Adultery ashwins adventure

[damien123456]

update 36

Ashwin is driving to the village, the noon sun shining down on his car. He hums along to the song playing on the radio, his heart brimming with joy from the playful night spent with Pooja and her friends. A smile lingers on his face as he reminisces about the previous night's events. As he nears the village, his car rolling into the familiar streets, he spots a commotion. A group of men are assaulting an individual who is desperately trying to fend them off. Ashwin brings his vehicle to an abrupt halt when he recognizes the victim as Sonu, who is struggling to defend himself.

Ashwin exits his car to rescue Sonu, who has collapsed at his feet, unable to withstand the assault any longer. Ashwin tries to shield Sonu, shouting for the assailants to back off. However, the thugs turn their aggression towards Ashwin. With no other choice, Ashwin confronts the men attacking Sonu. As he attempts to help Sonu up, one of the attackers shoves Ashwin aside. Seizing a stick from the ground, Ashwin begins to fend off the four men, realizing as he strikes that they are all intoxicated.

Unable to withstand Ashwin's beating, the guys fled the scene at a running pace. Ashwin pursued them for a distance, striking them on the back of their heads, driving them away. He then returned to where Sonu lay and attempted to rouse him. Sonu, with bruises on his face and in pain, struggled to stand. Ashwin helped Sonu to his feet, dbanging Sonu's arm over his shoulder to support him as they moved towards the car. However, Sonu's injuries and inebriated state caused him to stagger, his right leg failing to support him properly.

Radha is in the kitchen, preparing the special fish she bought for Ashwin's noon meal. Ashwin had called her in the morning, saying he would arrive in the village around noon, which is why she's making the food. He had previously mentioned his love for seafood, but since his arrival, he hadn't eaten any fish. That's why she purchased the fish from a seller while on her way to the construction site in the morning. After buying it, she skipped going to the site and got busy preparing the meal for her lover. Once she finished cooking, she tried calling Ashwin, but he was unreachable. Unsure of what was happening, she stepped to the front of the house, mobile in hand, continuously dialing Ashwin's number. Yet, he remained unreachable. So, she sat on the stairs, gazing at the gates, her eyes filled with longing for Ashwin.



Ashwin's car entered the gates around 6 o'clock in the evening, just as the sun was casting its last rays of light across the sky. Radha, who had been waiting for him since noon without eating, was in the backyard lost in thought, pondering Ashwin's absence. She was mindlessly washing clothes until the sound of Ashwin's car honking brought her back to reality. She abruptly stopped what she was doing and hurried to the front of the house. As she arrived and saw Ashwin, she noticed him reaching into the backseat of the car to open it. Radha, who had longed for Ashwin's return, walked quickly to the car. In her heart, she yearned to embrace Ashwin tightly and not let go, having missed him so dearly in just one day.

Radha stood shocked and paralyzed when Ashwin helped Sonu out of the backseat, revealing bruises on his face, a small band-aid on his forehead, and his right arm heavily bandaged by doctors. For a moment, she remained in shock and motionless, then she approached Sonu to get a better look and asked Ashwin what had happened, to which he replied with the details of the incident.

Radha's longing and desire evaporated as she placed her trembling hands on Sonu's collar, shaking him with a mixture of anger and desperation. Her voice quivered, filled with a potent blend of rage towards Sonu and sorrow for their situation.

"What happens? Why are you... like this... always? Who are they to beat you? What have you done to him?" she demanded, her words tumbling out in a rush of emotion.

Sonu, his eyes blazing with contempt, disregarded her plea with zero respect. With one swift motion, he pushed her to the ground, his hand connecting with her shoulder forcefully. Ashwin, standing nearby, rushed to support Sonu as his right leg faltered, still weak from the earlier altercation.

As Radha fell, her body crumpling onto the cold, hard ground, Sonu towered over her. His face contorted into a mask of pure rage, eyes narrowing as he glared down at her prone form. The air around them crackled with tension, thick with unspoken threats and simmering resentment.

