[kk007007]

Awesome update. What a narration. Author got great writing skills. Keep it up bro. Thank you for the update❤️

[kk007007]

Hi KK….,

Exquisite writing. I couldn’t imagine how difficult it would be to describe via the video what was going on in the room between Ganga, Javed and Chacha; at the same time introduce in extreme detail what Ganga had written in her diary; and at the same time relay what Shrinu was feeling…..this is super difficult.

The English language and grammar was good, the zooming in and out with your story between the diary , the video and Srinu’s reaction was at the perfect time and was just extraordinary.

The attention to details was also extraordinary….you actually noted that Chacha placed the phone to record at a good angle…had you forgotten this, then the readers would wonder where the video came from?

Showing Ganga fucking around behind Srinu’s back this early in the story may have killed the suspense that was the appeal of this story….”the cheating wife?” Well, now we know that she is INDEED cheating, then what’s the point of the story going forward? Won’t it then just turn into one of those standard “fuck-fest” stories that are dime a dozen on the internet?

NOTE: I don’t mind the belated updates….it’s really difficult to write good erotica so please take your time.

Thanks
Intrepid

Thanks for your genuine opinion.. But i would like to tell you story is not done yet.. so dont come to any conclusions.

Now, 30+ updates is EARLY in the story?? How much long do you think it should have gone for?

And about killing appeal of the story. i would say suspense is only part of the excitement, But if there is no treasure at the end of treasure hunt. Then what's the point of all the excitment ? you tell me. 

Intrepid, I hope you understand. what i'm trying to say here.

[kk007007]

Man.. I've read the last updates so many times!! Each moment is so well defined both in diary entry and video recording..  and it all syncs with the Yin and Yang imagination of Srinu too.. so his intuitions were bang on? Maybe? Big thanks for the efforts bro.. what an erotic thriller this is!

Only one question bro.. when is the next update dropping???

IDK

[kk007007]

That was one hot update. writing that would have taken a lot of effort. thank you for that. looks like future updates will be equally intense. And then the Raniganj mystery. and then Srinu's reaction - revenge or ...

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Thank you.. for letting me know about broken gifs.. i will try to reupload

[kk007007]

When can we expect new update bhai?

Dear bro aaj Sunday ko kar rahe ho kya Gang(a) bang day. Egarly waiting for Ganga ka Raandavtar

Do next update kab tak aaega

Bro, like an addict looking for a fix.. next update kab aayega yeh bata do

Bhai must update hai …. Waiting for next update

To be honest.. My fellow perverts.. i was a little exhausted from my previous update.. that update took alot of my energy..

Collecting all those gifs was not easy.. And now that stupid Image hosting platform is deleting my gifs.. so, maintenance of these gifs has also become a challenge now.. 

After reading your comments.. i feel refreshed.. i'l' try to post the update ASAP..

But work week is coming up.. So no promises

Cheers..

[kk007007]

Forget it  guys. The story is dead.

Kk.. at least let us know when the next update is planned bro..

Sorry! My fellow PERVERTS!!!

I recently had a promotion and now I have to manage a team!!

A Maverick guy like me who can't even manage his own ass . Now somehow I have to manage an entire team.

This made my weekdays busy having zero to none free time to write the story.

I had somehow made time on weekends and completed the update! 

Most probably today night will be the deadline for the new update.

I know you guys are frustrated with delayed updates. But I can't help it I just cannot write some meaningless update for just the sake of updating. 

I have to have an Inspiration to write the story and gather the gifs or images.

Please be patient. 

Cheers.

[kk007007]

Round Two

Javed and Chacha were both taken aback as they saw Ganga drop her saree, revealing her body. Without saying a word, she walked over and sat on the mattress. The air around them grew tense, as if they could sense something had changed.


Chacha (almost in a trance, murmuring to himself): "Yeh kya ho raha hai...?" [What’s happening…?]
Without thinking, he rushed toward her, positioning himself behind Ganga and kissing her shoulder lightly, his hands sliding up to caress her. His breath was heavy, caught in the moment.

However, Javed did not immediately move, his face clouded with suspicion. He stood frozen for a moment, watching Ganga, the confusion and curiosity apparent on his face. His eyes flickered with doubt, but he was still processing the sudden shift in her behavior.

Javed (raising an eyebrow, voice cold but curious): "Kya ho gaya madam? Tum aise kyun act kar rahi ho achanak?" [What happened, madam? Why are you acting like this all of a sudden?]
Javed (eyes narrowing, tone tinged with suspicion): "Shuru mein toh tum humse keh rahi thi ki humein tumhe akela chhod dena chahiye, tumhare pati ke paas bhejna chahiye. Phir bhi tum yeh sab kar rahi ho? Tumhare paas toh apne pati ke paas jaane ka mauka tha." [In the beginning, you were begging us to leave you alone, to send you to your husband. But now you're doing all this? You had a chance to go to your husband.]

Ganga (her head hung low, eyes filled with guilt, her lips trembling slightly as she struggled to speak): (She couldn’t meet his gaze, her silence speaking volumes. Her expression, heavy with regret, seemed to weigh down the room. Her hands clenched tightly in her lap, betraying the inner turmoil she was feeling.)

Javed (pausing, his voice softening slightly, but still searching for answers): "Kya yeh sab sirf ek khata thi? Tumhe humare paas kyun aana tha?" [Was this all just a mistake? Why did you come to us?]

Ganga didn’t respond immediately, the guilt in her eyes deeper than any words she could muster. The moment hung in the air, charged with unspoken emotions.

Chacha, noticing Ganga’s hesitation and her guilt-ridden demeanor, scowled at Javed, clearly annoyed.

Chacha (irritated, snapping): "Kya re chutiya Javed! Madam dobara aayi toh aayi. Tumko kya chul machi hai? Chupchap maja lena!" [What’s your problem, Javed? She came back, didn’t she? Why are you acting all curious? Just shut up and enjoy!]

Javed (turning sharply towards Chacha, scowling): "Abe Chacha! Har waqt apne land se hi sochta hai kya? Kabhi dimag bhi istemal karo!" [Hey Chacha! Do you ever think with anything other than your dick? Try using your brain sometimes!]
Javed (voice lowering, but laced with concern): "Zara socho… iska pati tab se behosh pada hua hai. Kahin woh mar gaya toh? Hum security officer ke haathon pakde jaenge!" [Think about it… her husband has been unconscious for a while. What if he’s dead? The security officer will catch us!]

Hearing this, Chacha froze for a moment, his lips parting in disbelief. The weight of Javed’s words sank in. He immediately stopped kissing Ganga’s shoulder and leaned back slightly, his brows furrowed as he considered the possibility.

Chacha (hesitant, now looking worried): "Sahi bol raha hai tu… shayad humein pehle uska haal dekhna chahiye." [You’re right… maybe we should check on him first.]

Javed (nodding, decisively): "Chalo Chacha, pehle iske pati ko dekh ke aate hain." [Let’s go, Chacha. Let’s check on her husband first.]

Chacha was about to get up from behind Ganga when, suddenly, she stirred from her silence. Her guilty expression shifted, and she looked up, her voice calm yet firm.

Ganga (cutting in, softly but with conviction): "Don’t worry, my husband is all right. I just saw him come upstairs looking for me."

Javed (his eyes widening, tone sharp with alarm): "Kya?! Woh upar aa gaya?!" [What?! He came upstairs?!]

Chacha (springing to his feet in a panic): "Abey! Darwaza band kar!" [Shit! Close the door!]

Chacha, his body moving faster than his thoughts, scrambled toward the door, his feet stumbling slightly as he reached for the handle. But before he could touch it, Ganga turned her head, a sly, playful smile appearing on her lips.

Ganga (with a teasing tone, her voice carrying a naughty undertone): "No need. I’ve already closed it."



Both men froze, their eyes darting toward her. Her mischievous smile added an unexpected twist to the tension in the room. The silence stretched for a moment as they processed her words, the charged atmosphere growing even heavier.

Javed (under his breath, staring at her in disbelief): "Yeh aurat... ab yeh kya nayi chaal chal rahi hai?" [This woman… what new game is she playing now?]

Javed (narrowing his eyes, voice dripping with suspicion): "Let me get this straight. So, madam, you’re telling me that you saw your husband coming upstairs, and instead of going to him, you closed the door and came back to us to get fucked?"

Ganga lowered her gaze, her face flushed with guilt and something unspoken. She didn’t utter a word, her silence palpable in the charged air.

Chacha (settling behind her again, speaking with a smirk): "Arrey, bol randi!" [Speak up, whore!]

He punctuated his demand with a slap on Ganga’s naked butt cheek. The sharp sound echoed in the room.

Ganga winced, her body flinching from the sting, but she still didn’t say a word. The silence only seemed to agitate Javed further.

Javed (leaning forward, his voice low but commanding): "Madam, all you wanted before was to go back to your husband. But now, why did you come back? I need an answer."

Chacha, growing impatient, slapped her butt once again—this time harder, his hand leaving a reddened imprint on her skin.

Chacha (growling): "Bol saali randi!" [Speak, you damned slut!]

Ganga gasped in pain, her body trembling, but her lips remained sealed. From the camera feed, Srinu could see her face contorted not just in pain but also in suppressed anger. Her hands clenched into fists as if holding back a storm.

Javed (voice rising, his patience snapping): "Why are you not answering, madam? I want to hear you say it! So answer my question!"

Chacha, frustrated and irate, shouted from behind: "Randi! Chinnal aurat! Bolti kyun nahi ho!" [Whore! Shameless woman! Why won’t you speak?]
This time, he struck her even harder, the force of the slap making Ganga scream. A red handprint bloomed across her skin.



Suddenly, Ganga snapped. Her scream turned into a roar, and she spun her head around, glaring at Chacha with blazing fury.

Ganga (yelling, her voice filled with pain and defiance): "Haan! Buddhe madarchod! Apne pati ko chhodkar yahan chudwane aayi hoon! Ab khush ho tum log?!" [Yes, you old motherfucker! I left my husband and came here to get fucked! Are you happy now?]

All three men looked perplexed by my sudden outburst and vulgar language. Even in their crudeness, they didn’t expect such words to come from her.

In the Diary she wrote Srinu, you’ve always known me as a sweet-talking and kind woman. But hearing me talk like a cheap street whore—using words that would make anyone cringe—you must be wondering if you ever really knew me at all.

In the video, Chacha, with that wicked smile of his, broke the silence.

Chacha (grinning smugly): "Mujhe pata tha tum jaise bade gharon ki auraton mein ek randi chhupi hoti hai. Magar tum log paise aane ke baad achhe auraton ka natak karte ho." [I knew it! Women from rich families always have a hidden slut inside them. But after getting money, you all pretend to be decent women.]

She put my head down again, ashamed but unable to argue or defend myself. His words stung because, in that moment, She felt like everything he said was true.

In the video, Javed leaned forward, his expression a mix of suspicion and curiosity.

Javed (calmly but probing): "Madam ji, kya aap sach mein apni marzi se hamare paas dobara chudwane aayi hain?" [Madam, did you really come back to us willingly to get fucked a second time?]

Even Srinu, sitting in his room with the diary in hand, felt curious about how Ganga would answer this question. But on screen, Ganga remained silent, her expression distant, as if she were lost in deep thought.

