Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

Third eye of 'Imagination'

Yang: "This is the only proof you will ever need."

Srinu, bewildered and struggling to grasp the situation, took a deep breath and asked, "What is this Third Eye of Imagination? How am I able to see back in time to when the attack happened? How am I able to see inside the room when I was unconscious?"
Yang's fiery demeanor softened slightly as he prepared to explain. "This is all the power of the Third Eye of Imagination. Through it, you can see anything, anywhere. You can even travel through time to the past or the future. You unlocked this ability because of your pure love and affection for your wife. When you were ready to take your own life instead of hers."

Srinu: "But how is that possible?"

Yang: "Your willingness to sacrifice yourself out of love for Ganga was the key. That selfless act triggered a deep, hidden potential within you. Yin and I, who are alter egos of yourself, living inside you, came to rescue you and show you the path. We couldn't let you take your own life."

Yang nodded. "Yes, we are. Yin represents your calm, rational side, while I embody your passion and anger. Together, we balance your emotions and thoughts. When you reached that breaking point, we had to intervene."

As Srinu grappled with the concept of the Third Eye of Imagination, his mind raced with a whirlwind of questions and doubts. How could something as intangible as imagination hold the key to unlocking the truth? And what did it mean for him to bear witness to events that transcended the boundaries of reality?

Srinu peered through the lens of his mind's eye, the scene unfolded before him with vivid clarity. Javed and Chacha, their faces contorted with malice, seized hold of Ganga and dragged her with cruel determination towards the yawning threshold of the room.

Javed and Chacha dragged Ganga into the room. Their grip was tight around her arms, pulling her along like a puppet on strings. She tried to resist them, struggling and screaming for help, but they were too strong for her. They didn’t even notice the pain they caused when their rough hands left bruises on her soft skin.

“Let go of me! Let me go home!” Ganga cried out desperately as they forced her into the room, slamming the door shut behind them. “Please don’t do this! I have a family waiting for me!”
Javed grabbed her from behind and threw her onto the floor, causing her to fall face first onto the cold, hard surface. In the process, her saree's pallu came undone, revealing her cleavage. Javed and Chacha couldn’t take their eyes off it. They licked their lips hungrily, salivating at the sight of her naked flesh.

Ganga quickly tried to adjust her pallu back over her chest, but before she could, Chacha couldn’t hold back any longer. He rushed forward and picked her up from the floor, holding her tightly in front of him. With one hand grasping her hair and the other wrapped around her waist, he began to slowly grind his pelvis against her ass, rubbing his dick against her cheeks.

“Mmmm,” he moaned softly, his breath hot against her ear. “You taste so good already, my little slut. You know you want this, don’t you?”

Javed heard Chacha calling Ganga a slut and felt a surge of anger. "Leave her alone! How dare you call her that? She's a high-class woman, not some lowly slut! You have no manners! Leave her to me. I'll show you how to treat a lady like her properly."

Chacha released her from his grip and stepped back.

Javed turned to face her, his eyes filled with remorse. "I'm sorry about that," he said, shaking his head. "Chacha has been acting strange lately, ever since we moved here. I should have kept him away from you. Please forgive us for what happened."

Ganga stared at him blankly, still dazed from the assault. "Can you please just let me go? He needs me. I must take him to the hospital."

Javed replied, "Oh about your husband. He is unconscious, Chacha hit him so hard, he went to sleep right away." Saying this both of them laughed together looking at each other. Listening to this Ganga started scolding them while crying for her husband Srinu. "He is not dead, but he is badly hurt."

"Please don't cry, Madam. We just wanted to make sure you didn't get lost on our way back." Javed replied. Ganga responded, "Please let me go. I will give you all the money and jewelry you want, just let me go."

Javed smirked and said, "Money and jewels? What do we need those for? You think we would steal from someone like you? No, we just wanted to see what a real high-class woman looks like. And now we know."

Ganga was confused and asked, "What does that mean?" Javed answered, "It means you look beautiful, even after being dragged through the mud

If we wanted money, we could rob the rich old folks. Easy money, there are so many families like that in this city." Ganga replied, "If you don't want money, then what the hell do you want?" Javed grinned and said, "We just wanted to see what a real high-class woman looks like. And now we know."
You see, Madam, we are third-class labourers. The women we get to have in our life are all low-class, ugly women. Even in our wildest dreams, we can't imagine touching a woman like you."

