Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

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The Wife [my choices]: You can choose anyone of them or choose someone else as you like.

1st choice:


2nd choice:


 

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Index :

1. Intro
2. Home sweet home
3. Where it all began
4. The Theater
5. Unconscious Ordeal
6. Nightmares do come true
7. Some wounds never heal
8. Finally Home
9. F.I.R
10. Back to square one
11. Back in the Nightmare
12. CCTV- One eye that looks everything
13. Footage
14. This women will be the death of me
15.  Yin and Yang
16. Third eye of 'Imagination'
17. Strange Desire
18. Dream Come True
19. The First Night
20. Calm or Anger
21. Flashback P1
22. Flashback P2
23. Imagination gone wrong
24. Twisted mind
25. Master Plan
26. Happy Ending
27. The Phone
28. Dead phone
29. The bet
30. Rabbit hole
31. calm b4 the storm
32. Theif
33. Mystry worl
34. Video
35. round 2
36. aftermath

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Intro

In the bustling city of Hyderabad, where ancient history and modern technology blend seamlessly, lived Srinu, a software engineer with a mind as sharp as the city's famed biryani is spicy. His life was a codebase—structured, logical, and meticulously debugged. By his side was Ganga, his wife, a homemaker whose warmth and care added the soft textures of love and comfort to the fabric of their daily lives.


Their modest apartment in the tech hub of HITEC City was a cocoon of tranquility amidst the urban chaos. Srinu, with his innate knack for solving complex algorithms, worked for a leading IT firm that was at the forefront of innovation. Ganga, with her artistic flair, transformed their home into a vibrant tapestry of colors and emotions, balancing the binary world of her husband with the fluidity of her homemaking.


As dawn broke and the city stirred to life, Srinu would embark on his daily commute, weaving through the sea of traffic while Ganga, with a prayer on her lips, would begin her day's symphony in the kitchen. Their life was a harmonious blend of tradition and progress, a testament to the city's spirit that danced to the rhythm of code and culture.

But little did they know, their routine life was about to be disrupted. A twist of fate awaited Srinu, one that would not only test his love but also reveal the strength of their bond. This is the story of Srinu and Ganga, a tale of love, resilience, and the magic that unfolds when the heart and mind work in unison.

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Home sweet home 

Srinu and Ganga's home is a cozy 2BHK house nestled in the heart of the city. The house opens up to a welcoming drawing room, adorned with comfortable sofas and walls graced with family photos and traditional Indian art. The living space is warm and inviting, with a gentle breeze often wafting through the open windows, carrying with it the sounds and scents of the bustling city outside.


The two bedrooms are sanctuaries of peace and personal space. The master bedroom, with its soft lighting and plush bedding, is a retreat for Srinu and Ganga after a long day's work. The second bedroom serves as a guest room, ready to host friends and family with open arms.

An additional bathroom outside provides convenience for guests and during large family gatherings, ensuring that the privacy of the home's inner sanctum remains undisturbed. The kitchen, a realm ruled by Ganga, is a fusion of modern appliances and traditional cookware, where delicious meals are conjured up to the delight of all who dine there.

Security cameras are discreetly placed, providing a sense of safety and comfort, watching over the home like silent guardians. The house, though modest, is rich with love, laughter, and the shared dreams of Srinu and Ganga, making it much more than just a structure of brick and mortar—it's a home in every sense of the word.

Srinu is the quintessential Indian man, grounded in his roots yet reaching for the stars. He's of average build, with eyes that sparkle with intelligence and a smile that's quick to appear. His attire is a comfortable mix of casual and professional, often seen in a crisp shirt paired with well-worn jeans, a testament to his practical approach to life.


At heart, Srinu is a family man. His love for Ganga is the silent force that drives him. It's in the small gestures—the way he saves the last bite of his favorite dish for her, the way he listens intently as she shares her dreams, and the way he ensures that her phone is always charged before he leaves for work. He's not one for grand romantic gestures; instead, he believes in the steadfastness of everyday love.

His colleagues respect him for his problem-solving skills, but at home, he's simply Srinu, Ganga's husband, who loves her with a depth that's as natural to him as breathing. He's not perfect, and he doesn't pretend to be. He forgets anniversaries but remembers to bring home a packet of Ganga's favorite sweets on a random Tuesday. He's the kind of man who believes that love isn't just about saying 'I love you' but showing it in the rhythms of daily life.

In Srinu, you'll find the warmth of the Indian sun and the reliability of the monsoon. He's the hero not because he slays dragons, but because he holds Ganga's hand through every storm, offering silent strength and unwavering support. He's the hero in the way he makes sure that their little world, with its joys and challenges, revolves smoothly, day after day.

