Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

Sundari

Srinu woke up to the soft light of dawn streaming through the curtains. The room was quiet—too quiet. He instinctively reached out to his side, expecting to feel Ganga beside him, but his hand met only the cold, empty bedsheet. Startled, he sat up, his mind racing.

His heart began to pound as the memories of the previous night came rushing back like a flood. The images of Ganga, Javed, and Chacha from the video flashed vividly in his mind, each frame cutting through him like a knife. He closed his eyes tightly, hoping, praying that it was all just a horrific nightmare.

Srinu ( thinking): "Please… let it be a bad dream. Let everything go back to normal."

But as he opened his eyes again, the cruel truth settled over him like a heavy shroud. It wasn’t a nightmare. It was real. The video, the diary, Ganga’s confessions—it was all the devastating truth.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his hands gripping the sides of the mattress as he tried to steady his breathing. He needed answers. He needed to know what happened next, what more Ganga had written in her diary.

Srinu glanced around the bedroom. Ganga was nowhere to be seen. His ears strained to pick up any sound from the rest of the house. The faint clatter of dishes from the kitchen confirmed her whereabouts. She was busy preparing breakfast.

Srinu ( thinking): "This is my chance. She’s occupied… I can read more of the diary without her noticing."

Carefully, he rose from the bed, making sure not to make any noise. His eyes darted to the closed bedroom door. Moving quickly but silently, he grabbed his phone from the bedside table and slipped into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

The small bathroom felt suffocating, the air heavy with moisture from the morning’s earlier shower. Srinu leaned against the sink, unlocking his phone with trembling fingers. Navigating to the gallery, he found the folder where he had saved the pictures of Ganga’s diary.

He hesitated for a moment, his thumb hovering over the first image. A part of him wanted to stop, to turn back before he delved deeper into the abyss of betrayal. But the need for answers, the burning curiosity to know the full story, overpowered his hesitation.

"The darkest night of my life finally ended, giving way to a new dawn," Ganga wrote in her diary. "I didn’t even realize it was morning until your mother gently touched my shoulder and told me to freshen up. I had been sitting beside your hospital bed the entire night, unable to sleep. My thoughts wouldn’t leave me alone. I kept replaying the choices I made and wondering how I could have done things differently. If only I had made better decisions, maybe you wouldn’t be lying there like this."

"After your mother’s suggestion, I went to the bathroom to wash my face. When I looked in the mirror, I couldn’t recognize the person staring back at me. My hair was messy, my face looked hollow, and my clothes… my clothes were dirty. Not just from the dust and grime of last night but from everything I had done… everything with Javed and Chacha."

Srinu paused as he read that line, his teeth clenched.

Srinu ( thinking): "Now she hesitates to write the truth. Why doesn’t she just admit it? She fucked them, and she knows it!"

He took a deep breath and continued reading.

"When I came out of the bathroom, your parents were waiting for me. They insisted that I go home, take a proper bath, and change my clothes. Your father said I needed to rest and freshen up because I looked exhausted. Your mother reassured me that they would take care of you until I returned and suggested that I bring lunch for everyone when I came back. I agreed. Preparing lunch seemed like the least I could do for them after everything they had endured because of me."

"I glanced at the wall clock. It was already 9:00 AM. Time had passed so quickly, yet the night had felt like it would never end."

"Just as I was about to leave the hospital room, the door opened, and two people walked in. At first, your parents and I were surprised by their sudden appearance. They were wearing security officer uniforms—one was a tall man with a stern expression, and the other was a woman who carried herself with quiet confidence. She looked like a sanskari woman, likely married, as she wore sindhur on her forehead."

"The male officer introduced himself as Sub-Inspector Vinod, and the woman as Lady Head Constable Sundari.

Your father greeted them politely and asked about the purpose of their visit. Sub-Inspector Vinod explained that they were there to follow up on the incident from the previous night."

"I couldn’t help but interject, pointing out that the security officer had already conducted an investigation at the scene. Vinod, however, clarified that while initial inquiries had been made, their visit was part of a formal procedure. He said they needed to file an FIR and continue the investigation, which required speaking with the primary witness. That witness… was me."

