, stunned, their smug expressions wiped away. They exchanged bewildered glances, unsure of what had just happened. Ganga turned to them, smiled ever so slightly, and walked away.


 
It took Javed and ChaCha a moment to snap out of their shock, but once they did, they immediately followed her, clearly not wanting the interaction to end there.

As they trailed behind her, ChaCha, unable to contain himself, commented with excitement.

ChaCha: "Javed, dekh kaise apni gaand hilate hue chal rahi hai [Look at how she’s shaking her ass as she walks]."



Javed: (grinning) "Haan... agar thoda aur hilati, toh aur accha hota [Yeah, if she shook it a little more, it would’ve been even better]."

Hearing their crude comments, Ganga subtly turned her head in their direction and, as if to respond, exaggerated her walk into a catwalk, making her hips sway even more provocatively.



Both Javed and ChaCha were left speechless once again as they watched her enter the theater room.

Srinu, watching the entire sequence in the video, was frozen in his chair, his mind racing with questions. "Is she encouraging them?" he wondered. "Did she intentionally sandwich herself between them, or was it the only way to get through?" The more he thought about it, the more confused he became.

"Why didn’t she call for help at the lady’s toilet?" he asked himself, feeling the weight of disbelief. "Why didn’t she use the restroom on my side of the theater?"

Srinu’s mind was spinning. Ganga’s actions didn’t fit the narrative he had been telling himself. Everything he thought he knew seemed to be unraveling, leaving him with a deeper sense of unease.

Srinu watched the video intently, feeling a mix of emotions—shock, confusion, and a rising sense of disbelief. Ganga had entered the theater room, followed closely by Javed and ChaCha. She quietly returned to the seat she had previously switched with Srinu, sitting down as if nothing had happened. Javed and ChaCha took their seats as well, with one empty seat separating Ganga from Javed. Srinu could see Ganga ignoring them, her eyes focused on the movie screen, as if trying to shut them out.

Meanwhile, Javed and ChaCha, still dazed by what had happened outside the theater, exchanged glances, trying to process Ganga’s behavior—the way she had walked between them, that sly smile, her catwalk. ChaCha, unable to contain himself, spoke softly to Javed.

ChaCha: (with a smirk) "Dekh re Javed, teri heroine kaise khamosh baithi hai... jaise kuch hua hi nahi [Look, Javed, your heroine is sitting there quietly, as if nothing happened]."

Javed: (frowning in confusion) "Haan ChaCha, mujhe bhi kuch samajh nahi aa raha hai [Yeah, ChaCha, I don’t understand either]."

ChaCha leaned in closer to Javed, lowering his voice as he shared his twisted view.

ChaCha: (in a low voice) "Mujhe pata hai, Javed... yeh bade ghar ki ladkiyan bahar randi banke rehti hain, aur ghar ke andar achhi patni ka naatak karti hain [I know, Javed... these girls from rich families act like whores outside but pretend to be good wives at home]."

Although ChaCha had spoken softly, Ganga clearly heard what he said. Srinu saw her face darken with anger as she reached into her bag and pulled out her phone. Seeing this, Javed whispered to ChaCha, a hint of worry in his voice.

Javed: (with concern) "Arey ChaCha, usne tumhari gaali sun li hai... shayad apne pati ko phone kar rahi hai [Hey ChaCha, I think she heard your insult... maybe she’s calling her husband]."

ChaCha, now a bit nervous, watched Ganga closely. But to their relief, Ganga dialed a number and said into the phone, "Hello, Priya."

ChaCha: (exhaling in relief) "Abey Javed... wo apni dost ko phone kar rahi hai... kal pehli mujhe darwa diya [Hey Javed... she’s calling her friend... she scared me for a second]."

Both Javed and ChaCha listened intently as Ganga spoke to Priya. Her voice was calm, but her words cut deep as she talked on the phone, clearly making a point about them.

Ganga (on the phone): "Yes, Priya, we came to watch the movie."

There was a pause as Priya replied, and then Ganga continued, her tone more pointed.

Ganga: "Yeah, the movie is good, but there’s too much nuisance around."

Javed and ChaCha exchanged uneasy glances, knowing that Ganga was referring to them.

Ganga: (laughing slightly) "Yeah, there are some chapri people in the theater, too, making a nuisance and disturbing everyone."

The words hit Javed and ChaCha hard. Srinu could see their expressions change as they realized she had just called them "chapri." The humiliation was palpable.

Ganga: "I don’t understand why the theater management allows low-class people into the theater rooms."