"You little swine," Sonu spat, his voice dripping with venom. "How dare you put your hands on me? Did you forget your place, bitch?" The last word came out as a guttural growl, emphasizing the depth of his disdain.

Sonu raised his right leg, intending to deliver a vicious kick to Radha's face. But as he shifted his weight, a sharp pain shot through his injured limb. "Aaahhh!" he mewled, grimacing as the pain forced him to abort the cruel action.

Frustrated by his physical limitation, Sonu's rage only intensified. He looked down at Radha again, his eyes glinting with malice. "Hey, my sister," he sneered, the familial term twisted into an insult, "just give me all this property. After your father's passing, you're just a freebie that comes with it, okay? Don't you dare rise against me." Radha, still on the ground, looked up at Sonu through a veil of tears. Her cheeks glistened with the tracks of her silent weeping, a testament to the emotional torment she endured. In that moment, her gaze shifted to Ashwin, conveying a world of unspoken pain. Her eyes seemed to say, "This is my life," a silent plea for understanding and help.

Ashwin, witnessing this cruel exchange, felt a surge of protective rage course through his veins. His fists clenched involuntarily, every fiber of his being screaming to intervene, to beat Sonu to a pulp for his cruelty. But even as his muscles tensed, ready for action, a voice of reason held him back. This is not the right time, he thought, forcing himself to remain still. Acting now could make things worse for Radha
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The air hung heavy with unresolved tension. Sonu, propped up by Ashwin yet unaware of the other man's internal struggle, continued to loom over Radha. His presence was a dark cloud of malevolence, casting a shadow over the entire scene. Radha remained on the ground, a picture of vulnerability and silent suffering, her eyes still locked with Ashwin's in a wordless exchange of sorrow and compassion.

In this frozen tableau, the true nature of their relationships was laid bare. Sonu, drunk on his perceived power and superiority. Radha, trapped in a cycle of abuse and despair.

 Sonu turned his gaze towards Ashwin, a malicious smile spreading across his face. "Don't feel for this filthy whore," he spat, his words dripping with venom. "She deserves every bit of it."

Ashwin felt a knot forming in his stomach, but he forced himself to maintain a neutral expression. Sonu's hand landed heavily on Ashwin's shoulder, the gesture meant to be brotherly but feeling more like a threat. "Come on, brother," Sonu continued, his voice a mix of pain and bravado. "Help me get to the bed inside." He paused, then turned his attention back to Radha, who was still cowering on the ground. "Get out of my sight, bitch!" he roared, his face contorted with rage.
Ashwin, his head hung low, began to guide Sonu towards the house. As they walked past Radha, Ashwin couldn't bring himself to look at her. The shame and guilt weighed heavily on him, but he dared not show it. Radha remained on the ground, her body wracked with sobs, silently cursing her mother for the life she now found herself trapped in.

As they made their way to the house, Sonu couldn't resist boasting. "Those guys only escaped because you showed up," he declared, his voice thick with false bravado. "If you hadn't intervened, I would've killed them with my bare hands. You should've seen how they cowered under my angry stare!"
Ashwin turned his head to the side, ostensibly to navigate the stairs, but in reality to hide the smirk that threatened to break his composure. He knew the truth - if he hadn't arrived when he did, those men would have finished Sonu off like a stray dog. Sonu was lucky, though he'd never admit it.
"Hey, why are you looking away?" Sonu called out, noticing Ashwin's diverted attention. "Listen, brother - and I mean brother now, not just partner - we need to talk about how to handle these women."

As they entered the bedroom, Ashwin carefully helped Sonu onto the bed. Sonu, now lying down, continued his tirade. "Don't waste your sympathy on that bitch," he growled. "Women like her are nothing but flesh to be used. We have to treat them this way, or they'll start thinking they can stand up to us. You understand, right?"
Ashwin nodded mechanically, his jaw clenched tight to prevent any words of disagreement from escaping. "I'll go fetch the medicines the doctor prescribed," he managed to say, eager for a moment of respite from Sonu's toxic presence.
But Sonu wasn't finished. With a wave of his hand, he gestured for liquor. "Forget those useless pills," he scoffed. "Bring me some real medicine - the kind that burns going down."