"Vinod turned to Sundari and instructed her to escort me to another room for questioning. I followed Sundari down the corridor, my heart pounding with anxiety. She led me into a small, dimly lit room with a single table and a few mismatched chairs scattered around. The air felt heavy, almost suffocating, as though the walls themselves were closing in on me."

"Sundari gestured for me to sit down, and I did so, nervously clasping my hands together in my lap. Vinod entered the room behind us, carrying a file. He explained that, as per protocol, Sundari would lead the questioning since I was a female witness. He handed her the file and took a seat opposite me at the table."

"Sundari opened the file and began flipping through its contents. The sound of the rustling papers filled the room, and I couldn’t stop my mind from racing. What were they going to ask me? Would they find out about… everything? My chest tightened with fear, and I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead."

"Sundari eventually broke the silence, her voice calm but firm. She assured me that the questioning was routine and asked me to cooperate by answering honestly. I nodded, even though every fiber of my being wanted to run out of that room and never look back."

Srinu stopped reading for a moment, his hands trembling slightly. He could almost feel Ganga’s fear and guilt radiating from the words on the page. But instead of softening his anger, it only fueled his desire for the truth.

Srinu ( thinking): "So, they questioned her that morning. Did she tell them everything? Did she lie? I need to know exactly what she said to them."

He scrolled to the next image of the diary, ready to uncover the rest of the interrogation.

"Sundari’s sharp eyes scanned the file before her, her voice calm yet piercing as she asked me about the details written in the FIR. Her words cut through the silence like a knife.

‘Madam, according to the FIR, the movie started at 8:00 PM and ended at 11:00 PM. Is that correct?’

I nodded, my voice steady as I replied, ‘Yes, that’s correct.’

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze now fixed on me, and continued, ‘Okay, madam. Your attackers, Javed and Chacha, did they attend the movie as well?’

Her question sent a chill down my spine, but I forced myself to remain calm. I nodded again, this time adding softly, ‘Yes, they had come to watch the movie.’

Sundari leaned forward, her tone growing more inquisitive. ‘Oh, I see. Did you notice any odd behavior from them during the movie?’

Something in her tone made me wary. My instincts screamed at me to play innocent, to wear the mask of a helpless victim. This wasn’t like me—I was always honest, even brutally so. But in that moment, my inner voice urged me to misguide her, to protect myself.

Feigning confusion, I asked her, ‘What do you mean by odd behavior?’

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she clarified, ‘By odd behavior, I mean… did they act suspicious? Such as following you or trying to approach you?’

Her words triggered a flood of memories I had been trying to suppress—the deliberate touches from Javed during the movie, the sickening encounter in the ladies’ bathroom, and the overwhelming fear that had consumed me. My emotions began to surface, threatening to betray me, but I pushed them down, hard. My instincts once again took control, and I decided not to tell her the truth—or at least, not the complete truth.

I shook my head and replied, ‘Oh, no. I didn’t find anything odd about them. They were sitting in our row and made a lot of noise during the movie, but nothing abnormal.’

Sundari’s eyes lingered on me for a moment, as if trying to read between the lines. Then, she glanced back at the file in her hands. After a brief pause, she asked, ‘At the end of the movie, you and your husband went to the parking lot, right?’

I nodded again. ‘Yes.’

She continued, her voice growing more pointed, ‘At 11:15 PM, in the parking lot, Javed and Chacha attacked you and your husband. Correct?’

I swallowed hard and replied, ‘Yes, that’s correct.’

Her pen hovered over the page as she looked up at me. ‘Can you please explain how the attack happened?’

I took a deep breath, letting my voice tremble slightly as I began to speak. ‘Srinu and I went to our bike. Srinu climbed on and was about to start it, but before he could, they suddenly attacked us from behind. They hit Srinu on the head with an iron rod. Before I could help him, he fell unconscious on the ground.’

As I said those words, a wave of guilt washed over me. My instincts urged me to act like a victim, to use this moment to gain sympathy. I hesitated for a second, but then, as if on autopilot, I let out a small gasp and clutched my chest, pretending to be overcome with pain at the memory of Srinu being hurt.

