Adultery Radiance of Vanitha, Daughter-in-Law and Instagram Influencer

[Vasanthan]

Bit disappointed the way selvam ignored Vanitha. Selvam disclosed the affair to Vanitha. Vanitha knows she also cheated on Ashok and have no right to question him. Will latha disclose the Vanitha selvam affair and her mistake of morning to Ashok.
Latha calling Vanitha as akka and sharing akka purusan. More written on business and it has turned stable now. Time to dwell into relationship. Wonderful piece of writing.
Fingers crossed.

[Periyapoolan]

Very nice but I somewhat feel the emotions are missing between the characters They are behaving like robotd most of times with flat face

[olumannan]

I learnt more business than sex in this story.

[adams_masala]

Chapter 118: Latha's Pregnancy

Scene 1

Vanitha opened her eyes. The bedroom was still dark, the morning light just beginning to filter through the edges of the blinds. Beside her, Ashok lay on his back, his breathing too deliberate to be natural. They were both pretending to be asleep, neither ready to be the first to face the day.

Two weeks ago, this bed had been loud and urgent. Vanitha had woken up before dawn, her body hot with jealousy of Latha. She had pulled Ashok’s cock into her mouth before he was fully awake, her hand gripping the base of his shaft as she sucked him hard. He had groaned, his eyes flying open as he looked down to find his wife’s lips stretched around his length. They had fucked against the headboard, Ashok pounding into her with a ferocity she hadn’t allowed in years, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave marks.

That version of their marriage had gone cold since the physician confirmed Latha’s pregnancy. Vanitha knew the baby was Ashok’s. He had revealed his affair with Latha to her, and the uncertainty of that revelation was its own kind of torment.

Vanitha cried sometimes. But her jealousy still made her stick with Ashok.

They came downstairs together, moving with the careful distance of people who had once been intimate and now shared only space. The house was quiet except for the soft hum of the coffee maker. They found Latha at the kitchen counter, three cups of filter coffee already poured and waiting. The whole domestic gesture was so earnest and so precisely wrong for the morning that it landed in the room like a provocation nobody intended.

Latha stood in her simple cotton nightdress, one hand resting lightly on her still-flat belly in the private gesture she had never managed to stop making. Her face was open and warm as she greeted them both.

“Good morning,” she said, her voice carrying the particular brightness of someone performing normalcy with genuine effort. “Coffee’s ready.”

In Latha’s version of the morning, the IVF story was still intact. The baby was officially a medical success, a surrogate’s duty fulfilled. The confusion underneath was real: Ashok had stopped coming to her room. He had stopped pulling her close in the kitchen when no one was watching. He had stopped being the man who pressed his palm over her hand on her belly and said “my baby” with his voice rough. She did not understand why the pregnancy, the thing they both wanted, had made him disappear.

Ashok poured his coffee and stood at the far end of the island from Latha. His body language did the work of a man who was trying not to show preference in either direction and therefore showed everything.

“How did you sleep?” he asked Latha. “Do you need anything for the morning sickness?”

The questions came from a responsible intended father rather than the man who had been filling her with his cum for months.

“I’m good,” Latha answered, watching his face for the warmth that had gone missing. “The ginger tea helps.”

Vanitha watched them both from her side of the counter. Her coffee cup was held in both hands, her expression composed in the way that cost her something to maintain. She took a sip, the coffee bitter on her tongue.

“Did you eat yet?” Ashok asked Latha.

“I had some toast,” she replied. “Dr. Priya said small meals are better for the nausea.”

“That makes sense.” Ashok nodded, his eyes on his coffee rather than Latha’s face.

The conversation moved through the ordinary surface of the morning. Latha mentioned her next doctor’s appointment, the prenatal vitamins she had started, whether she should be eating more protein. Ashok responded to each item with the attentive guilt of a man whose care for her was real and whose ability to show it openly had been severed by the presence of his wife three feet away.

“The baby should be about the size of a blueberry now,” Latha said, her hand still resting on her stomach. “That’s what the app says.”

“That’s amazing,” Ashok replied, his voice carefully neutral.

Vanitha contributed the minimum required to keep the scene functional. She nodded when appropriate, made appropriate sounds of interest, kept her eyes on her coffee rather than the space between her husband and the woman carrying his child.

At one point, Latha asked Vanitha directly whether she was feeling all right.

“You look tired,” she said, her voice carrying genuine concern. “Are you sleeping okay?”

“I’m fine,” Vanitha answered. “Just tired from work.”

