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Rabbit Hole

Srinu sat cursing at his PC, frustrated by the slow recovery of the videos. The ETA still showed two more days for the complete recovery, leaving him no choice but to wait. Feeling defeated, he walked out of his office and headed upstairs to the bedroom. Quietly, he slipped into bed beside Ganga. She instinctively cuddled up to him, her head resting on his chest, still fast asleep. As he gazed down at her, Srinu couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked—her soft, cherry-red lips were inviting even in her sleep.


Without thinking, his head leaned toward hers, and he softly kissed her lips. To his surprise, her lips subtly moved, responding to his kiss even in her slumber. For a brief moment, he felt drawn to her, but then the memory of her lie from earlier that day came rushing back. His anger surged, and he pulled back, closing his eyes in frustration.

"Let me get the proof I need," he thought to himself, his mind still consumed by suspicion. "Then I'll show her." With these thoughts swirling in his head, Srinu slowly drifted off to sleep, his emotions a volatile mix of love, anger, and doubt.

In the morning, everything seemed normal. Srinu followed his usual routine of getting ready for the office, while Ganga prepared lunch for him. He took the lunch she packed and rode off on his bike. However, instead of heading straight to work, Srinu circled back to the end of their street and carefully made his way behind their house, parking his bike and hiding in some bushes by the compound wall. From this hidden spot, he had a full view of the house. Although he had already placed spy cameras, he wanted to catch Ganga in the act himself, especially if she was meeting with the autowala.

He crouched patiently, waiting to see if something unusual would happen. Soon enough, the milkman arrived. Srinu watched as the milkman knocked on the door, and Ganga opened it with her usual warm smile. They exchanged their formal greetings, and Ganga held out a bowl for the milk. As the milkman began pouring, Srinu noticed something odd—he was slowly bending down as he poured, forcing Ganga to bend down too. Srinu immediately knew what the milkman was doing.

"You slimy old man," Srinu thought angrily, his blood boiling. He clenched his fists, ready to leap over the compound wall and confront the milkman. The situation intensified as Ganga’s pallu slipped from her shoulder, revealing her cleavage. 



Srinu's anger surged, and he was just about to jump over the wall and beat the milkman senseless.

But then, something unexpected happened. Ganga, with a seemingly innocent face, noticed her pallu had fallen and asked the milkman to put it back on her shoulder. Srinu froze in disbelief, watching as the milkman, eyes glued to her cleavage, happily obliged. The milkman lifted the pallu and gently placed it back over Ganga’s shoulder, all while taking in the view. Ganga smiled and thanked him, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Before leaving, the milkman uttered the same strange phrase as the day before, "...ganj ka...ni," to which Ganga responded with another smile.

As the milkman walked away and Ganga went back inside the house, Srinu remained hidden, stunned by what he had just witnessed. His mind raced. "How could she behave like this around the milkman? And what the hell did he say to her before leaving?" He couldn’t make sense of it. Was Ganga playing some kind of game, or was there more to this interaction than he could understand?

Minutes passed as Srinu stood behind the wall, still replaying what the old milkman had said to Ganga. His mind raced, trying to figure out the meaning behind the strange phrase. Just then, another knock on the door echoed through the silence. Srinu watched intently as Ganga opened the door, and this time, it was the waterboy.

He saw Ganga head inside to fetch the matka, and as she came back, carrying it on her waist, Srinu noticed something unsettling—Ganga and the waterboy exchanged shy glances. 



A pang of suspicion hit him hard as he kept watching, trying to make sense of their body language.

After the waterboy finished pouring the water, Ganga took the matka inside. But just before she left, the waterboy asked, "Madam, ek glass pani milega?" [Madam, can I get a glass of water?] Srinu could see Ganga bring him a glass of water, but what really caught his attention was how the waterboy deliberately touched her fingers while taking the glass from her. Even more shocking for Srinu was that Ganga seemed to reciprocate the touch when she took the glass back from him.

Before leaving, the waterboy uttered the same phrase that the milkman had said earlier, "...ganj ka...ni" [a phrase he couldn't fully understand], and once again, Ganga responded with a smile. Srinu watched, his anger rising to a boiling point.

As the waterboy left and Ganga returned inside the house, Srinu muttered furiously under his breath, "What a whore! Touching the waterboy’s hand and making the milkman touch her pallu. Why is she doing this? Is she fucking them as well? How was I so ignorant all these days?" He seethed with frustration, the questions piling up in his mind, but the one that gnawed at him the most was, "What the hell were they saying to her before they left?"

Srinu stood hidden in the bushes, his mind racing with questions. "How long has this been going on?" he thought to himself, his frustration growing. He wanted to burst into the house and confront Ganga, demand answers, but he knew it would be pointless without solid proof. He needed more than what he had seen so far, so he controlled his anger and waited for the autowala.

Hours passed, but there was no sign of the autowala. Srinu watched Ganga as she went about her usual daily chores, but the absence of the autowala only added to his confusion. He glanced at his watch—it was already noon. Feeling frustrated, he pulled out his phone and saw several messages from his office. Realizing there was no point in waiting any longer, he decided to leave.

As he walked towards his bike, his mind kept racing, "Why didn't the autowala come today?" He couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. With these lingering thoughts, he rode off to his office, still seeking answers.

Srinu reached his office and went into his cabin, unable to shake the thoughts consuming him. He paced around the room, his mind swirling with questions about Ganga’s sudden, strange behavior. "What’s going on with her? Why is she behaving like this? When did she change?" His thoughts jumped back to the attack. "Did something happen after that? While I was in the hospital for three weeks?" Even more confusing was the fact that she had been acting perfectly normal while he was recovering in the hospital and after he came home. It was only in the last few days that her behavior had started to change.

The more he thought about it, the clearer it became that there were two mysteries at hand: one in the present with Ganga and the autowala, and one in the past with Ganga, Javed, and ChaCha. He had a gut feeling that somehow these two mysteries were linked, but he couldn’t yet see how.

Srinu sat down in his chair, thinking about how to solve both. For the first mystery—Ganga and the autowala—he decided to follow the autowala the next time he came to their house. He needed to see where they went and what they did. As for the second mystery—Ganga and what happened with Javed and ChaCha—he realized he had no other choice but to wait until the recovery software finished retrieving all the videos from the phone. That would give him the answers he needed.

He looked at his watch, counting down the hours until 5 p.m., anxious to get home and check on the progress of the video recovery. His mind raced with all the possibilities, wondering what kind of secrets might be hidden in those videos.

"How deep is this rabbit hole?" he thought to himself, as the clock ticked slowly, with his suspicions growing by the minute.

[kk007007]

What are those mysterious words?

exactly

[kk007007]

KK.. where are you bro... weekend is upon us and we're waiting to see the true colors of Ganga!!

Atleast let us know if update is coming or not or any tentative date/day. So that we won't live in false hopes !!!

You don't owe us a thing but promising to upload story every weekend and then not doing it and leaving us all hanging is a disservice to the readers who were in love with your creation.

Guys when ever you dont find updates for a long time.. understand that i'm on work weeks.. 

Like i already explained i work on hybrid model.. some weeks i work from home n others from office.. 

So, even if I don't give any heads up.. Consider that I am on my work weeks.

Don't get discouraged my fellow perverts

you may be few who are left still reading this story but you are dedicated and I appreciate it.

cheers

[kk007007]

Calm before the storm?

As soon as the clock hit 5 p.m., Srinu rushed home, his mind racing with thoughts of the recovered videos. Ganga opened the door, but Srinu was already halfway to his room.


Ganga (playfully concerned): "What's the hurry? At least freshen up first!"

Srinu (grumbling): "Uh, yeah... I’ll go freshen up."

Reluctantly, he headed upstairs, changed, and splashed some water on his face. When he came back down, his eyes were fixed on the door to his office room, but before he could enter, Ganga caught his hand.

Ganga (curious and slightly concerned): "You've just come from the office, and now you're heading into your room again? What’s wrong with you? You’ve been spending so much time alone in there these days."

Srinu (fumbling nervously): "Ah... I... I had some work left from today, so I was..."

Ganga (interrupting, slightly playful but firm): "It’s always about work! When will you spend time with your wife?"

She pulled him to the sofa and made him sit down. Then, she went into the kitchen and returned with two cups of hot coffee.

Ganga (smiling): "Here, have some coffee. Let’s watch something together, just like old times."

Srinu (thinking to himself): "Why does she act so innocent? Does she not realize what I know?"

As Srinu took the coffee from her, memories of her touching the waterboy’s fingers flashed in his mind. The image of her pallu dropping in front of the milkman added fuel to his growing anxiety. He tried to focus on the TV, but his mind kept drifting.

After watching a couple of episodes, Ganga got up to prepare dinner. Srinu saw this as his opportunity to sneak into his room.

Srinu (thinking): "Now’s my chance..."

But he hesitated, worried Ganga might come looking for him.

Srinu (frustrated, whispering to himself): "What if she checks on me? I can’t afford to raise any suspicions."

He clenched his fists, trying to calm his nerves. Deciding it was best to wait until she went to bed, he forced himself to stay put.

Srinu (whispering in impatience): "Just a little longer... once she’s asleep, I’ll get the answers I need."

Ganga and Srinu had dinner while watching TV, as usual. Afterward, they both headed to bed. Srinu lay beside her, waiting patiently, pretending to fall asleep. Once he was sure that Ganga was sound asleep, he carefully slipped out of bed, tiptoeing his way downstairs to his office.

He quickly logged into the computer, where the recovery software was still running. Srinu’s heart raced as he saw that another 33% of data had been recovered, bringing the total recovery to 66%. He navigated back to the same folder containing the video files and clicked on the video that had been stuck last time—where Ganga had given Javed and Chacha that mischievous smile.

Srinu (thinking): "Let’s see what happens next..."

He clicked the resume button, and the video started playing right from where it had stopped last time. Srinu watched as Ganga, after smiling at Javed and Chacha’s celebration, turned her head toward him as he handed her the popcorn and drink. She took the popcorn with her left hand and placed her drink in the cupholder attached to the armrest between her and Srinu.

The lights in the theater dimmed once again as the second half of the movie began. Srinu noticed that he, in the video, seemed more alert now compared to the first half. He could see his past self glancing over his left shoulder regularly, as if checking on why Ganga had chosen to sit back in her original seat beside Javed.

Srinu (thinking, frustrated): "I remember this part... I was so confused that night, wondering why she went back to sit next to Javed."

He could see himself in the video, tense and wary, keeping an eye on Ganga and the men beside her, but trying not to make it obvious.

Srinu continued watching the video, his eyes wide with disbelief as the scene unfolded. A few minutes into the second half of the movie, Srinu and Ganga were casually having their popcorn and drinks. Srinu saw his past self on the screen, doing something playful, like a romantic couple would. He waited for Ganga to take a sip of her drink and place it back in the cupholder between them. Just as she was about to do so, Srinu moved his hand to grab her drink, but Ganga dodged him just in time, saving her drink with a playful smile.

Ganga (playfully, with a teasing smile): "Better luck next time."

Srinu (disappointed but playing along): "I just want to drink your juices, baby."

Ganga leaned in closer to him, her smile turning more mischievous.

Ganga (with a wink): "To do that, you'll have to wait till tonight."



Srinu (grinning): "Oh, I will, baby. I will."

They both turned back to the movie, but Srinu couldn’t help but notice how Ganga’s smile lingered as she took small sips of her drink.

In the video, Javed and Chacha, overhearing their conversation, exchanged glances. Javed gave Chacha a subtle signal, and Srinu saw Chacha lean over to say something, just loud enough for Ganga to hear.

Chacha (in a low, teasing voice): "Javed miya, kya tumhari heroine apni juices hume bhi peene degi?" [Javed, will your heroine let us drink her juices too?]

Javed (smugly, responding to Chacha): "Kya pata, chacha. Aaj raat shayad uske pati ki jagah hume hi mil jaye." [Who knows, Chacha. Maybe tonight, we'll get to drink instead of her husband.]

Srinu, watching the video, felt his stomach churn. Ganga’s response—or lack thereof—was unnerving. Instead of reacting with anger or disgust, she turned and looked at Javed and Chacha with an expression that seemed more like curiosity than rejection, almost as if she were questioning them silently, 

"Will you drink my juices?"