"The doctor said no alcohol for a while," Ashwin replied, trying to keep his voice neutral.
Sonu's eyes narrowed. "Since when do we listen to doctors? They always say that crap. We do what we want, remember? Now go get me that bottle."
Ashwin hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Okay, if you insist," he said,

Ashwin left the room, his face contorted with bitter anger. Sonu's name escaped his lips in a venomous whisper as he rushed towards Radha. He found her still sitting on the ground, legs folded, face buried in her hands. Her shoulders shook violently, a clear sign of her uncontrollable sobs. Sensing Ashwin's presence behind her, Radha remained motionless, deliberately ignoring him. The sting of his perceived inaction in defending her honor cut deep. "Radha," Ashwin called out, his voice dripping with concern. When she didn't respond, he gently placed his palm on her shoulder. "Radha, please," he tried again, his tone a mixture of love and desperation.
With a sudden jerk, Radha shrugged his hand off, her anger palpable in the gesture. Undeterred, Ashwin sat behind her, enveloping her trembling form with his presence. He placed both hands on her shoulders, his touch firm yet tender. "Hey, come on, my love. Don't be like this," he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. In one swift motion, he pulled her onto his lap, cradling her like a precious, wounded bird.

Radha's resistance crumbled. She buried her face in his chest, her right hand balled into a fist, pounding against him with each sob. "Why didn't you... Why didn't you..." she cried, her words muffled against his shirt. Ashwin held her tighter, his heart breaking with each of her sobs. "I understand, my love. I know how you feel," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "But I couldn't do anything right then. It's not that I don't want to punish Sonu for what he did to you."
He took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. "Think about it, Radha. If I had hit Sonu right there, he could have created a scene. "He could have told everyone that I'm a stranger meddling in a marital affair. We can't afford to give him that leverage," he said. "He might even tarnish your reputation in the village by claiming we're having an affair," he added, his tone now teasing, implying the truth of it. Radha looked at him, her eyes searching for hope. "But I won't let that happen. I don't want you to be the subject of gossip in the tea shops or the fields. Please understand, Radha," he urged, his voice now suggestive and full of promise.

Radha's sobs quieted as she listened, her fist now clutching his shirt instead of hitting him. "But I promise you this," Ashwin continued, his voice low and intense. "I'm not going to let Sonu get away with this. What he did to you... he'll pay for it. Just not right now. We need to be smart about this."
For a moment, they sat in silence, the weight of his words hanging between them. Then, slowly, Radha lifted her head from his chest. Her eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, met his. There was a flicker of understanding in them, mixed with lingering anger and hurt.

"Okay," she whispered, her voice hoarse from crying. Without another word, she disentangled herself from his embrace and stood up.  Ashwin watched as she walked away, her steps heavy with unresolved emotion. Her anger was evident in the stiff set of her shoulders and the purposeful stride of her legs. As his eyes involuntarily traced the sway of her hips, a familiar warmth stirred within him, mingling uncomfortably with his concern and the gravity of the situation. He remained seated, conflicting emotions warring within him – worry for Radha, anger at Sonu, and a deep, burning desire to make Sonu to pay for his deed.

As the day begins to fade and the sun slowly descends toward the horizon, Ashwin makes his way to his car. The warm glow of the evening light casts a serene ambiance around him. He opens the car door and retrieves the liquor bottle he had purchased earlier for his friend Sonu. With the bottle in hand, he heads toward the house, his mind filled with thoughts of the evening ahead.

Upon reaching the house, Ashwin notices Radha, who is quietly weeping. She stands just inside, peeking at her husband through the partly opened door. Her sorrow is palpable, and Ashwin can feel the weight of her emotions as he gazes at her back, standing silently in the doorway. He instinctively hides the bottle and glass behind him, sensing that Radha might turn around at any moment.

