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After a long hiatus, I am writing again, and there be an update on Sunday or Monday.

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I would like to write this story as well, but I am occupied with my job and have limited free time. That is why there has been no update, but I will definitely write it.

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Story dead ?

no its not

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update continues:

                      The farmhouse is shrouded in darkness, with the clock ticking past 10 at night. Outside, the silence is broken only by the chirping of crickets and other nocturnal creatures. Inside, the house mirrors the quiet, except for the faint moaning of a woman coming from the bedroom on right side of the hall. The bedroom door is slightly ajar, revealing Radha, the woman of the house, clinging tightly to her business partner. Her arms are wrapped around him, and her legs encircle his hips as she holds onto him like a ragdoll.

Ashwin, her business partner, held her firmly with his hands, his palms supporting her thighs as he moved his hips back and forth. Radha's head hung slightly low, her cheek resting against Ashwin's chest as she listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. 

Sonu, the husband, is sleeping soundly in the room on his bed. He is lying on the side where Radha, his wife, and her partners are immersed in their carnal activity while standing. He continues snoring, completely unaware of what his wife is up to. All it would take is for him to open his eyes and witness the betrayal, but he remains fast asleep and does not wake up now or at any point until morning.

Radha: Ashu... please... no... She breathes heavily, her warm breath brushing against Ashwin's chest, while his warm breath touches the back of her head. She feels a heavy weight as her lover fucking her in the standing position, with her husband sleeping nearby.


The mere idea and act of engaging in sexual intercourse with the housewife in the presence of her husband causes Ashwin's arousal to intensify. He is not inclined to heed her words; his sole focus is on demonstrating to someone else's wife that he is a more skilled fucker than her husband. He is thrusting into her with great speed, his movements long and rapid, with each thrust withdrawing half of his cock from her vagina.

Radha: Ashu... no... Her voice shifted from the earlier moaning sound to something more intense. Ashwin felt something wetting his arm a few inches above his elbow. No... Ashu... please... This time, her crying reached Ashwin's ears without hesitation.

For a moment, Ashwin noticed the dampness on his arm and chest where Radha's head was resting. He slowed his movements but did not come to a complete stop.

Ashwin looked down at Radha, who was nestled comfortably against his chest, and asked softly, "Hello, Radha... what is it, my love?" His voice was gentle, but his attention was divided. As he began fuck her in  standing position, his gaze was drawn to Sonu, Radha's husband, who lay asleep nearby. A smirk crept across Ashwin's face as he took in the sight of Sonu in slumber. For Ashwin, there was a thrill in witnessing the contrast between himself and Sonu; each thrust he made with Radha filled him with a sense of dominance, as if he were asserting his superiority over her husband with every thrust.

As Ashwin gazes downward, he observes that Radha's spine is trembling slightly; however, it is not due to the orgasm but rather something else. With his deliberate movements, he calls out to her, "Hey... my... love... come on... what is happening? Look at me," he said, his voice imbued with curiosity and authority.


At this, Radha lifts her head from where it rested against his chest. She looks at him, her face devoid of the joy Ashwin feels. Instead, her expression is sad, her eyes almost bulging from their sockets, brimming with tears that spill freely. "No... Ashwin... please," she says, her voice breaking, each word separated by a pause, as though it takes all her strength to speak.

Observing her tear-streaked face, filled with sorrow rather than the sweat of exertion, and sadness instead of the pleasure typically associated with their fucking, Ashwin abruptly halted his thrusting. Without a moment's hesitation, he withdrew from her, letting her fall to her feet. However, she was unable to maintain her balance and gradually collapsed at his feet, weeping as she covered her face and bowed her head towards the floor near the bed. Meanwhile, Ashwin, with his unsatisfied cock fully erect, gazed at her in confusion, questioning why she was crying in the midst of what should have been an enjoyable experience. His expression revealed his inner turmoil.