Srinu (muttering to himself): "What the hell...? Why didn’t she react?!"

He continued watching, his insides twisting. Ganga turned her head back toward the movie, finishing her drink casually. Srinu saw the moment when Ganga was about to place her empty cup in the cupholder between them, but at the same time, Srinu also moved to put his drink in the holder. Their drinks collided with a small clanking sound.

Ganga (with a soft laugh): "Oh, sorry Srinu, go ahead and put your drink there. I'll put mine in the other one."

Srinu watched with growing discomfort as Ganga casually placed her finished drink in the cupholder between her and Javed instead. But what really caught his attention was the glance she gave Javed from the corner of her eye as she did it.

Srinu (thinking to himself): "Did she really just put her drink there because my cupholder was occupied, or because of what Javed and Chacha said about wanting to drink her juices?"

The moment Ganga placed her cup, Javed immediately grabbed it, but before he could take a sip, Chacha stopped him, and the two began playfully fighting over who would get to taste her drink first. Srinu watched the video, feeling his anger rise as Ganga giggled at their antics.



Srinu (muttering furiously under his breath): "What a whore! What an absolute fucking whore!"

Javed finally won the playful battle and began licking the rim of Ganga’s cup, as if savoring the spot where her lips had touched. Srinu saw Ganga glance at Javed, watching as he slurped the last drops of her drink like it was nectar. She even stole a glance at Chacha, who sat in disappointment, asking Javed to leave him a few drops.

Srinu (disgusted, muttering): "She’s enjoying this... she’s actually enjoying this...!"

His hands clenched into fists as he watched the scene unfold, unable to reconcile what he was seeing with the Ganga he thought he knew. The sight of Javed licking the cup and Ganga’s subtle reactions left him more confused and enraged than ever.

In the video, Javed, after drinking Ganga's drink, placed it back in the cupholder between him and Ganga. Chacha elbowed Javed, visibly frustrated.

Chacha (angrily): "Abbey Javed, pura tune hi peeliya! Mujhe bhi thoda peene dete!" [You drank the whole thing! You should’ve let me have some too!]

Javed (smirking): "Chacha, wo meri heroine hai. Wo mujhe peene ke liye diya, tumhe nahi." [Chacha, she's my heroine. She gave it for me to drink, not you.]

Chacha, feeling left out, shot back with a dismissive tone.

Chacha (annoyed): "Wo drink tujhe nahi diya! Drink rakhne ke liye jagah nahi thi, isliye tujhe mila." [She didn’t give it to you. She just had no place to put it.]

Javed (teasing): "Chacha, tum jal rahe ho ki mere paas heroine hai aur tumhare paas nahi hai." [Chacha, you’re just jealous because I have a heroine and you don’t.]

Chacha, trying to save face, retorted sarcastically.

Chacha (mocking): "Teri heroine kaisi hai? Wo tumhe chhune bhi nahi deti!" [What kind of heroine is she? She won’t even let you touch her!]

Javed, to protect his pride, turned serious.

Javed (defiantly): "Accha, main tumhe dikhata hoon ki wo meri heroine hai." [Fine, I’ll show you that she’s my heroine.]

Then, Javed began moving toward Ganga to touch his shoulder to hers.

Srinu, watching the video in the present, noticed something—his past self, sitting beside Ganga, was more alert now. Every time Javed tried to move closer to Ganga, Srinu (in the past) turned his head toward them, stopping Javed from making any moves. Chacha, meanwhile, was being careful while recording the video.

Javed (in the video, frustrated, turning to Chacha): "Abbey yaar, uska chu... pati is taraf hi dekh raha hai." [Man, her damn husband keeps looking this way.]

Chacha was about to respond when something caught his eye. He peeked over Javed’s right shoulder with wide eyes and signaled for Javed to look to his right. Javed turned and saw something that made him grin: Ganga’s hand was back on the armrest.

Javed (happily to Chacha): "Dekha, Chacha?" [See, Chacha?]

Javed wasted no time and moved his right hand onto the armrest, relishing the feel of Ganga’s soft skin.

Srinu (in the present, shouting angrily at the screen): "Why did she put her hand back on the armrest? Is she helping him touch her? That bitch!"

In the video, Javed enjoyed the contact for a few seconds before Srinu (in the past) turned his head again, forcing Javed to pull his hand away. This pattern repeated a few more times, each time Javed was forced to retreat as Srinu turned toward them.

Srinu (in the present, muttering): "At least I denied him the pleasure of touching her for long."

But the relief was short-lived. In the video, Javed turned to Chacha for help.

Javed (whispering urgently to Chacha): "Yaar Chacha, uske pati ko dekhte rehna. Jab wo is taraf dekhega, mujhe batana. Theek hai?" [Chacha, keep an eye on her husband. Let me know when he looks this way.]

Chacha nodded in agreement, and with Chacha watching Srinu, Javed was now able to touch Ganga's hand without much interruption. In the present, Srinu's anger built up.

Srinu (muttering furiously): "Why isn't she reacting? Why isn’t she moving her hand away like before? Why isn't she telling me, sitting right next to her?"

The video continued with Javed enjoying the contact, while Chacha kept lookout. But there came a moment when Chacha, distracted with adjusting his lungi and rubbing his own penis, failed to watch Srinu. Srinu in the video was about to turn his head toward Javed, ready to catch him touching Ganga’s hand.

Srinu (in the present, watching intently): "Now, I’ll catch you, you bastard!"

But what happened next stunned Srinu in the present.

Just as Srinu (in the past) was about to turn his head, At that exact moment, Ganga took her pallu with her right hand, wiped her mouth to clean the popcorn salt off her face, and casually dropped her pallu. The fabric fell onto her left hand, which was resting on the armrest between her and Javed. Her pallu ended up covering both her hand and Javed’s hand.

Srinu (in the present, shouting in disbelief and anger, wanting to punch the screen): "Did she do this on purpose? Is she helping him touch her? That bitch!"

The pallu now acted as a cover, hiding the contact between Javed’s hand and Ganga’s. Srinu (in the past) turned his head back to the movie, unaware of what was happening under the cover of Ganga’s saree.

Srinu (in the present, furious): "She's hiding it... she's covering it up?? Why isn’t she stopping him? She’s letting this happen! And I’m sitting right there! Why?!"

As Srinu wondered whether Ganga had intentionally dropped her pallu over the armrest. Meanwhile, in the video, Javed and Chacha were equally amused. They exchanged smug looks and wicked smiles, realizing what had just happened. The pallu covering both hands gave Javed the freedom to enjoy touching Ganga’s hand without any worry of being caught.

Srinu's eyes stayed locked on the screen as he watched Javed delicately rubbing his hand against Ganga's under the soft cover of her pallu. Javed’s movements were slow and careful, as if savoring every second of contact. His fingertips brushed lightly against her skin, exploring the smooth surface of her hand, rubbing his own skin against hers with a subtle, teasing motion. Each gentle brush of his hand sent a wave of satisfaction through Javed’s face, his wicked smile growing wider as he continued.

Srinu (watching the video, his hands clenched into fists): "Why isn’t she moving her hand away?"

Meanwhile, Ganga was doing everything she could to keep her composure. She sat completely still, her body tense, her face a mask of calm as she focused on the movie in front of her. But Srinu, watching the video, could see the slight tremble in her hand and the way her lips pressed together as if she was holding back some internal conflict. Her breathing had quickened, but she was trying desperately to make it seem normal.

Meanwhile, Chacha, sitting next to Javed, His right hand moved under his lungi, rubbing his erect penis through the cloth with slow, steady strokes.

Javed, noticing that Ganga was not resisting or moving her hand away, felt emboldened and wanted more than just the subtle touch they were sharing. Slowly, he lifted his hand slightly above hers, intending to slide his fingers over her soft, delicate ones, tracing the smooth surface of her palm. Ganga became aware of his intentions; her breathing grew heavier as she glanced at Javed from the corner of her eye. The tension between them was palpable.

As Javed was about to make contact, aiming to grasp her palm more fully, an unexpected interruption occurred. Suddenly, everyone around them began to stand up as the national anthem played as part of a pivotal movie scene. All three—Javed, ChaCha, and Ganga—were taken by surprise. Javed and ChaCha quickly halted their actions, attempting to appear inconspicuous.

Srinu, watching the video in the present, saw his past self being the first to rise from his seat out of respect for the national anthem. In the video, Ganga remained seated momentarily, trying to steady her emotions and regain composure. Srinu (in the past) turned to her with a gentle urgency.

Srinu (in the video, softly urging): "Get up, baby! It's our national anthem."

Ganga nodded, her face reflecting a mix of emotions, and began to prepare to stand. Meanwhile, Javed and ChaCha remained seated, blatantly ignoring the anthem. Srinu, watching this in the video, recalled how lowly he thought of them at that moment.

As Ganga placed her popcorn bucket aside and stood up, she inadvertently forgot that her phone was resting on her lap. As she rose, the phone slipped and fell to the floor with a soft thud.

Ganga (surprised, whispering to herself): "Oh no!"

Instinctively, she bent down to retrieve it. Due to her petite stature, when she bent over, her hips were at the perfect height, directly in front of Javed's seated face. Javed couldn't believe his luck; it was as if fate had handed him a moment he'd only dreamed of. His eyes widened, and a sly grin spread across his face.

Javed (in his mind, overjoyed): "Is this really happening? Thank you, God!"

Seizing the moment, Javed leaned in ever so slightly, bringing his face closer to Ganga's form. His nose brushed gently against the fabric of her saree covering her ass. He took a deep, deliberate breath, attempting to inhale her scent as much as possible.

Ganga, in that instant, felt the faint touch of Javed's nose against her. Realization struck her like lightning. Her eyes widened, and a flush of shock and embarrassment washed over her. She quickly grabbed her phone and stood upright, stepping slightly forward to create distance.

Javed, caught in his own moment of twisted bliss, leaned back into his seat, his eyes closed, an expression of utter satisfaction on his face—as if he'd just experienced something heavenly. His lips curled into a self-satisfied smile.

Srinu, watching this unfold on the video, felt a surge of intense anger rise within him. In the present, he was biting down on his hand, his nails digging into his palm to suppress the scream of rage threatening to escape.

Srinu (in the present, seething): "That despicable creep! How dare he!"

Meanwhile, ChaCha, still seated next to Javed in the video, was fuming for entirely different reasons. He had witnessed Javed's audacious act and was consumed with jealousy and frustration.

ChaCha (furiously elbowing Javed): "Utho [Get up], benchod, muje chhod ke tu akle maze le raha hai! [You’re enjoying alone without me!]"

Javed (irritated, opening his eyes slowly): "Kya chacha... tik se maze bhi nahi lene dete ho! [What, ChaCha... you don't even let me enjoy properly!]"

ChaCha (still angry, but pleading): "Muje bhi uski gaand sungna hai. Chalo seats badalte hain! [I want to smell her ass too. Come on, let's switch seats!]"

Javed (mocking ChaCha): "Meh apni seat nahi dunga, wo meri heroine hai. Wo kyu tume apni gaand sungne degi? [I won't give up my seat, she’s my heroine. Why would she let you smell her ass?]"

ChaCha (letting go of his anger, pleading even more): "Please Javed, muje bhi sungna hai. Tumhari seat muje de de! [Please, Javed, I want to smell it too. Give me your seat!]"

Javed (looking at ChaCha's desperate face, thinking): "Abey Chacha, agar meh seat dunga bhi toh iska kya guarantee hai wo phir se jhukegi? [Even if I give you my seat, what’s the guarantee that she’ll bend over again?]"

ChaCha (determined, nodding confidently): "Wo baat muje pe chhod de, meh dua karunga ki wo phir se jhuke! [Leave that to me, I’ll pray to god to make her bend over again!]"

ChaCha kept pleading with Javed for his seat, his desperation clear in his voice, but Javed stubbornly refused to switch.

ChaCha (pleading): "Javed, please yaar! Muje bhi ek baar... [Let me just once...]"

Javed (smugly): "Nahi, chacha. Mera seat nahi milega. [No, ChaCha. You won't get my seat.]"

Frustrated and realizing Javed wouldn’t budge, ChaCha clasped his hands together and began silently praying to God for Ganga to bend over again.