Sundari noticed my act and immediately placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. ‘Take your time, madam,’ she said gently. Her gesture only deepened my guilt, but I knew I had to maintain the facade.

After a few moments, she asked, ‘Did they attack you as well?’

I nodded and replied, ‘Yes. They forcefully subdued me to stop me from helping Srinu or running away to get help.’

Sundari flipped through the file and then asked, ‘According to this file, they took you and your husband to an under-construction building. Is that correct?’

I confirmed, ‘Yes, it was an under-construction building beside the theatre.’

Her pen scratched against the paper as she noted down my response. Then she looked up and asked, ‘What happened inside the building?’

I hesitated, my heart pounding. This was the moment of truth—or rather, the moment for another carefully crafted lie. I lowered my gaze and spoke slowly. ‘They forcefully dragged us to the ground floor of the building. They left Srinu unconscious on the floor. Then Chacha took Srinu’s wallet, and Javed… he forcefully took all my jewelry and my phone. After that, they both escaped from the building.’

As I spoke those words, I felt a deep sense of disgust with myself. I knew I wasn’t telling the full story. I wasn’t telling them how Javed and Chacha had tricked me, coerced me, and ultimately violated me in ways I couldn’t even bring myself to write about in this diary. But I also knew why I was doing this—I wanted to protect my dignity, to shield myself from the judgment of Srinu’s parents and society. The thought of everyone knowing the truth was too much to bear.

Sundari abruptly interrupted my thoughts. ‘Hold on a minute,’ she said, her tone sharp. ‘According to this file, Javed and Chacha took you into the building at 11:25 PM, and they escaped around 12:00 AM. Did it really take them 30 minutes to steal your belongings?’

Her question caught me off guard. I quickly cleared my throat, feeling a slight stutter creep into my voice as I replied, ‘Yes… it took time because they forced me to tell them our phone passwords for UPI and the PINs for our credit and debit cards. But I resisted. Eventually, they gave up and just took the money from the wallet and my jewelry before escaping.’

Sundari’s eyes remained fixed on me for a few seconds longer, and I could feel the weight of her suspicion. But she said nothing more and simply jotted down my response.

As I sit here now, writing about this moment, I can’t help but feel the crushing weight of my actions. I lied. I acted. I played the victim. And while I thought it was to protect myself, deep down, I wonder if I’ve only dug myself deeper into a hole I’ll never escape."

Sundari and Vinod exchanged glances after hearing my answer. I could feel the weight of their suspicion, and it made my chest tighten. Sundari turned to me, her tone direct but not unkind, and asked, “Did they not try to sexually assault you?”

The boldness of her question caught me off guard. I stammered, “What do you mean?”

She tilted her head slightly, studying me as though she already knew the answer. “I understand this might make you uncomfortable, but in our experience, women attacked by men in such situations often endure... more than just theft. It’s rare for them to walk away without harm.”

Her bluntness struck me again, and I found myself momentarily speechless. There was even a flicker of intensity in her eyes, as though she was deliberately trying to test my resolve. My mind raced. I couldn’t afford for them—or anyone else—to know the full truth. The consequences of that night still loomed like a dark cloud. What if my parents found out? Worse, what if you—my husband—discovered everything? I wasn’t ready to face the fallout. Not now, not ever.

But lying outright would make them more suspicious. I chose a middle ground. “Yes,” I said quietly. “They tried to force themselves on me, but I fought them off.”

Sundari raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “I see. So they tried to overpower you, and when you resisted, they settled for stealing your belongings?”

“Yes,” I nodded, trying to sound resolute.

Sundari and Vinod exchanged another glance, and this time I caught the faint shadow of doubt in their expressions. Sundari turned back to me, her eyes sharp and probing. “You said they used force. Were you injured in the process?”

I hesitated. I couldn’t deny it outright, but admitting too much would open a door I wasn’t ready to walk through. Finally, I murmured, “Yes... I got hurt while fighting back.”

Sundari stepped closer, her tone firm but professional. “If they injured you, we’ll need to document the details. It’s crucial for the case. Injuries can substantiate the charge of attempted bang.”

My stomach churned. “Now?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” she said. “I need to examine where you were hurt.” She motioned for me to stand. My hands trembled as I rose from the chair.