"Hey, my love, what’s wrong?" he asks her as he stands, but all he gets in return is her weeping. Her shoulders tremble lightly with the intensity of her cries. Ashwin kneels down and sits opposite her. Gently but firmly, he lifts her face from her hands, looking into her tear-filled eyes. "What’s wrong, my love? Why are you crying? Did I do something to upset you?" he asks, his voice sweet and soothing, though his intentions are far from genuine.

Without answering him, she turned her head toward her husband and looked at him. Ashwin's gaze followed hers, and he understood that she did not like him fucking her  in her husband's presence. He quickly calculated his next steps to tackle the situation.

Before she could say anything, he softly said, "My love, I know what you're thinking and what's going through your mind. But please, don't let your temptations take over. Listen to me." His voice was humble and respectful, a stark contrast to the dominance he had shown just moments before.

He opened his mouth to say another word, but Radha stopped him by raising her palm, signaling him to stop. Instead of speaking, she stood up and left the room without a word, forgetting to collect her clothes—a detail she didn’t care about at the moment but would soon regret. Ashwin followed her, but before leaving the room, he glanced back at Sonu, his face momentarily filled with anger. In his mind, he thought, "Hey idiot, your wife is saying no to me now because you’re here. But this isn’t over. I’m going to have her again in this room, and next time, you won’t be asleep." Then, he left the room.

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this update is not i wanted its disturb the way i imagined this story thats why i deleted the last update

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I need help, my friends. I'm working on the next update in my vision, and I want to include a GIF, but every one I've tried to upload doesn't show up in the sections. I know how to insert pictures or GIFs, but please help me find GIFs that don't crack or break in Xossipy.

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update 38:

                Ashwin shuts the door with a loud thud, the sound echoing his anger and disappointment. He searches for Radha outside the bedroom, looking around the hall, but she isn't there. His eyes scan the room until he spots her directly opposite the bedroom. She has her back to him, her face buried in her hands as she leans slightly against the wall. Even in her sorrow, Radha's figure captivates him. Her naked ass is exposed, trembling lightly as soft sobs escape her. Ashwin's gaze travels from the back of her head, where her long hair cascades down and covers most of her spine, to the curve of her hips. Her body shakes gently as she cries, and Ashwin feels his erection intensify at the sight before him.

Ashwin braced himself for what was to come from Radha, knowing now that he needed her more than what she is going to throw at him in anger. He resolved to set aside his own frustration and disappointment, as he wants to fuck her the whole night  tonight. He didn't rush toward her, instead moving slowly as his breathing grew heavier with each step, he is enjoying the sight in front of him naked Radha and her shaking beautiful pretty white ass as it wiggles with her shaking, his desire intensifying as he drew closer to her. 

Ashwin: "Hey Radha, what is it, my love?" His voice is calm but carries a hint of coldness. She doesn’t reply, her sobbing persists. Even as Ashwin speaks, his eyes remain fixed on her ass. Standing just a foot away, his warm breath threatens to reach her, but he consciously holds it back.

Ashwin placed his right palm on her shoulder and gently turned her towards him, his eyes searching her face. She kept her face covered, so he used his other hand to carefully move her hands away. Her once beautiful face now appeared pale and dull; her eyes were slightly swollen, and her cheeks were streaked with tears. With his right hand, he used his fingertips to softly wipe away the tears from her eyes and cheeks. "My love, what... why... are... you..." he stammered, (he is just acting here) his voice trembling as he tried to maintain his composure to comfort her.

Radha: Ashu... do you really love me? Her voice is unsteady, filled with confusion and pleading, as she looks into his eyes.

Ashwin: What made you think that, my love? Tell me. His voice is calm and subtle as he holds her face in his palm, never breaking eye contact.

Radha: The way you act doesn’t feel like love, Ashwin. It seems like it’s only lust. Am I just an escape to you?

Ashwin: Hey, don’t say that, Radha. You know I like you.