Ganga hails from a middle-class family, where values and traditions are deeply ingrained. Her upbringing taught her the importance of hard work, humility, and compassion.Ganga's heart is as vast as the monsoon sky. She radiates warmth and kindness, always ready to lend a helping hand to those in need. Her empathy extends beyond her family, embracing neighbors and stray animals alike. Beneath her gentle demeanor lies a reservoir of strength. Ganga faces life's challenges head-on, whether it's managing household finances or supporting Srinu during tough times. Her resilience is unwavering. Ganga's love for Srinu transcends ordinary boundaries. It's in the way she packs his lunch with care, the late-night conversations they share, and the silent prayers she offers for his well-being. Her love is the anchor that steadies their ship.

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Where it all began

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Ganga: (folding clothes) Srinu, it's been a while since we went out for a movie. What do you think about going tonight?

Srinu: (looking up from his laptop) That sounds like a great idea! I could use a break from these codes. What movie were you thinking of?

Ganga: I heard there's a new romantic comedy playing at the Inox nearby. I think it would be a nice change from our usual action flicks.

Srinu: (laughs) Romantic comedy it is, then. It'll be a refreshing change indeed. Should we book the tickets online now?

Ganga: Yes, let's do that. And maybe we can grab dinner outside too? Make it a proper date night?

Srinu: (closing his laptop) Perfect! I'll book the tickets, and you decide where we should eat. It's a date, then?

Ganga: (smiling) It's a date. Let's make it a night to remember.
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As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the city, Ganga and Srinu bustled around their cozy home, preparing for their long-awaited movie night. Ganga flitted from room to room, her hands deftly folding clothes and tidying up the living space, while Srinu shut down his laptop with a sense of anticipation, ready to unwind and enjoy some quality time with his beloved wife.

With the final rays of daylight streaming through the windows, Ganga and Srinu made their way to the front door, their steps synchronized in harmony. Srinu reached out to lock the door, his fingers lingering for a moment on the familiar metal before turning the key with a decisive click. Ganga smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with excitement for the evening ahead.

"Ready?" Srinu asked, offering his arm to Ganga.

"Absolutely," she replied, linking her arm with his. "Let's make tonight unforgettable."

They descended the steps of their porch hand in hand, the evening air crisp and invigorating. The streetlights flickered to life, illuminating their path as they made their way to their bike parked by the curb. Srinu started bike, Ganga with a gallant flourish, and she hopped onto the passenger seat with a grateful smile.

Settling into the driver's seat, Srinu glanced at Ganga with a grin. "So, romantic comedy it is. Are you ready for a good laugh?"

Ganga nodded eagerly. "Absolutely! It'll be a nice change from all the action-packed movies we usually watch."

Srinu started the engine, and the bike hummed to life, ready to whisk them away on their movie night adventure. As they pulled out of the driveway, the familiar sights and sounds of the city enveloped them, a comforting backdrop to their evening plans.

The theater loomed ahead, its marquee illuminated with the promise of cinematic delights. Srinu found a parking spot nearby, and they made their way to the entrance hand in hand, their anticipation building with each step.

Inside the theater, they purchased their tickets and snacks, the scent of popcorn and the buzz of conversation adding to the excitement in the air. Finding their seats, they settled in, the lights dimming as the previews began to roll.

Ganga snuggled closer to Srinu, her hand finding his beneath the armrest. As the movie started, they shared knowing glances and soft laughter, savoring every moment of their long-awaited date night.

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The Theater 

The theater was a sanctuary of cinematic wonder, its dimly lit corridors leading patrons into a realm of imagination and entertainment. As Ganga and Srinu entered, they were enveloped by the soft glow of overhead lights, casting a warm ambiance throughout the lobby.


The scent of buttered popcorn lingered in the air, intermingling with the tantalizing aroma of freshly popped kernels. A concession stand stood to one side, its colorful array of snacks and beverages beckoning moviegoers with promises of indulgence.

The walls were adorned with movie posters, each one a vibrant tribute to the silver screen's most iconic moments. From classic blockbusters to the latest releases, the posters served as a visual tapestry of cinematic history, igniting excitement and anticipation in the hearts of all who passed by.

As Ganga and Srinu made their way towards the theaters, they were greeted by plush carpeting underfoot and rows of velvet ropes guiding them to their destination. The gentle hum of conversation filled the air, punctuated by bursts of laughter and excitement as patrons eagerly awaited the start of their chosen film.

Entering the theater itself, Ganga and Srinu were met with the sight of rows upon rows of cushioned seats, each one eagerly awaiting its occupant. The room was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of exit signs illuminating the pathways between rows.

The screen at the front of the room stood as a towering beacon of entertainment, its surface pristine and inviting, ready to transport viewers to far-off worlds and thrilling adventures. Surrounding it, speakers hummed with anticipation, promising an immersive audio experience that would bring the movie to life.

As the theater lights dimmed, the screen flickered to life, casting a soft glow over the eager faces of the audience. Ganga settled into her seat, excitement coursing through her veins as she awaited the start of the movie. Srinu sat to her right, a comforting presence by her side.



On her left, however, sat Javed, with Chacha beside him. From the moment they entered, their raucous laughter and boisterous chatter had filled the air, drawing annoyed glances from nearby patrons. Ganga exchanged a worried glance with Srinu, sensing the potential for disruption.