As if on cue, Radha turns to face him. Her eyes, glistening with tears, reflect her anger and disappointment toward her husband. In her emotional turmoil, she fails to notice the liquor bottle Ashwin is concealing. With a heavy heart and watery eyes, she brushes past him and heads toward the kitchen, seeking solace in the familiar surroundings. After a moment of hesitation, Ashwin walks into Sonu's room. He places the liquor bottle carefully in front of Sonu, who is lounging comfortably. The sight of the bottle ignites a spark of desire in Sonu's eyes. He licks his lips with anticipation, clearly excited about the prospect of enjoying the drink.

Sonu: Wow, thank you, brother.

Ashwin: Hey, don't drink too much of it, okay? It's not good for your health, just like the doctor said. Never drink alcohol, okay?

Sonu: Oh, you care for me, thank you for that. He touched his chest with his palm and said, "You just touched me here, brother," his tone teasing and mocking Ashwin.

Ashwin: I just said what the doctor said. His tone is now tense.

Sonu: Sorry, sir, I didn't mean to upset you, okay?

Ashwin: "Ok, drink just three rounds," Ashwin agrees and then walks to the door to leave the room.

Sonu: "Sir, a little help with the bottle?" Ashwin turns to see Sonu struggling to open the bottle. Ashwin quickly walks over, takes the bottle from Sonu's hand, opens it, and pours the drink into the glass. His face shows irritation, but he assists Sonu. Then he asks, "Anything else, Sonu?" To which Sonu replies, "Side dish, sir." Without responding, Ashwin leaves the room to fetch a side dish for Sonu.

Ashwin entered the kitchen to fetch something for Sonu and found Radha washing the pots. Then, he was greeted by the heavenly aroma of fish, prompting a delighted expression as he inhaled deeply. He approached the stove, locating the source of the scent, and transferred the fish onto another plate. Radha, hearing the clatter of plates, turned to see Ashwin's actions.

Radha: "What are you doing?" she inquired from her position.

Ashwin: "Well, Sonu needs something to accompany his drink as a side dish."

This infuriated Radha; she swiftly approached Ashwin and snatched the plate of fish from his hands.

Radha: "If that stray dog wants something to aid his filthy drinking, give him some trash. Why are you taking this? This is a special fish I prepared for you. I can't stand the thought of him having it," she declared angrily.

Ashwin: "What did you say?" he asked softly, gazing at her lovingly.

Radha: "What?" she responded, her tone laced with confusion.

Ashwin: "Did you make this for me, my love?" he asked tenderly. Radha looked down, her shyness evident, as she had intended to surprise Ashwin with the fish she cooked, but Sonu's arrival had led to an unexpected turn of events.

Ashwin: "my love"

Ashwin gently approached Radha, taking the plate from her hand and setting it aside on the stove. The soft clatter of the plate against the metal surface echoed in the quiet kitchen, but the sound was quickly swallowed by the palpable tension in the air. He tenderly grasped her palm, drawing her closer to him, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin. Despite her shyness, she kept her gaze lowered, her cheeks flushed with a delicate hue that only deepened the allure of the moment.

Ashwin lifted her chin with his finger, his touch feather-light yet firm, encouraging her to meet his eyes. When their gazes finally locked, the world around them faded into a blur. His eyes were filled with a potent mix of love, desire, and longing, emotions that seemed to swirl and dance between them like a gentle breeze. In response, Radha smiled affectionately, a soft, hesitant smile that lit up her face and made Ashwin's heart race.

His hand glided from her palm to her wrist, then to her waist, where he felt her warmth seep into him, igniting a fire that had long been smoldering. Gradually, his hand moved to her back, fingers splayed against the fabric of her blouse, and Radha responded with a deep breath, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm that matched the quickening beat of his heart. They shared a moment of silent connection, gazing into each other's eyes, each lost in the depths of the other's soul.

The air was thick with unspoken words, and Ashwin felt an overwhelming urge to pull her closer, to envelop her in his embrace. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly, his hand traveling from her hip to her upper back and neck, moving slowly and delicately to savor her warmth. The sensation of her body against his was intoxicating, and he leaned in closer, his breath mingling with hers, the space between them shri
nking to nothing.

