Adultery ashwins adventure

[Astroboy11]

Hello Author. Any eta on when we can expect the next update?

[damien123456]

update continues:

                       As Pooja sat in the cabin with Amit, having just completed her interview, Amit was visibly impressed with her responses. “Well, Miss Pooja, I think you’re the one we want. Welcome to Fintegrity Audits,” he said, extending his hand. Pooja shook his hand in return and began preparing to leave the room with her file, but Amit stopped her. “Miss Pooja, please be seated while I ask Ashwin Sir to join us in the cabin.” Though Pooja seemed as if she wanted to say something, she remained silent. Amit then called Ashwin on his mobile. “Hello Sir, could you come to the cabin?” he asked, ending the call shortly thereafter. Within the next thirty seconds, the room was filled with Ashwin’s presence.

Ashwin quietly pulled a chair and sat beside Pooja, close enough for his presence to feel reassuring, yet composed as always. A faint smile rested on his lips as he glanced at her, then shifted his attention to Amit.

Ashwin: So, Pooja… tell me—did he manage to survive your answers? Or did you completely put him on the spot?  he let out a soft chuckle, then looked at Amit
From what I see, Amit sir… I think you’re the one who survived. Amit smiled, but there was a depth in his expression—something that carried both admiration and a quiet acknowledgment of Ashwin.

Amit: Survived? I’d say I was genuinely impressed.  he turned toward Pooja, nodding slightly, She reflects your standards, Ashwin. Your recommendation… it wasn’t just a formality. It carried weight.
Pooja stood there holding her file close to her chest, her fingers gripping it a little tighter than usual. Her eyes moved slowly from Amit to Ashwin, confusion beginning to mix with curiosity. Amit leaned forward slightly, his tone shifting—more serious now, more intentional. Pooja… I don’t think you understand something. brief pause, then a glance at Ashwin, I’ve known him for years. And in all that time… he has never recommended anyone. Not once.

The air seemed to grow still.

Amit: No matter how capable they were, no matter the situation—he simply doesn’t put his name behind someone. he looked directly at her, But for you… he did. You are the first.

Pooja’s grip on her file tightened unconsciously. Her eyes widened, slowly turning toward Ashwin. There was disbelief at first… then something softer, something deeper beginning to form.

Ashwin exhaled lightly, almost as if he didn’t want the moment to become too heavy. He gave a small shake of his head.

Ashwin: Amit sir tends to make things sound bigger than they are. he looked at Pooja, his voice calm but sincere “I just don’t like giving recommendations unless I’m absolutely sure about someone.” For a brief second, he held her gaze—steady, unwavering.

Ashwin: And in your case… I was sure.
That simple line lingered.
Pooja didn’t speak. She just looked at him—really looked this time. The respect she had for him was already there… but now, it was changing into something more personal, more meaningful. Her expression softened, admiration quietly settling in her eyes. Ashwin leaned back slightly, easing the intensity with a lighter tone.

Ashwin: Anyway… enough suspense. You were about to say something. What happened inside?
Pooja tried to respond, her voice hesitant.

Pooja: I… I got—
Amit smiled, stepping in gently.

Amit: Selected. He turned to Ashwin with a satisfied nod.

Amit: Your trust wasn’t misplaced, sir. She handled everything with confidence. Honestly… she earned it on her own. But now I understand why you believed in her.
Pooja lowered her gaze for a brief moment, a shy smile forming as she held onto her file. But almost immediately, her eyes lifted again—drawn back to Ashwin, searching for his reaction.
Ashwin’s expression softened, genuine pride reflecting in his eyes.

Ashwin: That’s really good to hear. he looked at her warmly Congratulations, Pooja.

For Pooja, that moment stayed.
It wasn’t just the selection.
It wasn’t just the success.
It was the quiet certainty in his voice…
and the realization that, out of everyone—
he chose to stand for her.

Amit: well Ashwin sir… actually, I wanted to tell you myself. That’s why I asked you to come here. There’s also something else I wanted to discuss—

Ashwin raised his hand slightly, cutting him off mid-sentence, his tone calm but firm.

Ashwin: we’ll talk. he turned his head slightly toward Pooja. Pooja… could you wait outside for a while? We need to discuss a business matter. Pooja nodded immediately, holding her file close.