In the Diary, "When that bastard Javed asked me whether I had willingly come back to them for another round, his question snapped something inside me. The control of that primal voice, the one that had been overpowering my thoughts, shattered. I finally came to my senses. I started thinking clearly again. I looked at myself and the situation I was in. I started to panic. What am I doing? I asked myself. Have I fallen so low that I’ve abandoned my husband, my Srinu, to willingly come back to these laborers for this?

I wanted to escape. I wanted to run to you, Srinu, and leave this nightmare behind. But I knew it wouldn’t be easy. I had come back willingly, and now they wouldn’t just let me go. I began looking for an opportunity to flee."

Back in the video, Chacha cut into the silence, his impatience growing.

Chacha (snickering): "Abe Javed, madam ji khud bol chuki hain ki woh humse chudwane aayi hain. Kyon bar bar sawaal karke madam ji ko pareshaan kar raha hai? Chup-chaap maze le na!" [Hey, Javed, the madam herself admitted she came here to get fucked by us. Why are you bothering her with questions? Just enjoy yourself!]

Javed (grinning, leaning forward with excitement): "Madam, agar aap sach mein apni marzi se humare paas aayi hain, toh is duniya mein humse zyada khushnaseeb koi nahi." [Madam, if you’ve truly come to us of your own wish, then no one in this world is luckier than us.]

Chacha (nodding eagerly, a wicked glint in his eyes): "Haan madam, itni khoobsurat aurat agar hum jaise logon ke paas khud aayi hai, toh yeh kisi chamatkaar se kam nahi." [Yes, madam, a beautiful woman like you wanting guys like us is nothing short of a miracle.]

Javed (happily, his voice filled with exaggerated gratitude): "Haan Chacha, lagta hai hamari Mannate sun li gayi hain. ,.' ne hamari sun li!" [Yes, Chacha, it feels like our prayers have been answered. God has listened to us!]

Chacha (laughing smugly, his tone dripping with arrogance): "Bilkul sahi bola, Javed. ,.' ne hamari Mannate suni aur humein jannat se ek pari bhej di!" [Exactly, Javed. God heard our prayers and sent this angel from heaven to us!]

In Diary she wrote, "When those bastards Javed and Chacha called me an angel sent from heaven, it caught me off guard. I was sitting there, thinking of how to escape, my mind racing for a way out. But their words—those ridiculous, absurd words—made me pause for a moment. Even as I sat there, trying to think of a way to escape, hearing them call me an angel sent from heaven… I don’t know how to explain it, but it was… flattering. For a brief moment, their crude and twisted admiration stirred something inside me.

It’s embarrassing to admit this, Srinu, but I think I blushed. Even now, as I write this, I can’t fully understand why. Maybe it was because no one had ever spoken about me like that before—not in such an intense, exaggerated way.

In the video, Srinu could see the faint blush on Ganga’s face, her lips pressed tightly together as she avoided eye contact with the two men. His mind raced as he tried to process her words and actions. 

Srinu (thinking, furious): *"Flattering? Blushing? BITCH !!!

chacha said now let us worship you madam Ji. With that, Chacha placed his hand on Ganga’s shoulder and started caressing her, his lips moving toward her neck. On screen, Ganga flinched slightly, a reaction that Srinu picked up on instantly.

Srinu (thinking bitterly): Maybe there’s still something in her resisting. Maybe not. But it doesn’t matter now, you randi. You’ve already let them fuck you.

Suddenly, Javed shoved Chacha away, his face twisted in annoyance.

Chacha (angrily): "Abe Javed, pagal ho gaya hai kya? Kyon mujhe dhakel raha hai?" [Hey, Javed, have you gone mad? Why are you pushing me?]

Javed (sternly): "Aap meri baari hai madam ke saath akele mein karne ki. Tum toh pichhle baar madam ke saath akela maze le chuke ho." [It’s my turn to be alone with the madam. Last time, you got to enjoy her alone.]

Chacha (confused): "Kya bak rahe ho? Hum dono toh saath kar rahe the." [What are you talking about? We both had her together.]

Javed (frustrated): "Shuru mein saath the, magar baad mein tum akela maze le rahe the jab main so gaya tha!" [Yes, we started together, but later you were the one enjoying alone when I fell asleep!]

Chacha (mocking): "Abe, tu mein dam hi nahin tha toh so gaya. Uska main kya karun?" [If you couldn’t keep up and fell asleep, how is that my problem?]

Javed (snapping): "Mujhe kuch nahin pata. Ab mujhe bhi madam ke saath ek baar akele mein karna hai." [I don’t care. Now I want my turn alone with the madam.]

The argument escalated, and Ganga, sitting silently between them, grew visibly frustrated. In the video, Srinu noticed how her eyes darted around the room, looking for an escape.

Srinu (thinking bitterly): Why are you looking for a chance now? It’s too late. You’ve already crossed every line.

Finally, Javed suggested

Javed (grinning): "Chacha, mere paas ek idea hai. Toss khelte hain. Jo jeetega, woh madam ke saath akela karega." [I have an idea. Let’s toss a coin. Whoever wins gets to be alone with the madam.]

Chacha (smirking): "Theek hai, magar tere Sholay wale sikke se nahin. Mere ek rupaiye ke sikke se khelenge." [Fine, but not with your rigged Sholay coin. We’ll use my one-rupee coin.]

Javed: "Theek hai. Mujhe sikka do, main toss karunga." [Alright, give me the coin. I’ll toss it.]

Chacha (quickly cutting in): "Nahin! Tu bahut chaalak hai. Madam ko toss karne denge." [No! You’re too clever. Let’s let the madam toss it.]

He handed the coin to Ganga, who reluctantly held it in her hand, her fingers trembling.

Chacha (grinning): "Madam, toss karo. Dekhte hain kaun pehle karega." [Madam, toss the coin. Let’s see who goes first.]

The Diary Continued, "I stood there, holding the coin, feeling the weight of it as if it carried my fate. I wanted to plead with them to let me go. I whispered, ‘Please… please let me—’ but before I could finish, Chacha grabbed my shoulder and shook me. The coin slipped from my hand and fell to the ground."

In the video, the coin landed on heads.

Chacha (shouting in triumph): "Heads! Main jeet gaya! Javed, tu haar gaya!" [Heads! I’ve won! Javed, you’ve lost!]

Javed (grumbling): "Yeh cheating hai. Coin madam ke haath se fisal gaya." [That’s cheating. The coin slipped from her hand.]

Chacha (dismissive): "Chal, chal, kuchh nahin hua. Tumhara rona yahan nahin chalega. Ab hat jao aur wahaan khade hokar dekho." [Shut up! Nothing happened. Stop whining and Now step aside and watch a real fuck.]

Javed, clearly upset, stood up and moved to the corner of the room.

Javed (grumbling): "Han, hat raha hoon. Jaldi karna jo karna hai. Mujhe bhi madam ji ke saath baari chahiye." [Fine, I’m stepping aside. Do whatever you want quickly. I want my turn too.]

As Chacha celebrated his victory, Ganga tried one last time to plead.

Ganga (hurriedly): "Please, this is a mistake. I should have never come back. Let m—"

But her words fell on deaf ears. Chacha pushed her back onto the mattress, ignoring her protests entirely.

Watching this, Srinu muttered under his breath: "What’s the point of pleading now, you randi? You came back on your own. They’ll never take you seriously."

Chacha immediately spread her legs wide, his face moving in between her thighs without hesitation. Ganga instinctively wrapped her legs around his head, her breathing growing heavier as her body seemed to surrender on its own. Chacha's experienced tongue found her clitoris almost effortlessly, and he began teasing her with slow, deliberate licks.



Javed (mocking, annoyed): "Arey oh gandu Chacha, har waqt tumhein chhut ya gand hi chatna hai! Romance naam ki bhi koi cheez hoti hai." [Hey, you old pervert, all you do is lick pussy or ass! There’s something called romance too.]

Chacha (snapping back, unbothered): "Chaman chutiye, chup-chaap wahan khade hokar dekho." [Shut up, you idiot, and just stand there watching.]

There was no delay in Ganga’s reaction. Her lips parted slightly, and a soft moan escaped as her eyes fluttered shut. Hearing her moans, Chacha smirked, teasing her further by gently making small circles around her pussy lips with his tongue. Her hips instinctively pushed into his face, her hands gripping his head tightly and pulling him closer.



Javed, despite his frustration, couldn’t take his eyes off the scene unfolding on the mattress. Ganga’s moans and trembling body were enough to make his cock hard. He started rubbing himself through his pants, unable to resist the arousal building within him.

Chacha, sensing Ganga’s increasing pleasure, intensified his pace. He slipped his tongue inside her pussy, thrusting into her inner folds while his warm breath grazed her clit. Slowly, he slid his tongue from the bottom to the top, tracing a deliberate path toward her belly button before starting again from the entrance. He repeated this motion, savoring every gasp and shiver that escaped from her trembling body.



Srinu could clearly see the ecstasy on Ganga’s face through the monitor. Her body trembled, little waves rippling across her soft belly. He clenched his fists, seething: Is she seriously about to have another orgasm? How many has she already had tonight? What a disgrace.

Javed, his hand moving faster now, dropped his pants and started stroking his cock openly while watching Ganga’s reactions.

Javed (frustrated): "Abe Chacha, sab kuchh chat lega kya? Mere liye bhi kuchh chhod de!" [Hey Chacha, are you going to lick everything? Leave something for me!]

Chacha (grinning, amused): "Arey Javed, disturb mat kar. Chup-chaap apna land hila le." [Don’t disturb me, Javed. Just quietly stroke yourself.]

Noticing her body’s heightened response, Chacha decided to push her even further. He began licking in slow circles around her clit—first clockwise, then counterclockwise—while inserting two fingers into her wet pussy. Ganga gasped loudly, her voice trembling with surprise and pleasure. "Ahhh!" escaped her lips as her body arched into his touch.



Chacha (teasing, pausing briefly): "Do you like that, madam ji?"  While pulling out his two fingers and reinserting them slowly simultaneously licking her clit.

Ganga let out a loud moan in response, her voice trembling with pleasure. Her hips moved instinctively, grinding against his face.

Chacha (teasing, slapping her thigh lightly): "Bolo, saali randi, achha lag raha hai kya?" [Say it, you slut, does it feel good?]

Ganga, startled by the sting of the slap, moaned louder and replied breathlessly

Ganga (gasping, her voice trembling): "Haan, buddhe madarchod! Bahut achha lag raha hai. Aur zor se karo!" [Yes, you old bastard! It feels so good. Do it harder!]

Her words fueled Chacha further. Ganga grabbed his hair, pulling his head even deeper between her thighs as her body writhed in pleasure.

Srinu (shouting at the screen, furious): "What a whore! She’s begging that old bastard to lick her while her husband lies unconscious outside!"

Javed, turned on by her words, started stroking himself faster, his breathing ragged. The frustration and arousal on his face were impossible to miss.

Chacha, spurred on by Ganga’s cries, began fingering her pussy with greater intensity. His fingers curled inside her, stimulating her G-spot, while his tongue flicked rapidly over her clit.



He slapped her thigh again, his voice gruff

Chacha (commanding): "Saali randi kahin ki, dekh mujhe!" [You filthy slut, look at me!]

