Adultery ashwins adventure

[damien123456]

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              After waving Ashwin goodbye, Radha went inside her house and called her sister Pooja over for breakfast. She arranged the plates for them and, while waiting for Pooja to arrive, she went to her room where her husband Sonu was sleeping. Standing in the doorway, she looked at his bruised face and the injuries visible on his body, his clothes disheveled. She thought he was sleeping like this because of the medicine and the drink he had last night, unaware that Ashwin had slipped sleeping pills into his drink to ensure he wouldn’t disturb their carnal activity the previous night. Radha sighed, a mix of sadness and relief filling her as Sonu did not wake. She wondered why her life had turned out this way—if she had a good husband, why would she need an affair? Sonu had ruined her life. Lost in these thoughts, she suddenly heard Pooja’s footsteps at the front door. As Pooja entered the house, Radha quickly wiped away the tears forming in her eyes with the end of her saree and smiled at her sister. Pooja, aware of her sister’s situation, forced a smile in return.


Radha: Hey, come on, Pooja, let’s have breakfast.  

Pooja: I’ve been waiting for this for so long! I think it’s been 60 days since I last ate your handmade food, sister.  

Radha: Go and wash your hands first, she said, as Pooja hurried towards the food.  

Pooja: Oh, okay.  

Radha served food on plates for herself and Pooja. After washing her hands, Pooja came back, sat down, and inhaled the aroma of the food. She said no one could beat her elder sister Radha when it came to cooking. She grabbed the fried potatoes, her favorite dish made by Radha, and said the smell was amazing. The sisters started chatting while eating their breakfast, discussing many things like the farm’s yield, the latest village gossip, and their relatives who had poisoned their mother’s mind into marrying Radha to her maternal uncle Sonu. They also talked about how Sonu had turned out to be.  

Even after finishing their breakfast, Radha wanted to talk to Pooja about Ashwin’s help. However, when Pooja brought up their relatives who ignored them after their mother’s death and her hatred for Sonu, now her husband, Radha hesitated. The only thing keeping her with Sonu was tradition and her responsibility to support Pooja financially for her studies or job aspirations. So, Radha didn’t mention Ashwin’s offer but kept it in mind.  

After breakfast, Radha started cleaning while Pooja received a call from her friend Sameera and went outside to talk.  

The phone call conversation

Sameera: Hey Pooja, how are you?

Pooja: No change in the last 12 hours, Sameera. What is it? Why are you calling me?

Sameera: Hey, like we discussed through some online portals and from our friends, I’ve been looking for a house for us to stay, but the rent is high in the areas we’ve been considering.

Pooja: If the rent is high, why don’t we look at some outer parts of town? I mean, places where rent is lower, or we could consider some working women’s hostels in the city too.

Sameera: No chance about the hostel. I’ve stayed in them during my college and college days, but not now, Pooja. (Sameera’s voice is firm in tone.)

Pooja: It’s nothing like that, okay? We need a place to stay in the city as we work. If it’s a hostel, we’ll feel secure there. If it’s a house, it should be in a familiar area or near known people.

Sameera: Don’t be afraid, Pooja. We can manage, okay? I’m looking at some posh apartment flats now, you know.

Pooja: Those kinds of places will cost more rent. We can’t afford it, okay?

Sameera: Don’t worry about it. We can manage. We still have time; I think we have another six days.

Pooja: Only six days, Sameera? We need to act fast! I want us to be the first ones to approach the offices or interview venues among this year’s B.Com graduates. You know me—I don’t have many connections, which is why I’m anxious.

Sameera: I understand, Pooja. You know me too. Even though I enquired through my ex-boyfriends and some friends, they’re willing to help, but the rent is higher, like you said. If we get a house farther from the city center, it will add travel time and expenses. I have something in mind, though. Could you hear me out?

Pooja: What?

Sameera: Why don't we ask Ashwin about a rented house?

Pooja: No, I won’t do that.

Sameera: Hey, don’t talk rubbish, okay? We just need his help. Just ask him; he could help us find a good home.

Pooja: I don’t want any help from him.

Sameera: Why do you hate him? What did he do?

Pooja: No, it’s nothing like that. I just said I don’t need his help.

Sameera: Hey Pooja, right now we really need someone to help us. He knows us well, so there’s nothing wrong with asking for his help. Just ask him, okay?

Pooja: I don’t like this, but what you said is right. Let me ask him when he’s home.