Radha: You can take me whenever and wherever you want, Ashwin, but why there? She hesitates and said with him right beside and you lift me and closed the distance between us and him.

Ashwin: Oh, come on, Radha. Is that what’s bothering you? I didn’t plan it that way, my love. I missed you so much in just one night, and after your dance, I lost control. If it hurt your heart, I’m sorry. His gaze remains fixed on her, searching for what’s going on inside her.

Radha: No, Ashwin. You were only thinking about yourself and what you wanted. You care only about your pleasure. This time, she can’t hold his gaze, her eyes shifting to the side as she continues. You didn’t care about me or my feelings. How would I feel when I see his face next to us, snoring? You didn’t lift me because you care about me.

Ashwin: So I don’t care about you, right? Then why did I stop and speak with you now? We’re in the hall, not in the room. Your husband isn’t here. If what you’re saying is true, I wouldn’t be talking to you now. I’d just bang you here like an mad dog. But I’m not doing that, am I?


Radha: Tell me, Ashwin, am I just a thrill for you, someone’s wife, and our relationship isn’t going to last long? Is all you want just to make me spread my legs?

Ashwin: Hey. This time, Ashwin’s palm descended to her throat, holding her a little tight. “Look at me, Radha. Don’t think of me like that, okay? If that’s how it is, then I wouldn’t be here talking to you. I’d either wait for you to calm down or leave while you cry. Do I do that? No.” His grip loosened, and Radha gasped as she breathed freely again. “I love you, Radha. That’s why I’m here. You don’t deserve this—a drunkard husband and working like a horse on your farm. You haven’t cared about yourself, your wants, or your needs. All I want is to remind you of who you really are.”

Radha: What do I deserve, my love? This time her emotions began to fade, and curiosity crept into her voice.

Ashwin: “You’re the most gorgeous woman who deserves more than what you’ve settled for. You need to be cared for, to be  loved, to be seen, to be touched like only you matters, treated with respect—and treated without respect only in the bedroom.” He winked at her with these words, and she blushed. A very positive sign for Ashwin now.

Ashwin: "You're not my secret, Radha, not a book I open in the dark and hide in the morning. You're not someone I forget with the sunrise." He gazed into her eyes as his hand descended gently to her hip, his touch gliding down her body with every word. Radha was completely absorbed in him, his words weaving their magic around her.

Ashwin: "You're my love, my life. I may not have all the words for our future, but one thing is certain—you are mine, and I am yours, now and forever."

Radha: "You say all this now... when everything feels hot and wild. But what about tomorrow? When the heat cools and reality sets in?"

Ashwin: "Even when the fire fades, your name will still burn on my lips. Even if I walk through a hundred mornings, your face will haunt each one of them." With that, he closed the distance between them, his face inches from hers, his gaze flickering between her eyes and lips. But he didn't kiss her. Instead, he rested his lips near her forehead and whispered, "I didn't touch you out of lust. I touched you because I lost a part of myself the moment I saw you."

Radha's hands, which had been pressed against the wall, moved to Ashwin's shoulders. Her palms rested there, her eyes now brimming with love and longing. Ashwin understood her emotions but didn't make a move, waiting for her to take the first step.

Without saying a word, she embraced him tightly, as if he were the only man in the world, her sole savior. Her grip was filled with both love and desire, and she was now infatuated with Ashwin. She spoke while her face rested against his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat. Ashwin's erection is  pressed against her abdomen, situated between her belly button and waist. "Ashwin, please do something to me now; I need you, please, right now." A smile crept onto Ashwin's face as he gazed at her pretty white ass as he can easily see it with support of his height, fully aware of what he needed to do next.