Ganga raised her head, her eyes locking with Chacha’s. 

Ganga (raising her head, locking eyes with him, breathless): "Ahhh! Yes… oh yes… madarchod! Chato… aur zor se chato!" [Ahhh! Yes… oh yes… bastard! Lick me… lick me harder!] 

Chacha paused briefly, a wicked smile curling on his lips, as if warning her of what was to come. Without hesitation, he grew more aggressive, his tongue relentless as his fingers worked her from inside.

Srinu (watching, disgusted): Chacha’s going to make her explode again. How can she let herself enjoy this so much?

Javed (yelling in frustration): "Abe Chacha, chat-chat ke uski chut faad dega kya? Mere liye bhi kuchh chhod de, bhenchod!" [Hey Chacha, are you going to lick her pussy raw? Leave something for me, you bastard!]

chacha was so lost in eating ganga's pussy, he didn't even listen to what javed was saying. chacha's curled fingering with rapid pace stimulating her g-spot made ganga ooze white frothy and creamy cum from her pussy. chacha licked all the creamy cum off his fingers. Chacha removed his fingers from pussy and reinserted his tongue inside her pussy but only deeper. chacha's tongue explored the depths of her pussy with relentless precision. Ganga was unable to control herself from the pleasure of chacha's tongue. Ganga wrapped her legs around Chacha's neck trying to hold back her orgasm. 

Srinu could see the immense pleasure on her face. Chacha was licking her pussy so hard that she was now trying to hold down to the mattress with her both hands While screaming in pleasure. At one point srinu noticed Ganga pulling her hips away from chacha's tongue to stop herself from cumming.



Sensing her climax nearing, Chacha grabbed her thighs firmly and rolled onto his back, pulling Ganga on top of him. She now sitting on his face.

Javed watched Ganga sitting on Chacha’s face, her hips grinding instinctively, her body fully lost in the sensation. His arousal grew, and he couldn’t help but say

Javed (grinning, rubbing his cock through his pants): "Madam ji, please meri bhi turn aane par mujhe bhi apne face ka yeh darshan do." [Madam ji, please, when it’s my turn, sit on my face too.]

As Ganga straddled Chacha’s face, her body moving in slow, sensual circles, Chacha suddenly stopped licking her pussy and lay motionless on the mattress. The change was so abrupt that Ganga froze for a moment, her hips pausing mid-motion. Instinctively, her body continued grinding against his face, urging him to resume, but Chacha gave no reaction. He simply lay there, silent, with a faint wicked smile playing on his lips.

Ganga (frowning, leaning forward): "Kya hua, madarchod? Chatna kyun band kar diya?" [What happened, you bastard? Why did you stop licking?]

She lowered her head to look at him, confusion flickering in her eyes. As their gazes met, Chacha’s sly smile deepened. He seemed to know exactly what she was craving and took delight in teasing her, withholding the release she was so close to reaching.

Javed, equally confused, shouted from where he stood

Javed (frustrated, rubbing himself harder): "Abe O Chacha, pagal ho gaya hai kya? ,.' ki bheji hui farishte ki chut kyun nahi chat raha? Agar tu nahi chatna chahta, mujhe de de. Main chat lunga!" [Hey Chacha, have you gone mad? Why aren’t you licking the pussy of an angel sent by ,.'? If you don’t want to lick, give her to me—I’ll do it!]

Ganga’s confusion turned to realization as she noticed Chacha’s wicked smirk. She understood that he was teasing her, enjoying her desperation. Her lips curled into a determined smile. If Chacha wanted to play games, she would make sure she won.

Ganga (leaning forward, voice laced with anger): "Sala randi baz kahin ka, chatna kyun band kar diya? Chat mere chut ko, madarchod!" [You bastard, why did you stop licking? Lick my pussy, you bastard!]

Her words were demanding, and her actions matched them. She leaned forward, resting her weight on her hands, and began grinding her hips in slow, powerful circles against his face, forcing his mouth to open and meet her wetness.

aved (shouting angrily): "Ab toh chatna, madarchod! Madam ji bhi bol rahi hai chatne ko!" [Now start licking, you bastard! Even Madam is telling you to lick her!]

Chacha finally spoke, his voice muffled but filled with teasing intent

Chacha (grinning, looking into her eyes): "Madam ji, mujhe aapki gand chatni hai. Aapke chhut ko baad mein chhatenge." [Madam ji, I want to lick your ass. I’ll get to your pussy later.]

In her diary, she wrote "Hearing Chacha say he wanted to eat my ass made me think about how I could take revenge on him for teasing me. I decided to tease him back instead."

In the video, Ganga leaned back slightly and said with a mocking laugh

Ganga (grinning): "Budde madarchod, tum gatar mein ghoomne wale suar ho kya, jo meri gand chatna chahte ho?" [You old bastard, are you a sewer pig that you want to lick my ass?]

Chacha, unfazed, replied without hesitation

Chacha (smiling wickedly): "Haan, madam ji. Aap jaise jannat se aaye hue farishte ke liye, main gatar mein ghoomne wale suar ki tarah aapki tatti bhi khane ke liye tayaar hoon." [Yes, madam ji. For an angel like you, I’d happily be a sewer pig and even eat your shit.]

Ganga giggled at his shameless reply, her laughter ringing through the room. Srinu, watching this unfold on the screen, couldn’t believe his eyes or ears.

Srinu (furious, slamming his fist on the table): "What the fuck?! That bitch is laughing at the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard! What happened to her that night?!"

On the mattress, Ganga decided to take control. She raised her hips slightly, teasing Chacha by dangling her ass just above his face, moving it in slow circles as if taunting him with a golden carrot.

Ganga (mocking, her voice dripping with challenge): "Le, chat meri gand ko, suar ki aulad." [Go on, lick my ass, you filthy pig.]



Chacha didn’t hesitate for a moment. He shoved his mouth into her ass, licking her asshole eagerly while his nose pressed against her wet pussy. Ganga moaned, her body arching slightly as she felt his tongue explore her most sensitive areas.

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Srinu watching his wife ganga talking in the most vulgar language possible Made it impossible for him to believe That it was the same person he knew who spoke the Sweetest and kindest words. He remembered how they used to have naughty words mixed up here and there while they were having sex, but he never thought Ganga had such filthy vocabulary in her head all along.


Srinu (watching, his voice trembling with anger): She’s enjoying this… that fucking whore! Those bastards turned my sanskari wife turned into a street whore!

Javed, meanwhile, was completely enthralled by the sight. He stroked himself faster, unable to look away.

Javed (breathless, praising her): "Madam ji, aap toh jannat se bheji hui devi ho. Aapki khoobsurti se humein bless karne ke liye aayi ho." [Madam ji, you’re a goddess sent from heaven to bless us with your beauty.]

Chacha continued licking and kissing her asshole, his tongue making deliberate circles that sent shivers through Ganga’s body. Her moans grew hotter, her hips grinding harder against his face.



His hands moved to her breasts, kneading them as she leaned forward slightly, guiding his touch.

Ganga (gasping, locking eyes with him): "Haan… zor se karo… aur zor se daba, madarchod!" [Yes… do it harder… squeeze harder, you bastard!]



Chacha, after a few moments of rimming her, pulled his mouth away. He opened it wide, signaling silently to Ganga. She immediately understood. Leaning forward, she let a line of spit drop from her lips into his open mouth.

Chacha (catching it, savoring it): "Sacred gift from a goddess…"



He closed his mouth, savoring her spit, and returned to licking her ass. Meanwhile, Ganga reached behind her, finding Chacha’s hard cock. She stroked it slowly, her fingers curling around it as her body moved rhythmically on his face.

Chacha wanted more than just Ganga’s hand on his penis. He leaned forward, his voice low but filled with mischief, and said

Chacha (teasing, with a sly smile): "Madam ji, sirf haath se kaam nahi chalega. Aapko munh mein lena padega." [Madam, using just your hand won’t do. You’ll have to take it in your mouth.]

Ganga smirking, playfully tilting her head, She turned her body around with deliberate grace, making sure her dripping pussy was still accessible to Chacha’s eager mouth. She positioned herself perfectly, leaning down to wrap her fingers around his hard cock while lowering her lips onto it. Her movements were precise, a testament to her experience, and she exuded a natural sensuality as she began to take him in.

Meanwhile, Javed, who had already pulled out his cock, was stroking it furiously. His eyes widened as he watched Ganga’s expert positioning. He couldn’t help but shout

Javed (excited, panting): "Vah, Madam ji! Yeh angle toh ab tak sirf BF mein dekha hai. Yah toh meri favourite 69 position hai!" [Wow, Madam! I’ve only seen this angle in porn. This is my favorite 69 position!]

Srinu, glued to the screen, felt his anger boiling over. His thoughts raced with bitterness as he clenched his fists. Yes, Javed is right. Obviously, she’s an expert in this position. It’s my favorite too! Ganga and I always ate each other during sex, and now this street whore is sharing this sacred position with a filthy, low-class old man. Fucking bitch!

Ganga lay atop Chacha, her hips lowering onto his face as his tongue eagerly resumed its work. She gasped softly when his tongue slid across her clit in slow, deliberate circles. Her moans were muffled as she took the tip of Chacha’s cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it teasingly.



Chacha (groaning, gripping her hips tightly): "Madam ji, bas yahin ruko… aapka swad swarg jaisa hai." [Madam, stay right there… your taste is like heaven.]

Javed (frustrated, shouting): "Sali chhinaal aurat, kya chus rahi hai! Ek buddhe ki land chus rahi hai, randi. Yahaan par jawan land hai. Isko kab chusegi?" [You slutty woman, what a way to suck! You’re sucking an old man’s cock. There’s a young cock here—when will you suck this one?]

Ganga, her lips still wrapped around Chacha’s cock, turned her head slightly and locked eyes with Javed. She gave him a teasing look, her gaze playful and challenging, while she continued to suck slowly on Chacha’s dickhead.



Javed (groaning, precum dripping from his cock): "Oh, my sex goddess! Will you kill me with that teasing look? I can’t take it anymore! I need your soft lips on my cock."

He took a step toward her, unable to control his desire, but before he could get any closer, Chacha’s voice rang out, sharp and commanding

Chacha (snapping, glaring at Javed): "Shut up and stand there, Javed! This is my turn."

Javed froze, disappointment flashing across his face. Muttering curses under his breath, he reluctantly returned to his spot, stroking his cock furiously as he watched.

Chacha’s tongue was relentless as it moved in quick, circular motions over Ganga’s clit. She moaned deeply, her hips grinding against his face, desperate for the release she had been denied earlier. His hands gripped her tightly, holding her in place as he buried his face deeper into her folds.

Ganga (panting, her voice trembling): "Ahhh… madarchod… haan… wahi karo… aur zor se!" [Ahhh… you old bastard… yes… keep doing that… harder!]

Chacha responded by thrusting his tongue deeper, licking her clit with renewed vigor. Meanwhile, Ganga’s mouth worked eagerly on his cock. She took him deeper, her lips sliding along his length as her tongue flicked over the sensitive underside. Chacha groaned loudly, his hips bucking upward as he pushed further into her warm, wet mouth.