Javed is a resilient figure in the bustling streets of India, where he runs a modest tyre puncture repair shop. As an orphan, he found solace and guidance under the wing of his father's friend, affectionately known as 'Chacha'. To Javed, Chacha is more than just a guardian; he is a mentor, a father figure, and the uncle he never had. Despite the hardships of life, Javed's spirit remains unbroken, and his work ethic is as strong as the tyres he mends.

Chacha, in his early 50s, is a man of compact stature but with a presence that fills the room. His skin is the color of rich, dark earth, a testament to years of working under the sun. His arms, strong and capable, speak of a lifetime of physical labor, while his beer belly is a jovial nod to his love for life's simple pleasures. His eyes, often twinkling with mirth, reflect a spirit undimmed by the years.

As the opening scenes unfolded on the screen, Ganga's attention was torn between the movie and the commotion beside her. Javed's loud commentary and Chacha's hearty laughter threatened to overshadow the cinematic experience.

Srinu leaned in close to Ganga, his voice barely audible over the noise. "Are you okay?" he whispered, concern etched in his features.

Ganga nodded, but her discomfort was palpable. She shifted in her seat, trying to focus on the movie while tuning out the distractions around her.

Javed, oblivious to the discomfort he was causing, leaned over Ganga to address Chacha, his voice carrying above the soundtrack. "Hey, Chacha, did you see that? What a joke!"

Chacha chuckled in response, his booming laughter reverberating through the theater. "Absolutely, Javed! These filmmakers have no clue!"

Srinu exchanged a frustrated glance with Ganga, both silently wishing for a more peaceful viewing experience. Despite their best efforts to immerse themselves in the movie, Javed and Chacha's antics continued to intrude upon their enjoyment.

As the first half of the movie unfolded on the screen, Ganga found herself engrossed in the story, her attention captured by the captivating visuals and stirring soundtrack. Beside her, Srinu sat, equally absorbed in the cinematic experience, his focus fixed on the unfolding drama.

However, as the minutes passed, Ganga began to sense a subtle shift in the atmosphere beside her. Javed, seated to her left, seemed to inch closer with each passing moment, his movements becoming increasingly deliberate.

At first, it was a slight brush of his shoulder against hers, so subtle that Ganga could almost convince herself it was accidental. But as the movie progressed, the contact became more frequent, more intentional, leaving Ganga feeling increasingly uncomfortable in her seat.

Srinu, engrossed in the movie, remained oblivious to the subtle advances beside him. But Ganga, acutely aware of Javed's proximity, felt a sense of unease creeping over her, a knot of tension tightening in her stomach.

Then, as if by accident, Javed's hand found its way onto the armrest between their seats, his fingers brushing against Ganga's hand with a touch that lingered just a moment too long. Ganga's heart raced with discomfort, her breath catching in her throat as she struggled to maintain her composure.

Beside her, Srinu shifted in his seat, his attention momentarily diverted from the movie. Sensing her distress, he glanced at Ganga with concern, his brow furrowing with worry. But before he could speak, Javed withdrew his hand, a sly smile playing at the corners of his lips as he feigned innocence.

Ganga, her heart pounding in her chest, forced herself to focus on the movie, willing herself to ignore Javed's unwanted advances. But as the tension mounted, she found it increasingly difficult to concentrate, her mind consumed by the uncomfortable situation unfolding beside her.

As Ganga turned towards Javed, her heart pounded in her chest, her eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and tension. She met his gaze head-on, her expression tight with displeasure as she silently conveyed her disapproval.

Javed's eyes, however, held a different emotion altogether. Filled with lust and a hint of arrogance, they bore into Ganga's with a predatory intensity. A sly smirk played at the corners of his lips, betraying the audacity of his actions.

In that charged moment, Ganga felt a surge of indignation rising within her. Who was this stranger, she wondered, to so boldly misbehave with her in the presence of her husband? It was as if he were daring her to react, testing the limits of her patience and resolve.

But as she met Javed's gaze, she refused to back down. With every fiber of her being, she projected her defiance, refusing to be intimidated by his brazen advances. She may have felt uncomfortable, but she refused to let him see her fear.

Beside her, Srinu shifted in his seat, sensing the tension in the air. His eyes flickered between Ganga and Javed, his concern evident in the furrow of his brow. But before he could intervene, Ganga turned away, determined to confront Javed on her own terms.

As the lights dimmed and the movie resumed, Ganga's mind raced with thoughts of the stranger seated beside her. Who was he, and what did he hope to gain from his inappropriate behavior? She may not have the answers, but one thing was clear: she would not allow him to spoil her evening any further.

As Ganga turned her attention back to the movie, determined to ignore the unsettling presence of Javed and Chacha beside her, she found herself distracted by their mischievous laughter. It echoed in the dimly lit theater, a stark contrast to the hushed murmurs of the other patrons.

Despite her best efforts to focus on the screen, Ganga's ears tuned into their whispered conversations. She could hear Javed's low voice, punctuated by bursts of laughter, as he exchanged words with Chacha, their amusement growing with each passing moment.