Javed gazed at her with desire, his voice dripping with lust. "Look at your beautiful curves, your perfect breasts, your smooth thighs, and your round bottom. You're a goddess, and I'd be honoured to worship you."

Ganga felt a shiver run down her spine at the thought of being worshipped by such men. She knew it was wrong, but part of her enjoyed the attention.

Javed continued, "So, Madam, if you can bless us with one night..." Ganga gave him an angry look, understanding exactly what he meant. Javed saw her reaction and nodded, knowing he wouldn't get anything from her tonight.

Ganga replied with disgust, "How can you ask that? I'm like your sister." Javed joked, "If you were my sister, I would have married you." Both Chacha and Javed burst out laughing at the comment. Ganga glared at them.

Realizing her situation, Ganga pleaded, "Please let me go. I'm a married woman. I can't do what you asked me to do." Javed thought for a moment before speaking again. "OK, Madam, asking you to sleep with us is a bit too much for you. I know that. But there is one more way." Ganga responded eagerly, "What is that? Please tell me. I will do it."

Javed explained, "You see, Madam, the prostitutes we sleep with won't let us kiss them on their lips. So, Madam, if a Goddess like you let us kiss you...we will be blessed." Ganga lowered her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. Javed noticed her change in attitude and encouraged her, "It's just a kiss, Madam. Then you can go to your husband."

Ganga went blank and didn't know how to respond to his proposal. chacha said, "Come on madam, it's nothing bad. Just a small favor for us". Javed added "Yes, and if you do it, you can leave immediately.". chacha added "and also we will return your husband to you". Ganga looked at them with tears in her eyes.

As Ganga pondered the thought of kissing a stranger, Javed slowly approached her.

Javed: softly "It's just a kiss, madam. Nothing more. Then you can go to your husband."

Ganga: looking up, her eyes filled with tears, still unable to speak

Javed: closing the distance between them, speaking gently "Please, madam. We won't harm you. Just a kiss."

Ganga: taking a deep breath, still trembling "Just a kiss?"

Javed: nodding "Just a kiss."

Ganga: hesitates, her mind racing, feeling trapped but desperate to return to Srinu

Javed: reaches out, gently touching her arm "You can trust me, madam. Just one kiss, and you’re free to go."
As Javed touched her arm, Ganga immediately backed away, hitting the wall behind her.

Ganga: frantically "Don't touch me! Please... don't touch me."

Javed: raising his hands, trying to calm her "Alright, alright. I won't touch you."

Ganga: breathing heavily, tears streaming down her face "Please, just let me go to my husband."

Javed: taking a step back "I understand you're scared, madam. But remember, it's just a kiss. One kiss, and then you're free."

Ganga: looking around, feeling trapped "Why are you doing this? I beg you, let me go."

Javed: sighing "We can't, madam. But we can make this easier for you. Just one kiss, and then you can go."

Ganga: slowly sinking to the floor, her body trembling "Please... I don't know if I can do this."

Javed: standing still, watching her "Take your time, madam. We won't force you. But remember, this is the only way."

Ganga: sobbing quietly, trying to gather herself

Javed: "Madam, please stop crying. We won't harm you."

Ganga: still sobbing, sitting on the floor "Why are you doing this to us? Please, just let us go."

Javed: sighing, kneeling down to her level "We don't want to hurt you, madam. But if you keep refusing our proposal, I can't guarantee the safety of your husband."

Ganga: shocked, abruptly stopping her sobbing, staring at Javed with anger "How dare you threaten my husband?"

Javed: giving her a slight smile "I'm just stating the reality, madam."

Javed reaches out, gently holding her shoulders, and stands her up.

Ganga: with a mix of anger and fear in her eyes "You're a monster."

Javed: softly, almost soothingly "Think of it as a small price to pay for his safety. Now, let's get this over with."

Ganga: clenching her fists, trying to control her rage "Fine. But remember, this will haunt you."

Javed: smiling, ignoring her threat "It’s just a kiss, madam. Then you can go to your husband. No more harm will come to either of you."

Ganga: taking a deep breath, preparing herself "Alright... just one kiss."

Javed: nods, stepping closer "Thank you, madam. It will be quick."

Javed leans in, ready to kiss her, while Ganga closes her eyes, bracing herself for the inevitable.

Ganga: clenching her whole body, pressing her back firmly against the wall, feeling the warmth of Javed's breath inching closer and closer to her lips

Her instincts kick in, and she pulls her lips tightly inside her mouth like a tortoise retreating into its shell.