Sameera: What? He’s not home now? Then where is he?

Pooja: He went to the construction site. He left in the morning and will be back in the evening. So, wait, let me ask him then.

Sameera: Okay, Pooja. I hope you’ll give me good news. With that, she ended the call. After the phone call, Pooja wandered around the front yard, thinking about how to ask Ashwin for help.

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Now Pooja and Radha were sitting in the shade of a mango tree, the same spot where Radha and Ashwin fucked  at full moon night. After completing a full round of the farm, the sisters rested there. Pooja admired her sister's hard work in the field, which had yielded great results. After strolling through the farm, they finally reached the mango tree's shade. With the sun beating down hard at midday, they decided to avoid the sunlight and take a good rest under the tree.

Radha thought it was the perfect time to speak, so she started the conversation.

Radha: Hey Pooja, what’s next?

Pooja: Next is to rest here for a while, then go to the house, have a full lunch, come back to this spot, and nap on this wooden cot between noon and evening—that’s my plan! she said playfully.

Radha smiled at her sister, enjoying her playfulness. She said, “Hey, that’s enough, okay? What are you going to do next? When are you planning to start your job, as you mentioned?”

Pooja: Why? What’s the reason behind my sister’s intention to get me to leave the house in one day? I have a fair share in this property, Radha. I’ll stay here as long as I want, okay? Her playful tone hadn’t left.

Radha: Hey, you can stay here as long as you want, okay? Now tell me, did you get any job offers, or do you have to go there and look for companies or offices? Or were you selected in any campus interview?

Pooja: Hey, relax! Ask one question at a time. Don’t stack them like bricks. Catch your breath for a while.

Radha: Okay, now tell me, what is it?

Pooja: Well...

Radha: Haan, start with the campus interview. Was there any on-campus interview?

Pooja: Well, yes, Radha. There were some on-campus interviews, and I attended many of them. I got selected for a few.

Radha: Oh, that’s great! So finally, my sister got her dream job.


Pooja: Let me finish first, okay? I got some offer letters, but none of them meet my needs or my dream. I want to work in a place where I can excel in accounts and IT-related fields, but I received offers for bank jobs or front office roles, and I don’t want them.

Radha: So, you’re going to search for your dream job?

Pooja: Yes.

Radha: Why don’t you take one of the offers you have, like the private bank job? From there, you can study for government exams and crack them if you prepare well. I know you’re very talented.

Pooja: I can, Radha, but I don’t want to.

Radha: Then what is it you want?

Pooja: You know, Radha, even though we have acres of land in this village, our family has always struggled financially. Outsiders might think our farm produces well, but we know about the many loans we have to repay. Our father takes loans for seeding and harvesting, and farming often means taking loans and repaying them after the harvest. I don’t want that kind of life in the future. I want a luxurious life where, when I enter a shop—whether it’s for clothes or jewelry—I can buy what I want without worrying about the price tag. That’s what I want.
 
Radha: So, what’s on your mind? Tell me, I’ll help if I can.

Pooja: Just give me enough money to survive until I get what I want, Radha. That’s enough. I’ll leave for the town next week. Sameera, you know her, and I have decided to rent a house and stay there while we look for jobs.

Radha: So, this is your plan, right?

Pooja: Yes.

Radha: How many days will it take for you to land your dream job or a job that helps you excel and pays the salary you seek?  Pooja didn’t reply but looked at her sister’s face. Radha continued: Let me tell you something, Pooja. Ashwin is here at our house, and we are business partners in his new venture. He said he’s an auditor. Why don’t we ask for his help? Before Radha could finish, Pooja interrupted and said, “I don’t want his help.” Unbothered by her sister’s words, Radha continued: Come on, Pooja, hear me out. He’s an auditor. He might have an office in the town or know someone who does. Through his reference, you could get a job like you want. I know you want to become an auditor like him. Your sister Radha can’t do that for you, but if you listen to me now, you could work in an auditor’s office and develop your talent just as you want. Pooja remained silent, but Radha went on.
He seems to be a good person too. I know you don’t like him, but he’s just a business partner. Okay, let me ask him. Pooja, I want the best life for you, you know that. This time, Radha’s voice softened to show her love for her sister, Pooja.

Radha: Pooja, if he comes home this evening, I can speak to him for you. All I need is your approval—is that okay with you? 