The word “fine” did the heavy lifting it always did in a kitchen where three people were carrying secrets that overlapped without touching.

All three of them remained at the counter, the coffee going lukewarm in their cups. The Sunday morning light came through the window over the sink, warming the tile floor. Ashok’s guilt sat between him and Latha like a physical object. Vanitha’s jealousy had curdled into something quieter and more durable than the heat that had driven her to his cock two weeks ago.

Latha’s confusion was the cleanest thing in the room. She was pregnant. She was doing what she had come here to do. And the two people who should be celebrating with her were both somewhere else behind their eyes.

She picked up the coffee pot and refilled everyone’s cups without being asked. It was the only thing she knew how to do with her hands right now. The three of them stayed at the counter a little longer than necessary, none of them ready to be the first one to leave the room.

Scene 2

Vanitha stepped out of the shower, water dripping down her back. She had twenty minutes before the Vanmmer would arrive to take her to the San Francisco office. Her phone buzzed on the counter as she wrapped a towel around her body.

The text was from Selvam. “Left yet?”

She typed back with wet fingers. “About to. Car in 15.”

His response came immediately. “Taking a Vanmmer to the office myself. Mind if I join you?”

Vanitha paused, a drop of water rolling between her shoulder blades. She could have said no. Should have said no. Instead, she typed: “Come to the house. We’ll go together.”

She dressed quickly... a fitted black dress that hit just above the knee, heels that added three inches to her height, gold earrings that caught the light when she moved. Her hair was still damp as she applied minimal makeup... just enough to look professional, not enough to suggest she had made an effort. The doorbell rang as she was slipping her laptop into her bag.

Selvam stood on the porch, his leather briefcase in one hand. He wore his usual white linen shirt and dark trousers, his only concession to the Monday morning a thin gold tie.

“You’re early,” Vanitha said, stepping aside to let him in.

“The car came quickly.” His eyes moved over her outfit with careful neutrality. “You look nice.”

“Thank you.” She grabbed her bag from the hallway table. “We should go. Traffic will be bad.”

They walked to the curb together, maintaining a careful distance between them. The Vanmmer waited at the end of the driveway, its white paint gleaming in the morning sun. The logo on the hood... a stylized V that incorporated both an autonomous vehicle and a human face... caught the light as they approached.

Vanitha slid into the back seat first, moving to the far side to give Selvam room. He followed, his larger frame filling the space beside her. The door closed with a soft click, the interior of the car cool and quiet.

“Office,” Vanitha said to the empty air.

“Confirmed,” the car replied, its voice feminine and calm. “Estimated arrival time: fifty-three minutes.”

The car pulled away from the curb with smooth precision, accelerating to exactly the speed limit before merging onto the main road. The silence between Vanitha and Selvam stretched, weighted with everything they weren’t saying.

“How’s Ashok?” Selvam asked finally, breaking the quiet.

Vanitha turned to look at him directly. “I’m not fucking him, if that’s what you’re asking.”

The blunt statement hung between them. Selvam’s expression didn’t change, but Vanitha saw the slight tightening around his eyes, the almost imperceptible shift in his posture.

“That’s not what I meant,” he said.

“But it’s what you wanted to know.”

He didn’t deny it. The car navigated a curve along the residential street, its speed adjusting perfectly to the changing radius. Outside the window, trees slid past, their leaves catching the morning light.

“How long?” Selvam asked.

“Since we found out about the baby.” Vanitha’s voice was steady despite the ache in her chest. “Few weeks.”

Selvam nodded, his eyes on the road ahead. “I see.”

Something flickered across his face... a softening, a particular warmth that appeared and disappeared so quickly Vanitha might have imagined it. His hand rested on the seat between them, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his skin.

“Why?” he asked.

Vanitha looked out the window. “I don’t think I can take it,” she said. “Knowing he’s inside her. That he’s been inside her. That the baby is his, not just biologically but...” She trailed off, unable to finish the thought.

“You still want him,” Selvam said. It wasn’t a question.

“Yes.” The word felt torn from her throat. “But I also want to kill him sometimes. And her. Mostly her.”

Selvam was quiet for a moment. “Ashok is my son,” he said finally. “But this isn’t about what I want. You should make your own choice.”

Vanitha turned to face him. “I’m not going to leave him,” she said. “But I’m not going to touch him either. Maybe not ever again.”

The confession hung between them, raw and honest. Selvam’s expression shifted, something like hope flashing across his face before he carefully masked it.

“I understand,” he said, his voice neutral.