Pooja: okay, sir. She gave one brief glance at Ashwin before leaving the cabin. The door closed softly behind her. Outside, she moved to the lounge, sitting down quietly, her thoughts still lingering on him.

The moment the door shut, the atmosphere inside the room shifted.

Ashwin’s relaxed demeanor disappeared. His face hardened, and his eyes settled on Amit with a sharp, controlled intensity. He slowly leaned forward, resting his hands on the table.

Ashwin: what. That single word carried weight. Amit straightened unconsciously, his earlier ease gone. He swallowed before speaking.
Amit: sir… I did everything you instructed. I followed all your directions carefully. he hesitated for a second
but there’s one thing… she’s a fresher. Usually, we assign freshers to training or place them in accounts and bookkeeping first. So I wanted your final word… where exactly should I place her in our firm?

Ashwin didn’t respond immediately. He just looked at him—calm, but piercing. Then he leaned back slowly, his fingers tapping once against the armrest.

Ashwin: you did everything I told you? The question was quiet… but it wasn’t casual. Amit’s throat went dry.
Amit: yes, sir… I mean—almost everything—

Ashwin’s gaze sharpened.

Ashwin: almost?

A brief silence filled the room.

Ashwin: you failed in one thing. he paused, his voice lowering slightly I told you clearly… the employees here should not behave as if they know me. There should be distance. No familiarity. No unnecessary attention.He leaned forward again, his voice now edged with authority.

Ashwin: but you didn’t ensure that.

Amit felt the pressure build. He quickly responded, trying to hold his ground.

Amit: sir, I understand that… I really do. But if I had forced that suddenly, people would have started questioning. It could have led to gossip… unnecessary talk about you. I didn’t want that.He gathered a bit of courage and continued.

Amit: and… if I may say, sir… instead of completely hiding, you could present yourself differently. Maybe as a freelance auditor associated with the firm. That way, there’s no suspicion, and your position also remains—
Ashwin’s expression changed instantly.

Ashwin: enough. 
The word cut through the air. He stood up abruptly. The chair behind him dragged slightly, the sharp sound echoing through the room. Amit flinched subtly.
Ashwin’s irritation was visible now—not loud, but controlled and intense. He walked a step forward, his presence dominating the space.

Ashwin: I know what I have to do. he looked straight into Amit’s eyes
don’t advise me on that.

Amit lowered his gaze slightly, the weight of those words settling in. There was a brief silence.Then Ashwin turned slightly, as if to leave, but stopped.

Ashwin: put her in accounts… and audits. Let her handle both.
he paused I want to see how she works under pressure.
He walked toward the door, his steps steady. His hand reached for the handle… but then he stopped again. For a moment, the tension lingered. Ashwin slowly turned back.
The sharpness in his expression had softened—just a little.

Ashwin: and Amit…
Amit looked up immediately. Ashwin: I was tense because you didn’t follow my instruction.
brief pausebut… I understand why you did what you did.
His tone was no longer harsh. It carried a quiet acknowledgment.

Ashwin: you were thinking about my reputation in this office.
Amit blinked, slightly taken aback.

Ashwin: that matters.
A small pause.

Ashwin: thank you.
The words were simple—but coming from him, they held weight.


Ashwin walked out of the cabin without another word, the door closing behind him with a soft but firm sound. For a moment, Amit didn’t move. He let out a slow, heavy breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. His shoulders relaxed slightly as the tension in the room began to fade. He leaned back into his chair, running a hand across his face, still feeling the lingering weight of Ashwin’s presence.

Amit stared at the door for a few seconds, lost in thought.

He knew Ashwin well—far better than most people in that office ever could.

Ashwin was not a man who got angry without reason. Every sharp word, every moment of intensity—it always came from somewhere specific. And just as quickly as that tension rose, it would settle. He never held onto anger longer than necessary. He never let irritation cloud his judgment for long.

That was what made him different.

Amit had seen it many times before. Ashwin could be calm, composed, almost unreadable… and then, in the next moment, if something went against his principles or instructions, that calm would turn into a sharp, commanding presence. Not out of ego—but out of control, discipline, and expectation. And yet… just as quickly, he would step back, think, and understand. He always understood. That was the part Amit respected the most.

Ashwin never judged blindly. Even now… despite his irritation, he had listened. He had seen the intention behind Amit’s decision. And in the end, he acknowledged it—openly.
A faint smile formed on Amit’s lips as he let out another quiet breath.
This wasn’t new to him.