As Radha gazes at her sister, seeking her response, Pooja remains fixated on the ground. While Radha converses with her, Pooja's mind is overwhelmed with the words exchanged between her and Sameera. These thoughts swirl in her head as she prepares to address Radha. Turning towards her, she feels Radha's hand resting on the back of her neck. However, before Pooja can utter a word, a loud voice interrupts her: "Hey.....you......Radha....whore.....where.... are... you?"


Sonu woke up yelling, still lying in bed. The beatings he endured and the pill Ashwin gave him left him feeling dizzy in the morning. He wanted to get out of bed, but his dizziness made it impossible. Needing help, he called out for his wife, but she wasn’t in the house. She was at the farm and couldn’t hear him. It was only on his fourth and fifth attempts that his loud yelling finally reached the sisters.

Radha: Finally, he's awake. 

Pooja: So what? 

Radha: I need to go before his yelling reaches outside the farm. Let me see what this rascal wants. 

With that, Radha hurried toward the house. She didn't go because she feared him but because she wanted him out of the house and away from her time with Pooja.

Meanwhile, Pooja strolled through the farm, her mind swirling with thoughts. Had she asked Ashwin about her job or a place to stay? If she did, would he truly help her? And if that happened, and she somehow ended up under his wing in his office, could she maintain her distance from him? Even if it was his friend's office, would that change anything? Her mind was consumed by these thoughts, unable to settle on a single decision.

Inside the house, 

Radha quickly enters and heads straight to the bedroom. She sees her husband struggling to get up, his yelling continuing until she steps into the room. He sits on the bed, balancing himself with one hand as dizziness takes over, assuming it’s from the drink he had the night before, unaware that Ashwin is behind this. When he spots Radha, he hurls abusive words at her for not being there to serve him like a dutiful wife.

After an hour, Radha arrives at the farm. This time, Pooja is sitting on the wooden cot she brought from the motor room and placed under the shade of the big mango tree, waiting for her sister's return. She spots Radha emerging from the house in the distance. From afar, Pooja notices Radha wiping her eyes, and as Radha comes closer, she forces a smile onto her face.

Pooja: "What happened? That rascal is up to something, isn't he?" Her tone echoed her hatred for Sonu.

Radha: "Hey, tell me, what do you think? Have you decided about seeking Ashwin's help?" she asked, but her voice lacked the enthusiasm it had an hour ago.

Pooja: "I'll decide on it, but tell me what's happened inside. Did he hit you? Why is he bruised and injured? Did his craziness go too far?"

Radha: "Pooja, my life is..." Radha paused, struggling to find the words.

Pooja: "Come on, Radha, tell me the truth. What happened?" Her tone was firmer, leaving no room for delay. Pooja stared straight into Radha's face, waiting for an answer. Without saying anything, Radha sobbed and shook her head. Her hand moved to her face, brushing her cheek as tears began to fall. 

Pooja stood up from the cot and placed her hands on her sister's shoulders. "Hey, Radha, what's wrong? Come, come. Let's sit and talk." With that, she sat Radha down on the cot and settled beside her. Pooja wrapped an arm around Radha's shoulders, letting her rest her head there as she sobbed in pain.

Pooja: "Radha, calm down. Tell me, what is it?" Her voice is filled with concern and love for Radha.

Radha, who sobbed for a while, started explaining what happened yesterday. She told how Sonu entered the farm bruised and injured. When she approached to ask what had happened, he pushed her to the ground and spoke very ill and low of her. Even now, as he struggles to sit up in bed, Radha helps him, takes him to the bathroom, and serves him food. Yet, that doesn't stop him from hurling abusive words at her. She just gave him his medicine and made him rest in bed again. Pooja was about to stand up in anger, but Radha stopped her, adjusted herself on the cot, rested her head on Pooja's lap, and said, "Pooja, this is not the life I wanted, but it is mine now. We have no support after Dad's death, and Mommy let her brother into our house, thinking he would help us. But this thug acts like a good guy in front of our mother, and now you see the cost of Mommy believing her brother. It's not just yesterday—his behavior has changed. Nowadays, he drinks too much and takes loans from several men in the village, claiming that the construction of the production unit on our land by Ashwin is his. He wants the FD we put in the bank. He has been nudging me for that money for months, but I haven't given it to him, only enough to buy liquor and stay out of the house. Pooja, I don't want your life to be like this. I want the best for you. I won't force you now, but think about it. Pooja, I am looking for a good answer from you."