Meanwhile, Ganga stood with flushed cheeks, clearly embarrassed by what Javed had done when she bent down to get her phone. Srinu, watching the video intently, saw Ganga glancing down to her left, where Javed and ChaCha sat. She noticed how both of them were arguing, and ChaCha’s ridiculous prayer for her to bend over again which made her blush even more. The scene left Srinu in disbelief.

As Srinu continued watching the video, seeing Ganga's subtle reactions, a crushing feeling weighed on his chest. "Is she actually going to oblige?" he thought to himself, horrified at the possibility. The events so far—the looks, the touches, and now the embarrassment on her face—made him feel like the ground was slipping beneath his feet. He could barely believe that he, her husband, was now predicting her moves in favor of Javed and ChaCha, rather than holding on to the faith he once had in her.

Srinu (with a sinking heart, muttering): "How did it come to this...?"

He was shocked at himself, realizing how low his trust had fallen, and he watched the video with a knot in his stomach, waiting for what would happen next.

Srinu watched in disbelief as the video unfolded before his eyes, showing the moment when Ganga turned to him and spoke in a casual, almost playful tone.

Ganga (playfully): "Srinu, can you take a short video of us standing for the national anthem on my phone? I want to upload it to Insta."

Srinu, watching his past self on the screen, saw how the interaction played out. Ganga moved to give him her phone, but it slipped and fell.

Srinu (in the video, calmly): "Oh! Don’t worry, I’ll get it."

But just as he was about to bend down, Ganga stopped him with a sweet smile.

Ganga (gently, but insistent): "No, Srinu. It was my mistake. I’ll get it. You just sing the national anthem."

Watching the video closely, Srinu noticed a subtle pause before Ganga bent down to retrieve her phone. His eyes narrowed as he caught a quick glance Ganga gave Javed and ChaCha before she bent over.

Srinu (in his mind, questioning): "Is she... signaling them?"

She bent down slowly, taking much longer to retrieve her phone this time compared to earlier.



Both Javed and ChaCha were visibly caught off guard by the unexpected opportunity. ChaCha, in particular, looked ecstatic that his "prayers" had been answered. Before Javed could even react, ChaCha lunged forward, pinning Javed back into his seat with one hand and shamelessly pushing his face forward to sniff Ganga's ass.

Srinu (in disgust, muttering): "As expected... this randi [whore] is letting them smell her ass again."

What disturbed Srinu even more wasn’t just what was happening in the video, but his own response to it. He realized that he wasn’t even shocked by Ganga’s actions anymore. Instead, he had started predicting her behavior, almost expecting it. He felt a cold, bitter realization wash over him.

As the video played on, Srinu watched ChaCha practically snorting like a pig as he inhaled deeply, his face pressed disturbingly close to Ganga’s ass. Ganga, still bent down, seemed to take her time "searching" for her phone, allowing the lewd act to continue. Srinu could only clench his fists, feeling more humiliated than angry.

Just then, Javed gathered his strength and shoved ChaCha back into his seat, trying to take his place. But before Javed could get close enough, Ganga stood up abruptly, glancing back quickly at both Javed and ChaCha with a sly, knowing look.

Javed turned to ChaCha, his face twisted in anger, but ChaCha was too lost in his own moment of bliss, mumbling incoherently with his eyes closed, still savoring the moment.

ChaCha (in a daze, mumbling): "Javed miya... meh neh jannat sungh chuka hun, bas ab mar bhi jawonga toh gam nahi... [Javed, I’ve smelled heaven... even if I die now, I have no regrets.]"

As the national anthem finished, everyone in the theater sat back down, including Srinu and Ganga.

Srinu (casually): "Oh sorry, baby, we didn’t shoot your video in time."

Ganga (smiling softly): "Don’t worry, Srinu. I’ll post something else."

They both settled into their seats, the atmosphere seemingly normal between them. But Srinu’s mind, watching this in the video now, was anything but calm. He was replaying everything that had happened, especially the interaction between Ganga, Javed, and ChaCha.

Meanwhile, in the video, listening to ChaCha’s blissful mumblings about Ganga’s ass made Javed think deeply about the moment they had just experienced. Controlling his frustration and jealousy, Javed turned to ChaCha with a smirk.

Javed (tentatively): "Chacha, abhi toh sirf jaant sunghne ka moka mila hai, agar jaant dekhne ka moka mil jaaye tho... [Chacha, we only got the chance to smell her ass, but if we get a chance to actually see it...]"

Javed glanced at Ganga, his eyes filled with hope, as if silently requesting more from her. Srinu, watching the video in the present, felt a knot in his stomach. He couldn’t help but wonder if Ganga would accept Javed’s vile request the same way she had seemingly obliged ChaCha earlier by bending down.

Srinu (in his mind, nervously questioning): "Is she going to accept this too? Is she really going to let this happen?"

But to his relief, Srinu saw that Ganga simply turned her head away from Javed, giving no indication that she had acknowledged or accepted his disgusting request. Her rejection was quiet, but clear.

In the video, ChaCha, still recovering from his earlier excitement, noticed Javed’s silent request and Ganga’s apparent rejection. He grew curious and asked Javed directly.

ChaCha (anxiously): "Kya hua Javed? Wo kya boli? [What happened, Javed? What did she say?]"

Javed (disappointed): "Kuch nahi Chacha, bas wo mujhe nazaranjaz kar diya. [Nothing, Chacha. She just ignored me.]"

ChaCha, however, wasn’t ready to let the idea go so easily.

ChaCha (eagerly): "Phir se pucho, Javed miya! [Ask her again, Javed!]"

Javed hesitated. He could see Ganga was now talking to Srinu, her attention fully on her husband.

Javed (nervously): "Abey Chacha, wo uske pati se baat kar rahi hai! [She’s talking to her husband right now!]"

ChaCha’s excitement quickly turned into frustration.

ChaCha (angrily): "Abey Javed, tu toh phatu hai! Ruko, main hi puchta hoon! [You’re such a coward, Javed! Fine, I’ll ask her myself!]"

But Javed panicked, pulling ChaCha back by the arm.

Javed (in a hurry, whispering): "Arey Chacha, pagal ho gaye ho kya? Uska pati dekh lega! [Chacha, have you gone mad? Her husband will see!]"

The two of them began quietly bickering in their seats about whether to directly approach Ganga or not, their argument growing more ridiculous by the minute.

Watching Javed and ChaCha’s argument unfold in the video, Srinu’s anger bubbled beneath the surface. He couldn’t help but notice the audacity of these two scoundrels. What shocked him the most wasn’t just their behavior, but the ease with which they now felt comfortable openly discussing talking to Ganga directly, unlike previously they were only giving her indirect signals about their intentions. It was as though they believed Ganga had come to the movie with them, not with him, her husband.

Before Javed and Chacha could finish their argument and ask Ganga, the movie ended. The lights brightened as the credits rolled, and everyone in the theater stood up to leave, heading for the two exits—one on the right and one on the left.

Srinu, still watching the video, saw his past self and Ganga rising from their seats. He noticed himself leading the way towards the right exit, while Ganga followed him closely. Javed and Chacha, on the other hand, were the last to get up. Their eyes followed Ganga as she left with her husband, walking as if nothing had happened between her and the two of them.

Chacha (frustrated, nudging Javed): "Abey Javed, dekh teri heroine chali jaa rahi hai. Maine pehle hi bola tha, ek baar puch le usse! [Look, your heroine is leaving. I told you earlier, you should’ve asked her!]"

Javed (irritated): "Arey Chacha, tu phir se shuru mat kar. Soch, usko kaise bulaaye aur uske pati ko bhi pata na chale. [Chacha, don't start again. Think about how we can get her attention without her husband noticing.]"

Chacha (quickly replying): "Tu kaise bhi kar ke usko humare taraf dekhne pe majboor karo, wah se mein sambhal lunga. [You somehow make her look at us, I'll handle it from there.]"

Javed, desperate to make a final move, made a weird noise with his mouth. By now, everyone around them was tired of their antics and ignored them completely. But to Srinu’s growing unease, Ganga turned her head toward them.

Chacha (seeing his chance, made a dirty signal with his face): He gave her a lewd expression, indicating she should follow them.



Srinu, still glued to the video, watched as Ganga immediately understood Chacha's vulgar suggestion. Her face filled with disgust and anger, she glared at them and then quickly turned away, following her husband towards the exit.

Chacha (disappointed, muttering to Javed): "Kya Javed, teri heroine humein kutto ki tarah dekh ke chali gayi. [Javed, your heroine just looked at us like we're dogs and walked away.]"

Javed (shaking his head in confusion): "Mujhe bhi wohi baat samajh nahi aa rahi hai, Chacha. [I don't understand it either, Chacha.]"

Chacha (mocking, with a smirk): "Magar ab tak tu toh bol raha tha ki woh tumhare saath rehna chahti hai? [But weren't you saying she wanted to stay with you?]"

Javed (sadly, feeling defeated): "Main bhi wohi soch raha hoon, Chacha. Tu bhi toh dekh raha tha kaise mere paas baithi thi aur humein uski gaand sunghne di thi. [That's what I thought too. You saw how she sat near me and let us smell her ass, right?]"

Chacha, noticing Javed’s sad expression, put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Chacha (consoling, with a sigh): "Arey Javed, chhod usko. Chalo hum room chalke daaru peete hain. [Forget her, Javed. Let's go back to the room and have some drinks.]"

Javed and Chacha, disappointed and defeated, slowly walked toward the left exit after the movie, convinced that this would be the last time they would ever see Ganga. Their steps heavy with regret, they reminisced about the night’s events.

Chacha (frustrated, trying to cheer Javed up): "Arey Javed, abhi tak tu muh latkaye chal raha hai! [Javed, why are you still sulking?]"

Javed (sighing, his voice low): "Arey Chacha, usko bhool nahi paa raha hoon. Kya ladki thi woh. Uska pati zaroor usko aaj raat bhar chodega. [I can’t forget her, man. What a girl she was. Her husband is definitely going to fuck her all night.]"

Chacha (smugly, with a mischievous grin): "Uska pati kahan raat bhar chhod paayega? Humare paas aati toh usko pata chalta raat bhar chudwaane ka mazaa kya hota hai. [Her husband won’t last all night. If she came to us, then she’d know what it means to get fucked all night.]"

Javed (chuckling for a moment but quickly becoming disappointed again): "Haan Chacha, sahi bola. Tum aur main milke usko raat bhar chhodte. [Yeah, Chacha, you’re right. You and I would’ve fucked her all night.]"

Javed's laughter quickly faded as he realized that this would be the last time he would ever see her.

Chacha (noticing Javed’s mood): "Abbey Javed, uske jaise bohot saari randiyaan milengi. Tu fikar mat kar! [Come on, Javed, we’ll find plenty of whores like her. Don’t worry!]"

Javed (shaking his head, clearly still upset): "Arey Chacha, woh badi ghar ki ladki thi. Koi randikhane ki randi nahi jo humein phir milengi. [She was a high-class girl, not some brothel whore that we’ll find again.]"

Chacha (with a knowing smirk): "Javed miya, tum abhi chhote ho, tumhe kuch nahi pata. Asal randiyaan toh yeh badi ghar ki ladkiyaan hoti hain. [Javed, you’re still young, you don’t know anything. The real whores are these high-class girls.]"

Javed (surprised, his eyes wide): "Yeh kya bol rahe ho, Chacha? Sacch mein woh randiyaan hoti hain? [What are you saying, Chacha? Are they really the whores?]"

Chacha (smirking, full of confidence): "Haan Javed. Jab bhi hum log badi ghar mein majdoori karne jaate hain, toh un ghar ki auratein hum jaise majdooron se chudwaane ka sochti rehti hain. [Yes, Javed. Every time we go to work at these big houses, those women are always thinking about getting fucked by men like us.]"

Javed (innocent and in disbelief): "Sacch mein, Chacha? [Really, Chacha?]"

Chacha (nodding, confidently): "Haan Javed miya. Yeh bade ghar ki auratein humare jaise mardon ka lund khada karwake chali jaati hain. [Yes, Javed. These high-class women always get our cocks hard and then walk away.]"