Chacha (moaning, breathless): "Madam ji, aapke jaise swarg ka darwaza kahin aur nahi milega." [Madam, a doorway to heaven like yours can’t be found anywhere else.]

Ganga gagged slightly as his cock pushed deeper into her throat, but she didn’t stop. Her rhythm quickened, her head bobbing up and down as she matched the intensity of his tongue on her clit.

As Chacha’s tongue flicked rapidly over her sensitive nub, Ganga felt the familiar tension building in her abdomen. Her thighs trembled, and her breath came in short, sharp gasps. Her moans, muffled by Chacha’s cock, grew louder as she teetered on the edge of climax.

Chacha (grinning wickedly, his tongue relentless): "Aa jao, Madam ji. Aapki har boond mujhe chahiye." [Come on, Madam. I want every drop of you.]

With a final stroke of his tongue, Ganga’s body convulsed as her orgasm hit. Her pussy spasmed around Chacha’s face, her juices flowing freely as she cried out in ecstasy.

Ganga (shuddering, her voice breaking): "Ahhh… haan… madarchod… haan! Bas… wahi karo!" [Ahhh… yes… you bastard… yes! Keep doing that!]

Chacha groaned as he felt her release drip down onto his face. He licked her hungrily, savoring every drop as if it were a divine offering.

Ganga leaned forward, her head falling momentarily as she basked in the aftershocks of her orgasm. Chacha, his face slick with her juices, licked his lips and smiled.

Chacha (smirking, looking up at her): "Madam ji, yeh toh bas shuruaat hai." [Madam, this is just the beginning.]

Chacha (grinning mischievously): "Madam ji, ab aapki baari hai. Mujhe bhi toh thoda mazaa milna chahiye." [Madam, now it’s your turn. I deserve some pleasure too.]

Ganga, still lying on top of him in the 69 position, immediately understood what he meant. She began to gather herself, ready to take his cock into her mouth. But just as she leaned forward, Chacha stopped her.

Chacha (teasing, raising a hand to her cheek): "Nahi, Madam ji, aise nahi. Main aapka chehra dekhte hue enjoy karna chahta hoon." [No, Madam, not like this. I want to see your face while you suck my cock.]

Without a second thought, Ganga shifted off him, her movements slow and deliberate. As she turned, Chacha’s hand came down on her butt cheek with a loud slap.

Ganga (gasping, letting out a soft moan): "Ahh… buddhe madarchod!" [Ahh… you old bastard!]

She gave him a playful, naughty smile over her shoulder as she adjusted her position. Facing him, she moved between his legs, positioning herself in a doggy-style pose. Chacha lay back on the mattress, his eyes locked on her every move, his excitement palpable.

Javed, watching the scene unfold, couldn’t contain his impatience.

Javed (shouting, stroking his cock faster): "Saale randi, jaldi chatna shuru kar aur uska paani nikal de! Uske baad mera number hai!" [You slut, hurry up and start sucking him dry! After him, it’s my turn!]

Srinu, glued to the monitor, felt a bitter mix of disgust and disbelief as he watched his wife. There she goes again, he thought bitterly. She just can’t get enough of their cocks.

Ganga, however, didn’t immediately go for Chacha’s cock. Instead, she leaned in slowly, her tongue flicking out to lick his balls first. She started with a deliberate, teasing motion, her soft wet tongue gliding over the sensitive skin as she looked up at him with a mischievous smile.



Chacha jolted with pleasure, his body tensing at her touch.

Chacha (groaning, his voice trembling): "Ahhh… madam ji… bas wahi karo… haan!" [Ahhh… Madam, just keep doing that… yes!]

Encouraged by his reaction, Ganga began trailing her tongue slowly along the sides of his shaft, working her way upward with calculated precision. When she reached the tip, she paused, her tongue flicking teasingly over his pee hole. Each time she made him believe she was about to take his cock into her mouth, she pulled away, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she repeated the teasing motions.



Chacha (growling like an animal, his patience thinning): "Sali randi, bas aur mat tadpao! Munh mein le lo!" [You slut, stop teasing! Take it in your mouth already!]

Finally, Ganga gave in to his desperate pleas. She wrapped her soft lips around his cockhead, sucking gently as her hand stroked the length of his shaft.

Chacha (moaning loudly, his head falling back): "Ahhh… haan! Sali randi… yeh toh swarg hai!" [Ahhh… yes! You slut… this is heaven!]



Her mouth worked skillfully, her lips and tongue pressing and gliding against his shaft. She took his cock deeper, then pulled back, letting him enjoy the full sensation of her lips moving over his length.

Javed (groaning in awe, stroking himself furiously): "Yeh toh duniya ka best blowjob hai. Koi isse better nahi kar sakta." [This must be the best blowjob in the world. No one can do it better.]



Even Srinu couldn’t help but begrudgingly agree in his thoughts. Javed’s right… nobody can resist Ganga’s soft lips.

Chacha, overwhelmed by the pleasure, reached out and placed his hand on Ganga’s head. He pressed down gently, guiding her to take him deeper. Following his lead, Ganga slowly swallowed his entire length, her throat tightening around him as she deep-throated his cock.

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Chacha (groaning, his voice breaking with pleasure): "Ahhh… madam ji! Aapne toh dil jeet liya!" [Ahhh… Madam! You’ve won my heart!]


Ganga’s hand moved to his balls, massaging them softly as her lips worked along his shaft. She gagged slightly as she took him deeper, his cock filling her throat completely, but she adjusted quickly, her rhythm smooth and steady.



Chacha couldn’t hold back any longer. His hips began to rock upward, thrusting into her mouth as he moaned uncontrollably. Ganga held herself steady, her hands gripping the mattress for balance as his movements grew more intense.

Chacha (panting, his voice hoarse): "Haan… bas aise hi… madam ji, aahhhhhhhh!" [Yes… just like that… Madam aahhhhhhhh!]

Her throat tightened around him as she swallowed, taking him as deep as she could. Chacha’s groans filled the room, his pleasure evident in every thrust. Ganga’s fingers clawed at the sheets, her body pressed against him, fully immersed in the act.

Chacha struggled to hold back, his breaths coming in short, uneven gasps as he groaned.

Chacha (moaning, struggling to control himself): "Madam ji, bas karo! Agar aise hi karti rahogi toh nikal jayega." [Madam, stop! If you keep going like this, I’ll cum.]

Desperate to stop himself from cumming in her mouth, he sat up abruptly on the mattress, his hand gripping a fistful of Ganga’s hair as he gently but firmly pulled her off his cock. Her lips left him with a wet, audible pop, a trail of saliva still connecting her lips to his shaft. Without wasting any time, Chacha wrapped his other arm around her waist, pulling her onto him.

Ganga smoothly transitioned from her position between his legs to straddling him. Her thighs spread wide, her legs wrapping tightly around his hips as she sat atop him. The heat of her wet pussy pressed against his abdomen, making Chacha groan in anticipation.

Chacha and Ganga’s lips met in a hungry, passionate kiss. Their tongues intertwined as their hands roamed each other’s bodies, both lost in the intensity of the moment. Ganga, now fully in control, reached between them and guided Chacha’s hard cock to her entrance. She teased him for a moment, rubbing his tip along her slick folds before lowering herself onto him in one smooth motion.

Ganga (gasping as he filled her completely): "Ahhh…!!!"



Chacha began thrusting upward to meet her movements, his hands gripping her waist tightly. Ganga moved with slow, deliberate rolls of her hips at first, savoring the stretch as his cock filled her completely. She leaned forward, her forehead resting against his as her breaths came in soft, shaky gasps.

Ganga (moaning, her voice trembling): "Ahhh… haan… bas yahi karo… aur zor se!" [Ahhh… yes… just like that… harder!]

Chacha’s hands slid up her back, gripping her shoulders before moving to her breasts. He cupped them firmly, kneading her soft mounds as his mouth found one of her nipples. His tongue flicked over the hardened bud before he sucked greedily, his lips drawing tight circles around it.

Ganga threw her head back, crying out in pleasure as Chacha’s cock pressed deeper inside her with every thrust. Her movements grew faster, more frenzied, her hips slamming down onto him with renewed intensity. Her breasts bounced against Chacha’s face, her nipples grazing his cheeks as she rode him harder.

After thoroughly sucking her breasts, Chacha leaned back onto the mattress, pulling Ganga with him so that she was lying atop his chest. His cock stayed buried deep inside her as he continued thrusting upward, his hips rocking rhythmically. Ganga moaned loudly, her pussy tightening around his shaft with every stroke as they passionately kissed each other.



Srinu, watching the video, noticed Ganga suddenly shifting her legs. She placed her feet flat against the mattress on either side of Chacha’s hips, raising herself into a squatting position. For a moment, the men watching seemed confused by her movements, but their questions were quickly answered.

Ganga smirking mischievously lifted her hips slightly, creating a small gap between their bodies before slamming herself back down onto him. Her pussy swallowed his cock entirely with every thrust, the rhythmic motion causing loud tapping sounds as her butt cheeks slapped against his thighs.

Chacha (groaning loudly, his voice hoarse with pleasure): "Ahhhh! Sali randi, tumse badi chhinaal maine kabhi nahi dekhi. Kya chudwa rahi ho!" [Ahhhh! You slut, I’ve never seen a bigger whore than you. What a fuck!]



Javed, who was stroking his cock with both hands, laughed as he joined in

Javed (panting, his tone filled with desire): "Haan, Chacha, tum sahi bol rahe ho. Kitni badi randi hai yeh! Isko zindagi bhar choden tab bhi man nahi bharega." [Yes, Chacha, you’re right. She’s such a big slut! Even if we fuck her for life, it won’t be enough.]

Chacha (moaning, his head rolling back in pleasure): "Sahi bol rahe ho, Javed. Is randi ko jitna bhi chodu, mera man nahi bhar raha. Kal se iske bina kaise jee payenge?" [You’re right, Javed. No matter how much I fuck this slut, it’s never enough. How will we live without her from tomorrow?]

Javed paused for a moment, his eyes lighting up with excitement as an idea struck him.

Javed (jubilantly): "Humein uski tension lene ki zarurat nahi hai, Chacha. Dekho, Madam ji kitne mazae se chudwa rahi hain. Hum Madam ko kabhi nahi chhodenge. Aaj se unke saath najayaz rishta bana kar rakhenge." [We don’t need to worry about that, Chacha. Look how Madam is enjoying herself! From today, we’ll have an illicit affair with her.]

Listening to Javed’s suggestion, Chacha stopped sucking on her breasts and turned to Ganga with a wide grin.

Chacha (grinning, asking playfully): "Haan, Madam, Javed sahi bol raha hai kya? Aaj se hamare saath randiya ka maza logi?" [Yes, Madam, is Javed right? From today, will you enjoy being a whore with us?]

Srinu, glued to the screen, became curious about her response. Ganga sat up straight on Chacha’s cock, her hips moving rhythmically as she rode him. Her expression turned thoughtful, her gaze distant as she considered their question.



In her diary, "Dear Srinu, I was completely lost in my thoughts when those bastards asked me if I wanted to have an illegal affair with them. You might be wondering what gave them the audacity to ask me such a thing. Honestly, I am ashamed to admit it, but it was my fault. My actions gave them the boldness to think I would agree to something so outrageous. The truth is, I was enjoying all the fucking far too much than they expected from me… I know how this sounds, and I can imagine how angry you must be reading this. But I beg you to keep reading and let me explain myself fully. Please, don’t judge me until you’ve heard it all… I promise, I’ll try to make sense of it in the end."