He pressed her firmly against the wall, fully pinning her backside, upper back, and head against it. As she gazes at him, he places his right palm on her cheek, his finger hovering near her ear while the other four fingers glide down to the back of her head. He tenderly rubs his thumb against her skin and leans in to kiss her deeply. His kiss is slow and sensual; he envelops her lips completely, then gently sucks on her lower lip before moving to her upper lip. She wraps her arms around him tightly as he kisses her, her hands exploring Ashwin's upper back and hips. Ashwin delights in her reaction to him. Gradually, he slips his tongue into her mouth, and she eagerly responds by offering her tongue in return. He skillfully maneuvers his tongue around hers, exploring every corner, from side to side and down to the area between her tongue and jaw. The kiss becomes increasingly passionate, with saliva trickling down both of their chins. He pulls back his tongue, and she instinctively lets hers out, placing it inside his mouth. She tries to reciprocate, but he playfully prevents her, sucking her tongue like honeycomb and savoring her sweetness. She is completely captivated by the way he kisses and indulges in her tongue.



The kiss is currently both sloppy and passionate. Neither Radha nor Ashwin is willing to relent; they are even struggling to breathe. They have no intention of halting this kiss. Ashwin's right hand descends in a very deliberate and slow manner, exploring her body all the way down until it reaches its destination: her breast. He holds her breast entirely in his palm, fully enveloping it, with her nipple nestled between his middle and ring fingers. He does not rush; instead, he moves his palm up and down, ensuring that her nipple remains under his control. His movements are slow yet sensual. Meanwhile, his other hand travels to her ass, where he holds and kneads it roughly. This all feels incredibly pleasurable for Radha; her rear is kneaded vigorously while her breast is caressed in a sensual manner, and the way he kisses her is intoxicating.

Ultimately, their lungs compelled them to pause as they required air. The kiss was interrupted, yet the fire between them remained. Ashwin then spread his legs to lower his height to match hers, both of them breathing heavily in silence, contemplating their next actions. Ashwin executed the split gradually, his rock hard dick descending slowly towards its desired destination with each movement his cock head is rubbing down on her belly to waist and to lower the waist where its destination too wait for it. Radha did not avert her gaze from him, as he too was captivated. Ashwin's feet halted as his cockhead reached its intended place, her pussy, and he began to move it gently up and down on the soft pussy petals. The initial contact of his cockhead against her delicate flower elicited a hiss from her lips, prompting Ashwin to smile at her. Now, both of his hands rested on either side of her waist, and he began to rub, each teasing motion driving Radha into a frenzy of desire. She yearned to feel him inside her with an overwhelming urgency.

Radha was not in the mood for any teasing at this moment, as she was fully wet and lubed for the all night fucking. All she desired was to have him fuck her and engage in uninterrupted sex with him. However, Ashwin seemed more intent on teasing her, aiming to heighten her excitement before they start to fuck. In response, Radha lowered both of her hands from his shoulder to grasp his shaft, feeling the contours of his veins and the thickness of his girth. She then positioned the tip of his penis at her entrance, gripping his hips and pulling him towards her to facilitate his entry. Throughout this exchange, they maintained eye contact, gazing into each other's faces.

Ashwin required no further encouragement; he began to engage with her in a standing position. He sensed that she  is so tight but the wetness and lubing it gives made him to go in and out of her as he wish. He attempted to a rhythm but struggled, ultimately thrusting into her with great force, each thrust reaching her womb. She was moaning, and this time, she did not attempt to suppress her sounds; instead, she fully embraced the experience with him, thinking of nothing else but their connection. Ashwin then placed his palm over hers, twisting it and positioning it on either side of her head against the wall, pressing her hands firmly against the surface.

The night is far from over. The hall has become their playground, where they can fuck in any position they desire, and nothing will hinder them now.

Soon, Ashwin releases her palms and grips her by her hips, continuing his thrusts into her. She moans, and he responds with grunts. Radha is approaching her climax now; Ashwin perceives this from the way her vaginal muscles tighten around his length. However, he has no intention of stopping anytime soon.




Radha: oooohhhh...........aaaaahhhhhhh...........ssssssssssssshhhhh............with a loud cry, Radha experienced yet another orgasm of the night, her fluids flowing from her vagina, trailing along Ashwin's length, and falling as droplets onto the floor from his balls.