As she said this, Ganga looked directly at Javed and ChaCha, laughing on the phone with Priya. Javed and ChaCha looked down, feeling embarrassed and small. Srinu, watching this unfold, felt a sense of satisfaction seeing them belittled. But that satisfaction was short-lived.

Ganga’s laughter soon faded, replaced by an expression of guilt and remorse. Srinu immediately understood why. He knew Ganga’s kind-hearted nature—she couldn’t stand to see someone in pain, especially if she was the cause. It was clear to him that she felt bad about how her words had hurt Javed and ChaCha, despite their inappropriate behavior.

Ganga continued talking to Priya for a few more minutes, this time avoiding any more comments about Javed and ChaCha. She ended the phone call and quietly put her phone back in her bag. Srinu watched as Javed and ChaCha exchanged disappointed looks.

ChaCha: (with a sad face) "Dekha, Javed? Teri heroine hume bhikari bol rahi hai [See, Javed? Your heroine just called us beggars]."

Javed: (sighing in defeat) "Udaas mat ho, ChaCha... yeh bade ghar ke log aise hi hote hain... bas dukh is baat ka hai ki maine kabhi nahi socha tha meri heroine bhi aisi hogi [Don’t be sad, ChaCha... rich people are always like this... I just never thought my heroine would be like this]."

Srinu zoomed in on Ganga’s face in the video when Javed looked at her. He noticed her expression—filled with guilt and remorse. Her conscience was clearly weighing on her.

ChaCha, trying to console Javed, spoke softly.

ChaCha: "Koi baat nahi, Javed... agar yeh heroine tumhare paas nahi baithna chahti, toh hum koi dusri dhoond lenge [It’s okay, Javed... if this heroine doesn’t want to sit with you, we’ll find another one]."

Srinu’s focus remained on Ganga’s face. To his surprise, her expression shifted again—this time to something that resembled jealousy. When ChaCha mentioned finding another girl, it was as if Ganga felt a pang of possessiveness.

Javed: (resigned, but hopeful) "Haan ChaCha... chalo koi aur seat dhoondte hain [Yeah, ChaCha... let’s find another seat]."

Both Javed and ChaCha stood up, ready to leave. But before they could take more than a few steps, they heard a noise behind them. They turned around to see what had caused the sound, and to their astonishment, they saw Ganga sitting back in her original seat beside Javed.

They both froze, staring at her in confusion. "Why did she come back?" Srinu thought to himself, just as perplexed as Javed and ChaCha. Ganga sat there, looking down at the floor, but from the corner of her eye, she was glancing at Javed and ChaCha, checking their reactions.

Both men sat back down, still in disbelief.

ChaCha: (whispering to Javed, confused) "Arey Javed, yeh kya kar rahi hai... phir se apni seat pe aa gayi [Javed, what is she doing... she came back to her seat again]."

Javed: (feeling hopeful) "Mujhe lagta hai... wo mere saath baithna chahti hai [I think she wants to sit with me]."

ChaCha: (with a disappointed sigh) "Sapne dekhna band kar... abhi tak suna nahi hai wo kya bol rahi thi [Stop dreaming... didn’t you hear what she said about us?]."

The two men continued discussing in whispers, trying to make sense of why Ganga had returned to her original seat. Meanwhile, Ganga pretended not to hear them, her gaze still fixed on the floor, but Srinu could see her discreetly glancing at them from the corner of her eye.

The situation left Srinu more confused than ever. "Why did she move back?" he wondered. "Was it guilt, or something else?"


Javed and ChaCha were still deep in their argument about why Ganga had returned to her original seat.

Javed: (with a smug grin) "ChaCha, main sapne nahi dekh raha, mujhe lagta hai wo mere saath hi baithna chahti hai [ChaCha, I’m not dreaming, I think she wants to sit with me]."

ChaCha: (skeptical, raising an eyebrow) "Javed, tu pagal ho gaya hai kya? [Javed, have you gone mad?]"

Javed: (confidently) "Nahi ChaCha, tum dekh lena, wo mere saath hi baithne wali hai [No, ChaCha, you’ll see. She’s going to stay next to me]."

ChaCha: (challenging him) "Tu bhi dekh lena... uska pati wapas aane ke baad, wo phir se apni seat change kar legi [You’ll see... once her husband returns, she’ll switch seats again]."

Javed: (grinning, leaning in for a bet) "Accha, chalo bet lagate hain... mera bet hai ki uska pati aane ke baad bhi, wo mere saath hi baithegi [Okay, let’s bet... I bet that even after her husband comes back, she’ll stay next to me]."

