Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

The Twisted Mind

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Chodo muje.[Fuck me]"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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