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In the hostel room, the girls were packing their belongings, ready to leave as their college life had come to an end. Meanwhile, Pooja was slowly packing her things, her mind elsewhere, consumed by confusion. Her thoughts kept replaying the kiss she had given to Ashwin, like an Instagram reel looping endlessly in her head.

Sameera: "Hey, Pooja, what are you doing?" she asked, but her question failed to snap Pooja out of her trance. Frustrated, she threw an empty water bottle at her.

Pooja: "Hey, what? Why are you hitting me?" she asked, irritation evident in her voice.

Sameera: "Where’s your mind, Pooja? What’s that in your hand?" Pooja looked down and realized she was folding a frock.

Pooja: "I’m just folding my dress." 

Sameera: "That’s my frock, you idiot. Give it back!" She snatched the frock from Pooja's hands.

Reena: "Relax, girls. I think she still feels her man’s lips on hers—that’s why she’s lost in thought," she teased with a laugh.

Pooja: "Hey, don’t talk nonsense! It was an accident, and I wasn’t in my senses at the time."

Sameera: "Yeah, girl. You weren’t in your senses—that’s why you acted on what’s in your heart," she said, stepping away, knowing Pooja might hit her.

Pooja: "Please stop it, girls. I was intoxicated; that’s probably why I acted that way," she said, trying to clarify that she had no interest in Ashwin.

Reena: "Hey, Sameera, remember that quote we saw on social media? ‘Your true self comes out when you’re intoxicated or afraid,’" she said with a wink.

Sameera: "Yeah, I remember that too." They both looked at Pooja, waiting for her response. Pooja’s face betrayed her nervousness and desperation to deny their claims.

Pooja: "Please, stop it, okay? You all know about my dreams. I won’t let anyone distract me from them." 

Sameera: Whether you're into him or not, you can use him to advance your career. Pooja looked at her with a questioning expression, and Sameera continued, "He's a good auditor here, and you want to work in an auditing office to achieve your goal of becoming a chartered accountant. Through him, you could get placed in a good CA office, or he might even teach you. And from what Roopa said, we know he's very skilled."

Reena: "Hey, we all know how skilled he is from the way he mentored us on our project."

Pooja: "I don't think it will work." The girls looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to explain. Pooja continued, "I think he wouldn't do that. You all know how I managed and forced him to take me and my sister as his business partners, right? To keep me calm, he's helping us and trying to maintain his 'good guy' image with me. If I ask him to teach me, he wouldn't do that."

Reena: "Hey, don't talk like that. He's a genuine person."

Sameera: "Yes, Pooja, don't push too much. He's good, and you and he have a mutual interest in each other, though you'll never admit it."

Pooja: "How can you all say that he's genuine?"

Same: "Because of the way he handled the kiss from you." Pooja's face turned red, but before she could say anything, Sameera gestured for her to stop and continued, "I know many men. If someone else were in his place, he would have said he loves you and you love him too. But he didn't do anything like that. He took it lightly and told you in the morning that you were intoxicated, so it happened. He said not to take it seriously. Who else would do that after the way you threw yourself at him and kissed him like he was some dessert?"

Pooja: "Stop it! Let's leave now. If we keep talking like this, we'll miss the buses. So all of you, shut up and pack quickly!"



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Radha made no effort to conceal her moans; she is moaning and gasping as her partner takes her in the doggy style position. This time, she is providing him with excellent support. Ashwin is following his rhythm well, executing two slow and deep thrusts followed by one shallow and fast thrust.


Radha: mmmhhhh........oooooohhhhh..........Ashu..........sshhhh......she is enjoying completely now. 

Ashwin: ohh......mmmm.....Radha you feel so tight now my love.


 
After he removed his penis from her vagina as she experienced orgasm in the standing position, he instructed her to lie on the floor and fucked her in the missionary position. Once she achieved orgasm in that position, he then positioned her for doggy style. He had no intention of pausing for even a moment; his hips moved rapidly, accompanied by loud moans as Radha reached her orgasm once more.