Javed (agreeing, feeling bitter): "Haan Chacha, yeh baat toh sacch hai. Sali randi bhi humara lund khada karwaake apne pati ke saath chali gayi. [Yeah, that’s true, Chacha. That whore also got our dicks hard and then left with her husband.]"

Chacha (reassuring, determined): "Haan Javed, isliye keh raha hoon, agle baar jab wo milegi toh kuch mat puch, bas chhod daalne ka. [Exactly, Javed. That’s why I’m telling you, next time we see her, don’t wait to ask her. Just fuck her.]"

Javed (sadly, realizing it may not happen again): "Zaroor chhod denge, Chacha. Magar wo phir se kyu milegi? Ab tak toh wo apne pati ke saath ghar bhi pahunch gayi hongi. [Of course we will, Chacha, but why would we see her again? By now, she’s probably already home with her husband.]"

Just as Javed finished speaking, both of them heard a familiar voice from behind.

Ganga’s voice (soft, almost as if she didn’t expect to see them): "Excuse me, is there a way out from here?"

Javed, Chacha, and Srinu, watching from the video, all froze in shock. Their jaws dropped as they turned around to see Ganga standing there, looking at them.

It was the last thing any of them expected.

Still in shock, Srinu (thinking to himself): "So she was here while I was waiting at the exit door."

As he watched the video, Srinu vividly remembered the confusion and worry he felt that day, waiting near the exit, expecting Ganga to follow him as they usually did after a movie. He had waited, anxiously scanning the crowd, calling her name, thinking she must have been caught up in the crowd or the restroom. He even recalled pacing around the theater, hoping to see her. But now, watching this video, he realized that one of his many unanswered questions had finally been answered—Ganga was with Javed and Chacha, away from his sight.

Javed and Chacha took a while to come out of their shock.

Javed (smirking, slowly): "Dekha Chacha, maine bola tha na, wo mere paas aayegi." (See, Chacha, didn’t I tell you she would come to me?)

Chacha (still in disbelief, shaking his head): "Haan Javed, yeh toh sach mein chudwana chahti hai." (Yes, Javed, she really does want to get fucked.)

Javed (happily, with excitement): "Toh is baar uske chale jaane se pehle jaldi puch lete hain." (So, let’s quickly ask her before she leaves this time.)

Chacha (impatiently, cutting him off, his tone aggressive): "Javed, tum phir bhool gaye ho kya? Iss baar kuch nahi puchna hai, bas chod daalna hai." (Javed, have you forgotten again? This time, don’t ask anything, just fuck her.)

Javed (nodding in agreement, now eager): "Chalo, chod daalenge." (Alright, let’s fuck her.)

Both Javed and Chacha ran toward Ganga, and as they approached, she understood their intentions. Her eyes widened in fear, and she bolted toward the ladies' toilet, running as fast as she could to escape.

Srinu (watching the video, shocked): "She never told me about this… she ran from them, but she didn’t say a word to me."

Ganga rushed into the toilet, slammed the door shut, and bolted it. Javed and Chacha, reaching the door moments later, started banging on it aggressively.

Chacha (furiously, yelling at the door): "Darwaza khol, randi!" (Open the door, whore!)

Javed (with fake politeness, pounding the door): "Darwaza khol do, madam." (Open the door, madam.)

They banged harder, growing more impatient by the second. From inside, Ganga’s trembling voice could be heard, full of fear: "Please don’t hurt me, let me go to my husband!"

Chacha (mocking, with a sly grin, looking at Javed): "Dekha Javed, kaise natak kar rahi hai." (See, Javed, how she’s pretending.)

Javed (raising his hand to signal Chacha to calm down, speaking calmly but frustrated): "Wo tumhari baaton se dar gayi hai, mujhe baat karne do." (She’s scared of what you said, let me talk to her.)

Javed (gently, trying to manipulate her): "Madam, please open the door."

Ganga (her voice trembling, pleading): "No, I will not open the door, please let me go!"

Javed (frustrated): "Madamji, aap humare paas wapas isliye aayi kyunki aap chudna chahti thi na? Phir ab kyun aise kar rahi ho?"
[Madam, didn’t you come back to us because you wanted to get fucked? Then why are you acting like this now?]

Srinu, watching the video, thought to himself. They were directly asking his wife about fucking her, and it seemed like all boundaries had disappeared, with only a door left guarding Ganga’s dignity.

Ganga (from behind the door, her voice shaking, still trying to hold control): "No, I didn’t come here for you. I just came to get my hairband, which I forgot in the bathroom after the first half of the movie."

Javed (with fake politeness, knocking on the door): "Madam ji, we both know you're lying. Just give us a chance, let us fuck you, and we promise you'll enjoy it."
He waits for a response, but the silence from the other side continues. His grin widens as he leans in closer to the door.

Javed (grinning): "First, I'll start with those soft lips of yours, madam ji. I'll kiss and suck them, slurping up your sweet saliva."
He turns to Chacha, who is grinning back, eager to join in.

Chacha (nodding, licking his lips): "And while Javed is kissing you, madam, I’ll get down and start licking your pussy. Don’t judge me by my looks, madam. I might look rough, but I’m the best pussy-licker in town."
Javed chuckles at Chacha's enthusiasm.

Javed (amused): "Oh yes, madam ji, Chacha won't stop until you give him an orgasm to drink."
Chacha’s grin stretches even wider, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Chacha (eagerly): "Oh yes, madam ji, I want to drink your pussy juices."
The two men pause again, expecting a reply, but there is only silence from Ganga. Javed sighs, growing more persistent.

Javed (calmly): "While Chacha is busy down there, I'll be massaging your big, soft boobs. I’ll pinch those nipples until they poke out of your blouse, madam ji."
Chacha (joining in, smirking): "And I'll massage your ass cheeks, madam. I’ll squeeze them hard while licking your pussy."
They pause, waiting once more, but Ganga remains silent. The tension grows as Javed’s patience begins to wear thin.

Javed (voice deepening with frustration): "Once we’ve gotten both your holes ready, madam, we’ll take turns fucking you. I promise you’ll enjoy it."
Chacha (grinning eagerly): "Madam ji, I'll worship your body, licking every inch of it."
Javed nods in agreement, his eyes narrowing in lust.

Javed (with conviction): "Oh yes, madam ji, we’ll fuck and lick you everywhere until you cum again and again."
They pause for another moment, but the silence persists. The lack of response makes Chacha frown in frustration.

Chacha (frustrated, turning to Javed): "Arey Javed, teri heroine door khol hi nahi rahi hai. Chalo, door tod dete hain."
(Javed, your heroine isn’t opening the door. Let’s break it down.)

Javed (shaking his head): "Arey Chacha, yeh hamara ghar nahi hai. Door nahi tod sakte. Koi dekh lega toh problem ho jayegi."
(Chacha, this isn’t our house. We can’t break the door. If someone sees, it’ll be a problem.)

Chacha (now more frustrated): "Toh phir kya kare? Iss door ke pass hi kutte ki tarah baithe rahein kya?"
(Then what do we do? Sit here like dogs?)

Javed (sighing, but trying one last time): "Ruko, aur ek baar try karte hain."
(Wait, let’s try one more time.)
He knocks again, pleading.
"Madam ji, please open the door."
But once again, there is no reply, and the door remains shut.

Chacha (defeated): "Chal Javed miya, yeh randi door nahi kholne wali."
(Come on, Javed, this bitch isn’t going to open the door.)
They start to walk away, but before taking another step, Javed bangs the door with his fist one last time. As they move a couple of steps away, they hear the door bolt opening with a faint click behind them.

Srinu, watching the video, wonders whether Ganga intentionally opened the door or if the banging made the bolt loose and caused it to open.

Javed and Chacha exchange surprised looks and slowly turn back, moving toward the door. They open it, stepping inside to find hand-wash sinks with mirrors above them. To the left, a corridor with lavatory cabins lies in front of them.

Javed and Chacha walk slowly down the corridor, noticing Ganga hiding behind the last lavatory cabin door, watching them anxiously.



srinu[watching the video] felt that her anxiousness was not due to fear as before, but out of curiosity about what Javed and Chacha would do to her.

Javed and Chacha took a couple of steps toward Ganga's lavatory cabin, but they had to stop when they heard someone shouting Ganga's name. Srinu, watching the video, remembered how he had been shouting her name and searching for her in the theater.

Javed (hearing Srinu’s past self shouting): "Chacha, uska pati aa raha hai." (Chacha, her husband is coming.)

Chacha (worried): "Haan Javed, ab kya karengey?" (Yes Javed, what will we do now?)

Javed (decisively): "Uska pati aane se pehle yahan se nikalte hain." (Let’s get out of here before her husband arrives.)

Chacha (looking at Ganga): "Teri heroine ka kya kare?" (What about your heroine?)

Javed (with a sly grin): "Mere paas ek plan hai, bahar chalo, batata hoon." (I have a plan, let’s go outside, I’ll tell you.)

They both left the bathroom. Srinu, watching them leave Ganga in the bathroom, thought, Why isn’t Ganga screaming for me even after hearing my voice? He also noticed that Chacha had stopped recording as they left, which caused the video to stop abruptly.

Sitting in the present, Srinu remembered how Ganga had come out of the bathroom calmly, even though she had been chased inside and threatened with bang. Why didn’t she say anything back then? Did she not want me to get into a fight with Javed and Chacha and risk getting hurt? Was she protecting me? Or... is there something else?

Curious, Srinu clicked on the next video. It started with javed and chacha standing outside the theater, next to the ladies' bathroom they had just been to.

Chacha (frustrated): "Arey yaar, uska pati gaand mein dum kar raha hai!" (Man, her husband’s really being a pain!)

Javed (seriously): "Haan Chacha, agar hume heroine chahiye toh pehle uske pati ko thikane lagana padega." (Yes Chacha, if we want the heroine, we’ll have to take care of her husband first.)

Chacha (understanding): "Accha, toh yeh tumhara plan hai?" (Oh, so this is your plan?)

Javed (nodding): "Haan Chacha, pehle unka peecha karna padega. Phir mauka milte hi uske pati ko thikane lagana padega." (Yes Chacha, we’ll follow them, and when the time is right, we’ll take care of her husband.)

Chacha (in agreement): "Haan Javed, tum theek keh rahe ho." (Yes Javed, you’re right.)

They both waited for Srinu and Ganga to come out of the theater. Srinu, watching the video, saw himself walking out of the theater with Ganga following closely behind, heading toward the parking lot.

Chacha (pointing): "Wo bike parking ki taraf jaa rahe hain." (They’re heading toward the bike parking.)

Javed (determined): "Chalo Chacha, unka peecha karte hain." (Come on Chacha, let’s follow them.)

Srinu watched as Javed and Chacha followed them into the parking lot. They were careful not to be seen, hiding behind the maintenance room, observing Srinu and Ganga.

Srinu saw his past self reaching the bike and climbing on it.

Javed (urgently): "Chacha, jaldi se wo rod lo! Wo log jaane wale hain." (Chacha, quickly grab that rod! They’re about to leave.)

Chacha quickly grabbed a rod lying inside the maintenance room. To get a good grip on it, he put his phone in his shirt pocket, and although the video was still recording, Srinu could now only see a black screen. However, he could hear the audio clearly.

He didn’t need to see the video to know what happened next—he remembered it all too well. He had been struck on the head from behind, and he fell to the ground. The audio captured the sound of his body hitting the floor, along with Ganga’s terrified screams.

Javed (ordering): "Arey Chacha, uske pati ko kheench ke us building mein le jao. Main apni heroine ko leke aata hoon." (Chacha, drag her husband into that building. I’ll get my heroine.)

As Chacha bent down to reach for Srinu’s body, his phone fell out of his pocket, and Srinu, watching the video, could briefly see his unconscious body lying on the ground. Chacha quickly picked up the phone, stopped the recording, and put it back in his pocket. The video ended, and the black screen returned to the monitor.

Srinu couldn’t help but feel chills running down his spine as he relived the moment he had been attacked. Gathering himself, he clicked on the next video, but a notification popped up: "Recovery in progress."

Seeing the notification, Srinu realized he had no choice but to wait until the recovery was complete. As he prepared for bed, he thought to himself, Tomorrow will be the day. One way or another, I will finally know the truth.