Her gaze didn’t waver. “Madam, I’ll need you to remove your saree. We have to inspect any visible injuries to include them in the report.”

I stared at her, my mind reeling. Remove my saree? In front of both of them? My eyes darted toward Vinod, who sat silently, his face unreadable. Sundari noticed my hesitation. “Don’t worry,” she said, her tone neutral but commanding. “He’s an officer too, and it’s standard procedure for him to be present.”

Left with no other option, I reluctantly reached for my pallu. My hands trembled as I let the fabric slip from my shoulder, revealing what I had forgotten in the chaos of that night—the bite marks left by Javed and Chacha. They were scattered across my skin, their pinkish-red hue unmistakable. I felt utterly exposed, vulnerable.

Both Sundari and Vinod stared, their eyes widening in shock. Sundari’s gaze lingered, and a sly, almost mischievous smile curved her lips. “That’s a lot of hickeys,” she remarked, her tone playful yet loaded with implication. “Are you sure nothing happened between you and them?”

I struggled to find words, my head lowering in embarrassment. “Yes... nothing happened,” I murmured, the lie feeling flimsy even as I said it. “They just stole our belongings and left.”

The room felt suffocating as Sundari and Vinod exchanged another glance. Sundari’s smirk deepened, while Vinod barely suppressed a chuckle, covering his mouth with his hand. Their reactions made my face burn with humiliation. It felt as though they already knew the truth, as if my body had betrayed my carefully crafted story.

Reading this, Srinu felt a wave of disgust wash over him. Ganga, his wife, standing there under the scrutiny of two strangers, trying to shield herself with lies that her own body contradicted. In his mind, she was nothing more than a shameless woman, degraded to the level of a street whore.

Breaking the silence, Sundari stepped closer. Her voice softened, but her actions were anything but professional. “Let me take a closer look,” she said, She leaned in, her breath warm on my face as she studied a bite mark on my shoulder. Her face was so close to mine that I could feel the intimacy of her proximity. Then, without any hesitation, her hand trailed downward her fingers lightly brushing against the curve of my breast, where the saree had fallen away. My ample cleavage was already exposed, and her touch sent a jolt of shock through me. She started lightly massaging my breasts as though inspecting them. Her eyes flicked between my gaze and the marks on my skin, a faint smile playing on her lips.

I stood frozen, my mind a whirl of confusion. Was this an interrogation or something entirely different? My discomfort deepened as she continued, her actions deliberate yet unspoken. My heart pounded as questions raced through my head. What was she doing? Why? How was I supposed to respond? And more importantly, Is she trying to Interrogate me or... seduce me?

Meanwhile, Srinu, reading this, found himself spiraling into a mix of emotions he couldn’t comprehend. Shock, anger, disgust—all mingled. Despite his anger and moral outrage, Srinu’s body betrays him. The description of Ganga being touched and inspected by another woman stirs an involuntary physical reaction. He felt a twitch in his penis. Against his will, his body betrayed him, and he felt himself getting hard.

I glanced over Sundari's shoulder, hoping her superior, Vinod, would notice her actions and intervene. But Sundari, ever clever, angled her body to shield her movements, ensuring Vinod couldn’t see a thing. Unfortunately, he seemed engrossed in his phone, oblivious to what was happening right under his nose.

Sundari’s fingers moved deftly, adjusting my blouse slightly, exposing more bite marks hidden beneath. Her eyes lit up with mischief as she took in the marks, a playful, almost predatory smile spreading across her face. Biting her lower lip, she leaned closer and whispered with a teasing edge, "Looks like we’ve found someone’s favorite spot."

Her words sent a jolt through me, and her gaze felt like it was piercing through every layer of my composure. Her hand moved deliberately, slipping slightly under my blouse, brushing against the sensitive curve of my breast. Her fingers pressed firmly, yet gently, as if testing the waters. Her warm breath grazed my skin as she leaned even closer and asked, her voice laced with mock curiosity, "So, whose favorite spot is this?"

