What your husband is doing" ani wife colleague oka male nunchi.

[RoyalQ]

1 hour ago, kevinUsa said:

Thursday – The Longest Day

Morning 5:30 ki already eyes open. Sleep ledu, body tired but brain spinning. Motel ceiling stare chestu hours pass ayyayi. Phone side lo undhi, camera feed kuda off chesesa — already chusina truth replay avtundi mind lo again and again.

Wife cuddling with Alex… “Midwest boring” ani casual ga cheppadam… “Married for stability” ani laughing. Those lines knife laaga repeat avtunnayi.

6:30 ki phone buzz — wife message: “Good morning hubby ❤️ miss you already. Have a great day.”
Screen lo chusi nenu laugh chesa… bitter laugh. Same mouth Alex ki “missed you” ani cheppindi yesterday night. Now same line naku text lo. Double life, double lies.

Nenu reply calm ga: “Good morning ❤️ miss you too. Work is crazy.” Fingers shake chesayi typing, but message tone normal husband laga pettesa. Act continue cheyyadam kuda torture laga feel ayindhi.

Morning routine lo nenu proof secure chesa. Motel desk meeda camera SD card remove chesi, laptop ki connect chesa. Videos copy chesi multiple pen drives lo save chesa. Oka drive bag lo, oka drive motel safe lo, maroka drive pocket lo. Redundancy — because truth once collect chesaka lose kuda kakudadhu.

Day motham slow ga drag ayyindhi. Coffee sip chesina taste bland. Food order chesina stomach accept cheyyaledu. Only water.

Afternoon wife nunchi marokati text ochindhi: “How’s your day?”
Nenu reply short: “Busy, nonstop calls.” She reply heart emoji. Lies, fake affection, emojis — screen lo parade avtayi.

Inside nenu numb. Emotions kuda freeze ayipoyayi. Anger previous night peak lo unde, now ice laaga calm. More dangerous calm.

Evening motel window daggara stand chesa. Sunset lo cars drive chestunnayi, people normal life lo enjoy chestunnaru. Nenu matram proof lo drown avthunnanu. Na life lo storm, but bayata world calm. That contrast heavy ga hit chesindhi.

Night ki nenu plan final chesa: tomorrow strike. Anonymous email pampali. Wife mask tear cheyyali. Truth hidden lekapovadam ela untundo taste cheppali.

Bed lo padukoni midnight varaku flip avtunna. Phone silent chesa. But brain lo one loop repeat: “Tomorrow the war begins.”

copies court lo accept cheyaru evidence la… cinema lu chudatledhenti 

[Thokkalee]

9 minutes ago, Konebhar6 said:

Next …

Naa wife meeda elagaina revenge teeskovalani Alex ni kidnap chesi, LLMs use chesi, dark web lo chex marpidiki kavalsinavanni koni, Alex ni Olivia la marchesa. Ee process lo nenu Olivia tho love lo padipoyaa. 

Olivia velli naa wife ki mottam cheppindi. She also fell in love with me. I got my revenge on my wife. Alex (now Olivia ) is happy with me.

Story lo ni fantasies mix cheyyaku… California vallaki ee Trans fantasy entoo ardham kaadu 🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️

Kavali ante nuv separate story raasko 

[RoyalQ]

1 hour ago, kevinUsa said:

Friday – Anonymous Email

Morning start ayyaka nenu mind lo one clarity — “Today I will strike.”

Proof already pen drive lo safe. Motel table meeda drive padipoyindhi, small silver piece but weight like 100 kilos. Nenu oka decision tiskoni ready ayya.

First, routine act continue chesa. Wife ki casual text pampesa: “Miss you already. Work crazy?” Within 2 mins, reply vastundhi: heart emojis, “Yes baby, miss you too.” Naku phone screen lo those red hearts eyes lo daggara explode ayya. Behind those hearts, night lo Alex tho laughing, cuddling, intimate moments. That contrast cut deeper than knife.

Day lo work kuda pretend chesa — but motham focus café Wi-Fi plan meeda. Evening 6 PM ki nenu local coffee shop ki vellesa. Dark corner lo seat teesesa, hoodie up pettukoni laptop open chesa.

Anonymous email account already create chesa. No name, no trace. Subject simple ga pettesa: “Our home?”. Inside body lo one line: “Secrets don’t hide forever.” Attachment lo 2-minute video clip. Clear ga Alex entry, kiss, their conversation “Husband gone?” ani. Enough to shake her entire mask.