Pooja's heart burned with anger toward Sonu, and she never hesitated to speak against him. However, every time she tried in the past, Radha stopped her, reminding her that he was the only male in house and their maternal uncle. This only fueled Pooja's hatred for him even more. Now, she has decided that for both herself and Radha, she needs to act. She plans to take her sister to the town and give her the good life she deserves.

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The day went by as usual for Ashwin, and now he is heading back home. He feels happy since the work at the construction site is nearing completion, and within the next month, the machines and equipment for production will need to be installed in the first production unit. As he drives, thoughts of how to manage everything and Pooja's words about his offering help run through his mind. It is dusk, and the setting sun's rays provide just enough light, though not for much longer. Coming from the opposite direction, Kavita rides her two-wheeler with a bundle of grass tied to the backseat of her TVS 50. Ashwin notices her, and she sees him too, but she has no intention of talking to him. In their previous encounters, Ashwin often flirted and teased her, which Kavita secretly enjoyed, though she always tried to maintain some distance from him.

Kavita has some feelings for Ashwin, but they aren't very strong.As they were about to cross each other, a pack of dogs chasing a female dog in heat suddenly caused her to dart across the road without warning. Ashwin and Kavita managed to stop their vehicles just in time, but the sudden braking caused a tie to loosen, sending a bundle tumbling to the ground. Despite her vehicle falling onto the road, Kavita managed to stay on her feet after swerving to avoid the chaos. Ashwin immediately opened his door when he saw Kavita in that condition.

Ashwin: "Whoa! I thought some street dogs were darting across the road, but it turned out to be a wildcat with its aggressive riding," he said with a grin.

Kavita: "Hello, mister city-guy, be careful. The dogs might run from such a big car, but the wildcat can scratch it if it's neither feared nor provoked," she teased back with equal playfulness.

Then Ashwin knelt down and lifted the vehicle as Kavita adjusted her saree around her chest. Ashwin remarked, "Point noted! Next time I spot this flying grass bundle, I'll assume the queen of the village is making her royal entrance." With that, he fully lifted the vehicle. Kavita went to prepare the rope, heading toward the bundle in the middle of the road. Noticing the tie had come loose, she bent down to tighten it.

Ashwin stands opposite her, the sun to their side, its dying rays casting a warm glow over them. As she adjusts the tie around the bundle, her hands move swiftly, causing her body to shake slightly. Her saree shifts subtly on her chest, revealing a glimpse of her cleavage illuminated by the golden sunlight, an image that leaves Ashwin momentarily mesmerized. As she finishes tying the bundle, she looks up at Ashwin. Caught off guard, he turns his gaze to the setting sun and says, "You know, this bundle isn’t the only thing that looks fresh and full—it’s something that hangs." Confused, she asks, "Hangs what?" He responds with a soft smile, "Well, look at the setting sun. It’s like it’s hung between the clouds."

Ashwin turned and bent to help Kavita lift the bundle and place it in the backseat. He helped her, but his eyes wandered over her body, lingering on her exposed tummy and the side view of her breast, focusing more on her cleavage. Kavita tossed the rope to him to tie the bundle tightly. As he finished, he said, "It seems like you have the world's strongest transport system." 

Kavita smiled, "I think yes, not just strong but my partner in crime. This one never lets me down. You know your four-wheeler can't do half of what me and my bike can."

Ashwin chuckled, "I see. Then my car bumper is safe. Your bike has perfect braking, but it seems... you know, your attitude levels up every time we meet."

Kavita laughed, "You're no less either. I see you roaming the village in the mornings. What catches the attention of this city-born guy in this little village?"

Ashwin sighed deeply, looked at her, and said, "Many things—the sunrise, sunset, hot coffee in the morning, bike riders with grass wings on their backs, and sometimes... a cute wildcat."

Kavita: Hmm, you may find many good things like coffee, good food, and more, but the rider with wings is tough to catch since they’re always busy and occupied with work.

Ashwin: Well, the busy workaholic ones have always been my weakness because they’re tough to handle.

Kavita: Oh, then fine. Next time, you’ll see the power of the real rider because you’ll be the one pressing the brakes.

Ashwin: Next time, I won’t press the brakes. Let’s see what happens. With that, he steps aside to make way for Kavita.