Radha: ooohhhh........sshhhhhhh......with a loud shriek she cummed hard on Ashwin's dick again wetting and lubing his dick again.

Her body is now becoming numb from this orgasm. She moves forward with her trembling body and lies on her stomach on the floor. Her entire body is shaking. Ashwin kneels behind her, his cock slick with their combined juices.

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Sameera and Pooja sit alone at the bus stand, enjoying tea together at night after Reena leaves as her bus departs, before parting ways for a while.

Sameera: Hey, next week I'll be back in town as we discussed, okay?

Pooja: Okay, once you find the right place for us, let me know and i will come.

Sameera: Will your sister allow you to stay with us and work in the town?

Pooja: She will, I know her. She doesn’t want my life to end in that village; she supports me.

Sameera: Hey, did your sister say anything about Ashwin? Like, does he have an ego or is he an arrogant guy like many rich guys?

Pooja: Enough, Sameera! I want to end the discussion about this, okay? I want to work, shine, and stand on my own feet soon.

Sameera: Hey, I’m curious because you think he’s acting like other rich, arrogant guys. That’s why I’m asking. Tell me what your sister said about him.

Pooja: Well, I never talked about him with my sister, but as far as she has said, he’s a good guy with a kind heart.

Sameera: Pooja, I’m serious now, okay? Don’t interrupt me until I’m done. Listen, Pooja, you have an interest in Ashwin even if you fail to admit it. Do you know why you kissed him? Not because of your love for him, but because of your jealousy toward Riya. She told me during our project days that she liked Ashwin, but his attention was mostly on you. I know about the hate you and Riya have for each other, okay? You didn’t want Riya to take the man who’s interested in you, and that’s why you expressed your love to him in your drunkenness. Okay?

pooja: hey, stop.

sameera: Let me finish first, Pooja. As I said, Ashwim seems to be a good guy. Even if he isn't, you can benefit from him. You can ask him to teach you or help you get to the right place where you can achieve your dreams. But if you really love him, don't lose him. Express it as soon as you can because once something's gone, it's gone forever. Now, you're going to stay with him in the same house for a while. Observe him and get to know him better. If you still feel the same way, then let this go once and for all. But I believe you two will soon find true love.

Before Pooja could say anything, Sameera's bus honked, and the conductor called the passengers as the bus prepared to leave for its destination. Sameera left her friend there, saying, "Think about what I said, Pooja." With that, she departed, leaving Pooja standing alone. Pooja knew what Sameera said was true—she liked him. However, she wanted to focus on earning before thinking about love, marriage, and family. Now, her mind was torn between her friends' words and her claims of no love. On the surface, she might deny their claims, but deep down, she knew she kissed him to show Riya who he truly belonged to.

Currently, she is unable to make any definitive decisions, so she boarded her bus and commenced her journey to her village. Throughout the trip, she attempted to erase Ashwin from her thoughts, yet the kiss remained vivid in her memory. Nevertheless, she resolved not to confess her feelings to Ashwin, and if he were to propose, she would decline due to her commitments. As the bus traveled, her mind raced with various scenarios. She will reach the village by morning, contemplating numerous 'if' and 'what if' situations concerning her business partner. However, little did she know that soon Ashwin would pluck her precious flowr from her completely, and she would willingly open her legs wide to him, much like her sister.


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Ashwin fucked Radha in various positions within the hall, ranging from a standing position to a dominant missionary stance, as well as the tightness of the doggy style, among several other positions in the hall.











Ashwin is fucking Radha in various positions, with each session lasting between three to five minutes as she experiences intense orgasms in each position, each position is echoing his passion and desire for her, leaving her astonished by his performance tonight.

Ashwin desires to be rough and degrading with her, yet he understands that the moment is not appropriate for such actions; the walls of the hall resonate with their fervor, and nothing seems to hinder them.