Srinu saw in the video that Ganga’s movements on Chacha’s cock had slowed significantly. Noticing her distraction, Chacha grabbed her buttocks with both hands, lifting her slightly to create a small gap between them. Without warning, he began ramming his cock into her pussy furiously, his hips slamming upward with relentless force.

The sudden shift jolted Ganga out of her thoughts. She let out a loud cry, her body collapsing onto Chacha’s chest as she locked eyes with him. His cock drove deeper into her, hitting the most sensitive parts of her pussy.

Chacha (grinning wickedly, thrusting harder): "Dekho, Madam ji! Ab hosh wapas aa gaya na? Ab bolo kya Hamare randi banogi?" [See, Madam! You’ve come back to your senses now, haven’t you? Now tell me will you become our slut?]



Ganga kept silent while biting her lower lip as she enjoyed ChaCha's cock penetrating deep inside her pussy. Not hearing her answer cha Cha rammed his hips even more harder and faster making her scream in pleasure.

Chacha (asked her again, thrusting harder): Bolna sale chhinaal aurat banegi kya Hamari randi? [Fucking Whore! tell me will you become our slut?]

Srinu leaned forward instinctively, his heart pounding in disbelief. No… she wouldn’t… she couldn’t possibly say yes, he thought desperately, clinging to the hope that Ganga would resist. But then her voice, trembling and filled with ecstasy, rang out.

Ganga (moaning, breathless): "Ahhh… buddhe madarchod… tumhari randi banung! Ahhh… lekin ruko mat!" [Ahhh… you old motherfucker… I will be your slut! Ahhh… but don’t stop!]

The words echoed in his mind, growing louder and louder until they were all he could hear. Srinu’s body felt heavy, his hands trembling as he struggled to process what he had just heard. No… this can’t be real… I must’ve misheard her, he thought frantically. His shaking fingers moved to the rewind button. The video skipped back a few seconds, and once again, he heard her say it.

Srinu rewound the clip again, his disbelief overwhelming him. The words repeated on the screen, as clear as day. Ganga had not only admitted it—she had accepted it. She had given herself to them, declaring herself their slut without a shred of hesitation in her voice.

Srinu (to himself, his voice hollow): She really said it… she said she’d be their slut…

The realization crushed him, leaving him feeling dead inside. It wasn’t the kind of death that came with sudden impact, but rather the slow, torturous unraveling of everything he thought he knew. He had already felt broken, betrayed, and humiliated before. But this… this was like beating a dead snake repeatedly, even after its lifeless body had gone limp.

Ganga's answer turned on Chacha Even more, He used all his energy to fuck her pussy even harder and deeper.

Watching Chacha slam into Ganga’s pussy mercilessly, Javed shouted in frustration

Javed (angrily): "Abe O Chacha! Uska chut faad doge kya? Zara dheere se chodo! Mujhe bhi chodna hai usko baad mein." [Hey, Chacha! Are you going to rip her pussy apart? Go slower! I want to fuck her too afterward.]

But Chacha ignored Javed, his focus entirely on Ganga’s body writhing beneath him. Ganga’s pussy clenched tightly around his cock with every thrust, her moans echoing in the room. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she clung to him, trying to stabilize herself against the force of his thrusts.

Chacha (groaning loudly, his pace relentless): "Ahhh… Madam ji, tumhari chut swarg jaisi lagti hai!" [Ahhh… Madam, your pussy feels like heaven!]

Ganga’s body arched upward as she cried out in pleasure, her nails scratching down his back. Her thighs trembled as she felt the familiar heat building in her core. She whimpered as Chacha’s cock swelled inside her, stretching her walls further.

Ganga (crying out): "Ahhh! Haan… buddhe… wahi karo… main abhi aa rahi hoon!" [Ahhh! Yes… old man… keep doing that… I’m about to cum!]

Chacha said, "Madam ji, abhi nahin. Thoda sabr kijiye. Dono ek saath paani nikaalenge." [Madam, not yet. Be patient. We’ll both cum together.]

With a swift motion, Chacha slid both his hands under her thighs and rolled to his left while softly kissing her lips. Ganga followed his lead, her body pliant beneath him. In seconds, she found herself lying flat on the mattress with Chacha on top of her.

Ganga took the opportunity to catch her breath from Chacha’s relentless pounding. She adjusted her hair by lifting her arms above her head, revealing her soft, tender armpits. The smooth curves of her body, glistening with a light sheen of sweat, drew Chacha’s gaze.



As Chacha adjusted his position, his eyes fell on her exposed armpits, and he froze. He stared at her in awe, as though he were a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. Ganga noticed his transfixed expression and immediately understood what had caught his attention—her armpits.

With a playful smile, she raised her eyebrows and teased him

Ganga (teasing, raising her eyebrows): "Buddha sala, kya dekh raha hai? Phir se chatoge?" [You old bastard, what are you staring at? Want to lick them again?]

She followed it up by licking her upper lip seductively, her tongue gliding over it teasingly.



Chacha snapped out of his trance at her words, his desire reignited.

Chacha positioned himself above her, his cock seeking her entrance once again. Ganga lifted her legs, wrapping them around his hips, as she guided his shaft toward her wet pussy. Slowly, he slid into her, his thrusts rhythmic and deliberate.

Chacha (panting, his voice filled with admiration): "Madam ji, maine apni puri zindagi mein itna khubsurat kuch nahi dekha. Koi pagal hi hoga jo aapke bagal chatne se inkar kare." [Madam, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life. Only a fool would refuse to lick your armpits.]

Ganga giggled at his words, her body bouncing in sync with the increasing pace of his thrusts. Her hands remained above her head, accentuating the curve of her body as she moaned softly.



Chacha (grinning mischievously, thrusting faster): "Madam ji, aap aur bhi zyada khubsurat lagti agar aapke bagal mein thoda sa pasina hota." [Madam, you’d look even more beautiful if your armpits were a little sweaty.]

Ganga, catching the teasing tone in his voice, replied with a sly smile

Ganga (mocking, with a sly smile): "Achha? Tumhe mera pasina chahiye?" [Oh really? You want my sweat?]

Chacha nodded eagerly, his pace increasing as he thrust deeper into her. Ganga, with a naughty gleam in her eyes, turned her head toward her armpit, spat into it, and said

Ganga (playfully, turning her head to her armpit): "Kya meri thook se kaam chal jayega?" [Will my spit be enough?]

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Chacha was momentarily stunned by her boldness, but it only fueled his desire further. Without hesitation, he buried his face into her armpit, licking and savoring every droplet of her spit. His tongue explored every inch of her tender flesh in her armpit as he continued pounding into her.


Chacha (murmuring against her skin): "Ahhh… Madam ji, Aapane to Mujhe Pagal Kar Diya." [Ahhh… Madam, You're making me go crazy.]

Chacha was so turned-on by her act the mattress shifting with every forceful thrust as Chacha drove deeper into her. Ganga cried out in pleasure, her legs tightening around his waist. Her body rocked with his rhythm, her breasts bouncing with each stroke.



Meanwhile, Javed stood nearby, stroking his cock furiously as he watched the two of them.

Javed (groaning loudly): "OHHH! Madam ji, kya chhudwa rahi ho… Madam ji! Ahhh!" [OHHH! Madam, what a fuck you’re giving… Madam! Ahhh!]

Hearing Javed’s desperate moans, Ganga turned her head toward him, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. Her eyes locked with his as she continued taking Chacha’s relentless thrusts.



Javed’s knees buckled, and he stroked himself even harder.

Javed (pleading, breathless): "Madam ji, please! Aisa mat dekho! Mujhse bardasht nahin ho raha!" [Madam, please! Don’t look at me like that! I can’t take it!]

Ganga, hearing his plea, decided to tease him further. She held his gaze, her smile growing more devious as she moaned loudly in response to Chacha’s pounding.



Javed (nearly collapsing, stroking madly): "O saali randi! Aisa dekhkar dalegi kya mujhe? Please aisa mat karo!" [You slut! Are you trying to kill me with that look? Please, stop!]

Ganga ignored his pleas and continued to stare at him, her smile turning into a victorious grin.



Chacha, oblivious to Javed’s plight, buried his face deeper into Ganga’s armpit, his thrusts growing harder and more erratic. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, accompanied by Ganga’s cries of pleasure.

Chacha (growling, thrusting harder): "Madam ji, mera paani nikal raha hai!" [Madam, I’m about to cum!]

Ganga braced herself, her pussy clenching tightly around his cock as she felt his shaft swell inside her. Simultaneously, she turned her gaze back to Javed, her voice rising as she screamed in pleasure

Ganga (screaming, her voice echoing): "Ahhh! Madarchod, chodo mujhe! Aur jor se chodo! Ahhh!" [Ahhh! Fuck me harder, you bastard! Fuck me harder! Ahhh!]



Hearing her filthy words, both Javed and Chacha lost control.

Javed (shouting, stroking himself to climax): "Ahhh! Saali, bola tha aise dekho bol ke… Dekho tumne kya kar diya! Mera paani nikal raha hai!" [Ahhh! Slut, I told you to not to look at me like that… Look what you’ve done! I’m cumming!]

At the same time, Chacha groaned deeply, his body tensing as he thrust into her one final time. His cock pulsed inside her, spilling his cum deep into her pussy. The sensation sent Ganga over the edge, her body trembling as she reached her own orgasm.

Ganga (moaning, breathless): "Ahhh… haan… AHHHHH…!" [Ahhh… yes… AHHHHH…!]

Javed, unable to hold back any longer, came with a loud cry, his cum spilling onto the floor as he stroked himself furiously. All three of them climaxed together, their bodies trembling from the intensity of their releases.

Chacha rolled over to his side, lying on his back, completely exhausted. His body heaved with every breath as he drifted off into sleep. 

Srinu saw Ganga catching her breath, a satisfied smile spreading across her face from the night’s relentless fucking. Her disheveled hair and glowing skin told the story of her ecstasy.



Javed, on the other hand, was still sitting on the floor, his knees trembling after the intensity of his orgasm. As he tried to catch his breath, he muttered

Javed (irritated, trying to stand up): "Arey, Chacha! Tumhare paas bas 5 minute hain. Bed ke upar se nikal jao, ab meri baari hai Madam ko chodne ki." [Chacha! You’ve got 5 minutes. Get off the bed now, it’s my turn to fuck Madam.]

The room, however, was filled with the sound of Chacha’s loud snoring instead of a response.

Realizing Chacha had fallen asleep, Javed’s irritation boiled over. He shot up from the floor and stormed toward the mattress. Without a second thought, he kicked Chacha’s leg hard.

Javed (angrily): "Abey, Chacha! Kya so raha hai? Pagal ho gaya hai kya?" [Hey, Chacha! Why are you sleeping? Are you crazy?]

Chacha jolted awake, his eyes fluttering open in confusion.

Chacha (groggily, rubbing his leg): "Abey Javed! Kya kar raha hai? Laat kyun maar raha hai?" [Hey, Javed! What are you doing? Why are you kicking me?]