Feeling a surge of frustration, Ganga turned towards them once more, her gaze sharp with reproach. Instantly, their laughter ceased, replaced by a facade of innocence as they pretended to focus on the movie, their eyes fixed on the screen before them.

But Ganga wasn't fooled. As she turned away, her senses heightened, she could feel their eyes on her, their gazes lingering where they shouldn't. With a sinking feeling in her stomach, she realized the source of their amusement.

Glancing out of the corner of her eye, Ganga observed Javed stealing furtive glances in her direction, his eyes fixated not on her face, but on something below. It took her a moment to comprehend the object of his gaze, and when she did, a wave of indignation washed over her.

It was her cleavage, formed by her ample bosom and visible in the dim light cast by the movie screen. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anger as she realized the crude nature of their amusement.

As Ganga processed the realization of what Javed and Chacha were looking at and whispering about, a wave of disgust washed over her. The sheer indecency of their behavior, their boldness in making lewd comments about her while sitting right beside her, filled her with a deep sense of revulsion.

In that moment, she couldn't help but feel a profound sense of disappointment in humanity. How could these men, whom she had never met before, have such blatant disregard for her dignity and respect? It was as if they saw her as nothing more than an object for their amusement, a target for their crude jokes and lecherous glances.

The thought that they might be cheap skates from the slums, working as low-life laborers, only added fuel to her anger. But even as she recoiled from their behavior, Ganga knew that their social status was no excuse for their actions. Regardless of their background, they had no right to treat her—or any woman—in such a degrading manner.

As the movie continued to play, Ganga's discomfort only grew, her skin crawling with revulsion at the thought of sitting beside Javed and Chacha any longer. With each passing moment, their inappropriate behavior weighed heavily on her, casting a shadow over what should have been a simple night out at the movies.

Feeling a surge of nausea rising within her, Ganga leaned towards Srinu, her voice barely a whisper as she spoke into his ear. "Srinu," she began, her words tinged with urgency, "can we switch seats? I'm feeling a bit uncomfortable sitting here."

Srinu turned to her, concern etched in his features as he registered the distress in her voice. "Of course, Ganga," he replied softly, reaching out to take her hand in a gesture of reassurance. "Let's switch seats. I want you to feel comfortable."

With a sense of relief washing over her, Ganga rose from her seat, grateful for Srinu's understanding and support. As they exchanged places, she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for not telling him about Javed and Chacha's inappropriate behavior. But she knew that revealing the truth would only lead to confrontation and conflict, and she didn't want to ruin their evening any further.

Little did she know, however, that Srinu had been observing Javed and Chacha from the moment they entered the theater. While he hadn't caught all of their misbehavior, he had come to the realization that something wasn't right. Yet, without concrete proof and in the absence of a direct confrontation, he had chosen to bide his time, unwilling to escalate the situation in public.

As Ganga settled into her new seat beside Srinu, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered within her. But with Srinu by her side, she felt a sense of comfort and safety, knowing that he would always be there to protect her, both in the theater and beyond. And as they turned their attention back to the movie, Ganga resolved to put the unpleasant encounter with Javed and Chacha behind her, focusing instead on the simple joy of being with her husband.

As Srinu observed Ganga's graceful handling of the uncomfortable situation with Javed and Chacha, a swell of pride washed over him. He couldn't help but feel a deep sense of admiration for his wife, marveling at her unwavering loyalty and steadfastness in the face of adversity.

In that moment, as Ganga whispered her discomfort and he saw the subtle distress in her eyes, Srinu's heart swelled with love and admiration for her. He was filled with a profound sense of gratitude for her presence in his life, knowing that he was blessed to have such a strong and dignified woman by his side.

As they switched seats and settled in together, Srinu couldn't help but feel a rush of affection towards Ganga. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close, and felt a surge of warmth as she nestled her head against his shoulder.

In that simple gesture of affection, Srinu found solace and reassurance. He knew that no matter what challenges they faced, they would always have each other to lean on, to support and uplift one another through life's ups and downs.

As they watched the movie together, Srinu couldn't help but marvel at the woman beside him. Despite the discomfort and embarrassment she had endured, Ganga remained poised and dignified, her strength shining through in every graceful movement and every steady breath.

In that moment, Srinu realized just how lucky he was to have Ganga as his wife. She was not just his partner in life, but his rock, his confidante, and his source of endless love and support. And as he pressed his cheek against her head, savoring the warmth of her presence, he silently vowed to cherish and protect her for the rest of his days. Together, they would weather any storm, their bond stronger than ever before.

As the movie reached the end of its first half, the screen faded to black, signaling the beginning of the intermission. Around them, the theater buzzed with activity as patrons stretched their legs and queued up for refreshments.

Srinu glanced at Ganga with a warm smile, his eyes shining with anticipation for the break. "I'll go grab some popcorn and drinks for us," he said, squeezing her hand affectionately before rising from his seat.