As Srinu made his way to the bedroom, he saw Ganga peacefully sleeping. Her face was calm, almost serene, as if nothing had ever disturbed her. But as Srinu stood there, watching her, a strange unease settled in his chest. Could this be the calm before the storm? he wondered. Tomorrow, when he would see the rest of the video, everything could change. The truth might shatter this peaceful image forever.

He tried to push the thoughts away, but they lingered. What more could Ganga have done in the video?

[kk007007]

Srinu does not have any guts to confront Ganga. How much ever she cheats, he will try to adjust and continue to live with her as he knows that she is doing this because, he has not behaved like a real man.

I dont understand why people talk prematurely. Patient brother you dont know whole story

Such hate for the main character Srinu.. its disgusting 

[kk007007]

You don't owe us a thing but promising to upload story every weekend and then not doing it and leaving us all hanging is a disservice to the readers who were in love with your creation.

Bro, I dont think anybody owes anyone anything on this platform.

Everyone is here because of their own hidden desires.  

Someone is here because they want to see what they dont get to see in real life.

Someone is here because they want to read what they dont get to read in library.

Just like everyone else i'm here to say something i cant say in real life. 

So, Chill guys.. as long as we have our hidden pervert desires this story will go on. Until then my fellow perverts dont get disappointed about late updates 

Always remember a erotic update is just around the corner, all you need to do is to keep replying doesnt matter good or bad. Just reply. That way i will know readers are still interested in the story. 

[kk007007]

Well, we all also need to remember the title of the story with has a ? question mark in it, I.e “The cheating wife?.” This means that Ganga may NOT be cheating and this may be merely harmless flirting.  

So let’s see what Ganga has to say when Srinu confronts her!

Also, any type of full penetrative sex leaves marks on the body…..Srinu and Ganga have been consistently having sex and Srinu hasn’t seen a single “sex” mark on Ganga’s body or hasn’t felt looseness in her vagina, etc. so all of this hype about Ganga cheating may be merely speculation on the part of us readers and Ganga may just harmlessly flirting which she would stop upon confrontation by Srinu. Let’s see what happens…story is getting more and more interesting.

Intrepid

Dude you will get your answers. That for sure!

[kk007007]

FYI.. 

I Know my pari baby is represented as ganga till now.. 



But my pari baby has limited gifs with expression that are suited for my story.. I will be using variety of actresses gifs which suite my story 

So, dont get confused..

And more importantly If a character is NOT ganga.. i will mention those characters with their photos or gifs explicitly. 

[kk007007]

Who is she btw and whats her full name pls?

Prajakta dusane

[kk007007]

So can we expect new updates today?

Not today.. Thinking of a big update.. it will take time.

[kk007007]

So excited for the next update, cant even focus on my other works hahahahaha, just keep imagining what would happen and how lovely that will be with your exceptional writing skills

yr):

[kk007007]

When is the next episode dropping ?

Probably this sunday

[kk007007]

Hopefully you have good internet guys !!

Lots of big gifs in the new updates

Cheers

[kk007007]

Today update please

Yes buddy. Today. The day of all days

Sorry not possible 

[kk007007]

When yaaar. .  You've been keeping us on the wait-train far too long. You gotta take care of your viewers too. Be a little more considerate.

Dude chill..

I have to manage both my work and this fantasy world..

Believe me writing these updates with gifs is not easy and takes alot of time..

I know most readers dont care about GIFs and pictures.. But those gifs are what inspire me to write the story..

Without gifs my story feels incomplete to me.. thats how i see the screenplay of the story..

Let me tell the story in my own way..

Please have patience..

Cheers..

[kk007007]

This Fucking website SUCKS!!!!! Worst Web site ever

Trying to post Update for 1 hour

Its fucking gives 500 error..

Fuck this website

[kk007007]

Update brother!!!!

I was unable update yesterday due this shit website cant handle even 1000 users 

i try to upload today 

[kk007007]

Tere se na ho payega rahne de

Be courteous paul5, we know everyone wants to read the update. He tried to upload it, if it's not happening then why are you blaming him. As writer myself I can vouch that nothing is more demoralise than bitter unnecessary comments

As a fan i have no right to even comment or complaint what a tragedy  author only want chaploos  complaint or adverse opinion ka koi space nahi  so its better to moove on another story by

As much as I agree with baburao12, I can't seem to stop myself from stating that some constructive criticism is actually deserving in this case. The updates are rare to say the least, passionate readers wait for them week long and sometimes the loss in their patience is understandable. As much as a reader loves an author and his creation, the promises made to him must be held true.

Hi,
How can we/anyone hold the writer culpable for the website failure? KK..tried multiple number of times to upload and it failed so what more can he do? Kk…isn’t retired, he also needs to work and make a living so let’s give him his time and space to try uploading the story again and hopefully it works this time.

Intrepid

I am not criticizing KK. I m as much his fan and of his writing as you all are. I m simply stating that Paul5's anguish and criticism is not all   wrong and doesn't comes from vitriol. He is frustrated of the wait he has to endure as we all maybe are.

clp); clp);
yr): 

[kk007007]

The Thief

Srinu woke up in the morning, his mind immediately drawn to the video recovery. He sat up quickly, the anticipation of uncovering the truth pulling him out of bed. Without wasting a moment, he got up and went downstairs. As he passed the kitchen, he noticed Ganga already busy preparing breakfast, just like every other day. Her normal routine, her calm demeanor, only deepened the questions swirling in his mind.


He made his way quietly back to his room, careful not to disturb her. Opening his laptop, he checked the progress of the video recovery. The screen still displayed that it needed another 6-8 hours. Srinu quickly did the math—by the time he got back from the office, the recovery would be complete, and he would finally be able to watch the full footage. The thought stirred a mix of anxiety and impatience within him.

But there was another matter lingering in his mind—the mystery of the auto-wala, his instincts told him there was something more going on.

Spy cameras won’t be of much use outside the house, Srinu thought, so he decided to take matters into his own hands. His plan was simple: wait behind the wall near the house, just like yesterday, and follow Ganga and the auto-wala when they left. If there was anything suspicious happening, Srinu wanted to catch them red-handed. Today would be different—today, he wouldn’t just observe, he would act.

With his mindset, Srinu got ready for the day, knowing that his hunt for the truth would continue once he returned. Between the video recovery and his plan to follow Ganga, the day ahead felt like a ticking clock, counting down toward revelations he wasn’t sure he was ready for.

As usual, Srinu completed his morning routine and set off for the office. But, just like the day before, he took a left at the end of his street instead of a right, heading for his chosen hiding spot. He parked his bike discreetly and positioned himself behind the wall, keeping a careful eye on the house.

From his vantage point, Srinu noticed his neighbor, Aunty, busy washing clothes in her yard. She was a good friend of Ganga’s, and the two of them often spent time together, gossiping about TV serials and other neighborhood matters. Srinu knew he had to be more cautious now, as he couldn’t afford to be spotted by her. If she saw him lurking, questions would follow, and his plan to catch Ganga and the auto-wala red-handed would be ruined before it even began.

Minutes passed, and the usual morning activity began to unfold. First, the milkman came by, delivering his bottles with a friendly nod. Then the waterboy arrived, the two exchanging their usual greetings. But just as they always did, Srinu overheard their brief, cryptic conversation, the one that had been nagging at him for some time.

"...ganj ka...ni," they muttered to each other, just like every time they spoke with Ganga.

Srinu furrowed his brow, wondering once again what on earth those mysterious words meant. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard them exchange this phrase in front of Ganga, and it had been eating at him ever since. What the hell does 'ganj ka...ni' mean? he thought to himself, trying to make sense of it. It felt like a piece of a puzzle that refused to fit anywhere.

As the milkman and waterboy left, Srinu refocused his attention on the house, waiting for the auto-wala to arrive. The morning routine played out in front of him, and although everything seemed normal, Srinu’s gut told him that today might reveal something new. He stayed hidden, every muscle tense, waiting for the moment when Ganga would step outside.

time passed as Srinu hid behind the bushes, waiting for the auto-wala, but something completely unexpected happened. A strange-looking man approached the wall where Srinu was hiding. The man didn’t notice Srinu, concealed in the thick bushes. As Srinu watched the man’s face, it felt oddly familiar. Where have I seen him before? Srinu’s mind went into overdrive trying to recall.

The strange man looked left and right to ensure the coast was clear, and to Srinu's horror, he jumped over the wall. Srinu’s body froze in shock. What the hell? Who is this guy? he thought, his brain struggling to catch up with what his eyes were witnessing. The man quickly made his way to the back door of the house, and with just two small metal pins, he skillfully unlocked it. Srinu watched as the intruder maneuvered through the house with ease, as if he already knew the layout. That’s when it hit Srinu. The man’s face—Ranga—the thief he’d seen on the wanted list at the security officer station when he went to collect the FIR.

Ranga.

Srinu’s body jolted into action. The auto-wala no longer mattered. His worry about being seen by the neighbor aunty or Ganga vanished. All he wanted now was to protect Ganga from the thief. Srinu sprang up from the bushes, preparing to jump over the wall, but as he did, he saw Ranga already in the kitchen, where Ganga was. I won’t get to her in time, Srinu thought, his heart racing. His first instinct was to shout and warn Ganga, but before he could open his mouth, he saw something that made him freeze again.

Srinu’s muscles tensed, adrenaline kicking in as he watched Ranga sneak into the kitchen, where Ganga stood unaware. Srinu knew he had to act fast, but before he could shout, Ranga was already behind her, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist.



Ganga (startled, eyes wide, voice trembling): "Aaah!" She screamed, spinning around to face her attacker while still trapped in his grip.



Ranga held her tight, and Ganga’s scream echoed through the neighborhood. Srinu’s panic deepened as he watched from the bushes, frozen, unsure of what to do. Just then, the neighbor aunty’s voice cut through the air, her footsteps rushing towards the compound wall.

Aunty (shouting, concerned): "Ganga Beti! Kya hua? Why did you scream?"

Srinu instinctively ducked behind the wall, not wanting to be seen by Aunty. He felt a wave of relief wash over him.

Srinu (muttering under his breath, frustrated): "Thank god! She’ll handle this… Ranga’s gonna get caught now.  Ganga will be safe."

Srinu's mind began to relax, thinking either the thief would run away or Aunty would call for help. He expected Ganga to shout for help, something like, "Thief! Thief! Aunty, call the security officer!"

Srinu (thinking to himself): "Now Ganga just has to tell aunty, and it’s all over. No one will suspect I was here… perfect."

But instead, ranga pulled ganga into his hug even more tightly making her soft boobs press against ranga's hairy chest. Both their eyes met and were lost in each other embrace.



Hearing no answer from Ganga Aunty asked again.

Aunty (shouting Louder): "Ganga Beti Kya hua?"

Aunty's loud voice snapped them out of their intimate moment and made them look toward aunty's voice. Ganga paused for a moment, her scared expression slowly shifting into something else—something mischievous.

Ganga (smiling slyly, her voice calm): "Kuch nahi Aunty ji, bas ek billi thi... I scared it away."



Srinu’s eyes widened in complete shock.

Srinu (whispering furiously, fists clenched): "A fucking cat? What the hell is she talking about?!"

Aunty (relieved, her voice fading): "Okay, Ganga beta, I’m going now. Just let me know if there’s any problem."

Srinu (gritting his teeth, frustrated): "Why the fuck didn’t she call for help? What’s going on with that smile? Is she fucking him too?! But when? Why? How many men is she involved with? Is she sleeping with the whole colony?"

Srinu wanted to bang his head against the wall as he continued to watch. Ganga pushed Ranga off her, her face twisted in anger.

Ganga (whispering harshly, eyes blazing): "What are you doing here? You’re breaking the deal!"

Ranga (confused, scratching his head): "What deal? I just got out of jail, Ganga. I don’t know anything about any deal."

Srinu (stunned, shaking his head): "A deal? What deal is she talking about? How does she even know this guy?!"

Ganga (angrily, her voice low and commanding): "Not my problem if you don’t know. Get out before someone sees you!"

Ranga (disappointed, sighing deeply): "Alright, alright… I’ll go." He stepped back but muttered under his breath, "...ganj ka...ni."

Srinu (wide-eyed, shaking his head in disbelief): "Again?! What the fuck is with these guys and those words?! First the milkman, then the waterboy, now this thief?!" He clenched his fists, his mind racing. " WHAT HAPPENED WHILE I WAS IN THE HOSPITAL FOR THREE WEEKS?"