Javed: pauses, noticing her resistance, his breath hot against her face "Madam, please... just relax. It's only a kiss."

Ganga: shaking her head slightly, her eyes squeezed shut, muttering through clenched lips "I can't... I can't do this."

Javed: with a frustrated sigh, stepping back slightly but still holding her shoulders "Madam, you have to understand. If you don't do this, your husband—"

Ganga: cutting him off, her voice trembling but firm "I'll do it. Just... give me a moment."

She takes a few deep breaths, trying to steady herself, but her body remains tense, her lips still pulled inward.

Javed: watching her struggle, his patience wearing thin "Come on, madam. It’s just a kiss. Then you can go back to him."

Ganga: slowly opening her eyes, looking at him with a mixture of fear and defiance "Fine. But if you ever touch me again... you'll regret it."

She reluctantly relaxes her lips, bracing herself for the kiss, as Javed moves in once more, their faces just inches apart.

Finally, Javed's dream came true. His lips touched hers, and he was overwhelmed by the softness and moisture of her lips. It was a stark contrast to the rough, chapped lips of the prostitutes he had kissed all his life. The moment felt surreal to him, almost like a forbidden fruit he had finally tasted.

Ganga: standing still, her body rigid, her eyes shut tightly, a tear slipping down her cheek

Javed: lost in the sensation, his hands trembling slightly on her shoulders "So soft... so different..."

Ganga's lips had a delicate, velvety texture, and they felt almost like silk against his own.

The warmth of her lips spread through him, sending shivers down his spine. For a moment, he was lost in the softness, savouring the rare and exquisite feeling. The gentle pressure of her lips, although reluctant and forced, was enough to make Javed feel a sense of triumph and satisfaction he had never known.

Javed's thoughts were a whirlwind. He could hardly believe the reality of the situation. Here he was, kissing a woman of such beauty and grace, someone he had always considered far beyond his reach. It was a dream come true, an intoxicating mix of power and forbidden pleasure. The taste of her lips was faintly sweet, making the moment all the more surreal and unforgettable for him.

Despite Ganga's reluctance and the tears that marked her cheeks, Javed was consumed by the experience, every nerve in his body electrified by the softness and warmth of her kiss.

Javed's moment of happiness was fleeting. As soon as Ganga pulled her lips back inside her mouth, a wave of disappointment washed over him. The sudden withdrawal felt like a cruel joke, like a child having his favourite chocolate snatched away just as he was about to savor it. He had barely tasted the softness and sweetness of her lips before they were gone, replaced by the firm line of her closed mouth.

Javed's frustration boiled over as he pinned Ganga against the wall, his grip tightening on her face. With a desperate intensity, he tried to force her lips out of hiding, as if by sheer willpower he could coax them back into the open. Like a child throwing a tantrum, he sucked on her mouth with an almost aggressive fervour, hoping that her lips would emerge once more.

Ganga's struggles only seemed to fuel Javed's determination, her resistance stoking the fire of his frustration. But no matter how hard he tried, her lips remained stubbornly concealed, denying him the taste of their sweetness once again. In his desperation, his actions became rougher, more insistent, as if he could force her compliance through sheer force.

Ganga persisted, keeping her mouth tightly shut and her lips sealed inside. Javed tried his best to make her lips come out, but she resisted with all her strength. Frustrated and realizing he couldn't force her lips out, Javed finally gave up. He stepped back, breathing heavily, and looked at Ganga with a mix of anger and disappointment. Ganga remained pressed against the wall, her body trembling, but her resolve unbroken. She stared back at Javed, tears streaming down her face but with a look of defiance in her eyes.

Javed, seething with anger, sneered, "Okay, madam, you want to play games? Let's play a game." Ganga, confused and frightened, wondered what he meant. Javed continued, "Chacha, bring her husband upstairs."

Chacha looked at Javed with a puzzled expression, unsure of what was happening. Javed explained, "Next time, if madam resists the kiss, we shall throw her husband down from the second floor. Let's see how her husband resists us." He laughed menacingly.

Ganga's heart raced as she saw Chacha move toward the door. The thought of Srinu being thrown down from such a height filled her with dread. She cried out, "No, please, don't hurt him! I'll... I'll do what you want."

Javed's laughter echoed in the room as he watched her break. "Good choice, madam. Now, let's try this again." He approached her once more, his intentions clear.