Ganga returned his smile, grateful for his thoughtfulness. "Thank you, Srinu," she replied, her voice soft with appreciation.

As Srinu made his way towards the concession stand, Javed and Chacha wasted no time in taking advantage of the break. With a quick exchange of nods, they rose from their seats and made their way towards the exit, eager to stretch their legs and perhaps indulge in a quick smoke.

Left alone in their row, Ganga took the opportunity to lean towards Srinu's vacant seat, her heart heavy with the weight of the evening's events. She couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered within her, the memory of Javed and Chacha's inappropriate behavior casting a shadow over what should have been a simple night out.

But as she sat there, lost in thought, her worries began to fade in the warmth of Srinu's absence. She knew that he would return soon, his presence a comforting anchor in the midst of uncertainty.



Meanwhile, Srinu navigated the bustling crowds of the concession stand, his mind focused on his mission to bring back treats for himself and Ganga. As he waited in line, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his wife's strength and resilience. Despite the challenges they had faced, she had remained composed and dignified, a true testament to her character.



As Srinu stood in line at the concession stand, he couldn't help but marvel at the sheer number of people crammed into the narrow corridor. It was a weekend, after all, and the theater was buzzing with activity as moviegoers jostled for their favorite snacks and drinks.



With each passing minute, Srinu's patience was tested as the line inched forward at a frustratingly slow pace. He glanced at his watch, realizing with a sinking feeling that the entire 15-minute intermission was slipping away, and he had yet to even place his order.



But Srinu refused to be deterred. With determination etched into his features, he stood his ground, resolved to fulfill his promise to Ganga no matter how long it took.



Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Srinu reached the front of the line. With a sense of relief washing over him, he quickly placed his order, opting for a large bucket of cheese popcorn and two diet cokes.



As he waited for his order to be filled, Srinu glanced around the bustling concession stand, taking in the sights and sounds of the crowded space. Despite the chaos, there was a sense of camaraderie among the moviegoers, a shared excitement for the cinematic experience that united them all.



With his snacks and drinks in hand, Srinu made his way towards the theater room door entrance, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his lips. Though the intermission had flown by in a blur of long lines and impatient crowds, he was glad to finally have what he came for.



As he pushed open the door and stepped back into the dimly lit corridor, Srinu felt a sense of accomplishment wash over him. He may have taken the entire intermission time to get popcorn and drinks, but he knew that it would be worth it to see the smile on Ganga's face when he returned to their seats. And with that thought in mind, he quickened his pace, eager to reunite with his wife and enjoy the rest of the movie together.



As Srinu entered the theater room, popcorn and drinks in hand, he felt a sense of relief wash over him. But as he made his way towards his seat row, his heart skipped a beat when he saw Javed and Chacha already settled back in their seats, their loud voices echoing in the dimly lit room.



However, what truly shocked him was the sight of Ganga sitting in her original seat beside Javed. Srinu felt as though the ground had shifted beneath him, a wave of confusion and disbelief crashing over him as he struggled to make sense of the situation.



Utterly dumbfounded, Srinu slowly made his way to his own seat, handing Ganga her drink with trembling hands. As he settled into his chair, he couldn't help but feel a knot of anxiety tightening in his chest. Something didn't feel right, but he couldn't put his finger on it.



Turning to Ganga, he mustered the courage to ask, his voice barely above a whisper, "What happened? Is everything okay? Why are you sitting in that seat again?"



Ganga met his gaze with a serene smile, her eyes betraying none of the turmoil swirling within him. "Oh, nothing," she replied casually, her tone light. "Your seat was not comfortable."



Srinu's mind raced with questions, but he could sense that Ganga wasn't ready to discuss whatever had transpired during the intermission. With a heavy heart, he turned his attention to the screen as the second half of the movie began, feeling a sense of unease gnawing at him.



As the movie unfolded before him, Srinu couldn't shake the feeling of disquiet that lingered within him. He had no clue what had happened during those 15 minutes of intermission that had led Ganga to return to her original seat beside Javed, and he couldn't help but feel powerless to do anything but watch as the events of the evening continued to unfold before him.



As the second half of the movie unfolded on the screen, Srinu found himself more preoccupied with the drama unfolding beside him than the plot playing out before him. His gaze flickered back and forth between Ganga and Javed, his eyes keenly observing their every interaction, every subtle movement.



But to his surprise, Javed and Chacha had become eerily calm. Gone were the loud voices and boisterous laughter, replaced instead by a quiet demeanor that seemed almost out of place in the bustling theater room. There was no sign of any misbehavior towards Ganga, no lingering stares or lewd comments, just a seemingly innocuous exchange of words.



Despite the apparent calm, however, Srinu couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered within him. He knew that something wasn't right, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Was it possible that Ganga's decision to return to her original seat had been prompted by something more than just discomfort?



As the movie drew to a close, Srinu's mind buzzed with unanswered questions. Why had Ganga switched seats? Was his seat truly uncomfortable for her, or had there been another reason behind her decision? And what had transpired between her and Javed during the intermission that had prompted such a drastic change in her behavior?