As Ranga climbed back over the wall and ran away, Srinu stood there, paralyzed, his thoughts crashing into one another. His world had just shattered into pieces, and he had no idea how to make sense of it all.

Srinu (grumbling to himself, his voice low and angry): "I need fucking answers… I can’t just stand here. This is… this is insane."


Srinu’s mind was racing as he crouched behind the wall. I’ve had enough, that’s it. I can’t take this anymore. His frustration boiled over, and he clenched his fists. Fuck it, I’m going to ask her directly.

He was about to jump over the wall when he heard a calm voice interrupting him.
Voice (calmly): "Wait! It’s not the right time."

Srinu froze, bewildered.
Srinu (wondering): "What? Who is that?"

The voice responded softly,
Voice: "It’s me, Yin."

Srinu sighed, annoyed.
Srinu (irritated): "Yin! You again? I told you to stay away. Why are you here?"

Before Yin could respond, another voice chimed in, this one more confident.
Another Voice: "Yin is right, it’s not the right time!"

Srinu recognized the voice immediately and rolled his eyes.
Srinu (gritting his teeth): "Yang, is that you?"

Yang (smugly): "Yes, it’s me."

Srinu’s anger flared.
Srinu (snapping): "I don’t want to hear anything from you both motherfuckers. You misled me!"

Yang chuckled softly, his voice oozing with smugness.
Yang: "Oh, relax. I didn’t mislead you. I always said there was something fishy about Ganga."

Yin, the more soothing of the two, interjected with a gentle tone,
Yin: "Srinu, please, just listen to us first. After that, you can do whatever you want."

Srinu, torn between anger and confusion, took a deep breath and calmed down enough to listen.
Srinu: "Fine. Talk."

Yin (calmly): "Like Yang said, there’s something bigger happening here. It’s not just what happened in that building the day of the attack."

Srinu narrowed his eyes, confused.
Srinu: "What do you mean something big?"

Yang (serious): "Think, Srinu. It’s not just about Ganga and Javed or Chacha. Something more is going on—the milkman, the waterboy, and now this thief, Ranga. All this weird behavior started after the attack and while you were in the hospital."

Yin (nodding): "And the mystery words Ranga repeated were the same words that the milkman and waterboy said to Ganga. It can’t just be a coincidence."

Yang (leaning in): "Exactly! There has to be a connection between these incidents."

Yin: "Yes, Yang is right. There must be something that links all these things together. You need to find out what connects them first."

Yang (firmly): "Srinu, like Yin said, find the connection first. If you confront Ganga now, you’ll just tip her off. She’ll know that you’re aware of what she’s up to."

Before Srinu could argue, Yin cut in,
Yin: "And if she knows, Ganga will become careful and probably alert her partners in crime."

Srinu, full of frustration, clenched his fists.
Srinu (angrily): "I don’t give a damn! I’ll go and ask her. I can’t just sit here and watch this unfold!"

Yin (gently questioning): "What’s the guarantee that Ganga will confess the truth? What if she denies everything?"

Srinu (determined): "I’ll show her the spy camera footage of her and the thief. She won’t be able to deny it!"

Yang (chuckling, amused): "Srinu, do you seriously believe she’ll admit the truth because of a 30-second video of her talking to a stranger? That’s not enough proof."

Srinu (growling): "If she denies it, I’ll beat the truth out of her."

Yin’s tone shifted, more concerned now.
Yin: "Srinu, listen to yourself. Beat her? She’s the love of your life. And you don’t even know the full truth yet."

Srinu (furious): "I don’t care about the truth anymore. I just want to know what the hell is going on!"

For the first time, Yin’s voice carried a hint of anger, a rare departure from his usual calm nature.
Yin (sternly): "Exactly, Srinu! How would you know what’s actually happening if you confront her now? And who else is involved in this mess?"

Yang (seriously): "Yeah, Srinu. We need to wait. Let’s see who else is involved in her ‘adventures.’ Only then will we know the complete truth."

Yin (nodding): "Yes, and then we can catch her and everyone else who’s part of this."

Srinu’s mind was spinning, but he couldn’t deny that Yin and Yang had a point. If he confronted Ganga now, she might stop meeting her partners, and he’d never get the full story. The truth was too important. For now, he would have to endure this pain for the sake of answers.

With a deep sigh, Srinu calmed down.
Srinu (gritting his teeth): "Alright… I’ll wait."

He snuck back into the bushes, his eyes fixed on the house, waiting once more for the auto-wala. The truth would come out eventually—he just had to be patient.

Srinu watched as Ganga hurriedly finished her morning chores, a sense of urgency in her every movement. His heart twisted with anger and suspicion as he observed her heading upstairs. "Randi... are you getting ready for your lovers?" Srinu's thoughts were venomous, and the idea of what she was about to do tore something inside him.

From his hidden spot, Srinu saw Ganga walk around their bedroom, picking out dresses, ornaments, and makeup. But before she went to take her bath, she did something unexpected—she reached into the wardrobe and pulled out a small book, tucked carefully under her clothes. "A diary? Since when does Ganga keep a diary?" Srinu thought, shocked. Ganga had never shown any interest in writing, especially something so personal.

Ganga sat down on their bed, the diary in her lap, and began writing. Srinu’s eyes stayed glued to her face as her expressions shifted with each word she wrote. At first, there was a look of silly happiness, a shy smile curling her lips. But then, as she continued, her emotions fluctuated—sometimes she seemed filled with excitement, other times a hint of sorrow or regret crossed her face. Occasionally, a mischievous grin flickered across her features. It was like watching her relive different moments, some sweet, some dark. The transformation in her expressions only fueled Srinu’s confusion and anger. What could she possibly be writing?

After she finished, Ganga carefully placed the diary back in its hiding spot, beneath the clothes in the wardrobe, and closed it. Srinu’s mind raced with questions. What’s in that diary? Is it filled with secrets I don't know about?

Ganga then took a bath and changed into a tight-fitting saree with a sleeveless blouse, something that hugged her body in a way Srinu hated seeing her wear now. She applied her makeup hastily as if she was on a strict timeline. 



Once ready, she went downstairs in a hurry and packed a large lunch box, placing it into a carry bag. Srinu’s suspicions deepened. A lunchbox? Who’s she making this for?

His questions were abruptly interrupted by the loud honk of an auto-rickshaw. Srinu’s heart raced. "Finally, the bastard arrived." He thought, his pulse quickening as he saw the familiar auto coming up to the main gate. Ganga quickly grabbed her handbag and the lunchbox bag, locked the door, and headed straight for the auto.

Srinu knew this was his chance. As Ganga got into the auto and it began to drive away, Srinu jumped onto his bike. He started the engine quietly and began following them from a safe distance, his mind a whirl of unanswered questions and growing dread. What is she doing? Who is she meeting? Today.

Srinu kept his distance just enough to keep up with the auto. The auto rickshaw ventured deeper into the city, heading toward the slums where most of the laborer families lived. It wove its way through the narrow, congested streets, and finally, it came to a stop at a junction. Srinu, staying cautious, halted his bike a few feet behind. He watched as Ganga got out of the auto, wasting no time as she made her way towards the slum houses.

Srinu parked his bike behind a nearby tea stall, walking up to the junction. He noticed a board with the name of the area written in big, bold letters: ‘RANIGUNJ’.

Ranigunj slums were a sprawling maze of narrow, cramped streets, filled with tiny, dilapidated houses made from a patchwork of materials—rusty corrugated metal sheets, old bricks, and faded tarpaulin. The air felt thick with dust, and the surroundings were a chaotic blend of poverty and resilience. the houses were built closely together, stacked one on top of the other, with narrow walkways barely wide enough for two people to pass side by side.

Street vendors lined the alleys, selling vegetables, snacks, and cheap goods, while others gathered around tea stalls, talking loudly amidst the clutter of their surroundings. The roads, uneven and full of potholes, were a testament to years of neglect, while stray animals wandered aimlessly, seeking food.

The smell of garbage piled in corners, creating a pungent odor that lingered in the humid air. The Ranigunj slums were a stark contrast to the city outside. It was a world hidden in plain sight, where life continued in its raw, unfiltered form, amidst the worn-down structures and the struggle for survival.

Without hesitation, Srinu started following Ganga, keeping a safe distance from her. He observed her movements carefully, noticing that she wasn’t talking to anyone, and more strangely, she had started covering her face with her saree pallu, while looking around her surroundings




Srinu (thinking to himself, puzzled): "Why is she hiding her face? What is she up to?"

As Ganga walked deeper into the slum, Srinu’s curiosity grew. Finally, she stopped at a shabby, run-down house. She knocked on the door a couple of times, and an old man, dressed in a white kurta pyjama, opened the door.



Srinu (muttering to himself): "Who the hell is this old man?"

The old man’s face lit up as he recognized Ganga. A wide smile spread across his face.

Old Man (cheerfully): "Salam Alaikum Beti! Kaise ho?"
[Peace be upon you, dear! How are you?]

Ganga (softly, smiling): "Wa Alaikum Salaam, Uncle ji. Meh theek hoon. Yeh lo, aapke liye khaana laya hoon."
[Peace be upon you too, Uncle. I’m fine. Here, I brought some food for you.]



She pulled out one of the tiffin boxes from her bag and handed it to the old man. Srinu, still watching from a distance, started to feel confused.

Srinu (thinking): "Did she come here to distribute food to the poor?"

For a brief moment, Srinu felt his respect for Ganga grow. But that respect quickly faded when he noticed something unsettling. The old man, in what seemed like a friendly gesture of thanks, grabbed Ganga’s hand and held onto it for a little too long, his fingers lingering on her soft skin. What shocked Srinu even more was that Ganga didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she played along, giving the old man a mischievous smile in return.



Srinu (gritting his teeth, furious): "What the fuck is going on?"

Old Man (smiling, holding her hand): "Shukriya Beti, tum kitni acchi ho."
[Thank you, dear. You are so kind.]

Before Ganga could leave, the old man leaned in and said the same mysterious words Srinu had heard before.

Old Man (whispering): "...ganj ka...ni."

Srinu’s mind reeled. "Not again… those words!" He couldn’t make sense of it. But before he could even begin to wrap his head around what had just happened, Ganga had already moved on to the next house, just a few steps away.

She knocked on the door, and this time, a middle-aged man, dressed in just a banyan, opened it. He, too, immediately recognized Ganga, and his face lit up.

Sundar (smiling eagerly): "Ganga madam, aap kal nahi aayi thi. Hum log bahut intezaar kiya aapka."
[Ganga madam, you didn’t come yesterday. We waited for you a lot.]

Ganga (smiling softly): "Wo meh busy thi, Sundar ji. Isiliye nahi aa payi."
[I was busy, Sundar ji. That’s why I couldn’t come.]

Srinu (thinking to himself): "Who the hell is this guy now? Sundar? What does he mean by waiting for her?"

Sundar (grinning): "Accha, Ganga madam, koi baat nahi. Kal ka maza aaj poora kar lengey."
[No worries, Ganga madam. We’ll make up for yesterday’s fun today.]

Srinu (muttering, bewildered): "What the fuck does he mean by 'maza poora kar lengey'?!"

Before Srinu could make sense of it, Ganga responded in a way that confused him even more.

Ganga (teasing, smiling): "Zarur poora kar lena, magar pehle yeh sweet lijiye."
[Definitely make up for it, but first, take this sweet.]

She handed Sundar another box from her tiffin bag. Sundar accepted it with a grin.

Sundar (gratefully): "Ganga madam, aap kitni acchi ho. Thank you!"
[Ganga madam, you’re so kind. Thank you!]

Ganga (playfully): "Isme thank you ki kya zarurat hai? Accha, wo sab chhodo, kya aap aade pe aa rahe ho?"
[No need to thank me. Anyway, forget that, are you coming to the gathering?]

Srinu’s mind raced. "Aade? What the hell is aade?"

Sundar (chuckling): "Haan, haan, aade pe aa raha hoon. Thodi deer mein aa jaunga. Aur wo buddha Karim ko bhi bula lu kya ?"
[Yes, yes, I’ll come to the gathering. I’ll be there in a bit. And should i bring that old man, Karim, too ?]