Ganga felt trapped, knowing she had no choice if she wanted to protect Srinu. Her mind raced with fear and desperation as Javed's shadow loomed over her.

Javed and Ganga's lips met again. This time, Ganga didn't pull her lips back but let Javed kiss her. Javed, with renewed energy, started kissing her fervently. His hands roamed her back, holding her firmly against the wall.

Ganga stood there, frozen, her mind screaming in despair, but she forced herself to remain still. Javed's kiss was rough and greedy, a stark contrast to the soft, tender kisses she had shared with Srinu. She tried to think of anything else, to dissociate from the horrifying reality.

As Javed's kiss grew more passionate, Ganga's tears continued to flow, each drop a testament to her inner turmoil. She felt utterly powerless, doing the only thing she could to keep her husband safe. The taste of Javed's breath, the feeling of his lips, it was all something she wanted to forget forever.

Javed's lips pressed roughly against Ganga's, his breath hot and insistent. His kiss was forceful, almost punishing, as if he was trying to claim her through sheer aggression. His hands gripped her shoulders tightly, pinning her against the wall, making escape impossible.

At first, Ganga stood rigid, her entire body tense with resistance. She tried to pull her mind away from the situation, to think of anything but the man forcing himself upon her. Her lips stayed tight, unyielding against his assault.

But then, something changed. Perhaps it was the sheer length of the kiss, or maybe it was her body's instinctive reaction to prolonged contact, but slowly, Javed's kiss softened. His grip on her shoulders eased, and his lips became gentler, more exploratory. He tasted her lips slowly, savouring the softness he had so longed for.

Ganga's resistance began to waver. She could feel her control slipping, her body's natural response starting to take over. The tears still flowed, but her lips began to part slightly, just enough to let him deepen the kiss. It was a betrayal by her own body, a response she couldn't fully control.

Javed sensed the change and softened his kiss even more, coaxing her with gentle caresses. He moved his hands to cup her face tenderly, his thumbs brushing away her tears. The kiss became slow and lingering, filled with a twisted parody of tenderness.

Ganga's initial reluctance began to melt away. Despite the horror and revulsion, she couldn't stop the small, involuntary responses her body made to the softer touch. Her lips moved slightly against his, not in desire, but in a tragic surrender to the situation she was trapped in.

For Javed, this was a triumph. He felt her slight yielding and took it as a sign of victory, deepening the kiss further, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and satisfaction. For Ganga, it was a moment of profound despair, each second an eternity as she tried to hold onto whatever shred of herself, she could in the midst of the violation.

As Javed’s kiss continued, Ganga’s mind whirled in a storm of emotions and memories. She couldn't believe what was happening, the sheer wrongness of it all overwhelming her. Here she was, her lips pressed against a stranger's, a man who had violated her space and her dignity. The reality of the moment felt surreal, like a nightmare she couldn’t wake from.

Her thoughts desperately sought refuge in the past, trying to anchor her in a time when she felt safe and loved. She remembered her first kiss with Srinu. It had been on their wedding night, a moment filled with tenderness and love. Srinu had been so gentle, his lips soft and respectful, filled with a promise of a lifetime of love and care.

The memory of that first kiss was starkly different from the harsh reality she was facing now. She remembered the way Srinu had looked at her, his eyes filled with adoration, making her feel cherished and treasured. The warmth of his embrace, the gentle way he had cupped her face, and the softness of his kiss—all these memories flooded her mind, providing a sharp contrast to Javed’s rough and insistent kiss.The more she thought about Srinu, the more her heart ached. How could this be happening? How could she be kissing another man, a stranger who had nothing but ill intentions? The guilt and shame washed over her, mingling with the helplessness she felt. Her mind screamed in protest, but her body was trapped, forced into submission.
With each second that passed, Ganga tried to hold onto the memory of Srinu’s kiss, using it as a shield against the violation she was enduring. She remembered how safe she had felt in Srinu’s arms, the love that had enveloped her. It was this memory that gave her the strength to endure, to survive this moment of horror.

Even as her body betrayed her with involuntary responses, her mind clung to Srinu, to the love they shared. The contrast between her past and present was a torment, but it was also a source of resilience. She knew she had to survive this, to get back to Srinu, to find a way to make sense of the madness that had engulfed her life.

The kiss, though physically present, became a background to the vivid memories of Srinu. It was a desperate attempt to escape, if only in her mind, from the nightmare she was living.
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