Send button press chesa. Heart beat race ayindhi, like marathon start. Immediately phone silent pettesa, but within 5 minutes, wife phone buzzing start ayindhi. Multiple calls back to back. Screen lo “Incoming call – Wife” flash avtundi. Nenu ignore.

Then texts flood:
– “Who is this??”
– “Why are you sending me this??”
– “What do you want??”
– “Please reply!!”

Typing style lo panic clear ga kanipinchindhi. Words rushed, no punctuation. Calls continue, then WhatsApp, then Teams ping kuda try chesindhi.

Nenu silent ga remain ayya. Coffee sip chestu screen blank ga chustunna. Silence itself punishment anta. She didn’t know who exposed, how much I knew, what my next move would be. That fear itself was my first strike.

Night motham motel lo nenu phone silent mode lo unchesa. Screen motham flashing lights tho full ga vibrate ayindhi. But not a single reply from my side.

“Nenu silent ga remain ayya” - evadayya script writer

[RoyalQ]

15 minutes ago, Konebhar6 said:

Next …

Naa wife meeda elagaina revenge teeskovalani Alex ni kidnap chesi, LLMs use chesi, dark web lo chex marpidiki kavalsinavanni koni, Alex ni Olivia la marchesa. Ee process lo nenu Olivia tho love lo padipoyaa. 

Olivia velli naa wife ki mottam cheppindi. She also fell in love with me. I got my revenge on my wife. Alex (now Olivia ) is happy with me.

so nee target Alex annamata …

 

[Konebhar6]

7 minutes ago, Thokkalee said:

Story lo ni fantasies mix cheyyaku… California vallaki ee Trans fantasy entoo ardham kaadu 🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️

Kavali ante nuv separate story raasko 

[The_Mentalist]

1 hour ago, kevinUsa said:

Friday – Anonymous Email

Morning start ayyaka nenu mind lo one clarity — “Today I will strike.”

Proof already pen drive lo safe. Motel table meeda drive padipoyindhi, small silver piece but weight like 100 kilos. Nenu oka decision tiskoni ready ayya.

First, routine act continue chesa. Wife ki casual text pampesa: “Miss you already. Work crazy?” Within 2 mins, reply vastundhi: heart emojis, “Yes baby, miss you too.” Naku phone screen lo those red hearts eyes lo daggara explode ayya. Behind those hearts, night lo Alex tho laughing, cuddling, intimate moments. That contrast cut deeper than knife.

Day lo work kuda pretend chesa — but motham focus café Wi-Fi plan meeda. Evening 6 PM ki nenu local coffee shop ki vellesa. Dark corner lo seat teesesa, hoodie up pettukoni laptop open chesa.

Anonymous email account already create chesa. No name, no trace. Subject simple ga pettesa: “Our home?”. Inside body lo one line: “Secrets don’t hide forever.” Attachment lo 2-minute video clip. Clear ga Alex entry, kiss, their conversation “Husband gone?” ani. Enough to shake her entire mask.

Send button press chesa. Heart beat race ayindhi, like marathon start. Immediately phone silent pettesa, but within 5 minutes, wife phone buzzing start ayindhi. Multiple calls back to back. Screen lo “Incoming call – Wife” flash avtundi. Nenu ignore.

Then texts flood:
– “Who is this??”
– “Why are you sending me this??”
– “What do you want??”
– “Please reply!!”

Typing style lo panic clear ga kanipinchindhi. Words rushed, no punctuation. Calls continue, then WhatsApp, then Teams ping kuda try chesindhi.

Nenu silent ga remain ayya. Coffee sip chestu screen blank ga chustunna. Silence itself punishment anta. She didn’t know who exposed, how much I knew, what my next move would be. That fear itself was my first strike.

Night motham motel lo nenu phone silent mode lo unchesa. Screen motham flashing lights tho full ga vibrate ayindhi. But not a single reply from my side.

Ante ippud ah video chusina wife ki

nu intlo ekkada cam pettinavo thelusthadhi

Main character gadi lav da lo naration laga ah Alex gadu kuda(wife Alex ki chepthe)

this cam was bought in bestbuy, machineID chusthe ee yr ye purchase chesaru anukunta, definitely near by store bestbuy odiki paisal ichina

vadu purchase chesinodi peru chepparu, its Ur hubby. 
appudu wife em cheskuntavo chesko ah videos tho 10ngey antadhi(email lo reply)

[psycopk]

9 minutes ago, RoyalQ said:

“Nenu silent ga remain ayya” - evadayya script writer

Story screenplay director actor pimp husband lover ani babe @DallasKarreBalu https://www.instagram.com/reel/DPOa_z_iB54/?igsh=MTdyc2M2NGUzZ3YwNQ==