But just as he felt the moment reaching its peak, she unexpectedly pushed him away, her hands pressing against his chest with a mix of surprise and uncertainty. The sudden shift in energy was jarring, and Ashwin's heart sank as he looked into her eyes, searching for understanding. Radha's expression was a blend of confusion and vulnerability, as if she were grappling with the intensity of their connection and the fear of what it might mean.

"Wait," she whispered, her voice barely a whisper, as she stepped back. "I'm angry with you, Ashu, not now," she said, looking him in the eye, her face a tumult of confusion, desire, and anger. "What? Why... my love?" Ashwin asked, his words stumbling. Radha raised her right hand, palm out in a stopping gesture, and said, "You know why, Ashu." Ashwin opened his mouth to speak, but Sonu's voice interrupted, "Ashwin sir, what took you so long?" Ashwin turned his face towards the wall behind which Sonu sat in his bed, waiting for Ashwin's arrival. Ashwin's face showed his irritation at Sonu as he turned back to see Radha, who wore an angry expression and said, "So, you're here to take a side dish for him, right? Take it and leave. Don't talk to me." With that, she turned to the washbasin, her anger evident as she threw the plates in, creating a clattering sound. Her whole body shook with fury. Ashwin watched all this with longing in his eyes for a moment, then he took another plate, added some tangy pickles from the kitchen, and left for Sonu.

After finishing her work, Radha left the kitchen for the backyard to refresh herself. On her way, she passed by Sonu's bedroom and glanced inside. There, she saw Ashwin and Sonu chatting while Ashwin poured liquor for Sonu. Radha's anger towards Ashwin grew; she muttered curses at him from the backyard. "Why is he giving the dog liquor? What are you doing, Ashwin? Sonu is a dog," she thought to herself while standing in the backyard.

Meanwhile, in the dimly lit room, Sonu, upon noticing Ashwin entering with a plate brimming with an assortment of pickles, couldn't help but think to himself, "What is this, sir? Is this all she could manage to prepare?" His frustration bubbled over, and he began to scold Radha in hushed tones, his irritation palpable. The thought of confronting her for her lack of effort gnawed at him, and he attempted to rise from the bed, intent on going to confront her physically for not fulfilling her duties as a wife. However, Ashwin, sensing the brewing storm, gently urged him to remain seated, reminding him that it would not be wise to act on his anger at that moment. As he poured a generous amount of liquor into a glass for Sonu, he hoped to diffuse the tension in the air.

As Sonu's gaze fell upon the glass filled with liquor, the anger that had initially consumed him began to dissipate. He abandoned the idea of confronting Radha and instead shifted his focus to drinking and engaging in light-hearted conversation with Ashwin. Through their casual banter, Ashwin gleaned that Sonu had been mistreating Radha from the very beginning of their marriage. It became evident that Sonu harbored a negative opinion of her, viewing her as inadequate and unworthy. His anger towards Radha intensified, particularly because she had allowed Ashwin to enter into a partnership deal without first consulting him, which he perceived as a betrayal. However, the respect and camaraderie that Ashwin extended towards him, coupled with the soothing effects of the liquor, began to ease Sonu's agitation.

As the conversation flowed, Ashwin's understanding of the dynamics between Sonu and Radha deepened. He realized that Sonu's behavior was rooted in insecurity and a desire for control. With this newfound insight, Ashwin began to formulate a plan in his mind, one that would allow him to manipulate the situation to his advantage. As Sonu neared the bottom of his glass, Ashwin seized the opportunity to suggest that he should have a small meal and take the medicine that had been prescribed by the doctor. He pointed out that Sonu had been neglecting the doctor's advice, saying, "Sonu, you may choose to drink against his recommendations, but at the very least, you should take your medicine." This statement struck a chord with Sonu, who, in his inebriated state, felt a flicker of appreciation for Ashwin's concern.