But Vanitha had seen it... the brief moment when his eyes had brightened, when his posture had eased. The idea that she might not be having sex with Ashok had affected him more than he wanted to admit.

The car continued its smooth journey toward San Francisco, the morning light warming the interior. Vanitha and Selvam sat side by side, not quite touching, the space between them charged with possibility neither was ready to acknowledge.

Scene 3

As the car navigated onto the freeway, Vanitha gently changed the subject. “How’s the integration with the BMW team going?” she asked, her voice deliberately professional. “Summer mentioned something about sensor calibration issues.”

Selvam’s expression shifted to the particular focus he brought to technical problems. “The front-facing array was misaligned by two degrees,” he said. “Not enough to affect safety, but enough to cause the occasional hesitation at intersections.” He paused. “We’ve moved the engineers to the separate building across the street.”

Vanitha raised an eyebrow. “All of them? I thought the perception team was staying on the penthouse floor.”

“They were,” Selvam replied. “But the space was getting crowded. The new building has better facilities for hardware testing.”

Vanitha studied his profile, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Is that the only reason? Or did you finally get tired of them staring at me all day?”

The question hung between them, direct and deliberately provocative. Selvam turned to look at her, his expression carefully controlled.

“Yes,” he said simply. “That too.”

He looked out the window for a moment, his jaw working slightly. When he turned back, his tone had shifted to something more serious.

“As CHRO, I wanted to get your thoughts on the Uber integration,” he said. “We’ve inherited fourteen hundred employees across operations, engineering, and support. I’m concerned about cultural assimilation, especially at the leadership level.”

Vanitha nodded, matching his professional tone. “I’ve been thinking about that,” she said. “The operations team is our biggest opportunity. Their drivers have direct experience with passenger behavior, service expectations, pain points in the current system. We should integrate them directly into our route optimization and passenger experience teams.”

“And engineering?” Selvam asked.

“More complicated,” Vanitha admitted. “Their technical architecture is completely different from ours. We could reassign them to our validation and testing groups, or create a separate division focused on legacy system maintenance.”

Selvam considered this, his eyes on the road ahead. “What about cultural retention? These people have built their careers at Uber. They’re going to be resistant to being absorbed by what they see as the competition.”

“That’s where my team comes in,” Vanitha said. “We need to create a clear integration path that acknowledges their expertise while establishing our technical vision as the way forward.” She paused, choosing her words carefully. “The real challenge will be the leadership team. Their executives are used to being in charge. Bringing them into Vanmmer means asking them to accept subordinate roles in most cases.”

“They’ll leave,” Selvam said. It wasn’t a question.

“Some will,” Vanitha agreed. “But not all. And the ones who stay will be the ones who believe in what we’re building.” She turned to face him directly. “That’s actually our biggest advantage. We’re not just acquiring their technology or their market share. We’re offering them a chance to be part of something that’s actually going to change how people live.”

The conversation remained crisp and strategic as they approached the city, the autonomous vehicle gliding smoothly toward their destination. They discussed compensation structures, reporting lines, cultural integration events... all the elements of merging two companies with fundamentally different approaches to the same problem. By the time they reached the Bay Bridge, they had outlined a complete integration plan, their voices carrying the particular energy of people solving a problem together.

As they entered San Francisco proper, the morning light caught the buildings ahead, turning the glass facades to gold. Vanitha watched the city approach, her mind full of what they had built... not just the company but the particular connection that existed between them despite everything that had happened.

Without thinking, she moved closer to Selvam on the seat. “May I?” she asked, her voice soft.

He nodded, his eyes meeting hers with careful warmth. Vanitha gently placed her head on his shoulder, her body relaxing into the contact. Selvam’s arm came around her shoulders, his hand resting lightly on her upper arm. His touch was warm through the fabric of her dress, familiar in a way that made her chest ache.

“You’ve been through a lot,” he said, his voice low enough that only she could hear. “But I meant what I said. About keeping our distance.”

Vanitha nodded against his shoulder. “I know,” she said. “This is just... this.”

Not an affair. Not nothing. Something that existed in the space between categories, undefined but no less real for its lack of name.

The car navigated the final blocks to the Nakamura Building, its movements as smooth and precise as they had been since the journey began. As they approached the entrance, Selvam’s hand squeezed her shoulder once, gently, before releasing her. They straightened, putting careful space between them, their bodies returning to the particular distance of colleagues rather than the intimacy of whatever they had been to each other.

The car pulled to a stop at the curb. The door opened with a soft click, morning light flooding the interior. Selvam gathered his briefcase, his movements quick and efficient.