Javed (frustrated, hands on his hips): "Laat nahin marunga toh kya karun? Chal, yahan se nikal. Ab meri baari hai." [If I don’t kick you, what else should I do? Get off the bed—it’s my turn now.]

But Chacha, still recovering from exhaustion, refused to move.

Chacha (pleading): "Thoda time de de, Javed. Energy recover karne de." [Give me a little time, Javed. Let me recover my energy.]

Javed (shouting, growing angrier): "Nahin! Abhi chal!" [No! Move now!]

As their argument escalated, a noise from downstairs suddenly interrupted them. Both men froze, their heads snapping toward the window. Javed peeked outside and saw construction workers preparing for their night shift.

Javed (cursing under his breath): "Bhenchod! Inko bhi mere chodne ke time pe aana tha kya?" [Fuck! Did they have to come right when it’s my turn to fuck?]

Chacha struggled to his feet, his body still aching, and looked out as well.

Chacha (serious, motioning to Javed): "Chalo, Javed. Voh log upar aane se pehle humein yahan se nikalna hoga." [Let’s go, Javed. We need to leave before they come upstairs.]

Javed reluctantly accepted the reality—there was no time for his turn. Both men quickly dressed themselves. Ganga, still lying on the dirty mattress, watched silently as they hurriedly pulled on their clothes.

As they were about to leave, Chacha turned to Ganga with a small smile.

Chacha (grateful, adjusting his shirt): "Shukriya, Madam ji, aapne humein ek mauka diya. Ab aap bhi jaldi se kapde pehen lijiye." [Thank you, Madam, for giving us this chance. Now, please get dressed quickly.]

Javed (nodding, with a warning tone): "Haan, Madam ji. Yahan se jaldi nikal jaaiye aur apne pati ko saath lekar jaaiye." [Yes, Madam. Leave here quickly and take your husband with you.]

Ganga didn’t respond but slowly lifted her upper body, sitting upright on the mattress. Her eyes followed them as they left the room, her expression unreadable.

In her diary, "I saw both Javed and Chacha walk out of the room. It took a few moments for the dopamine rush to wear off. As I sat there on the dirty mattress, surrounded by the evidence of everything that had just happened, the crushing weight of reality hit me. What had I done? How had I allowed myself to fall so far? It was as if a voice deep inside my head—a voice I had suppressed for years—took control of me at my most vulnerable moment. This voice wasn’t new; it had always been there, buried under the expectations and rules set by society."

"I know, Srinu, after reading this, you’ll wonder what kind of woman I am. Why did you marry me? Was I ever the good wife you thought I was? And maybe the most painful question of all—did I ever truly love you? Believe me, Srinu, the answer is yes. Even now, after all you’ve read, you are the love of my life. You always have been, and you always will be. But I know those words will mean little after everything that’s happened. You’ll ask, ‘If you loved me so much, how could you… fuck other men? Strangers? And not just one, but two men at the same time—men who attacked us?’ And honestly, even as I write this, I can’t believe what I’ve done. There is no justification for my actions, and it’s up to you to judge me. But I need to express what’s in my heart, even if it sounds like an excuse."

"I’ve always tried to be a good wife to you, Srinu. But as I sat there on that filthy mattress, I couldn’t stop asking myself—what does it even mean to be a ‘good wife’ or a ‘good woman’? I struggled to come up with a definition. Ever since I was a child, my family and relatives drilled into me how a good woman should behave. They said good women are respected and valued in society, that they marry into good families and live happily. They told me a good woman always stays within the boundaries set by society and never crosses the line, no matter what. They warned me that a good woman avoids strangers, especially men. And most importantly, they said a good woman is pious and keeps her sexuality confined to her husband alone."

"But as I sat there, I couldn’t help but think of my college friend Archana Sharma. I hope you remember her—she came to our wedding. Archana had a similar upbringing to mine. She was raised with the same rigid ideals of what it meant to be a ‘good woman.’ Just like me, she worked hard to fit into that mold. During college, Archana fell deeply in love with her boyfriend, Arjun. She told me he was her soulmate, the love of her life. They planned to get married after college, and I was genuinely happy for her. She seemed to have everything figured out."

"Eventually, we graduated, and Archana’s relationship with Arjun continued. When I asked if they were still planning to marry, she said yes—they were just waiting to settle into good jobs first. A few months later, they both got their dream jobs in different companies but stayed in the same city. After that, Archana got busy with work, and we lost touch. About a year later, I received her wedding invitation. But when I opened the card, I was shocked—the groom’s name wasn’t Arjun."

"Confused, I called my best friend Priya, who worked in the same company as Archana, to find out what had happened. What Priya told me shattered the image I had of Archana. Apparently, after joining her new job, Archana met a team member named Mahesh. At first, it was innocent—just casual chats and playful banter during team collaboration games. But during one team-building exercise, the HR team asked Mahesh what kind of girlfriend he’d like to have. Without hesitation, Mahesh pointed at Archana and said, ‘I’d like a girlfriend like her.’ This was his way of telling Archana he was interested in her."

"Later that evening, Archana, curious about Mahesh’s comment, got his phone number from a colleague and messaged him to ask why he had said her name. Their conversation started light, but soon it turned personal—and flirty. At one point, Archana asked Mahesh directly if he liked her, and what made him want her as a girlfriend. Mahesh didn’t hesitate. He said he liked her boobs, and that was the reason he wanted her."

"Now, Srinu, I know what you’re thinking. Archana was in a serious relationship with Arjun, so surely she would have blocked Mahesh after such an inappropriate comment. I thought the same. I believed she’d never talk to him again. But Priya told me Archana continued chatting with Mahesh even after that. In fact, it went further. Archana herself started asking Mahesh to book Oyo rooms for them to fuck after work whenever she was in the mood. According to Priya, Mahesh once bragged that he and Archana fucked multiple times in one night—sometimes four rounds. And even after that, she’d suck his cock, trying to get it hard for one more round."

"Mahesh also told Priya that when he asked Archana why she was fucking him while still being in love with Arjun, she said, ‘Arjun is the love of my life. This is just between us. No one else needs to know.’ Their secret affair continued until Archana’s marriage was arranged. But here’s the twist: she didn’t marry Arjun or Mahesh. Her parents arranged her wedding to someone else entirely—a man she barely knew. When I asked Priya why Archana didn’t marry Arjun, her supposed soulmate, or Mahesh, her passionate lover, Priya just laughed and said, ‘Check the groom’s name on the card again.’ It was neither."

"At the time, I thought Archana was a hypocrite. I judged her harshly. I called her a whore who betrayed Arjun and used Mahesh, only to settle for an arranged marriage to look like a ‘Sanskari’ woman to society. But now, after tonight, I realize I was wrong. Archana wasn’t a hypocrite—she was human. The labels of ‘good woman’ or ‘Sanskari woman’ are just tools society uses to control women. They force us into boxes that suppress our natural desires."

"To truly understand this, Srinu, we have to go back to a time before society existed. Back then, humans lived freely. There were no rules about relationships, no concept of monogamy. Men and women had multiple partners, and no one judged them for it. But then society came along, imposing its so-called morals. These morals were drilled into me from a young age, making me walk on eggshells my entire life. But tonight, something changed. Javed and Chacha cracked open the voice I had suppressed for so long—the voice that society silenced. This voice doesn’t care about morals or judgments. It only seeks desire and pleasure. Tonight, I gave in to that voice."

As Srinu read Ganga’s words, his face hardened. His mind swirled with anger, confusion, and a sense of betrayal so deep it felt like a knife twisting in his chest.
Srinu (thinking, bitterly): This bitch is blaming society for what she’s done? What kind of excuse is this? Has she lost her mind?

Despite his fury, he couldn’t stop reading. The need to understand, to make sense of her actions, kept him glued to her words.

"Srinu, I know this sounds like an excuse, but it’s the truth. Tonight, I wasn’t the Ganga you knew. I was the voice inside me—the primal, unrestrained version of myself. And while I can’t ask for your forgiveness, I want you to know one thing: I have always loved you, and I always will."

"I gathered my clothes and dressed myself slowly, my hands trembling with guilt and shame. As I stood in that room, the dirty mattress behind me, I couldn’t bring myself to look back at it—at the place where I had lost every shred of dignity I thought I had. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and stepped out into the dimly lit corridor. Javed and Chacha were nowhere to be seen; it seemed they had already left. I pushed aside the overwhelming weight of my guilt and reminded myself why I needed to move forward—I had to find you, Srinu."

"As I descended the stairs, the dim light cast long shadows across the walls, making the silence even more suffocating. Halfway down, I froze. My heart sank as my eyes fell on a body lying sprawled across the cold, dusty floor. My breath caught in my throat as I realized—it was you, Srinu. A jolt of panic coursed through me, and I ran to you, my footsteps echoing in the empty building. Dropping to my knees beside you, I shook you, calling your name over and over. Tears streamed down my face as I tried to rouse you, but there was no response. I sat there, helpless, as a crushing wave of grief and guilt washed over me."

"At first, I couldn’t understand why you were unconscious. The last time I saw you, you were on the stairs, searching for me. Then, the horrifying truth hit me like a slap. This was my fault. You were looking for me, trying to save me, while I… I was… How could I have done this? How could I have left you like this? I started abusing myself, whispering, ‘What kind of wife am I? What kind of human being am I?’ While you, my husband—the man who loves me unconditionally—lay unconscious on the floor, I was upstairs fucking two third-class laborers like a shameless whore. I betrayed you, Srinu. I betrayed us. I am a disgrace to my family and a black spot on the very institution of marriage."

"But this was not the time to wallow in my guilt. I needed to act. I wiped my tears and got up, looking for help. My legs felt weak, but I forced myself to move. I found the night-shift construction workers who had just started their shift. Frantically, I explained the situation and begged them to help. They were quick to respond, calling for an ambulance and the security officer. They helped me carry you down the stairs and load you into the ambulance."

"I sat beside you in the ambulance, holding your hand and sobbing uncontrollably. My mind was racing with thoughts of regret and self-loathing. How did a good man like you end up with someone as horrible as me? What did I do to deserve your love, and why did I repay it with betrayal? The thought of my actions crushed me. I kept weeping, the sound of the ambulance siren drowning out my sobs, as I clung to your lifeless hand."

"When we arrived at the hospital, your family was informed. They came rushing in, their faces filled with concern and fear. They hugged me, consoled me, and thanked me for saving your life. Your mother, her eyes brimming with tears, held my hands tightly and said, ‘Thank you, beta. Thank you for fighting off the attackers and bringing Srinu to safety.’ Your father, who has always been a pillar of strength, patted my shoulder and said, ‘You are so brave, Ganga. You’ve proven yourself to be a strong and devoted wife.’"

"I wanted to scream the truth at them, to fall at their feet and beg for forgiveness. They didn’t know I was the reason you were in that hospital bed. I wasn’t a devoted wife—I was a traitor. I had betrayed not only you but also the trust of your entire family. Their gratitude felt like knives stabbing into my chest. How could I stand there, receiving their praise, knowing the monstrous truth about what I had done?"