Srinu’s confusion deepened. "Who the fuck is Karim now?"

Ganga (laughing lightly): "Haan, Karim ji ko bhi le aana."
[Yes, bring Karim ji too.]

Sundar (joking): "Woh buddha ko aate aate raat ho jayegi!"
[It’ll be night by the time that old man arrives!]

They both laughed together, and Ganga was ready to leave. But before she could, Sundar leaned in and said the same words that had been haunting Srinu.

Sundar (grinning): "...ganj ka...ni."

Srinu (thinking, mind racing): "Again with those fucking words! What the hell do they mean?!"

Srinu’s head started to spin. Every random person Ganga passed greeted her with the same words.

Passerby 1 (nodding): "...ganj ka...ni."

Passerby 2 (smiling): "...ganj ka...ni."

Srinu (pinching himself, questioning everything): "What is happening? Am I even awake right now?"

He couldn’t believe his eyes, his mind filled with endless questions. "Who are these people? What is Ganga doing with them? Where is this aade? Why is everyone saying '...ganj ka...ni'?!"

Srinu felt as if his entire reality had shattered. "Do I even know who Ganga is anymore?"

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Mystery Words Revealed

Ganga made her way through the narrow streets, which grew even narrower as she ventured deeper into the slum area. The cramped alleys eventually opened into a small market, a stark contrast to the previous quiet. This part of the slum was bustling with people. Ganga moved through the crowd with ease, but it became increasingly difficult for Srinu to keep track of her in the chaos. The crowd jostled him from all sides, making it hard to focus.

Suddenly, someone from the crowd collided with Srinu, sending both of them crashing to the ground. Without paying much attention to the person who had bumped into him, Srinu scrambled back to his feet, frantically searching for Ganga. But she was gone, nowhere to be seen. Panic surged through him as he scanned the area, but all he saw were multiple narrow alleys branching off in different directions. It was as if Ganga had vanished into thin air.

Srinu (thinking, panicked): "Where did she go? Which alley did she take?"

At that moment, a woman's voice rang out from behind, filled with anger.

Unknown Woman (furiously): "Arey, wo benchod! Kaha dekh ke chal raha hai? Kamar tod di meri, ahhh!"
[Hey, you motherfucker! Where are you looking while walking? You broke my back, ugh!]

Srinu briefly glanced at the woman yelling at him, dressed in worn clothes, waving her hand in anger.



But he didn’t have time to engage with her. He ignored her insults and rushed down each alley, desperately trying to find any trace of Ganga. His heart pounded harder as he realized he was running out of options. His worry intensified with each dead-end he encountered, and frustration set in. How could he have lost her?

Srinu (cursing himself): "How could I let this happen?!"

The woman’s voice was still following him, full of rage as he passed her by once again. Her insults continued to rain down, but Srinu was too distracted to care. He ran back to the junction where he had last seen the auto, hoping to catch the driver and ask where Ganga had gone. But when he arrived, there was no sign of the auto either. He looked left and right, running in both directions, searching in vain.

Srinu (frantically, fear creeping in): "Where is she? What the hell is happening?"

Just as he was about to give up, he heard the same woman’s voice again, but this time, she sounded calmer. She called out to him from the junction, sitting with one of her female friends.

Unknown Woman (mockingly): "Abey, oh chomu! Iddar aah!"
[Hey, you idiot! Come here!]

Srinu hesitated for a moment but decided to approach her.



As soon as he got closer, the woman started yelling again, this time with more vulgar language.

Unknown Woman (angrily): "Madarchod, mujhe dacha deke kaha bhaag raha hai?"
[You motherfucker, where are you running after crashing into me?]



Srinu (distracted, absentminded): "I’m sorry, madam."

The woman laughed at his apology, clearly amused by him calling her "madam."

Unknown Woman (laughing): "Arey, madam kisko bula rahe ho? Main koi madam nahi hoon."
[Who are you calling madam? I’m no madam.]

She paused for a moment before adding something that immediately caught Srinu’s attention.

Unknown Woman (teasing): "Madam toh wo hai, jise tu dhoond raha hai!"
[The madam is the one you’re looking for!]

Srinu’s eyes widened, his heart skipping a beat.

Srinu (alarmed): "What? What did you just say?"

Unknown Woman (smugly): "Haan, mujhe pata hai. Maine sab dekha. Kaise tu uska peecha kar raha tha."
[Yeah, I know. I saw everything. How you were following her.]

Srinu, feeling caught, tried to play it off, stuttering as he spoke.

Srinu (nervously): "I... I wasn’t following anyone."

The woman smirked, seeing right through his weak denial.

Unknown Woman (laughing): "Abey, itna daro mat. Yeh toh sab us madam ka peecha karte hain. Magar mujhe pata hai, wo koi madam nahi, badi randi hai."
[Oh, don’t be so scared. Everyone follows that madam. But I know, she’s no madam, she’s a big whore.]

Srinu’s blood boiled at the woman’s words. The idea of someone calling his wife Ganga a "randi" sent a surge of anger through him.

Srinu (furious): "How dare you call her that?!"

The woman raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by his outburst.

Unknown Woman (sarcastically): "Huh, itna gussa kyu ho rahe ho? Wo kya lagti hai teri?"
[Why are you getting so mad? What is she to you?]

Srinu realized he needed to be careful. He quickly controlled his emotions and pretended he didn’t know Ganga.

Srinu (calming down): "Oh, I’m not angry. I just wanted to know where she went."

The woman, sensing an opportunity, leaned closer to him, speaking with a hint of mischief.

Unknown Woman (teasing): "Haan, mujhe pata hai. Sab uske paas hi jaana chahte hain."
[Yeah, I know. Everyone wants to go to her.]

Srinu (anxiously, lowering his voice): "Do you know where she went?"

The woman leaned in even closer, a sly smile on her face.

Unknown Woman (whispering): "Agar main tumhe bataungi, toh mujhe kya milega?"
[If I tell you, what will I get in return?]

Srinu’s heart raced. He quickly pulled out his wallet, thinking he could buy the information he needed.

Srinu (eagerly): "If you tell me, I’ll give you as much money as you want."

The woman’s eyes lit up at the sight of his wallet.

Unknown Woman (teasing, her voice lowering): "Accha! Itni garami chadi hai kya? Chal, toh phir chalega kya? Baju wali gali mein ek jhopdi khaali padi hai."
[Oh really? You’re that eager? Come, will you do it? There’s an empty shack in the alley next door.]

She winked at him, clearly suggesting something far more intimate. 



Srinu’s mind went blank for a moment, realizing what she was implying.

Srinu (shocked, thinking): "Is she asking me to fuck her?!"

He quickly put his wallet back in his pocket, trying to regain control of the situation.

Srinu (panicked): "Oh, no, I didn’t mean that!"

The woman sighed, disappointed.

Unknown Woman (smirking): "Haan, main jaanti hoon. Tum bhi uske paas hi jaana chahte ho. Is jhopadpatti ke saare mard usi ke paas jaate hain."
[Yeah, I know. You just want to go to her. Every man in this slum wants to go to her.]



Srinu’s mouth dropped open in shock.

Srinu (wide-eyed): "Every man in the slum goes to her?!"

Unknown Woman (nodding): "Haan, na jaane kaisa jaadu kiya hai us randi ne in mardon par."
[Yes, who knows what kind of spell that whore has cast on these men.]

Hearing her call Ganga a "randi" again made Srinu's blood boil. But he knew he had to stay calm and find out more.

Srinu (controlled, asking): "How do you know this?"

Unknown Woman (nonchalantly): "Mujhe kya? Yah sabko pata hai. Isiliye toh yahan ke saare mard usko pyar se 'Raniganj ki Randi Rani' bulate hain."
[How do I know? Everyone knows. That’s why all the men here lovingly call her 'Raniganj ki Randi Rani.']

Srinu’s world spun. His head felt light, and he nearly lost his balance. He grabbed onto a wall for support, his mind unable to process what he had just heard.

Srinu (thinking, stunned): "Raniganj ki... Randi Rani?!"

The woman noticed him standing uncomfortably and mocked him.

Unknown Woman (sarcastically): "Abe chutiya! Tumhe kya ho gaya?"
[Hey, idiot! What’s wrong with you?]

Srinu (emotionally, tears welling up): "Nothing happened."

He wiped away the few tears that had escaped and started walking mindlessly, his thoughts consumed by what he had just learned. His feet moved, but his mind was in turmoil. The words kept replaying in his head: 'Raniganj ki Randi Rani'.

His search for Ganga continued aimlessly for nearly an hour, each thought stabbing at him. "Why is she calling Ganga a randi? What are these men doing with her? Are they… fucking her?!"

Even though he now understood the meaning of the mysterious words he had heard, it brought him no comfort. Srinu eventually decided that the unknown woman might be his only link to finding more about Ganga. He resolved to befriend her, keeping his identity hidden.

Srinu returned to the woman, who smiled slyly at him.

Unknown Woman (teasing): "Mili kya teri rani?"
[Did you find your queen?]

Srinu looked at her with defeated eyes. Seeing his state, the woman felt a slight twinge of pity.

Unknown Woman (comforting): "Arey, koi baat nahi. Chal, chalte hain baju wali gali mein."
[Hey, don’t worry. Come on, let’s go to the alley.]

Srinu stammered, unsure of what to say.

Srinu (awkwardly): "Actually, I’m busy today."

Unknown Woman (grinning): "Achcha? Toh kal aa jana. Mera naam Swathi hai. Is junction pe kisi se bhi poochh lena, sab mera ghar dikhayenge."
[Oh really? Well, come tomorrow then. My name is Swathi. Just ask anyone at this junction, and they’ll show you my house.]

Srinu, acting as though he was interested, replied.

Srinu (pretending): "Oh, you’re a celebrity too?"

Swathi (cockily): "Haan, main is jhopadpatti ki sabse badi kaamwali hoon."
[Yes, I’m the biggest worker in this slum.]

Srinu (curious): "Oh, you’re a maid?"

Swathi (smirking): "Sirf kaamwali nahi, bade kaamwali."
[Not just a maid, a big worker.]

Just as Srinu was about to ask more about Ganga, a man from a distance called out Swathi’s name, telling her to come over.

Man (shouting): "Swathi, idhar aa!"
[Swathi, come here!]

Swathi (rolling her eyes): "Itna kyun chillaa raha hai buddhe? Aa rahi hoon!"
[Why are you shouting so much, old man? I’m coming!]

Swathi turned back to Srinu, smiling.

Swathi (smiling): "Achcha bacchu, mujhe jaana padega. Mera papa bula raha hai. Kal isi time pe aa jana."
[Okay kid, I have to go. My dad is calling. Come tomorrow at this time.]

Srinu watched as Swathi left, still burdened by all the unanswered questions swirling in his head.

Srinu rode home with his mind tangled in a web of conflicting emotions. The chaotic scenes at the slum, Ganga's mysterious disappearance, and the strange encounter with Swathi swirled in his thoughts like a storm he couldn’t escape. The tension in his chest only grew with every passing second.

As the wind hit his face on the ride, questions kept assaulting him. "What the hell was Ganga doing in that slum? Why did she meet those men? Was she really there to help the poor, or... something else?"

The possibility that she could be involved with them in a way that went beyond mere charity tore at him. "No... no, it can't be. She wouldn’t... she wouldn’t do that!" But the more he tried to shut those thoughts out, the more vividly they filled his head. "Are they fucking her?!" The image of those men surrounding Ganga, her body taken by them, made his stomach turn. He gripped the bike's handles so tightly that his knuckles whitened. For a moment, he felt like driving his bike under a passing lorry, just to escape the torment in his head.

Srinu (inwardly, distressed): "Goddammit, no! I can't let this get to me. She was just distributing food, that’s all! She has to be."

His mind raced faster than the bike beneath him, thoughts bouncing between rationality and madness. He had always considered himself an atheist, never believing in divine power. But today, he prayed with all his heart, desperate for some form of solace. "Please, let her be there only for the poor. Please don’t let it be what I fear."

No matter how much he prayed the blade of rationality was pointing right at him with a simple question why would someone call Ganga 'Ranigunj ki Randi Rani'? If she was there only for nobel act like distributing food for the poor. No matter how much he thought he could not answer this question the reality was he didn't want to know the answer for this question.