“See you upstairs,” he said, his voice deliberately casual.

[Jayam Ramana]

End of road of Vanitha marriage. Very clear Vanitha and Selvam are in love and she is finding happiness andsolace only in him. Selvam is clear he don't want anyone except him to touch Vanitha. Hope Vanitha had thrown the Ashok thali again in garbage and wore Selvam given one. Very good

[fuckandforget]

Excellent update.

The house should have been happy. But no happiness. Better Vanitha can ask Latha to abort the child and leave with double payment agreed.. She doesn't want another woman child to inherit the heritage of their life.

[Thangaraasu]

Super update

[Thalaidhoni]

Marvelous updates dude

[Gopal Ratnam]

Waiting for divorce of Ashok and Vanitha

[adams_masala]

Chapter 119: The Executive Floor

Scene 1

The elevator doors parted, and Vanitha stepped into a different world. The penthouse floor had transformed overnight. The maze of workstations was gone, replaced by wide... open spaces that caught the morning light from floor... to... ceiling windows. No more engineers hunched over keyboards, no more eyes tracking her movements as she crossed the room. Just quiet elegance and breathing room.

She paused mid... step, taking in the new layout. The space felt intimate now, almost private, with only a handful of glass... walled offices remaining along the perimeter. The lighting had softened to something warmer, more inviting.

“Surprise!” Summer appeared from around the corner, her smile wide and knowing. “It’s just us now. The five of us.”

Vanitha raised an eyebrow. “Five?”

“Selvam, me, you, the CFO, and our legal head.” Summer’s eyes danced with mischief. “Our CEO didn’t like those dudes looking at your curves every day.”

Heat rushed to Vanitha’s cheeks. She smoothed her crimson georgette saree, suddenly conscious of how the sheer fabric hugged her hips, how the waist chain sat across her bare midriff.

“Selvam said that?” she asked, her voice lower than intended.

Summer giggled. “Not in those exact words. But when he said we needed more privacy for executive meetings, I knew exactly what he meant.” She leaned closer. “Between us, I think he was getting tired of watching them watch you.”

Vanitha’s heart quickened. She glanced toward Selvam’s office, its glass walls offering a clear view of the empty desk inside. “Where is he?”

“Morning call with the Switzerland team.” Summer checked her watch. “Should be done soon. Coffee?”

They walked to the new kitchenette together, Vanitha still processing the change. The absence of engineers meant no more casual glances, no more manufactured reasons to stand near her office. No more of that particular tension that had filled the space before.

The kitchenette was small but elegant, with marble countertops and high... end appliances. Vanitha prepared her coffee... black, no sugar... while Summer chatted about the weekend.

“Ashok doing okay?” Summer asked casually.

Vanitha’s hand tightened around her mug. “He’s fine.” The word came out clipped. She softened her tone. “Just busy with work.”

Summer nodded, understanding in her eyes. She didn’t push.

The elevator pinged. Selvam stepped out, phone to his ear, his white linen shirt crisp against his dark skin. He looked up, and his eyes found Vanitha immediately. He nodded once in acknowledgment before continuing his conversation in low tones.

Vanitha felt that familiar pull in her stomach. Even after everything... after ending their affair, after agreeing to keep their distance... her body responded to him the same way. She watched him walk to his office, his movements confident and controlled.

“See something you like?” Summer whispered.

Vanitha tore her gaze away. “I was just... “

“Checking if he was still on his call. Right.” Summer’s smile turned knowing. “You know, it’s awfully convenient that only senior leadership is up here now. So much... privacy.”

Vanitha sipped her coffee, buying time. The warmth of the mug against her palms grounded her.

“Don’t,” she said quietly. “We’ve moved past that.”

Summer raised her hands in mock surrender. “Just making an observation. The floor is very... quiet now.”

Vanitha glanced around. Without the constant hum of keyboards and murmured conversations, the penthouse had a different energy. Intimate. Almost conspiratorial.

“Let’s talk about the Switzerland trip,” Vanitha said, changing the subject. “Have you finalized the agenda?”

They moved to the common area, settling into plush chairs with their coffees. Summer pulled up documents on her tablet, and they reviewed the meeting schedule for the partnership exploration. Vanitha focused on the screen, but her attention kept drifting to Selvam’s office. She could see him through the glass, still on his call, his expression serious as he nodded at something being said.

As the morning progressed, Vanitha found herself crossing paths with Selvam repeatedly. In the kitchenette, where he came to refill his water bottle. In the common area, where they both reached for the same document. Each time, their eyes would meet a moment too long before one of them looked away.