Kavita departs with a playful smile on her face, while Ashwin remains standing for a moment as she leaves. He rubs his crotch over his pants, recalling her cleavage. Then he speaks to himself, Well, well... the wild cat is ferocious, but how ferocious it if it rides me.



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It's the beginning of the night, and the moon casts its warm glow over the front yard. The scent of wet mud fills the air as the nearby field, watered by Radha in the evening for the plants, adds to the atmosphere. The taste of dinner still lingers in his mouth as he strolls through the front yard. He makes his way to the front gate, which is situated several meters from the house. He enjoys the walk and everything about the evening, but deep down, he waits for Pooja's arrival to ask for his help.

Inside the house, Radha and Pooja clear the plates after dinner. Pooja is helping her sister with the chores when Radha nudges her with her elbow. Looking at her, Radha says, "Hey Pooja, Ashwin is alone in the front yard. Go and speak to him. Don't wait." Pooja responds, "I know when to speak to him, but let me help you first." Radha counters, "I do this every day, so I don't need help now, okay? I know how to manage. Go and think about your future. Talk to him about your career, my Pooja." Radha's voice is full of concern as she quickly encourages Pooja to go.

Pooja said, "Okay, I'll go and talk to him," and with that, she left the place, walking toward the doorway. As she did, she heard Sonu's voice calling Radha to bring him his food for the night. His very voice irritated Pooja, so she quickened her pace to leave the house and find Ashwin. When she stepped outside, she found the front yard empty. Her eyes wandered in all directions, scanning the sides and the car, but then she spotted him at the main gate. He was walking straight toward the house, his head hung low as he listened to something on his earphones. She waited for him to come closer.

Ashwin spots Pooja as he walks toward the house. Since the house is situated directly in front of the gate, anyone standing near the main gate can clearly see the house and its front yard. Ashwin notices her waiting as he lifts his head slightly, immediately understanding why she is there. He quickly lowers his head, scrolling through his mobile, pretending to be entirely engrossed in the screen. His pace slows deliberately, making his walk leisurely as he aims to keep Pooja waiting a bit longer, hoping to build her tension in the meantime.

Pooja looks at him eagerly. As Ashwin approaches, just ten feet away from her, he deliberately turns to his right and moves away, wanting her to initiate the conversation instead of him. This makes Pooja tense, so she quickly walks toward Ashwin. When he takes a U-turn, he finds Pooja standing in front of him. He acts surprised, removes his earphones, and says, "Hey, what?" in a tone that seems genuinely surprised.

Pooja: Hello Ashwin, I need to talk to you. I mean, I need your help. Her tone reflects that she genuinely needs his help, even though she dislikes asking for it.

Ashwin: Finally, you sound formal, dropping the "sir" thing. He smiled. So, what help do you need from me?

Pooja: Well, it's something personal. Could you...? She looks at him questioningly.

Ashwin: Personal? Hmm... as long as it doesn't lead to trouble. His tone is slightly mocking, then he says: Okay, fine. What is it? What do you want from me?

Pooja: You know, I finished college, and now I want to work in town.

Ashwin: Yes, I know about that. So, what's my role here?

Pooja: Well, I just finished and need your help finding a suitable job for me. Maybe in an auditor's office or the accounts department of a company you know. Her tone lowers.

Ashwin: Oh, that's it? Is that what you want? And for this, your voice goes low? Hey, come on! You need my help finding a suitable job? Okay, consider it done.

Pooja: Thank you. She tries to leave the place, but Ashwin stops her with his voice.

Ashwin: Hey, Pooja! She turns around. Ashwin takes a moment to admire her petite frame as she turns and her curves got him before saying: Why are you looking for a job? Why don't you pursue CA? I know you want to do that.

Pooja: Yes, but not now. I just need work for the time being. After saving some money, I will definitely do that.

Ashwin: Why is it like that?

Pooja: Well, I want to get out of my sister's shadow first, then I will... you know.

Ashwin: I like that, but you're not in anyone's shadow, okay? Why do you think like that? She is your sister.

Pooja: Hey, I know, but I want to stand on my own, okay?

Ashwin: I respect that, but you know, you're the most talented one among your friends. I observed this while mentoring your project. You have the talent, and you will get the job while pursuing CA at the same time.

Pooja: How... how could that be...

Ashwin: Hey, relax. Let me ask, do you have your certificate with you?

Pooja: No, I just finished. I only have my course completion and previous mark sheets, nothing else. Why?