Lost in his thoughts, Srinu watched as the credits rolled and the lights came up, signaling the end of the movie. But even as the other patrons began to file out of the theater, Srinu remained seated, his mind still reeling with unanswered questions. He knew that he needed answers, but for now, all he could do was wait and hope that Ganga would eventually share the truth with him.



As the credits rolled and the lights in the theater began to brighten, signaling the end of the movie, the audience stirred from their seats, ready to make their way towards the exit. Srinu, eager to beat the rush, stepped out into the aisle and began to make his way towards the exit, expecting Ganga to follow close behind.



But as he forged ahead through the crowd, weaving his way through the throngs of people, he noticed that Ganga was falling behind. Glancing back over his shoulder, he could barely make out her figure amidst the sea of faces. With a furrowed brow, Srinu slowed his pace, trying to keep track of her progress.



Every few steps, Srinu would glance back again, searching for a glimpse of Ganga's familiar form. Each time, he caught sight of her, she would nod her head, a silent reassurance that she was still following him. But with each passing moment, she seemed to be getting farther and farther behind.



Concern began to gnaw at Srinu's insides as he watched Ganga struggle to navigate through the crowded aisles. He wanted to reach out to her, to call out and ensure she was okay, but the din of the exiting crowd drowned out any attempts at communication.



As Srinu pressed forward through the thickening crowd, his concern for Ganga intensified with each step. Despite his efforts to slow down and keep an eye on her progress, the gap between them widened. He could barely discern her figure among the mass of people, and the distance between them seemed to stretch with every passing moment.



With a sinking feeling in his chest, Srinu quickened his pace, determined to reach the exit and wait for Ganga there. He hoped that she would catch up soon, but the press of bodies around him made it difficult to maneuver. As he finally reached the exit doors and stepped out into the lobby, he turned back to look for Ganga, his heart racing with anxiety.



But to his dismay, there was no sign of her. Panic threatened to overwhelm him as he scanned the crowd, searching desperately for any trace of his wife.



Panic began to bubble up inside him as he realized that Ganga was truly missing. His heart pounded in his chest as he frantically checked every face that passed by, his mind racing with a million terrifying possibilities.



Was she lost in the crowd? Had something happened to her? The questions swirled in his mind, each one more terrifying than the last.



As Srinu continued to scan the faces in the dwindling crowd, his heart sank further when he realized that not only was Ganga missing, but so were Javed and Chacha. The absence of all three filled him with a sense of foreboding, and his mind raced with a torrent of fearful thoughts.



The once-bustling lobby now felt eerily quiet as the stream of people exiting the theater began to thin. Despite the dwindling crowd, there was still no sign of Ganga or the two men who had been seated beside them during the movie.



Fear and anxiety tightened their grip on Srinu's heart as he grappled with the unsettling possibilities swirling in his mind. Did Javed and Chacha somehow lure Ganga away? Were they involved in her disappearance? The thought sent a shiver down his spine.



He felt a wave of panic rising within him as he considered the worst-case scenarios. Did they kidnap Ganga? Had they harmed her in any way? The mere thought made his stomach churn with dread.



As the minutes stretched on, Srinu's mind became a whirlwind of confusion and fear. He felt utterly powerless, unable to shake the nagging feeling of helplessness that gnawed at him relentlessly.



But despite the overwhelming sense of despair threatening to consume him, Srinu refused to give up hope. Clinging to the slender thread of optimism that remained, he resolved to search every corner of the theater until he found Ganga, determined to bring her back safely no matter the cost. With a heavy heart and a mind full of dread, he steeled himself for the daunting task ahead, knowing that he would stop at nothing to find his beloved wife.



With his heart pounding in his chest and a sense of urgency propelling him forward, Srinu's body moved on autopilot as he searched frantically for Ganga. Racing through the theater lobby, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had somehow missed her as she exited the theater.



His footsteps echoed in the empty corridors as he burst out into the parking lot, scanning the rows of cars in desperation. But there was no sign of Ganga among the vehicles, and panic clawed at his chest as he realized she wasn't there.



Without a moment's hesitation, Srinu dashed back into the theater, his mind racing with possibilities. Perhaps she had been delayed and was the last one to exit the theater room. But as he entered the dimly lit space, his hopes were dashed once again as he found it empty, devoid of any trace of his wife.



A sinking feeling settled in the pit of his stomach as he considered where else she might be. With trembling legs, he made his way to the lounge area, his heart hammering in his chest. But as he scanned the room, his worst fears were confirmed – Ganga was nowhere to be found.



Agony gripped him as he stared at the ground, his mind consumed by a whirlwind of terror and despair.



Unable to move, unable to think, Srinu was consumed by the crushing weight of uncertainty.



As Srinu stood there, consumed by fear and uncertainty, a glimmer of hope suddenly appeared at the end of the long corridor. His heart leaped with joy as he watched a figure emerge from the female bathroom – it was Ganga.