[RoyalQ]

13 minutes ago, JiOne said:

First part is written by a person and second half continuation by chatgpt

chatgpt ni ila kuda vaaduthunnara

[Thokkalee]

6 minutes ago, The_Mentalist said:

Ante ippud ah video chusina wife ki

nu intlo ekkada cam pettinavo thelusthadhi

Main character gadi lav da lo naration laga ah Alex gadu kuda(wife Alex ki chepthe)

this cam was bought in bestbuy, machineID chusthe ee yr ye purchase chesaru anukunta, definitely near by store bestbuy odiki paisal ichina

vadu purchase chesinodi peru chepparu, its Ur hubby. 
appudu wife em cheskuntavo chesko ah videos tho 10ngey antadhi(email lo reply)

[saravamnene]

enduku ee window size or car tire size details

we want this 

"night 11 PM ki secret cam lo chuste ... wife and alex in one bed ... chaala kasi ga eskuntunnaru .. naato eppudu anta passionate ga cheyyaledu.. naalo lenidi vaadilo unnadi enta ani okate feeling.. 2 hour ayyindi.. gap icchi malli esadu..this time doggy style..then 69.."

ilanti masala unte cheppu

[Chandan11]

manchi writer vunnadu brother neelo.. keep it up

[kevinUsa]

42 minutes ago, saravamnene said:

enduku ee window size or car tire size details

we want this 

"night 11 PM ki secret cam lo chuste ... wife and alex in one bed ... chaala kasi ga eskuntunnaru .. naato eppudu anta passionate ga cheyyaledu.. naalo lenidi vaadilo unnadi enta ani okate feeling.. 2 hour ayyindi.. gap icchi malli esadu..this time doggy style..then 69.."

ilanti masala unte cheppu

repu rewrite chesta 

[saravamnene]

36 minutes ago, kevinUsa said:

repu rewrite chesta 

rewrite endira..real story aa chatgpt lo lepi mingava

[kevinUsa]

7 minutes ago, saravamnene said:

rewrite endira..real story aa chatgpt lo lepi mingava

real plus added masala 

[FrustratedVuncle]

5 hours ago, kevinUsa said:

Monday Morning
Morning 7:30 ki nenu already car lo kurchoni watch chestunna. Coffee machine smell apartments nunchi vachindhi. Street calm ga undhi, konni people jog chestunnaru, couple of kids bus stop daggara stand chesaru. Nenu binoculars ready ga hold chestu untanu, heart fast ga beat avutundi.

8 AM sharp ga door open ayindhi. Wife door nunchi bayataki vachindhi. Same everyday routine look — formal office wear, light makeup, hair still damp ga untadi like just shower finish chesindi. Hand lo Starbucks cup laanti coffee cup, bag shoulder lo. She locked door confidently, car ki walk chesindi.

Na heart lo mixed emotions — part of me feel relieved: maybe she is just here alone, nothing else. But part of me restless: why this building? Why this address repeatedly Google Maps lo?

She car start chesi drive ayindhi towards office side. Nenu silent ga car follow cheyyaledu, distance maintain chesa. But confirm — yes, office ki vellindhi. Routine laaga kanipinchindhi. But mind lo doubt still undhi.

Evening ki return confirm cheyyali ani decide chesa. Day motham motel lo kurchoni restless ga wait chesa. Laptop open chesi work attempt chesa, but lines read chesina kuda mind elsewhere. Clock slow ga move avutundi.

Evening 6 ki exact ga, same car building ki return ayindhi. Parking lo car park chesi, takeout bags hand lo carry chesindi — looks like dinner food. She unlocked door, inside vellindhi. Na heart beat fast — tension peak.

10 mins later, maroka car ochindhi. Dark sedan, music slightly playing inside. Guy get out chesadu. Tall, well-built, gym bag shoulder lo, casual clothes. Hair slick back, confident body language. He didn’t buzz apartment security like outsider. Instead, straight ga door open chesa with key. Door close ayyaka, silence street lo.

Naku stomach twist ayindhi. That second lo clear — he belongs there. Not a visitor, not a colleague dropping off. Key ante… share chesthunadu ane meaning.

Motel ki tirigi drive chestu mind blank. Steering wheel grip tight chesa, knuckles white ayayi. Na chest lo one heavy feeling — anni confirm ayina first sign idi ani.

Anna 3 pages opikaga chadiva still no machala. Writer ni marchu anna, em explain cheyalo telika pichikari chesi 10gadu story mottam.