He was used to Ashwin’s highs and lows—the sudden intensity, the commanding tone, and then the calm clarity that followed. To him, it was just how Ashwin functioned. A man who demanded precision,   but also valued intention. But today was different. He never thought Ashwin would get tense in the presence of others. The moment Pooja left the room, Amit realized something wasn’t right. He hadn’t expected that not informing the workers, as Ashwin had wished, would cause such irritation to him. Amit took a deep breath and decided that Pooja must be someone special to Ashwin. With that thought in mind, he went back to his work.

[Astroboy11]

Thanks for the update. Looking forward to the next one

[damien123456]

update 42: 


               She sit outside the cabin, in the waiting lounge,  feeling a storm and a deep silence collide within her. For years, she’d carried a quiet fear—a future she never wanted. A life like her sister’s… waking before sunrise, working until sunset, living by decisions made by others. Behind that fear burned a resentment toward her sister’s husband—the man she believed had slowly taken her sister’s choices, freedom, and spark. That fear shaped her. It wasn’t just ambition pushing Pooja—it was the need to escape. Every time she studied or dreamed, there was a desperate whisper: “I can’t end up like that… I need more… I want more…” But without anyone believing in her, that drive turned into pressure, and the pressure into self-doubt. Now, something had shifted. Ashwin’s belief didn’t just give her hope—it gave her a way out. For the first time, her future didn’t feel like a trap to escape, but a path worth walking toward. Her chest tightened, her eyes filled—not only with relief, but with the release of years of silent fear. That grip of “what if I fail?” finally loosened. And in its place, a new feeling bloomed—strange, powerful, almost overwhelming. Possibility. Not just  dreaming , but becoming. Deep inside, she made a quiet promise—she would rise, not just for herself, but to prove her life was never meant to be small… and never meant to be ruled by fear.

She sat in the lounge, eyes locked on the closed door, her mind refusing to settle. Each second dragged, heavy and slow. “Why is it taking so long…?” Her thoughts began to drift—was he talking about her? Or was it something else, some business he’d never mentioned? Then came that small, insecure voice: “Maybe this has nothing to do with you… maybe you just assumed too much.” The old cycle returned—overthinking, self-doubt, bracing for disappointment before it arrived. Her heart sped up, not from fear of failure this time, but from the fear of losing the one person who believed in her., her phone rang. It took three rings to pull her back, like surfacing from deep water. She blinked, dazed, and glanced at the screen. Sameera. A different realization struck—she hadn’t told Sameera anything. Not about the interview. Not about coming here with Ashwin. Not about this turning point in her life. The last time they spoke, Sameera had casually suggested she ask Ashwin for help. Now, everything was different. Pooja stared at the screen, thumb hovering. It wasn’t a matter of time—it was deeper. She hadn’t wanted to speak too soon, as if saying it aloud would make it fragile, invite doubt, questions, or disbelief. For the first time, something felt real, and she had chosen, without thinking, to guard it in silence.

Finally, her thumb gave in, and she swiped the screen upward to answer the call.

Pooja: Hello…  

Sameera: Finally, you picked up. I was about to call again. What are you doing?  

Pooja: Just finished something important…  

Sameera: Important? You sound different. What’s going on?  

Pooja: Sameera… I had an interview today.  

Sameera: An interview? When did this happen? You didn’t say anything.  

Pooja: I know… it all happened so suddenly…  

Sameera: Fine, forget that. Tell me what happened.  

Pooja: I got selected.  


Sameera: …  

Sameera: Are you serious?  

Pooja: Yes… I got the job.  

Sameera: First interview and you nailed it? I can’t believe this. I’m so happy for you… but also a bit upset.  

Pooja: I understand… I should have told you…  

Sameera: We planned everything together—go to town, find jobs, and stay together as long as possible. Now you’ve done all this without telling me.  

Pooja: I didn’t think it would actually turn out like this…  

Sameera: I was the one who told you to ask him for help. Looks like you did, and even better—it worked.  

Pooja: Hmm…  

Sameera: Anyway, I called for something important too.  

Pooja: What happened?  

Sameera: I spoke to my dad. I told him I want to come to town, look for a job, and start working.  

Pooja: And what did he say?  


Sameera: He agreed. He said I can go, and until I get my first paycheck, he’ll cover my expenses.  