ChaCha: (laughing, but accepting the challenge) "Chalo, bet lagate hain... uska pati aane ke baad, wo apni seat wapas badal legi [Alright, let's bet... after her husband returns, she’ll switch back to her seat]."

The two men sat back, waiting eagerly to see who would win the bet. They didn’t have to wait long. Srinu saw himself appear in the video, standing at the end of the row, holding drinks and popcorn with a surprised expression, staring at Ganga, now back in her original seat next to Javed. The surprise was clear on Srinu’s face, and Javed and ChaCha pretended as though nothing had happened.

In the video, Srinu approached Ganga and sat down beside her, his face still showing confusion.

Srinu (in the video): (leaning in, softly but curiously) "What happened? Is everything okay? Why are you sitting in that seat again?"

Ganga turned her head to her right to face Srinu. Both Javed and ChaCha were holding their breath, eagerly waiting for her reply. The tension was thick.

Ganga (in the video): (her tone casual, with a light air) "Oh, nothing. Your seat was uncomfortable."

Srinu, visibly puzzled, looked away, turning his gaze back to the movie screen. But what he hadn’t noticed was the commotion starting to unfold to Ganga’s left. Javed was quietly celebrating his victory over ChaCha, gloating about having won the bet. ChaCha, though he had lost the bet, was surprisingly not upset; in fact, he seemed pleased that Ganga had decided to sit back on their side.

Javed, on the other hand, was over the moon. A beautiful woman was sitting right beside him, and he was basking in the triumph of his win. Srinu, in the video, was oblivious to their celebration, but Ganga wasn’t. She turned her head to her left, catching sight of Javed and ChaCha’s muted celebration. At that moment, all three—Ganga, Javed, and ChaCha—locked eyes.

Then, it happened. Srinu, watching intently, saw Ganga flash a mischievous smile at them—a smile he had never seen her give to strangers before.



The smile was subtle but unmistakable, and it sent a wave of confusion through Srinu as he sat at his desk, watching the screen.

Srinu (thinking to himself, full of doubt and confusion): "Why did she smile at them like that? Was she indirectly telling them she moved back because they wanted her to sit beside them? 

Just as Srinu’s mind raced for answers, something unexpected happened—the screen froze. Ganga’s mischievous smile lingered on the monitor, unmoving, as if someone had paused the video. Frustration surged through Srinu as he checked to see if he had accidentally paused the footage, only to realize that the video had only been recovered up to that point. The rest of the video was still pending recovery.

Srinu (shouting in frustration): "No! Why now?"

He slammed his fist on the keyboard in a mix of anger and helplessness, the unanswered questions swirling in his head. He had come so close to finding out more, but now he had to wait—again—for the video to be fully restored. His heart was racing, his mind clouded with doubts, and the image of Ganga’s smile was burned into his memory.

Srinu was deeply disappointed and conflicted by Ganga’s confusing behavior. Her mischievous smile at Javed and ChaCha, combined with her decision to return to her original seat beside Javed, left him questioning everything. He couldn't understand if she was playing along with their advances or if there was another explanation. Just as he thought he might get more answers, the video froze, leaving him stuck with incomplete information. The fact that the rest of the footage hadn’t been fully recovered only fueled his frustration, knowing he’d have to wait until tomorrow to see more. Exhausted from the emotional turmoil and unanswered questions, Srinu eventually fell asleep in his chair, the weight of his doubts lingering.

[kk007007]

Awesome, is chacha recording the whole thing for nearly three hours or is it srinu doing the recording as everything looks from the srinu point of view

I knew this would happen..

Writing multiple POV's is nightmare especially when you have to write same person POV from past and present at the same time.

1) All the videos are recorded by chacha ..

2) Srinu is watching these video.. he can see himself from the past.

3) no it is not single video 3 hrs long.. there are multiple videos as mentioned.. read it again you might have skipped it.

[kk007007]

No doubt!
You are a legendary story writer.

Now you made me to wait till the next update which I don’t know.

Oh man! Hats off to you…

Hi Kk,

What an exquisite episode! Your attention to details is uncanny especially considering so many different nuances that you have to account for.

Also appreciate your effort with the English language in keeping up the characters to continue to convey their natural behavior…Ganga bubbly and cheerful…Shrinu suspicious and agitated, this is really difficult when one is writing a long story.

Please keep up the good work…your writing skills are adorable. The graphics were totally relevant to the scene you were narrating.

Please, please, please don’t turn Srinivas into a cuckold….I and many, many other readers are looking for a different genre in this story.

Thanks for putting so much effort into this episode, it was worth the wait. Already looking forward to the next episode. Thanks.
Intrepid

yr): yr):