But as he wrestled with these torturous thoughts, something unexpected happened. His mind shifted suddenly to Swathi. Her image flashed before his eyes—the way her boobs bounced when she first yelled at him after they collided in the market. Srinu, without thinking, felt a wave of arousal wash over him. He couldn’t help but remember how hot she looked, her body moving as she scolded him. Then he remembered the way she had leaned in, asking him to fuck her in the empty shack, winking at him with that naughty expression.

Srinu (involuntarily, thinking): "Swathi... that woman..."

Srinu felt an instant hardness between his legs as he thought about it, his body betraying him in that moment. He gritted his teeth and shook his head, trying to snap himself out of it. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" he cursed himself. "How can I be thinking about another woman when I have Ganga?"

Feeling ashamed, Srinu tried to focus, pushing Swathi’s image out of his head. He forced himself to concentrate on the road, determined to clear his mind of any distractions. It wasn’t right, he told himself. He loved Ganga—he shouldn’t be thinking about anyone else.

Keeping his head straight, Srinu rode quickly the rest of the way home. As soon as he arrived, he parked his bike behind the house, out of sight so that no one would notice he was home. He didn’t want anyone asking questions. Quietly, he used the spare key to let himself into the house, slipping inside with a heavy heart. He locked the door behind him.

Srinu sat down heavily on the sofa, his heart filled with regret and frustration. His mind replayed the scene over and over—the moment he had lost sight of Ganga in the crowded slum, how close he had been to following her, and how he let that chance slip away. His anger built up with each passing second, and in a fit of rage, he started throwing the items on the table: a remote, a glass, whatever his hands could reach. He grabbed his phone next, ready to hurl it across the room, but stopped at the last moment.

Why don’t I just call her? he thought. Maybe I can ask her where she is... but what if she gets suspicious? What if she realizes I’m following her?

The thought made his blood run cold. He couldn’t risk that. Pacing around the house like a caged animal, Srinu muttered to himself in frustration.

"Why is this happening to me?" he asked the empty room. "When will this torture end? Am I just overthinking everything?" His head throbbed with unanswered questions, and there was nothing he could do to silence them. "If only I could hear her side of the story..."

Suddenly, a memory jolted his mind—the book. The book that Ganga had been hiding in her closet.

That book… what’s in it? Could it have answers? Srinu’s heart pounded as he felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe this is the way to know her side of the story.


Srinu darted upstairs into their bedroom, heart pounding, as he fumbled through Ganga’s wardrobe. Sarees rustled as he anxiously searched beneath the neatly stacked pile. His fingers brushed against something solid — the diary. His pulse quickened.

Carefully, he slid the diary out, closing the wardrobe behind him. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he hesitated before opening it. Two words on the first page sent a cold chill down his spine: The Confession. The weight of the title felt like a dark omen. What could she possibly be confessing? Srinu wondered, a knot forming in his stomach. His hands trembled as he flipped through the pages, noting the many entries. She had been writing in it for a long time.

When he reached the first page, dated around the time of his hospital stay, his eyes settled on the initial words:

Hi Srinu, if you're reading this, it means I am dead.

The shock hit him like a punch. Dead? Srinu froze, his mind spinning. Was she sick? Hiding something from him? With a heavy heart, he reopened the diary, feeling the dread rise within him as he read on:

Yes, I should be dead for what I’ve done… for betraying the trust you placed in me.

His breath caught in his throat. Betrayed? His thoughts tumbled over each other. What could she possibly mean?

The paragraph continued, and it was like a knife twisting in his gut: After reading this, I don’t expect forgiveness, but I hope you won’t hate me. This is about the night we were attacked. When you got hit and collapsed, I thought you were dead. I was terrified, crying uncontrollably, but those bastards grabbed me before I could get to you. I screamed, but no one came. Those fuckers dragged us into a building.

Srinu’s mind reeled. Ganga, always so composed and kind, using words like fuckers to describe Javed and Chacha? He swallowed hard, a sick feeling rising as he read on. Holding the diary in his trembling hands, he noticed something he hadn’t before — the pages felt different, slightly crinkled. He ran his fingers over the paper and saw faint, warped bumps scattered across the page. They were marks left behind by dried tears. Ganga had been crying as she wrote this.

His chest tightened at the realization. She was in so much pain while writing this… The damp marks on the paper seemed to echo her anguish. Srinu could almost picture her, alone in the dimly lit room, pouring her heart out, her tears soaking into the diary. He could feel the weight of her sorrow in every word.

He swallowed hard, his throat dry, as the rawness of her emotions hit him. This wasn’t just a confession of guilt or betrayal; it was a painful outpouring of everything she had been carrying

The paragraph continued, They left you on the ground floor, unconscious. They dragged me up to the second floor. I fought to get to you, but it was no use. They overpowered me, took me into a room, and… The words trembled off the page. I beg you, Srinu, don’t hate me for what I’m about to tell you. I wish I were dead rather than have to explain this to you. No husband should ever have to read something like this from his wife.

Srinu felt nauseous. His hands trembled as the words blurred on the page. No, Ganga… what happened to you? His mind flashed back to the video recovery. Soon, he would see it all with his own eyes.

The page ended with, Please… don’t hate me.

Srinu was about to turn the page when the distinct sound of an auto-rickshaw echoed outside. His heart raced. Ganga must be back, he thought. Quickly glancing at his watch, her usual time. Hastily, he closed the diary, stashing it back under her sarees. With a final look around the room, he bolted for the back door, barely making it out in time. Srinu jumped over the compound wall and crouched in the bushes.

He watched as the auto stopped in front of the main gate. Ganga got out with her handbag and the lunch box bag. Before Srinu could get a clear look at the auto driver's face, the auto took a U-turn and left.

Srinu (cursing under his breath): “Damn that auto driver. Slippery as always.”

He saw Ganga open the front gate and walk towards the main door. Before she could reach it, the neighbor's aunt called out to her.

Aunty (curiously): “Ganga beti! Where are you coming from?”

Ganga walked up to the neighbor, her expression brightening slightly.

Ganga (smiling): “Yes, Aunty! We’re going to have a family function in our hometown next month. I went to Ameerpet regarding that.”

Hearing how expertly Ganga was lying by mixing some truth about the family function, Srinu felt a chill run down his spine.

Aunty (nodding in understanding): “Oh, you went for the function planning? Acha, beti… How much are the auto drivers charging from Ameerpet to here these days?”

With a cheeky expression, Ganga casually replied,

Ganga (with a cheeky expression): "Main auto wale ko paise nahin deti."
[I don’t give money to the auto driver.]



Auntie's face twisted in confusion.

Aunty (puzzled): “I didn’t understand, Ganga beti. You don’t give money to the auto driver?”

Ganga quickly shifted her demeanor, becoming more alert.

Ganga (stammering slightly): “Ah... Aunty... I mean... I don’t give the auto driver the money directly. I pay him with UPI, PhonePe.”

Srinu (clenching his teeth, feeling a mix of anger and confusion): “What did she mean by not giving money? Then what did she give instead of money? Did she actually tell the truth? Was that a slip of the tongue?”

As Ganga turned to walk towards the door, Srinu remained hidden in the bushes, wrestling with his thoughts and the rising tide of emotions.

Srinu looked at his watch again. There was still some time before he usually returned from the office. He had to make it look like he was just arriving home. So instead of rushing into the house, he decided to wait in the bushes.

He watched as Ganga moved around the house. It was clear that she was a little tired. She placed her bag on the table and started picking up all the things Srinu had angrily thrown earlier when he was sitting on the sofa. Oh shit, I completely forgot about the mess I made, he thought, feeling a pang of guilt. Ganga paused, looking around in confusion, trying to figure out what could have knocked things off the table. However, she didn’t dwell on it too long and headed to the kitchen to make herself some coffee.

A few minutes later, she took her coffee mug upstairs to their bedroom and sat down with her diary. From his hiding spot, Srinu could see her going through a multitude of emotions as she wrote, just like before. But this time, she seemed to take her sweet time, sipping her coffee and writing.

Suddenly, Srinu’s watch gave a soft beep, signaling the time he usually got home. It’s time, he thought. He quickly made his way to his bike and drove back to the house, making it seem like he was returning from the office.

Ganga greeted him at the door with a big smile, as usual. Srinu forced a smile in return and went inside. He sat down on the sofa, and Ganga brought him a cup of coffee, sitting adjacent to him.

Ganga (smiling): "How was your day at the office?"

Srinu (distracted but trying to stay calm): "Oh, you know, the usual. Busy. And yours?"

While they engaged in their usual chit-chat, Srinu couldn’t help but notice things about Ganga he hadn’t before. Her hair was hastily tied in a bun, strands falling loose in an untidy manner, indicating she had retied it several times. Her makeup from the morning had worn off, and there were light smudges of lipstick around her lips. She was wearing a deep-neck, sleeveless blouse that showed off her back and a generous amount of cleavage.



when he saw her soft boobs clearly from her beautiful cleavage, suddenly his mind flashed her boobs with cum sprayed all over them.



That’s how they must like it, he thought bitterly, as his eyes moved over her saree, which was folded in multiple places—not her usual pristine, ironed look.

Ganga had to call him twice to snap him out of his thoughts.

Ganga (concerned): "Srinu, what happened? You seemed lost for a moment."

Srinu (quickly, trying to cover up): "Oh, nothing, Ganga. I was just thinking about work stuff. Anyways, you look a bit tired today. How was your day?"

Srinu was expecting her to lie and tell him she had been working at home and got tired, but to his surprise, she said:

Ganga (casually): "Oh, I went to Ranigunj."

Srinu's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

Srinu (questioning, trying to keep his voice steady): "Why?"

Ganga (smiling, as if it were no big deal): "I go there a couple of days a week to feed the poor."

Srinu (pretending to be interested): "That’s nice. When did you start doing this?"

Ganga (softly, with a hint of nostalgia): "Oh, when you were in the hospital. I promised my favorite god that I would feed the poor every week if you got better soon."

Srinu's mind raced. Wow, She’s telling the truth... well, half the truth at least.

Srinu (playing along): "You should’ve called me. I would’ve taken you there myself."

Ganga (with a dismissive wave): "Oh, I didn’t want to bother you. You must’ve been busy with work. I went in an auto."

This was Srinu’s opportunity. He had been waiting to ask about the auto.

Srinu (curiously, trying not to sound too eager): "Oh, you took an auto? Did you book it on Ola or Uber?"

Again, to his surprise, she told the truth.

Ganga (nonchalantly): "No, I went with Ramesh bhaiya's auto."

Srinu's blood boiled. She’s even telling his name now? His face tightened as he asked:

Srinu (with a questioning look): "Ramesh bhaiya?"

Ganga (explaining, as if it were nothing): "Oh, I forgot to tell you. Ramesh bhaiya was very helpful when you were in the hospital. He’s the one who used to take me to the hospital and back home every day."

Srinu could barely contain his rage. He stood up abruptly, his anger simmering.

Ganga (concerned): "What happened, Srinu?"

Srinu (forcing calm, through gritted teeth): "Oh, nothing. I need to go to the washroom."

He rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. Inside, he furiously paced, cursing under his breath.

Srinu (to himself, fuming): "That lying whore! She has an answer for everything! How can she keep dodging every damn question?"

He considered confronting her directly but paused. Maybe it’s better to wait, the rational side of his mind told him. You’re too close to the truth now.

Srinu (frustrated, talking to himself): "Why shouldn’t I just tell her that I followed her and saw her in Ranigunj?"

The rational voice inside him answered, But you didn’t really see anything, did you? You lost her in the crowd. Besides, you can follow her again. And don’t forget the diary. She’s probably written everything in there.

Srinu (nodding to himself): "Yes, I can read her diary and know her thoughts without confronting her directly."

His mind raced back to the video recovery. Soon, I’ll have video proof too, he thought, feeling a sense of grim satisfaction.

He calmed himself down, deciding to wait until the right moment. After a few minutes, Srinu stepped out of the bathroom and rejoined Ganga. They chatted casually as usual, waiting for dinner.

As usual, they had dinner while watching Ganga’s favorite TV shows. Srinu was eager to finish eating and lock himself in his room to watch the recovered video, but he had to wait until Ganga went upstairs.