I froze, her question echoing in my mind. My thoughts spiraled, involuntarily revisiting memories of Javed and Chacha. A part of me instinctively wanted to answer, but I pushed the thought down, forcing myself to remain silent. Yet, deep inside, I knew the answer—it was Chacha. It had to be him. He was the one who fucked me the most, after all. The realization made my heart race, but of course, I didn’t say this out loud.

Her other hand found its way to my belly, pressing and massaging in slow, deliberate circles. Her relentless touch sent tremors through my body and my toes curl, and my breath hitched as her hands explored me with an unnerving familiarity, making it nearly impossible to remain still. Her touch was relentless, and with every passing second, it became clear she wasn’t interrogating me—she was seducing me.

This realization flipped a switch inside me. My fear melted away, replaced by something I was too ashamed to admit—excitement.

I couldn’t help but think back to last night, to the mistake I had made with Javed and Chacha. I had promised myself to bear the weight of that mistake, even if it meant paying with my life. But now, Sundari’s touch was making me forget my guilt, making me crave the forbidden once more. I loathed myself for it, yet I couldn’t stop. My body betrayed me, leaning into her touch despite my better judgment. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensations, biting my lip to suppress the moan threatening to escape.

I’m so sorry, Srinu. I feel so disgusted with myself, but in that moment, I couldn’t stop.

But why? Why was she doing this?

Srinu’s head, on the other hand, was spinning. He couldn’t make sense of what he was reading. Why was Sundari, a security officer officer, behaving this way? And why was his wife—his ganga—allowing her? More than that, why was she enjoying it? Sundari seducing ganga, her body responded to the other woman’s touch, left him stunned. Yet, despite his confusion and anger, his body betrayed him. His cock was rock-hard now, straining against his clothes.

Suddenly, a loud voice broke through the tension. "Sundari, have you finished checking her injuries?" Vinod’s voice cut through the room like a blade, making me open my eyes abruptly. Sundari immediately pulled her hands away, straightening herself and turning to face him.

"Yes, sir," Sundari replied, her voice calm and professional, betraying none of what had just transpired. "I’ve finished inspecting her upper body. I’ll proceed to check her lower body now."

Vinod nodded absentmindedly, still focused on his phone. "Make it quick. We need to head back to the station soon."

I felt my stomach churn at her words. Inspect my lower body? Embarrassment flooded me at the thought of a strange woman examining my most private parts, especially with a man nearby. My hands instinctively clutched my saree tighter around me.

Sundari seemed to notice my discomfort. She turned to Vinod and said, "Sir, could you look away for a moment?"

Vinod glanced up briefly, then nodded. "Fine," he said, turning his back to us and resuming his phone call.

Sundari turned back to me, her tone softer but still commanding. "Madam, please lift your saree."

I hesitated, my hands trembling as I reached down to gather the fabric. Slowly, I lifted it, revealing my legs. Sundari knelt down, her eyes fixed on my bare skin, her hands gently tracing the contours of my thighs. Her touch was firm yet teasing, sending shivers through me.

"There are so many bite marks here too," she murmured, her fingers pressing into the soft flesh of my thighs. My knees felt weak, and I nodded, unable to speak, my teeth sinking deeper into my hand to suppress the moans building in my throat.

Her other hand slipped behind my legs, finding its way to my buttocks. She began kneading my ass cheeks, her fingers pressing and exploring with boldness. Then she slapped my butt, a sharp but teasing motion that sent a jolt through my body, her touch both invasive and strangely intoxicating.

With a sly smile, “Did they use only their mouths here,” she asked, her voice low and teasing, “or anything else as well?” Her eyes flicked toward my pussy, making her meaning unmistakable.

I met her gaze, and though I didn’t say a word, my expression answered her question. She knew the answer already.

She delivered one final slap to my butt, making me flinch. Then she stood up, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes never breaking contact with mine. As she rose, I instinctively let my saree fall back into place.

She leaned in close, her voice low and taunting. "It seems you lost the fight," she said, her words dripping with mockery. "All these marks—they’re proof of it."

Her words felt like a challenge to my dignity, igniting something inside me. I couldn’t let her have the last word. You know my personality Srinu I could not just lay down and let someone mock me or challenge me, Hearing her challenging tone my defense mechanism took over.