“Need some help with that?” Selvam asked when he found her struggling to reach a high shelf in the supply closet.

“I’ve got it,” Vanitha replied, stretching on her tiptoes. Her saree shifted, revealing another inch of her midriff.

Selvam’s gaze dropped to the exposed skin before quickly returning to her face. “Allow me.” He reached past her, his chest briefly pressing against her back as he retrieved the box of folders. The contact lasted only seconds, but Vanitha felt it like an electric current through her body.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice steadier than she felt.

“The space is working well,” he commented, stepping back. “More efficient for executive meetings.”

Vanitha nodded. “No distractions.”

“Exactly.” His eyes held hers. “No distractions.”

She returned to her private office, her heart still racing. The memory of his body against hers lingered, making it difficult to focus on the hiring reports she needed to review. She forced herself to concentrate, pushing aside thoughts of Selvam’s hands, his scent, the way he looked at her when he thought she wasn’t watching.

At lunchtime, Vanitha decided to eat at her desk. She’d brought a simple salad from home, wanting to avoid another encounter in the kitchenette. But as she unwrapped her food, a soft knock at her door made her look up.

Selvam stood in the doorway, a container in his hand. “I brought too much,” he said. “Would you like some?”

Vanitha hesitated. This was exactly the kind of situation they’d agreed to avoid.

“It’s just lunch,” Selvam added, as if reading her thoughts. “Between colleagues.”

She nodded, gesturing to the chair across from her desk. “Thank you.”

He entered, setting the container between them. It contained biryani, the fragrant rice and spices filling the office with a homey aroma that reminded Vanitha of family meals in Chennai.

“Your favorite, mama”

The word hung in the air between them. Vanitha hadn’t called him “mama” in the office before... it was a term reserved for family gatherings, for moments of warmth and intimacy. Not for the sterile environment of their workplace.

Selvam’s body reacted before his mind could catch up. His cock twitched in his trousers, hardening at the unexpected endearment. He shifted slightly in his chair, grateful for the desk between them.

Vanitha noticed the subtle movement, the way his eyes darkened for just a moment. She felt heat rising to her cheeks, suddenly aware of the implications of what she’d said. The office suddenly felt too small, too intimate.

“I mean... “ she started, but Selvam held up his hand.

“It’s fine,” he said, his voice slightly rougher than before. “Just caught me off guard.”

They both reached for the container at the same time, their fingers brushing. The brief contact sent electricity through Vanitha’s body. She pulled back quickly, as if burned.

“Sorry,” she murmured.

Selvam opened the container, the fragrant steam rising between them. “Biryani from that place you like,” he said, his voice back to its professional tone. “I thought you might appreciate something other than salad.”

Vanitha smiled, grateful for the change in subject. “How did you know I brought salad?”

“I saw you preparing it this morning. At home.” The words slipped out before he could stop them. A shadow crossed his face.

Vanitha’s fork paused halfway to her mouth. “You were watching me make lunch?”

Selvam’s jaw tightened. “I was here in the morning, early. You were in the kitchen.” He didn’t elaborate on why he’d been there at that hour, or why he’d noticed what she was doing.

The silence stretched between them, weighted with all the things they couldn’t say. Vanitha took a bite of the biryani, the flavors exploding on her tongue... just the right amount of spice, perfectly cooked rice, tender pieces of chicken. He’d remembered exactly how she liked it.

“This is delicious,” she said, meaning more than just the food.

Selvam nodded, his eyes on his plate. “I’m glad you like it.”

They ate in companionable silence for a few minutes, the tension between them easing slightly. Vanitha found herself studying him when he wasn’t looking... the strong line of his jaw, the way his shirt stretched across his shoulders, the careful way he held himself in check.

Scene 2

The afternoon stretched on, and Vanitha found herself at her desk, unable to focus on the hiring reports. Her mind kept drifting to Selvam’s office, to the brief moments they’d shared throughout the day. At 4:30, she stood, decision made.

She knocked lightly on his door, watching him look up from his computer. His expression shifted subtly... surprise, then something warmer.

“Come in,” he said, gesturing to the chair across from his desk.

Vanitha closed the door behind her, the click sounding final in the quiet office. She sat down, smoothing her saree over her knees.

“I wanted to thank you for lunch, mama” she said, her voice softer than she intended.

Selvam nodded, his eyes tracking her movements. “It was nothing.”

“Not nothing,” she replied. “You remembered how I like my biryani, mama.”

A silence fell between them, comfortable yet charged. Selvam leaned back in his chair, studying her.