In a tipsy voice, Sonu responded, "How sweet of you, sir. You actually care for me, while the woman I gave my life to by marrying her doesn't seem to care at all." His words were laced with bitterness, revealing the depth of his resentment towards Radha. In a moment of misguided affection, Sonu attempted to embrace Ashwin, but Ashwin deftly sidestepped the gesture, maintaining a professional distance. Instead, he handed Sonu a plate of food along with the prescribed medicines, ensuring that he would consume them despite his intoxicated state. In his haze, Sonu failed to notice that Ashwin had slipped him five pills instead of the four that the doctor had instructed him to take.

After swallowing the pills, Sonu reclined back onto the bed, seeking rest and respite from the day's events. Ashwin observed him with a knowing smile, a sense of satisfaction washing over him as he contemplated the unfolding situation. He thought to himself, "Sonu, tonight your wife is going to deliver a punishment that you will not soon forget, all under my command." A creepy smirk crept across Ashwin's face as he quietly exited the room.

Ashwin steps out to check his car, realizing he left his gear inside. After retrieving it, he heads back to his room, pausing to admire Radha in the backyard. Captivated for a moment, he then grabs a towel and heads outside to freshen up. As he approaches, Radha enters the house, ignoring him. Ashwin reaches out, holding her wrist as she passes by. Her face, marked with anger, commands him to let go. "Leave me, Ashu," she says. The sight of Radha's reddening face, more beautiful in her fury, stirs something within him. He releases her, requesting dinner arrangements with a term of endearment before departing to refresh himself.

After refreshing himself and changing into his nightshirt, Ashwin comes to the dining area off the hall where Radha has made the arrangements. The aroma of the cooked fish is so inviting. Ashwin, taking his seat, exclaims, "Wow, what a delightful smell!" His tone teases Radha, who now sits opposite him, looking at him with anger in her eyes, yet she doesn't refrain from serving him the meal. Ashwin, after mixing the cooked rice with the fish masala, takes a handful and smells the food before taking a bite. "Wow, this is the tastiest fish masala I've ever had in my life!" he declares. For the second bite, he reaches his hand towards Radha's mouth, but she stops him, placing her hand over his, and says firmly, "No, you eat first," her tone still angry.

Ashwin inquired why she was angry with him, to which she replied, "Not now, Ashu." Ashwin, shaking the rice off his finger, declared, "If you don't eat with me, I won't eat at all." He attempted to stand, but Radha placed her right hand on his knees to halt him, pleading, "Please, Ashu, I made this for you; don't waste it." Her tone was a blend of care and anger. Ashwin responded firmly, "I will only eat if you eat with me."


With hesitation, she agreed, and they proceeded to have their dinner together. Ashwin took one bite and Radha took the other. After finishing the meal, Ashwin went to wash his hands, but Radha did not follow suit. When Ashwin returned to the hall, he found the place clean. Radha had taken all the plates and pots to the kitchen. Upon hearing the cluttering of plates, Ashwin entered the kitchen and found Radha there. He hugged her tightly as his hard member was poking her flesh ass.

Ashwin: My dear, I apologize, but you are aware that I cannot behave in the manner you desire. His tone was gentle and soothing.

Radha: Please leave me be, Ashu. I am currently upset with you.

Ashwin: Radha, I have missed you immensely in just this one day. With that, his hands began to wander across her abdomen, feeling her warmth. Radha gasped as she sensed his arousal and the warmth of his breath against her ear. Suddenly, an idea struck her; she understood what Ashwin desired. If she intended to teach him a lesson, she would need to withhold what he sought.

Radha: Ashwin, I am quite upset with you, but the moment you apologize and embrace me like this, I find it difficult to maintain my anger. She smoothly turned to face Ashwin, their eyes locking. Ashwin leaned in to kiss her, but she halted him by placing her palm over his mouth. Without breaking their gaze, she said, "Ashu, I have prepared something special for you with this unique fish masala."

Ashwin: What is it, my love? His eyes widened with curiosity.

Radha: I cannot reveal it just yet, but I can show you if you go to our bedroom and wait there for a moment. Each word she spoke was filled with assurance, and Ashwin found himself captivated by her. He proceeded to his room to await her arrival.