Relief washed over him in a wave as he scrambled to his feet, his eyes fixed on his wife's approaching figure. With each step she took, the knot of fear in his chest loosened, replaced by an overwhelming sense of gratitude and relief.



Ganga walked towards him, her steps steady and sure, her expression calm and serene. As she drew closer, Srinu couldn't help but notice the smile that graced her lips, a beacon of light in the darkness of his worry.



With her arms raised, she deftly tied her hair back, a gesture so familiar and comforting to Srinu. And though her face was wet of washing her face.



As Ganga reached him, Srinu enveloped her in a tight embrace, holding her close as if afraid she might disappear again. "Ganga, thank goodness you're safe," he thought.



Srinu: Ganga, I'm just glad you're safe. But why didn't you meet me at the exit? And why did you go to that bathroom all the way down the corridor instead of the one closer to the theater room?



Ganga: Oh, Srinu, I'm sorry I worried you. I... I just needed a moment to myself, you know? And, uh, the bathroom near the theater room was too crowded, so I thought I'd find one with fewer people.



Srinu: But Ganga, you could have just waited for me. We could have gone together. And why didn't you tell me you were going to the bathroom?



Ganga: I know, I know, I should have. I'm sorry, it was just... spur of the moment, I guess. And, um, I didn't want to bother you. You were probably busy trying to find me.



Srinu: (sighs) Ganga, you never bother me. You know I'm always here for you, right? I was so worried when I couldn't find you. I thought something bad had happened.



Ganga: I know, and I'm sorry. I should have communicated better. I promise I'll do better next time.



Srinu: (softening) It's okay, Ganga. I'm just glad you're safe. Let's just forget about it and focus on getting home, okay?



Ganga: Okay, Srinu. Thank you for understanding.



Srinu: Always, Ganga. Always.



As Srinu and Ganga walked towards the exit of the theater, Srinu's mind was filled with a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. Despite the reassurance of Ganga's safety, a nagging doubt lingered in the back of his mind.



Srinu couldn't help but glance over his shoulder at the door, half-expecting Javed and Chacha to emerge at any moment. He shook his head, baffled by his own suspicions. Why was he even entertaining such thoughts? Why was he doubting his wife, Ganga?



He chastised himself inwardly, reminding himself of Ganga's loyalty and strength. She was a woman of integrity, a pillar of support in his life. There was no reason for him to doubt her, especially over baseless assumptions about Javed and Chacha. Why would she entertain people like Javed and Cha Cha who are 3rd class labourers



But try as he might, Srinu couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that had settled in the pit of his stomach. The image of Javed and Chacha lingered in his mind, their lewd behavior during the movie casting a shadow of doubt over his thoughts.



As they neared the exit, Srinu made a silent vow to push aside his irrational fears and trust in Ganga's unwavering loyalty. Whatever doubts he may have harbored, he knew deep down that Ganga was his rock, his anchor in a sea of uncertainty. And with her by his side, he could weather any storm that came their way.



As Srinu and Ganga exited the theater, the cool night air did little to ease the tension that gripped Srinu's chest. His eyes scanned the dimly lit parking lot, searching for his bike amidst the rows of vehicles. But as his gaze shifted to the left, he froze in place, his heart skipping a beat.



There, lurking in the shadows near the backside of the bathroom wall, were Javed and Chacha. Their figures loomed ominously in the darkness, their eyes fixed on Srinu and Ganga with an intensity that sent shivers down Srinu's spine.



The realization hit him like a ton of bricks – Javed and Chacha were standing at the backside of the bathroom wall from which Ganga went earlier just moments ago. The implications of this discovery sent shockwaves through Srinu's consciousness, leaving him reeling with disbelief.



A jolt of realization struck Srinu as he connected the dots, his mind racing with questions. What were they doing there? Were they peeping into the bathroom while Ganga was inside? Did Ganga know they were there?



Srinu's gaze flickered to Ganga, his expression tense with unspoken concern. Ganga raised an eyebrow inquisitively, silently questioning his troubled demeanor. Srinu shook his head slightly, his thoughts swirling with doubt and suspicion.



For a moment, he debated confronting Ganga about the unsettling sight, but then he hesitated. Was he overthinking the situation? Did he have any concrete evidence to accuse her or Javed and Chacha of wrongdoing? With a heavy heart and a mind clouded with uncertainty, Srinu remained silent, choosing to keep his suspicions to himself for the time being.



Turning away from the scene, he forced himself to focus on the task at hand, walking towards his bike with Ganga by his side. Though his mind was still troubled, he resolved to push aside his doubts and trust in Ganga's integrity until he had solid proof otherwise.



As Srinu and Ganga finally reached his bike in the parking lot, relief washed over them both. Srinu hurriedly hopped off the bike and fumbled for the key, his hands trembling with a mix of exhaustion and adrenaline. With a quick twist of the wrist, he inserted the key into the ignition and turned it, the familiar sound of the engine sputtering to life filling the air.