“Have you seen the new features of this office?” he asked suddenly.

Vanitha shook her head. “What features?”

Selvam’s hand moved to the underside of his desk. With a subtle click, the glass walls of his office darkened to an opaque black, blocking the view from outside completely.

Vanitha’s breath caught. The room suddenly felt much smaller, much more intimate.

“That’s... impressive,” she said, her voice slightly unsteady.

“I had it installed last week,” Selvam explained, his tone casual despite the implication. “For sensitive conversations.”

Vanitha stood, moving closer to the darkened glass. She pressed her palm against it, feeling the cool surface. “So no one can see in?”

“No one,” Selvam confirmed. “But we can still see out.”

She turned to face him, a playful smile forming on her lips. “Too bad we can’t use it.”

The words hung between them, weighted with meaning. Selvam’s jaw tightened, a muscle working beneath his skin.

“Vanitha,” he said, his voice low with warning.

She moved toward him, circling the desk with deliberate steps. Selvam remained seated, but his body tensed, his hands gripping the armrests.

“I’m just saying, mama” she continued, stopping just beside his chair, “it’s a shame to have all this privacy and not use it.”

Selvam looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire he couldn’t fully hide. “We agreed... “

“I know what we agreed,” she interrupted. “But that was before you moved the entire engineering team to another building. Before you installed this.” She gestured to the darkened glass. “Before you brought me my favorite biryani.”

Selvam stood abruptly, putting the desk between them again. “This isn’t why I made these changes.”

“Are you sure?” Vanitha challenged, leaning against the desk. “Because it feels like you’re creating opportunities.”

His expression hardened. “I’m protecting you. Protecting us.”

Vanitha laughed softly. “By making sure we’re alone? By ensuring no one can see what happens in this office?”

Selvam’s hands balled into fists at his sides. “That’s not... “

“Then why do I feel like you’re making it harder for us to keep our distance, mama?” Vanitha asked, her voice dropping to a whisper.

She stepped around the desk, closing the distance between them. Selvam’s breath hitched as she positioned herself directly in front of him, her crimson saree brushing against his trousers. The sheer fabric of her pallu caught the light, revealing the outline of her body beneath.

“I wanted to talk to you about the BMW integration team,” she said, her tone casual despite her proximity. “We need to hire at least five more engineers, mama.”

Selvam swallowed hard. “I’ll review the budget this afternoon.”

Vanitha nodded, her eyes never leaving his face. “The new office layout is working well, don’t you think, mama? So much more... efficient.”

“Yes,” he managed, his voice rough. “More efficient.”

She leaned forward, placing her palms on the desk on either side of him. “I noticed you’ve been working late these past few nights, mama. Everything okay with the Switzerland team?”

“They’re being difficult about the sensor specifications.” Selvam’s eyes dropped to her lips for a split second before returning to her ace. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

Vanitha smiled, watching his throat work as he swallowed again. “I’m sure you can handle it, mama. You always handle everything so well.”

The air between them grew thick with tension. Selvam’s hands gripped the edge of the desk, his knuckles whitening slightly.

“Summer mentioned the Switzerland trip,” Vanitha continued, straightening but not moving away. “It sounds exciting, mama. Just the two of us exploring the European market.”

“It’s not just the two of us,” Selvam corrected, his voice strained. “The legal team will be joining for the contract negotiations.”

Vanitha tilted her head, her earrings catching the light. “But they’re not staying for the full week, are they, mama? The itinerary shows just you and me for the last three days.”

Selvam’s jaw tightened. “That’s not... “

“Not intentional?” she finished for him. “I’m sure it’s not, mama. Just a coincidence.”

She moved closer still, until she was standing between his legs, her hips nearly touching the edge of the desk. Selvam didn’t move, but his breathing had grown shallow, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“I should get back to my reports,” Vanitha said, making no move to leave. “The quarterly review is coming up, mama. I need to make sure all our hiring metrics are in order.”

Selvam nodded, his eyes dark with desire. “Yes. The review.”

Vanitha reached out, her fingers brushing a nonexistent speck of dust from his shoulder. “Your shirt is so crisp today, mama. You always look so put together.”

“Vanitha,” he said, her name a warning on his lips.

She smiled, enjoying the effect she was having on him. “I was thinking about your speech at the holiday party, mama. About how you thanked me for seeing the human side of the business. It was very touching.”

“You deserved the recognition,” he replied, his voice rough with restraint.

Vanitha moved with deliberate slowness, stepping between him and the desk until she stood directly before him. Her crimson saree brushed against his knees, the sheer fabric whispering against his trousers.