Pooja: Really? That’s amazing, Sameera!  

Sameera: Yes… that’s why I called. I wanted to tell you and also ask—can you talk to him for me? Maybe he could help me too.  

Pooja: I…  

Sameera: If you’re not comfortable, it’s fine. I’ll still come. Once I’m there, I’ll start looking for a place for us.  

Pooja: Sameera… I already got the job. I’ll be staying here.  

Sameera: Perfect. We’ll stick to our plan. I’ll come, and we’ll live together like we decided.  

Pooja: Yes…  

Sameera: I was thinking… we shouldn’t waste any time. I’ll start looking for a rental house right away.  

Pooja: That quickly?  

Sameera: Yes. And listen… you have some money, right?
  
Pooja: No, not now, but if I ask Radha, she will give it to me.  

Sameera: Perfect. We can use that for the advance. Once I’m there, we’ll sort everything out.

Pooja: Okay…  

Sameera: I’ll find a decent place—affordable but safe for both of us.  

Pooja: That would be great…  

Sameera: And one more thing…  

Pooja: What?  

Sameera: I still can’t believe how everything worked out for you.  

Pooja: Neither can I…  

Sameera: You asked him for help… and suddenly the interview, selection, everything happened so fast. Feels like someone really wanted you to have this chance.  

Pooja: It’s not like that…  

Sameera: Maybe. I’m just saying—you’re lucky to have someone like that. Not everyone does where he is now, is he with you now.  

Pooja: Hmm…  no, he is inside the cabin with the M.D of this office.

Sameera: Oh, where will you work, name the office.

Pooja: Sorry.. it's  Fintegrity Audits.

Sameera: Ok, i will look for it in the net Pooja, anyway, I’ll be there soon. Be ready, our plan is still on.  

Pooja: I’m so happy you’re coming…  

Sameera: Of course. I’m not leaving you alone there.  

Pooja: Thank you…  

Sameera: And next time, don’t keep things from me like this.  

Pooja: I won’t… I promise.  

Sameera: Good. Now go… I think he might come out any moment.  


Pooja: Bye, Sameera…  

Sameera: Bye. Get ready… everything’s starting now.  

Ashwin stepped out of the cabin, calm and composed, as if nothing inside had demanded effort. His posture was straight, his walk steady—each step measured, confident. The tinted glasses hid his eyes, but not his awareness. His gaze found Pooja instantly. She stood a little apart, turned to the side, speaking on the phone, unaware of him. There was a softness in her posture now, something lighter than before. Ashwin slowed as he approached. For a moment, he just watched—the way she held the phone, the slight movement of her shoulders, the easy stance—it all drew his attention. She seemed unguarded in that instant. He stopped just behind her as she ended the call. She turned—and froze. Her eyes widened briefly, surprise flashing across her face. She hadn’t noticed him until now. “Hey… what…” The words came unevenly, as if her mind was still catching up. Ashwin looked at her in silence. Up close, he caught the subtle shift in her expression—the flicker of shock, the hesitation, and something softer beneath. Her throat moved as she swallowed, her breath less steady. She looked changed—not just relieved, but affected. A pause lingered between them, full of unspoken awareness. “Sir… sir… Ashwin sir…” The receptionist’s voice broke through, pulling them back to reality. Both turned slightly, the moment fading.

The interruption lingered in the air for a second, like something unfinished between them. Ashwin turned his head slightly toward the receptionist, his expression returning to its usual calm control. “Yes?”

Receptionist: Sir, the M.D. asked you to collect the documents before you leave.

Ashwin:  with a small nod, said, “I’ll take it.” The receptionist smiled at him, surprised to see Ashwin like this. The boss she knew wasn’t usually like this; it was the first time she had seen him hitting on a girl. Ashwin could read all of this from her smile, but he stopped her with a firm stare.


He stepped aside, but before moving away, his eyes briefly returned to Pooja—as if reminding her he hasn’t forgotten her. Then he walked toward the desk.
Pooja stood still. Her heart hadn’t settled yet. That sudden closeness… the way he appeared behind her… the way he looked at her—it all replayed in her mind within seconds.
Why am I reacting like this…? She tried to compose herself, adjusting her dress slightly, as if that could also adjust her thoughts.