"You should have inspected their bodies too," I shot back, my voice steady despite the fire in my veins. "You’d find plenty of 'injuries' from last night." The meaning behind my words was clear—I had bitten them back passionately during sex with them.

Sundari’s eyes widened at my boldness, clearly caught off guard. It took her a moment to process the hidden meaning of my reply. When she finally understood, a cheeky smile spread across her face. “Are you saying that you also…”

She didn’t finish her sentence, but she didn’t need to. The sly smile forming on my lips was all the confirmation she needed.

Sundari tilted her head, her sharp gaze locking onto mine with a mischievous glint. “You’re not as innocent as you look, are you?” she teased, her voice low and sultry, dripping with challenge.

I don’t know how or why, but something in me shifted. Maybe it was the lingering heat of her touch or the audacity in her words, but I felt a boldness I hadn’t known before rise within me. My eyes met hers directly, refusing to back down. “Do you want to find out?” I shot back, my voice steady, daring.

Sundari’s eyes widened for a moment, clearly surprised, but before she could say anything, Vinod finished his call and turned toward us.

“Sundari, did you finish interrogating her?” he asked, his tone all business.

Sundari straightened, her demeanor switching instantly to professional. “Yes, sir, I’ve finished interrogating her,” she replied smoothly.

Vinod gave a curt nod. “Good. Now give her your visiting card,” he instructed.

“Okay, sir,” Sundari responded obediently. She began searching for the card.

Meanwhile, Vinod turned to me. His voice was calm but firm. “Madam, if you remember anything about Javed and Chacha or hear anything that could help with the investigation, please call Sundari immediately.”

I nodded, keeping my expression neutral.

Satisfied, Vinod turned back to Sundari. “After giving her your details, follow me. I’ll go check on Srinu and talk to his parents.”

“Okay, sir,” Sundari replied.

With that, Vinod left the room. Sundari continued digging through her bag, muttering something under her breath about misplaced cards. After a few moments, she finally pulled one out and handed it to me.

She leaned in close, her voice dropping into that teasing tone again. “Call me on this number if you see Javed and Chacha again. We can both fu…” She paused deliberately, her lips curling into a sly smile. “…fight them next time.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy with implication. Before I could respond, she winked at me and straightened as Vinod’s voice rang out from the corridor.

“Sundari, come here!”

“Coming, sir!” Sundari called back immediately. She turned and dashed out of the room, leaving me momentarily stunned.

I followed her slowly, heading back to the room where you had been admitted. By the time I entered, Vinod was speaking with the doctor, his tone serious.

“When will Mr. Srinu be able to talk to us?” he asked.

The doctor sighed, his face etched with concern. “I’m not sure. He might wake up today, or it could take several days, even months. The blow to his head was quite severe. I can’t give you an exact timeline.”

Hearing this, your parents’ faces fell, their worry deepening. My heart sank too, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on me.

Sundari moved closer, silently positioning herself beside me. I could feel her presence even without looking. She leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper as she pointed discreetly at the bite marks on my breasts.

“Don’t worry,” she murmured, her tone mockingly soft. “If anything happens to your husband, you won’t have to sleep alone for the rest of your life.”

Her words hit me like a slap. I was disgusted, shocked that she would say something so inappropriate. Was she trying to cheer me up? If so, she had a horrible sense of humor. I couldn’t respond. Your parents were standing nearby, and I didn’t want to risk drawing their attention.

After finishing his conversation with the doctor, Vinod turned to us and said his goodbyes. Your parents and I walked with them to the door to see them off. Vinod left first, his stride purposeful. Sundari followed, but just before stepping out, she turned back.

Her eyes met mine, and a playful, naughty smile spread across her lips. She held my gaze for a moment longer, then disappeared around the corner, leaving me standing there, unsure of what to think.

The chapter ended.

Srinu closed the phone, his mind spinning. He could barely process what he had just read. The confusion, the emotions, and the sheer boldness of the events described left him reeling.

But there was no denying his body’s reaction. He looked down at himself, shocked to realize he was hard—achingly so. He tried to calm himself, forcing his thoughts away from the vivid scenes playing in his mind.

Just then, a knock on the door startled him. He froze.

It was Ganga.​