“The BMW integration team,” she continued, her tone casual though her heart hammered in her chest. “I think we should consider promoting Rick to lead the technical side. He’s been with us since the beginning.”

Selvam nodded, his eyes never leaving her face. “Good choice. He knows the codebase better than anyone.”

“The new office layout is working well,” she said, placing her hands on the desk behind her. “Much more efficient for our executive meetings.”

“Yes,” he agreed, his voice strained. “The privacy is... beneficial.”

Vanitha leaned back against the desk, her body now just inches from his. “So no one can see us from outside?” she asked, her voice dropping to a whisper.

Selvam’s breath caught. “The glass is completely opaque.”

“Completely?” She raised an eyebrow, a playful smile forming on her lips.

He nodded once, his jaw tight with tension.

Without breaking eye contact, Vanitha lowered herself onto his lap. The weight of her body settled against his thighs, her saree pooling between them. She felt him tense beneath her, his hands gripping the armrests.

“And if I do this,” she asked, shifting slightly to find a comfortable position, sitting on his lap, “no one can see?”

Selvam’s eyes darkened, a muscle working in his jaw. “No.. no one can see, ma.”

Vanitha placed her hands on his shoulders, feeling the heat of his body through the thin linen shirt. His heart pounded against her palm, rapid and strong.

“This is still a bad idea,” he said, but his hands moved to her waist, fingers spanning the exposed skin where her saree dipped low.

“I know,” she whispered, leaning closer until her lips brushed his ear. “But I’ve been thinking about you all day, mama.”

His hands tightened on her waist. “We agreed... “

“I know what we agreed,” she interrupted, pulling back to look into his eyes. “But that was before you created this... private space. Before you moved the engineers out. Before you made sure we were alone.”

She shifted her weight, her firm ass pressing down against his thighs as she settled more comfortably onto his lap. The movement was deliberate, a slow nuzzle of her body against his. She felt him tense beneath her, his breath catching in his throat.

“So tell me, mama,” she said, her voice light and teasing, “what exactly do you have planned for me in Switzerland?”

Selvam’s hands remained on her waist, his thumbs tracing small circles against her bare skin. “The partnership meetings, ma. The cultural integration plan. That’s all.”

“Just meetings, mama?” She rocked her hips slightly, a subtle movement that sent heat coursing through her body. “No private dinners? No late... night strategy sessions?”

His fingers tightened against her skin. “We’ll be focused on the business, ma. That’s the priority.”

Vanitha shifted again, and this time she felt it... the unmistakable hardness pressing against her through his trousers. His cock was trapped beneath her, rigid and hot even through the layers of fabric between them. She smiled, a slow, knowing curve of her lips.

“Mama,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, “your mouth says one thing, but something else is telling me a very different story.”

Selvam’s jaw clenched, a muscle working beneath his skin. “That’s a physical reaction, ma. It doesn’t mean anything.”

She pressed down harder, feeling his cock twitch beneath her. “Doesn’t it, mama? Because it feels like it means quite a lot.”

His hands slid from her waist to her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh above the waistband of her saree. “We shouldn’t be doing this, ma.”

“And yet here we are, mama.” She rolled her hips in a slow circle, grinding against his erection. “In your private office. With no one who can see in.”

Selvam’s breathing had gone ragged, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “The Switzerland trip is strictly business, ma. I want to make that clear.”

“Of course it is, mama.” She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest through the sheer fabric of her saree. “Just like this is strictly a discussion about the BMW integration team.”

His eyes darkened, his pupils dilating as he looked up at her. “You’re making this very difficult, ma.”

“I know, mama.” She smiled, feeling powerful in a way that made her skin tingle. “That’s kind of the point.”

Selvam’s hands moved to her lower back, pulling her closer. The motion pressed her ass more firmly against his cock, and she felt him harden even more beneath her.

“We have an agreement, ma,” he said, but his voice had dropped to a rough whisper.

“We do, mama.” She nodded, her lips brushing against his jaw. “And agreements can be renegotiated.”

His hands slid down to her ass, cupping the firm flesh through the thin saree. “This is a terrible idea, ma.”

“The worst, mama.” She pressed her lips to his neck, feeling his pulse race beneath her mouth. “But you built this office. You created this privacy. You moved everyone else out.”

Selvam’s control slipped. His hand moved from her waist to her face, fingers gently tracing the line of her jaw. “Vanitha,” he breathed, her name a prayer on his lips.