As Ashwin senses his climax approaching, he moves forward and lays Radha on the floor while she rides him. He transitions back to the missionary position, gripping her legs and folding them so that they nearly touch her face, holding her calves in his hands and then he thrusts into her forcefully once more.






He rammed her so hard when he realized he is no longer can hold back he leave her legs and lie completely on her putting his whole weight on her and rammed her

Radha: ooohhh.......mmmmmm..........Ashu..........i am cumming again......ooohhhhh


Ashwin: mmmmhhh.......baby i can't hold back anymore take it my love with that he gives some long and deep stroke before burying to the hilt inside her both of them climaxed together 




Ashwin remains inside her for a period before withdrawing. The overwhelming orgasms she experienced left him feeling light and joyful, gradually lulling her into a peaceful slumber. After some time, Ashwin removes his diminishing member from her and lies down beside her, eventually falling asleep as well. Her intimate area is now a complete mess; the intercourse has created a white foam that fully envelops her cunt and asshole, and half of the area where her ass rests is now wet. In the dim light of the hall, Ashwin's member also glistens with the white foam.

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Hello author. Hope you've been working on this story. When can we expect the next chapter?

I intend to write, but I am currently quite busy. However, I am confident there will be update before the end of the month.

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A sneak peek at what's coming next.

The moon shines brightly, casting its gentle light as a cool breeze drifts through the air. The night is calm and pleasant, with the soothing sound of water streaming down its path clearly audible. On the bank, a navy-colored tent stands empty. Just a few feet away from the stream, near the tent's entrance, lies a mat. On the mat, a couple is locked in a passionate kiss, the girl lying beneath the man as he leans over her.
 
The female is petite, while the man appears to be a strong hunk. He breaks the kiss and hovers over her and his palms are two sides of the women as he balances himself over her the image all seems in a lightly shadowy manner then down between the girl which spread wide as the man's is waiting there for her consent with his raging hard on and his backside his pecks and hip and butt echos his workouts and his dick which appears big and full of vein he takes his right hand to the base of his dick and rubbed the cockhead over her vulva  his cockhead is seems to be little bigger then her vulva a slight touch from him on her vulva caused the women to groan.

girl: ooohhhhh........oooohhhhh

Then the guy used his hips to push forward, and somehow, just the tip of his cock split her vagina. He waited for a bit, then pushed again, fully burying his cockhead inside her. The woman groaned again; this time, she couldn't handle the mix of pain and pleasure. She lifted her head off the mat, placing her palms on his shoulders and arms. Her face was close to the left side of the man's neck, and she moaned. This time, her face became clear—it was Puja. The man turned his head toward her and kissed her cheek. It was Ashwin, and he started moving his hips forward again.


puja: ooohhh.....god.......mmmmmhhhhh.....Ashwin......i......love.......

Hey, the village is the next stop! Come on, people, wake up! Don’t blame me later if you miss your stop. The conductor is shouting loudly and banging on the roof of the bus to wake everyone up. Puja stirs, her face somber, with a trickle of saliva running down her chin. For a moment, she is startled and then realizes it was all a dream but the wetness between her legs said it's very real maybe.

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update 39:

             
                The dawn is approaching, and Radha sleeps soundly in the hall alongside Ashwin. There is no mat on the floor, yet their nude bodies are intertwined as they lie face to face, embracing tightly. The crowing of roosters interrupts Radha's slumber, prompting her to open her eyes and see Ashwin's face close to hers. She smiles and feels the urge to leave, as the day is about to begin. Gently, she pushes Ashwin aside, turning him onto his back on the floor, and then she rises to gather her clothes. Although she does not put them on, she holds them close to her chest and turns her face to glance at Ashwin, who is displaying his impressive morning erection in all its glory. She is taken aback by his arousal, wondering how he can be so hard once again.