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The Frozen Delight shop: 

                                   Ashwin and Pooja sat across from each other at a small round table, just right for two. The ice cream shop was spacious yet intimate, with an air of polished luxury. Warm, soft lighting cast a cozy glow over the tasteful décor, giving the place a rich and welcoming feel. In the background, the faint hum of the freezer mingled with the gentle clink of spoons against glass. Around them, couples leaned in close, laughing, smiling, and sharing bites of ice cream. It was clearly a place for romance, where sweetness lingered in both the desserts and the atmosphere. But Pooja hadn’t considered any of that. From the moment they walked in, she’d been too captivated by the beauty of the shop to notice who usually came here. Now, Ashwin’s gaze was fixed on her, her own eyes stayed focused on the menu she held delicately between her fingers.

Pooja’s fingers tilt the menu card to the left or right, her brows narrowing and relaxing as she reads the flavors and variety this place offers its customers. A smile appears on her face every now and then, making her look younger and more attractive to Ashwin. In his experience with women, he usually talks to them, observes them, and eventually gets what he wants, but with Pooja, he’s simply enjoying the moment. Every little thing about her excites him, and he relishes just looking at her.

Before she could decide what to order, the waiter arrived, greeted them, and asked what they would like to have. 

Pooja: Well, I haven’t decided yet.  

Ashwin: Just order anything, everything here is so good.  

Pooja: You talk like you’re a regular customer.  

Waiter: Yes madam, he is our regular customer.  

Pooja: Well then, Mr. Ashwin, could you help me find what’s so good here?  

Ashwin, without breaking eye contact with Pooja, said in a calm and commanding voice, “Chocolate lava cone with vanilla topping for her, and butterscotch with vanilla topping for me.” The waiter quickly left to get their order.  

Ashwin: So… what’s next, Pooja?  

Pooja: What? Just wait for the waiter to bring our order.  

Ashwin: I don’t mean that. I’m talking about your new job as Junior Assistant at Fintegrity Audits. How are you planning to work here? His tone started playful but grew serious with each word.  

Pooja: Well… there’s something I forgot to mention.  She told him about Sameera’s call while he’d been in the office cabin, explaining that Sameera was upset Pooja had attended the interview, got selected, and hadn’t told her right away. Pooja mentioned that Sameera’s father had agreed to support her until she got her first paycheck, and with that assurance, Sameera planned to come soon. Once she arrived, they would look for a rental house and live together while starting their jobs. Ashwin listened quietly, realizing that from the start, Sameera and Pooja had planned to move together, share a home, and grow their careers side by side. He also realized something else—Sameera still hadn’t found a place to rent.

Ashwin: Oh, I see, so you haven’t found a place to stay here yet, right?  

Pooja: I… you… know… she tried to gather her words but couldn’t.  

Ashwin: I thought you were ready, but you’re not.  

Pooja: What do you mean?  

Ashwin: Pooja, you’ve got a job and you have to join in the next two days, but you still haven’t found a place to stay here.  

Pooja: That’s not a big issue. I can stay in a PG or a working ladies’ hostel for a while.  

Ashwin: I don’t think so. Even if you agree, it might take two or three months to find a safe and secure place to stay. Until then, you plan to stay in the hostel, right?  

Pooja: Yeah.  

Before Ashwin could say anything else, the waiter brought their order to the table. Ashwin felt slightly unhappy with Pooja for not taking him seriously—if she had, she might have told him all this earlier. Still, he didn’t show it on his face. His expression softened as he watched Pooja’s reaction to her ice cream. She lit up like a child, exclaiming how good it looked, taking the cone in her hands and licking the creamy white top. The sight made Ashwin pause, his thoughts drifting away from the conversation.  

the scene before him 



what's in his mind



Despite taking his order and having it, Ashwin does not look at it. His gaze is entirely focused on Pooja as she licks the ice cream cone. For a fleeting moment, he imagines the brown cone as his cock, and the white cream as his own cum while Pooja continues to lick it. This very thought arouses Ashwin, causing him to feel an erection beneath the table, contemplating the possibility of getting blowjob from Pooja's delicate, softly tinted rose-colored lips.

[Astroboy11]

Thanks for the update. Good buildup with setting Pooja up for falling in love with Ashwin. Would be very interested in seeing how Radha shows appreciation in getting her sister a job.

[Koolkid123456789]

Slow updates kill the mood bro

[Astroboy11]

Hey. Its been a while since the last update. How's the next chapter coming along?