Selvam’s phone rang, the sharp sound cutting through the tension like a blade. He jerked back, his hands releasing her as if burned. The spell broke.

“It’s Ashok,” he said, his voice rough as he glanced at the screen. He pushed her from his lap with an involuntary motion, his body responding before his mind could catch up.

Vanitha stumbled to her feet, her saree tangling around her legs. The sudden absence of his warmth left her cold and disoriented.

“Your phone was in your office,” Selvam said, his voice back to professional tones as he answered the call. “He’s been trying to reach you.”

Vanitha’s heart hammered in her chest as she watched Selvam’s expression shift from desire to concern.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Selvam held up one finger, listening intently. His face paled slightly. “How long has she been in pain?” A pause. “Yes, we’ll meet you there.” He ended the call and looked up at her.

“Latha is having abdominal pain,” he said, standing and straightening his shirt. “She’s only four weeks along. Ashok is taking her to the emergency room.”

Vanitha’s stomach dropped. The intimate moment they’d shared suddenly felt trivial, inappropriate.

“I need to go,” she said, already moving toward the door. “Which hospital?”

“Stanford Medical Center. I’ll drive you.” Selvam pressed the button under his desk, and the glass walls returned to transparent. The office suddenly felt exposed, vulnerable.

They walked in silence to the elevator, maintaining careful distance between them. Vanitha’s mind raced with possibilities... miscarriage, complications, danger to Latha. The thought made her feel sick despite her complicated feelings about the pregnancy.

[Gopal Ratnam]

Awesome update. The lovers are back, the child is no more. It means Vanitha going to get pregnant with Selvam child in their switzerland honeymoon

[fuckandforget]

Earlier while traveling in car Vanitha told selvam that she wants to kill Ashok and Latha and mostly latha. Looks like she has mixed something in the food prepared. She or selvam both were not happy when they heard about pregnancy. Selvam don't want to become grandpa and he wants become dad again and give a sibling to Ashok. Vanitha is possessed with Selvam and she does not want to give birth to Ashok child. Will Latha die and Ashok dreams of becoming father will shatter. Will he kill himself knowing he loved Latha more than Vanitha and Vanitha will not give him a child. Interesting turn.

[LustyLeo]

Good one.

Both been in kitchen in the morning says there's something fishy about Latha falling sick. Is this planned meticulously by both in their own way. Vanita trying to get close to selvam and telling him she doesn't fuck with Ashok and confirm she belongs to him completely and selvam plans on office and switzerland tour seems to be surprise package

[kangaani]

Wonderful update

[opheliyaa]

Yazhini is the only one that wants to give birth to selvam child. Having lost her virginity and competition she can't concentrate on her studies anymore. Let selvam show his money power and bring her back

[adams_masala]

Good one.

Both been in kitchen in the morning says there's something fishy about Latha falling sick. Is this planned meticulously by both in their own way. Vanita trying to get close to selvam and telling him she doesn't fuck with Ashok and confirm she belongs to him completely and selvam plans on office and switzerland tour seems to be surprise package

No this is not at all what happened :) it’s not planned.

[Ahimsai Arasan]

While finishing inside Tara, Selvam thought about sibling to Ashok. Did tara got pregnant. Did mohan divorce her. Interesting to read that.

[Ahimsai Arasan]

Yazhini is the only one that wants to give birth to selvam child. Having lost her virginity and competition she can't concentrate on her studies anymore. Let selvam show his money power and bring her back

Yazhini become pregnant and Krishna moorthy and ranganayaki calling Selvam as mapillai would be great fun.

[Ahimsai Arasan]

Bring foursome with summer, jenny and Sandy

[Ahimsai Arasan]

Earlier while traveling in car Vanitha told selvam that she wants to kill Ashok and Latha and mostly latha. Looks like she has mixed something in the food prepared. She or selvam both were not happy when they heard about pregnancy. Selvam don't want to become grandpa and he wants become dad again and give a sibling to Ashok. Vanitha is possessed with Selvam and she does not want to give birth to Ashok child. Will Latha die and Ashok dreams of becoming father will shatter. Will he kill himself knowing he loved Latha more than Vanitha and Vanitha will not give him a child. Interesting turn.

Selvam wants Vanitha
Vanitha wants Ashok properties and selvam 
If child born, all properties will go to that child 
Selvam and Vanitha hate Ashok and Latha for their secret 
It is the reason she wants to kill both
Selvam might help doing this.
They will tell both went back to India 
All Ashok properties will be taken by Vanitha and selvam 
Ashok and Latha will live happily in heaven