"As I sat by your bedside, watching you lying there, unconscious and pale, the weight of my guilt became unbearable. I didn’t deserve their love or respect. I didn’t deserve you. I didn’t deserve to live. I have betrayed a man who loved me selflessly. I have betrayed a family that welcomed me with open arms. I am a disgrace. I have decided there is only one punishment fitting for what I’ve done—death. I deserve nothing less."

[kk007007]

To rahne de yaar kyoo bekaar bina kisi money ke itna preshan ho raha ha chill kar

Abey kitne bar bolu.. no one comes to this site money.. all of us are here to express our dirty minds and its ideas..

[kk007007]

Fantastic update KK bro.. what an amazing end to the movie theater chapter..  Ganga's debauchery,  chacha's amazing good fortune and poor Srinu's gut wrenching eye-opener ahout Ganga.. all captured in such detail!! And the gifs are just perfect..
Thank you for continuing with this saga.. and Congratulations again on your promotion!

yr):

[kk007007]

Uff. what an exciting update. You are an excellent writer. Ignore Paul5. He is a disgrace. Comments negatively on everyone's stories in broken english.

More power to you ! Big fan.

yr):

[kk007007]

Nothing much happened than what we already know..  Sad you wasted this much time for a long update which was not worth it.. Anyway, will wait for the next one.. Maybe it will come next year only..

Uff. what an exciting update. You are an excellent writer. Ignore Paul5. He is a disgrace. Comments negatively on everyone's stories in broken english.

More power to you ! Big fan.

Couldnt have answered better than this myself.. Thank you Betacucky..

[kk007007]

Fantastic update KK.....
Seems like a real life story rather than a fiction.... You have put up so much effort and time into this update. Commonly we would think 2nd round would be more erotic but here the update portrayed like it's true life incident where workers come in..... Ganga gets their help.... Now let's wait and watch about Raniganj and how Ranga and rickshaw wala came into the story......
All the best for the next update.

yr):

Yes... the story of archana is based on true story only the names are different.

[kk007007]

Hi KK…,

1) The pace of the story has become slow. While the sex scene with chacha was important to reflect the character transformation of Ganga, the actual scene went on and on.

2) Thanks for NOT having Javed ALSO have a sex scene with Ganga; otherwise, the story would have gotten even slower.

3) It’s time for Shrinu to make some tough decisions….i.e. confront Ganga and divorce her. An unattractive and a poor wife is a 1000% better than an attractive wife who is a cheat and a slut.

4) Thanks for the update, I read it while on my treadmill at the highest incline level and didn’t realize when 45 minutes went by.

Sincerely,
Intrepid

What ?? !! 'I read it while on my treadmill'

[kk007007]

Hahahahahaha he wants to get an erection while working out on the treadmill...... Hahahahahaha

I dont think he was talking about treadmill.. something else was on highest inclination 

[kk007007]

Fantastic story ,just now read completely. Superb .waiting for next season

yr):

[kk007007]

Hi,
This isn’t an erection inducing story for me. “Big cock in tight pussy” type scenes repeated over and over again isn’t erotic for me, but I’m sure it’s erotic for so many other readers (as we can see from the comments).

I got involved with the story because of the yin-yang conversation which was so creative and wanted to see where Shrinu ends up….still curious as to Srinu’s response and reaction….if he turns into a cuck, then I’ll drop the story…if he plots revenge or anything creative or poetic justice type actions against Javed/Chacha/others and especially Ganga, then the suspense will be maintained to continue reading the story. Thanks.

Intrepid

Thats really specific.. you are not reading this story for pleasure.. you are reading as a novella.. never thought their will be readers like you.. anyways good to know all readers not alike..

[kk007007]

AfterMath

As Srinu continued to read the diary, his hands trembled, and his eyes froze on the words that revealed Ganga's thoughts of taking her own life. His heart sank, and for a moment, he was unsure of how to process it.


"Ready to die…?" he muttered to himself, the phrase echoing in his mind. He leaned back in his chair, the diary still open in his lap, his breathing shallow as the weight of her words bore down on him. He had braced himself for anger, disgust, or confusion while reading her confessions. But this—her willingness to end her life—shook him to his core.

"Srinu, I know this will come as a shock to you, but I want you to understand that I am serious about my decision. The immense guilt and shame that weigh on my soul are too much to carry. I cannot live with myself knowing I have betrayed you—my husband, my love, my everything. I cannot erase what I have done, no matter how desperately I wish I could turn back time."

"Each moment that passes, I feel like I am drowning in a sea of my own making. The guilt is a living thing, clawing at my heart, my mind, my body. I see your face every time I close my eyes—your smile, your trust, your love. How can I live knowing I shattered all of it? How can I face you, knowing I allowed this to happen? Yes, at first, I resisted. I fought against their advances. But later… later, I gave in. My body betrayed me. My mind betrayed me. And now, I can no longer separate my guilt from who I am."

"I am not writing this to ask for forgiveness because I know I don’t deserve it. I am writing this so you can understand why I must leave this world. My decision is final. I do not deserve your love, your kindness, or the respect of your family. I have dishonored everything you believed about me. I have brought shame to myself and to our marriage, and I cannot bear the thought of you suffering because of my actions."

"But I will not do this while you are in the hospital, Srinu. I refuse to add to your burden while you are weak and healing. I will stay with you, silently by your side, watching over you until you recover and are strong enough to return to your life. When that day comes, I will slip away quietly—without a trace, without a word. I will leave behind this diary to explain my side of the story, my truth, my shame. Maybe one day, when you are ready, you will read these pages and understand why I chose this path. It is not because I do not love you—it is because I love you too much to let you suffer for my sins."

"I know you will ask, ‘Why not stay and make things right?’ But some mistakes can never be erased. They leave scars that no amount of time can heal. My betrayal is one such scar. It is permanent, and it has ruined me. The only redemption I can offer now is to remove myself from your life. I hope, in time, you will forget me, forget this pain, and find someone who deserves the love you so freely gave to me."

"Until then, I will carry this guilt like a punishment, as I wait for the day you no longer need me. On that day, I will walk away, and I will never look back."

As Srinu reached the end of the passage, the diary shook in his hands. His throat was dry, his eyes glassy as he stared at the words that seemed etched in his heart. "How did it come to this? How could she think death was the only way to atone for what happened?"

For a moment, his anger and pain were replaced by confusion and an overwhelming sadness. Despite his fury, despite the betrayal he felt boiling in his veins, the thought of Ganga—his Ganga—silently planning her death was unbearable.

He sat still for a long time, staring at the pages, replaying her words over and over. He could almost hear her voice in his mind, trembling with pain and regret as she described her torment. Her guilt was real, that much he could see. The thought of her sitting alone, suffocating under the weight of shame, crushed him in ways he couldn’t describe.

Srinu sat still, gripping the diary tightly in his hands. Ganga’s words echoed in his mind—her guilt, her pain, her willingness to take her own life to atone for her actions. For the first time, a wave of sympathy washed over him. He could feel her pain—how broken and ashamed she had been.

But suddenly, a voice in the back of his head interrupted the calm. It was sharp, piercing, and unapologetic. Yang, the darker side of his mind, spoke up:
Yang (cold and mocking): "Why didn’t she die then?"

Srinu flinched, his head snapping up as if someone had spoken aloud. His voice trembled as he whispered to himself: "What did you say?"

Yang (sarcastically, with a bitter edge): "Why is she not dead by now? She wrote she would kill herself. If she really meant it, she should have been dead already."

The words hit Srinu like a slap, his breathing quickening. He felt a chill creep up his spine as the realization dawned on him. Yang was right. He was already out of the hospital, fully recovered. Days—no, weeks—had passed since then. If Ganga meant what she wrote, she should have been gone. The diary would have been her final confession, left behind like a gravestone carved with guilt.

Another voice emerged, this time gentler but still filled with disappointment. It was Yin, his quieter, more reflective self:
Yin (softly, almost sighing): "Yes, Yang is right. Why did she not stick to her words? What made her change her mind?"

Srinu’s mind spun as he flipped through the remaining pages of the diary. His fingers trembled as he realized how thick the book was, filled with entries beyond the day of the attack. She hadn’t stopped writing. Page after page, Ganga had documented her thoughts—her shame, her decisions, and, perhaps, the truth.

Srinu (thinking to himself, his brows furrowing): "She continued writing… Why? Did something happen after the attack that changed her mind? Could these pages hold the answers to all the questions tormenting me?"

Yang’s voice cut through his thoughts like a blade, snapping impatiently:
Yang (angry, shouting): "Why the hell do you still need the diary? What more do you want to know? It’s clear that she cheated on you! She wrote it herself! Now stop wasting time and do what you should have done a long time ago—kill her!"

Srinu flinched at the force of Yang’s words. His hands shook as he clutched the diary tighter, his knuckles turning white. Despite the anger boiling inside him, his mind wasn’t ready to give in just yet.

Srinu (hesitantly, whispering): "Yin… what do you think I should do?"

For a moment, Yin was silent. When he finally spoke, his voice was laced with sorrow—none of his usual calm or positivity remained.
Yin (sadly, without conviction): "Yes… I think you should do what Yang is saying."

Yang (jubilantly, almost laughing): "Finally! Something we both agree on. What are you waiting for, Srinu? Go upstairs and kill her already!"

Srinu closed his eyes tightly, his chest heaving as he tried to drown out their voices. He could almost feel Yang grinning wickedly in the shadows of his mind while Yin sat slumped, defeated.

Srinu (shouting back in frustration): "I can’t do it!"

Yang (snapping angrily): "Why can’t you do it?"

Yin (softly, echoing Yang’s question): "Yes, Srinu… why can’t you do it?"

Srinu’s voice trembled, his thoughts spilling out as he began to pace the room, the diary still clutched tightly in his hand:
Srinu: "Because there are too many unanswered questions!"

Yang (exasperated, shouting): "What damn questions? What difference does it make?"

Srinu stopped pacing and looked at the diary with a grim determination in his eyes.
Srinu: "Everything. It makes all the difference. If I kill her right now, I will never know why she changed her mind about taking her life. What happened during the three weeks that I was in the hospital? Why did Ganga start visiting Ranigunj? Why were those people calling her 'Ranigunj ki randi rani'?"

He began flipping through the diary again, his voice gaining intensity as his mind raced with questions.
Srinu: "What did Ganga do in Ranigunj on that day? Who were the people she met there? What is this place called 'Adda,' and who was in there? Why did Javed and Chacha die so suddenly? And who the hell is Ranga? What happened between him and Ganga?"

He gripped his hair, his voice rising further as the questions tumbled out like a dam had broken.
Srinu: "How are the milkman and the waterboy involved in this? What happened in her college life that she never told me about? What secrets does her family hold? There’s so much I don’t know!" i always thought i knew ganga very well, But now i realized i know nothing about ganga.

Yang (exhausted, in a low voice): "Why do you need answers to all these questions? Isn’t it clear that she cheated on you? What more do you need?"

Srinu’s jaw clenched, his voice low but resolute.
Srinu: "No. If I kill her now, I will never know the whole truth. I will never know how many people were involved in destroying my life. I don’t just want to punish her—I want to punish everyone responsible for this mess. I won’t rest until I uncover every single detail, every name, and every betrayal."

Yang (smiling darkly, almost approving): "So you’re looking for revenge, huh? Good. But don’t let your anger fade. Don’t forget who caused this."