But as Srinu began to kick-start the bike, a sense of unease settled over him. The engine seemed to resist his efforts, stubbornly refusing to roar to life as it usually did. He kicked the bike once, then twice, but still, there was no response.



Turning to Ganga, Srinu could see the fear etched on her face, her eyes wide with apprehension. Before she could utter a word, Srinu felt a sharp impact on the back of his head, a blinding pain radiating through his skull.



With a startled cry, Srinu stumbled forward, his grip on the bike slipping as he fell to the ground in a heap. His vision swam with stars as he struggled to make sense of what had just happened, the world spinning dizzily around him.



Ganga's voice cut through the haze of pain, her cries of alarm mingling with the chaos of the scene unfolding before them. Srinu tried to push himself up off the ground, but his limbs felt heavy and uncoordinated, his body refusing to obey his commands.



As he lay there, disoriented and vulnerable, Srinu's mind raced with a flurry of questions. Who had attacked him? Why? And where was Ganga? Panic surged through him as he realized that she too was in danger, her safety uncertain in the chaos of the parking lot.



As Srinu lay on the ground, paralyzed and unable to move, a cold sense of dread settled over him. His limbs felt heavy and unresponsive, his body betraying him in his moment of dire need. But even as his vision blurred and his consciousness waned, Srinu fought against the encroaching darkness, forcing his eyes to remain open despite the overwhelming urge to succumb to unconsciousness.



Through the haze of pain and confusion, Srinu's mind raced, piecing together the events that had led to his current predicament. And then, like a bolt of lightning, realization struck him with chilling clarity – it was ChaCha who had attacked him, striking him with the iron rod that had left him incapacitated and vulnerable. And Javed, his supposed friend, was now dragging Ganga away towards the under-construction building at backside of the theater, her cries of distress echoing in the night air. he saw Ganga struggling against Javed trying to get away from him. 



With a surge of panic and desperation, Srinu struggled to reach out to Ganga, to protect her from the danger that threatened to engulf them both. But his efforts were futile, his body refusing to obey his commands as he lay helplessly on the ground.



Before he could fully comprehend the gravity of the situation, Srinu felt a strong hand grip his arm, pulling him along the ground with brutal force. It was ChaCha, dragging him towards a under-construction building that stood ominously in the darkness behind the theater.



As they drew closer to their destination, Srinu's heart pounded with a mixture of fear and determination. He knew that he had to fight, to resist the sinister forces that sought to tear him and Ganga apart. With every fiber of his being, he vowed to protect his wife, to ensure her safety no matter the cost.



And as they disappeared into the shadows, Srinu's resolve burned bright, a beacon of hope in the face of unspeakable danger. For he knew that as long as he drew breath, he would never stop fighting for the woman he loved, no matter what horrors awaited them in the darkness.


Before knowing Srinu went unconscious, everything went dark.

[sri7869]

Good story

[Hornytamilan23]

Oh my boy, that's some development.

Erotic thriller.

Impatiently patient to know what happened next?

[Hornytamilan23]

I wonder how, srinu and Ganga came in car, and about to leave in bike?

[kk007007]

I wonder how, srinu and Ganga came in car, and about to leave in bike?

Fixed it .. good catch

[Hornytamilan23]

Look carefully in "Where it all began:

From last 4 line or para, srinu started the engine and car hummed to life.

[chellaporukki]

Fantastic start bro. Looks like this is part of javed and ganga plan in the restroom. Srinu is a fool not knowing about his wife. ha ha

[Dorabooji]

Beautiful narration friend.

Please complete the story and do not leave it half way like your earlier ones.

[Ananthukutty]

Life changed for poor srinu in just one half of the move. When he was thinking great about her, she not only shifted seat to go back to M men, but also left the husband in the dark. Great start dude.

[fuckandforget]

Marvelous way to begin.
Why should ganga go to restroom after the movie and not during interval.
Did javed do something to her in the second half of movie and made her wet and leaking down and she wants to clean it.
Are these men planning for a blackmail.
Cant wait to read more.

[Hornytamilan23]

Bro you have started mulitple threads with same theme, and srinivas or srinu as the husband.

But none of them are over one page

I think you want to develop this plot, I don't know what's stopping you over the years.

You are doing this since 2021.

So are you gonna complete?

[Hornytamilan23]

Beautiful narration friend.

Please complete the story and do not leave it half way like your earlier ones.

+1, Now I understood, why you said this.

[fuckandforget]

+1, Now I understood, why you said this.

The author has got great writing skills. If he can complete the story, i am sure he can make it a masterpiece. hope he does with this story.

[Sarran Raj]

What did Javed and chacha do in the interval to change her mind. Good thril to read.

[Gilmalover]

What did Javed and chacha do in the interval to change her mind. Good thril to read.

He would have shown his circumcized 12 inch dick and told he can show the heaven.  This would have made her orgasm instantly and she would have touched his dick in the second half. She knows her husband has only 4 inch and he does not stay long and never given her real orgasm. Already a bored housewife she is, want to see the heaven through the Moslim man dick. Change seat means change her man. Extraordinary beginning of story.