Ashwin: Well, Miss Pooja, I will guide you. You are a CA, right? I’ll apply for it once you get all the certificates, okay?

Pooja: No, I don’t need your help. I can manage.

Ashwin: Hey, there’s nothing wrong with this, okay? You’re a talented person, I know. You’ll become a great auditor under my guidance, okay? Don’t smother the thought like you don’t deserve it. You deserve everything, Pooja.

Pooja: Well, sometimes in your proximity, I feel like I could do anything. She utters the words without thinking as Ashwin’s words stir something in her heart.

Ashwin: Oh, that’s not a bad thing.

Pooja: You don’t get it. It’s like I’m getting... too close. She stops and stares into Ashwin’s eyes as he eagerly watches her face.

Ashwin: Hey, Pooja, if something feels good, helps you achieve your dreams, or makes you happy, then don’t overthink it. Just feel it. He closes the distance between them by a foot. 

Ashwin gazes eagerly into her eyes, but Pooja remains silent, her gaze firmly fixed on his face. The moon hangs directly behind Ashwin's head, casting a magical glow as the moonlight forms a halo around him. For a moment, Pooja is captivated, unable to look away. Breaking the silence, Ashwin softly says, "Pooja, do not look at me like this with your beautiful eyes; it does something to me," his voice filled with affection. Before they can act or speak further, Sonu's call abruptly interrupts the moment.

Sonu: Hey, Ashwin, come here! Hey, where are you?

Ashwin's face hardened as he raised his hand to face level, curling his fingers. "Hey, wait here. I’ll be back soon," he said before leaving for the house. Pooja, watching him go, wondered why this rascal had called Ashwin inside and what connection existed between them.

Ashwin entered the hall and saw Radha leave Sonu’s room and head to the kitchen. He stepped into the room and asked, "Brother, did you have your dinner?" Sonu replied, "Yes, Ashwin, I’ve eaten, but I need some liquor now. Could you pour me a drink?" Ashwin reminded him, "Brother, don’t you remember the doctor’s advice yesterday? You can’t drink—it will harm you." Sonu retorted, "Is the doctor the one who has to endure this pain? Come on, pour me a drink." Ashwin replied, "If you need pain relief, take the medicine I gave you." Sonu reluctantly agreed to take the medicine but insisted, "I still want the drink. Will you pour it or not?"

Ashwin knew that if he refused, Sonu might call Radha and lash out at her with abusive words. Not wanting that to happen, Ashwin relented. "Wait, let me pour it for you," he said, taking the liquor bottle, pouring a glass, and handing it to Sonu. Sonu downed the drink in one gulp and stretched out his hand for another round. Ashwin warned him to stop after one glass, but Sonu persisted. Reluctantly, Ashwin poured another drink, but only after ensuring Sonu took his pills. Though Sonu disliked it, he swallowed the pills then asked for his liquor to be poured instead of water. Ashwin complied, handing him the glass. Sonu gulped it down again and said, "Thank you, my business partner, thank you." With that, he collapsed onto the bed.

Ashwin left the room and walked to the front yard, where he found Pooja standing near his car with crossed arms, waiting for his return.

Pooja saw Ashwin coming out of the house and waited until he approached her. When he did, she said sarcastically, "I thought you were an auditor, not a part-time bartender."

Ashwin grinned and replied, "Only for the bad husbands with golden-hearted wives." Pooja didn't understand what he meant by "golden heart."

Pooja retorted, "That rascal is ruining my elder sister's life, and you're pouring him liquor? Hmm, have you been doing this just today or since you arrived at the house?"

Ashwin responded calmly, "Pooja, listen to me. He has been spoiled from the start. I've seen how Radha's life has been affected. His greed for money is endless; he asks Radha for it every day. I thought that giving him some liquor might make him leave her alone for a while. I know I can't truly save your sister unless she wants it, but as long as I'm here, I want to protect her from his torment, even if only temporarily." Pooja didn't expect such words from him and, for a moment, thought about how kind he truly was.

pooja: You do all this for, for this house—why would you take on so much responsibility for someone else?

Ashwin: I enjoy keeping those around me happy and cheerful. For Sonu, liquor brings him joy, and I figured Radha might feel a little better if Sonu's frustration wasn’t aimed at her, even temporarily. It’s not about taking on their burdens, but simply helping them feel a bit more comfortable.