Yin (softly, his voice barely audible): "Just be sure you know what you’re doing, Srinu. Once you start down this path, there’s no turning back."

Srinu looked at the diary one more time. He knew the answers were there, buried within its pages. It wasn’t just about Ganga anymore. It was about the entire truth—about understanding what led his life to shatter into a thousand pieces. And once he had those answers, there would be no mercy for anyone involved.

Srinu (to himself, his voice cold): "I will read every word. I will find every secret. And when I’m done, everyone who had a hand in this will pay."

But a sudden knock on the door jolted him from his train of thought.

Ganga’s voice came softly from the other side:
Ganga (concerned): "Srinu? Are you in there?"

Srinu froze, his heart pounding. His lips parted, but no words came out. He hadn’t expected Ganga to wake up, let alone come looking for him. His silence stretched, his mind struggling to process her presence outside the door.

Ganga knocked again, her voice laced with curiosity and worry.
Ganga (knocking gently): "Srinu, what are you doing in your room this late?"

Her voice brought back a flood of unwanted memories. The visuals from the video of her with Javed and Chacha flashed vividly in his mind. He could see her face, her body, her sounds of pleasure. The betrayal he felt came crashing over him like a tidal wave, and his body reacted involuntarily. His heartbeat quickened, his muscles tensed, and his fists clenched tightly at his sides.

Yang’s voice surged within him, sharp and commanding:
Yang (hissing): "Take the blade from the desk. End it now. Slit her throat. Make her pay for what she did to you."

Srinu’s eyes darted to the blade lying innocently on the desk, its sharp edge glinting faintly under the dim light. His hand twitched as he stared at it, the temptation creeping closer. All he could think about was the pain she had caused him—the humiliation, the betrayal, the anguish of watching the woman he loved in the arms of other men.

But then, something else surfaced. A fleeting thought of the unanswered questions that haunted him. There was so much he didn’t know, so many loose ends that didn’t add up. If he acted now, he would never find the truth. He would never know who else was involved, what drove her to do what she did, or how deep the conspiracy went.

Srinu (thinking, gripping the edge of the desk): "Not yet. Not now. I won’t let anyone escape. No one will have the last laugh."

Taking a deep breath, Srinu stood up, walked to the door, and opened it. Ganga stood there, her face partially illuminated by the hallway light, her eyes wide with concern.

Srinu (calmly, masking his emotions): "Ganga, what are you doing here?"

Ganga tilted her head slightly, her brow furrowed.
Ganga (curiously): "I woke up and saw you weren’t in the bedroom. Then I heard someone shouting downstairs, so I came to check. Is everything okay?"

Her words felt like knives twisting in his chest. The sound of her voice, the innocence in her tone—it all felt so wrong against the backdrop of what he knew, what he had seen. His anger surged again, but he pushed it down, forcing himself to stay composed.

Srinu (smiling faintly, with forced casualness): "Oh, don’t worry. That was me. There’s an emergency with our USA client. The production server went down, and I was shouting at my teammates during the meeting. I’m just trying to get things under control."

Ganga nodded, the worry on her face easing slightly.
Ganga (reassuringly): "Oh, that’s okay. Take your time. I’m going back to bed."

She turned to leave but paused for a moment, glancing back at him.
Ganga (softly): "Don’t stay up too late, Srinu. You’ve been working too hard lately."

Without waiting for a response, she walked away, her footsteps echoing softly as she climbed the stairs. Srinu watched her go, his jaw tightening as she disappeared into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Once Ganga was gone, Srinu shut the door to his room and let out a shaky breath. His hands trembled as he reached for the computer, powering it off in silence. The room felt oppressively quiet now, the only sound his shallow breathing.

Srinu (thinking, staring at the desk): "What do I do now? How do I chase this rabbit hole and uncover how deep it truly goes?"

The questions he had tried to suppress came flooding back with greater intensity:

What happened during those three weeks while I was in the hospital?
Why did Ganga start visiting Ranigunj? Who were the people she met there?
What is this place called 'Adda,' and who was involved in it?
Why did Javed and Chacha die so suddenly? Who is Ranga, and what happened between him and Ganga?
And how are the milkman and waterboy tied to all of this?

Srinu’s hands clenched into fists as the questions swirled in his mind. The diary offered clues, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more answers—answers that would uncover every hidden thread in this web of betrayal.

Srinu began pacing back and forth in his room, the tension within him palpable. His hands clenched and unclenched as he tried to calm his racing mind, organizing the swirling thoughts into a coherent plan. Every step he took seemed to ground him further, slowly forming a strategy.

Yin, with his calm and measured tone, interrupted Srinu’s thoughts.
Yin (gently): "What are you thinking, Srinu? Let us help you."

Srinu paused, glancing toward the diary on the desk, then replied:
Srinu: "I’m thinking of investigating on two fronts. The first is obvious—I need to uncover what happened during my three-week stay in the hospital and the real story behind Raniganj. Ganga’s diary has its limitations, and I doubt it contains the full truth. To truly understand, I’ll have to revisit Raniganj myself."

Yin (encouragingly): "That sounds like a solid start. But even if you go to Raniganj, where would you begin your investigation? It’s a big place."

Srinu (confidently): "I think I know someone who can help—Swathi."

Yang (intrigued but skeptical): "Swathi? Who’s she?"

Yin (reminding): "You’ve forgotten already? She’s the girl we met in the slums when we followed that auto."

Yang (remembering with a sly grin): "Oh, that dusky beauty! Yeah, now I remember her. She was something else."



Yin (ignoring Yang’s comment): "Alright, your plan to gather information from Swathi makes sense. What’s your other move?"

Srinu stopped pacing and turned toward the window, his voice steady and purposeful.
Srinu: "I need to meet Priya."

Yang (surprised): "Priya? Why her? What does she have to do with any of this?"

Srinu (thoughtfully): "Don’t you find it strange, Yang? Ganga’s diary claims she gave in to Javed and Chacha because of their relentless touching. But does that really make sense for someone like her? A woman like Ganga wouldn’t succumb to strangers just because of a few touches. There has to be more to it—something emotional or psychological."

Yin (nodding in agreement): "Yes, I thought the same. Her explanation felt incomplete… like there’s a deeper reason behind her actions."

Srinu (continuing): "Exactly. Ganga’s diary may not tell the whole story. Her suppressed voice might be part of the truth, but I believe there’s something rooted in her past—her childhood, her college life, or her family history. Priya, her best friend, might know things about her that Ganga hasn’t written down."

Yang (angrily, his voice sharp): "You’re absolutely right! Who knows, Ganga might have lied in her diary to make herself look better. Cross-checking with Priya is the smartest thing to do."

Yin (calmly): "Alright, that all sounds fine. But there’s a practical problem—will we have enough time for this investigation? Ganga might get suspicious if we miss our daily routine. If you’re gone for long hours or traveling, she’ll start asking questions."

Yang (agreeing reluctantly): "Yin’s right. This kind of investigation will involve waiting around, traveling, and maybe even sneaking into places. If we’re not careful, it’ll throw off our schedule, and she’ll definitely notice."

Srinu stopped pacing, his brows furrowing as he thought about the issue. Then, he remembered something that brought a glimmer of hope to his plan.
Srinu: "Actually, we’ll have the perfect opportunity next week. Ganga’s family is hosting a function—her cousin Meena’s wedding. She’s supposed to attend."

Yang (with a teasing laugh): "Oh, Meena! That hottie! I remember her. How could I forget those soft armpits?"

Yin (annoyed): "Oh, just shut up, Yang."

Yang (defensively): "What? I’m just saying the truth—she’s hot!"



Yin (ignoring him): "Anyway, for Meena’s wedding, aren’t both ganga and you supposed to go, Srinu?"

Srinu (smirking slightly): "We are. But I’ll make up an excuse to stay back. I’ll let her go on the bus by herself."

Yang (pleased): "Now that’s a good idea. When does she leave?"

Srinu (checking the calendar in his mind): "The day after tomorrow."

Yin (thoughtfully): "That gives us enough time to plan our next steps."

Yang (eagerly): "Perfect. While she’s away, we can dig deeper into Raniganj and question Priya without worrying about her watching us."

As Srinu continued pacing, Yin’s calm yet cautious voice interrupted his thoughts.
Yin (thoughtfully): "This all sounds good, Srinu, but there’s one more problem—the diary."

Srinu stopped mid-step, turning toward the desk where the diary lay.
Srinu: "What about it?"

Yin (practical): "How are we supposed to read it? We can’t steal it outright. If Ganga realizes the diary is missing, she’ll know we’re onto her. She’ll start hiding things, and your investigation will be compromised."

Yang, dismissive as ever, cut in with a scoff.
Yang (casually): "You’re overthinking it, Yin. She’s leaving for her cousin’s wedding next week. Once she’s gone, we’ll have plenty of time to read it."

Yin (firmly, in his usual composed tone): "Do you really think she’s going to leave her diary behind, Yang? This isn’t some notebook she’d forget in a drawer. It holds all her secrets. She’ll take it with her."

Srinu frowned, realizing Yin was right. The diary was too important for Ganga to leave unattended.
Srinu (thinking aloud): "You’re right. If she takes it with her, we’ll lose our chance to uncover the rest of her secrets. We need to think of a way to make a complete copy of it before she leaves."

Yang (excitedly): "Take pictures. That’s all you need to do—snap pictures of every page in the diary."

Yin (agreeing): "Yes, that’s a good idea. This way, we’ll have the entire diary without her ever knowing. Srinu, you should do it now, while she’s asleep."

Srinu nodded, his resolve firm. He picked up his phone, unlocked it, and quietly approached the desk where the diary lay. With careful hands, he opened the diary to the first page and positioned his phone to capture the text. The camera clicked softly as he began photographing each page, ensuring every word was clear and readable.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Srinu reached the last page. He snapped the final picture and exhaled deeply, his hands shaking from the tension. He scrolled through the photos, double-checking that each page was legible. Satisfied, he saved the images in a hidden folder on his phone, locking it with a password only he knew.

Yang (smirking): "Well done. Now we’ve got everything we need. She can take her precious diary wherever she wants—we’ve already got the evidence."

Yin (calm and reassuring): "Good. With this out of the way, we’re all set. Let’s start our investigation tomorrow by visiting Raniganj. That should be our first priority."

Srinu nodded, placing the diary carefully in his shirt to hide it. He opened the door to his room slowly, peering into the hallway to ensure no one was around. The house was quiet, and the soft glow of the nightlight from the hallway cast long shadows.

Srinu crept toward the bedroom, the diary tucked securely under his arm. Pushing the bedroom door open gently, he saw Ganga fast asleep on their bed, her breathing slow and steady. For a moment, he stood there, watching her, his emotions a whirlwind of betrayal, anger, and confusion.

Srinu (thinking): "How can she sleep so peacefully, knowing what she’s done? Knowing the chaos she’s unleashed in my life?"

Shaking off the thought, he moved carefully toward where the diary had originally been. He slid it back into its spot, ensuring it was positioned exactly as it had been before. With one last glance at Ganga, who remained undisturbed, he went to sleep thinking.

Srinu (thinking, resolutely): "I’ll uncover everything. No matter what it takes, no matter who gets hurt, I’ll find the truth."