After five minutes, Radha entered the room. Ashwin was seated on the bed, his eyes fixed on the door, filled with joy at her presence. However, she had not changed her attire as he had anticipated. He shifted his legs to stand, but Radha gently stopped him with her soothing words. "Ashu, no, you must remain seated and watch me, alright?"

Ashwin: But my love, I am eager for my special evening.

Radha: You are about to witness something extraordinary, Ashu. With that, she gracefully removed her saree from her chest. Ashwin was taken aback by her appearance; for a man, the sight of a woman partially uncovered is often more enticing than complete nudity. As she covered certain areas, her exposed skin became increasingly alluring. She moved her chest, capturing Ashwin's gaze, and began to caress her breasts with her palms. Slowly and smoothly, she glided her hands from her chest down to her belly and then to her backside. Ashwin felt a surge of desire as her movements intensified his arousal. 

She continued this captivating display at the doorstep for a while, enticing him further. As she tossed her saree aside, she turned to present her backside, playfully wiggling it in a manner that he found irresistible. This seductive performance continued, leaving Ashwin spellbound by her unexpected allure. His arousal became almost painful, and then, without warning, she picked up her saree from the floor, which Ashwin had not noticed as she danced. 

She then asked, "Ashu, do you want this?" as she dbangd the saree over her shoulder. With deliberate slowness, she lifted her petticoat, revealing her white, enticing calves, moving up to her knees. Ashwin swallowed hard, captivated by her every motion. She paused, allowing him to admire her bare thigh. In a state of heightened desire, Ashwin remarked, "Radha, you have such enticing thighs. Come to me." 

She responded, "Do you want me, my love?" He affirmed, "Yes." She continued, "Do you wish to kiss these thighs?" He replied, "Yes." She teased, "Do you want to take me to bed?" To which he eagerly responded, "Yes." With each question, Ashwin's desire escalated. "Ashu, do you want to make love to me desperately?" he answered affirmatively, "Yes, yes, yes. Come to me." 

She playfully challenged him, asking if he truly wanted her, assuring him he would not leave until dawn. He insisted, "Yes, yes, yes, baby, come to me now." Standing firm, he was ready to act, but she suddenly closed the door, leaving him in suspense.

Radha hurried to her bedroom, where Sonus was sleeping, blissfully unaware of the unfolding situation. Ashwin room was dimly lit, casting soft shadows that danced across the walls, but Radha was nowhere to be seen. All that met Ashwin's gaze was a closed door, its surface smooth and unyielding. A smile crept across Ashwin's face as he assumed it was a playful act by Radha, a little game they often played to keep the spark alive in their relationship. 

With a burst of energy, he dashed after her, his heart racing with excitement. He reached the door just in time to see Radha's hand poised to lock it. Acting swiftly, he placed his palm against the door, preventing it from closing completely. 

"My love, come to me. Don't tease me now; I need you desperately," he implored, his voice a mix of urgency and affection.

Radha's laughter echoed softly in the hallway, a sound that sent a thrill through him. "No, Ashu, you must endure this alone, just as I have," she replied playfully, her tone light but her eyes sparkling with mischief. Despite her words, she was unable to shut the door as Ashwin held it open, their playful banter creating an electric tension in the air.

"Let me close the door," she insisted, her voice taking on a mock-seriousness that only made Ashwin grin wider.

"Alright, baby," he responded, his playful demeanor shifting as he gently pushed her back against the door, feeling the warmth of her body against his. The moment hung in the air, charged with anticipation. Before either could fully comprehend the situation, they found themselves tumbling to the floor in a flurry of laughter and surprise. 

Radha lay on her back, her hair splayed out like a dark halo around her head, while Ashwin found himself positioned above her, their faces mere inches apart. The door stood ajar, just a foot away, a silent witness to their playful struggle, while Sonus remained peacefully sleeping in his bed, oblivious to the chaos unfolding just outside his dreams.

For a heartbeat, time seemed to freeze. Ashwin's breath caught in his throat as he looked down at Radha, her eyes wide with surprise, then narrowing into a playful glare. "You really think you can just pin me down like this?" she teased, her voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down his spine.

"Maybe I can.