Radha: How could he? In her mind, she takes a few steps closer to him, letting her gaze travel from his feet to his head. For a moment, she admires his muscular form, fully aware of his strength. She feels an urge to touch him, but her rational side holds her back. If she acts now, Ashwin might wake up, and he would surely relive his morning erection on her.

She quietly left the premises and made her way to the backyard. After attending to her nature calls, she proceeded to the bathroom for a refreshing bath. The sound of water splashing, along with the crowing of a rooster, roused Ashwin from his slumber. He opened his eyes to find himself on the floor of the hall, noticing the emptiness beside him. However, the dampness and warmth from the area indicated that his partner had departed just moments earlier. The distinct sound of water splashing informed him of her current location. He stood up and exited the hall, heading to the backyard to address his own nature calls. Before that he opened Sonu's room door, he glanced at his face and smirked to himself before proceeding to the backyard. He found himself urinating in the open rather than using the restroom, which was situated opposite the bathroom where Radha was bathing. As Ashwin was about to conclude his business, he heard the sound of a door opening and turned to see what it was. Radha, anticipating that Ashwin might wake up later, had not taken any fresh clothes with her after her bath, intending to return to her room before he awoke to dress herself. Thus, she had brought only a towel with her, placing her old clothes in a bucket of water to wash later. Now, she was clad in a small towel that fully covered her chest and belly,  but only extended a few inches down her love hole and half of her butt, leaving her white thighs and lower ass exposed to the air. As she emerged from the bathroom, she encountered a nude Ashwin standing before her.

Now they stand face to face, with a few feet separating them. Radha gazes at her naked lover, who stands with his morning erection in all its glory. His gaze and the saliva that creeps to the side of his lips convey something unspoken. She realizes that if she does not act quickly, she will find herself bathing once more in the very room, but this time it will be Ashwin who bathes her. She does not want that now, as she has some chores to attend to. When Ashwin quickens his pace toward the bathroom, intending to lock himself inside with Radha, she acts swiftly and escapes by running into the house. She then closes the backyard door and leans against it, gasping for breath.

Ashwin: "Hey Radha, come on, open the door," his voice echoed with need.

Radha: "No, Ashu, I know what you'll do if I open the door," she teased, her tone playful.

Ashwin: "Please, my love, don't you see me fully?" he said, standing two feet from the door, rubbing his erection. Radha understood what he meant.

Radha: "I've seen you many times," she teased again.

Ashwin: "Hey, open the door, please, my love. Don't you have mercy on me?" His voice now pleaded, and she understood that too.

Radha: "Ashu, we can do it again, but not now. If I open this door, I know what will happen. I have to start the day, and you too have your morning routine, okay?" Her tone was simple but conveyed her message clearly.

Ashwin: "We can start the day a bit later, my love," he pleaded again.

Radha: "A bit later?" she smiled, her smile audible to Ashwin. He knew why she smiled. "There’s no 'bit late' or 'moment' with you, Ashu—you definitely take your time. So go and refresh yourself, okay?"

Ashwin: "Hey, I forgot to take my clothes with me. Could you open the door and let me in to collect them?"

Radha: "No chance, dear, I know you too well. Go, you'll get what you need." With that, she left the door and went to her room. The sight of her husband's face irritated her a bit, so she simply grabbed her clothes and put herself on it  in the hall. Then, hearing the noise of splashing water, she knew Ashwin was refreshing himself. She opened the backyard door and placed a towel for him to use, then headed to the kitchen to cook breakfast.

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The bus came to a halt at the stop, and Pooja woke up to the conductor's voice. For a moment, she wondered if it had all been just a dream—it had felt so real. She gathered her belongings and stepped off the bus. Wanting to surprise her sister with her return, she hadn’t informed her in advance or told Ashwin about it yesterday. She began walking through the village roads, which were coming to life under the rising sun. Women were splashing water on their front yards, cleaning and decorating them. Some women who recognized Pooja greeted her, asking, "Hi Pooja, how are you? How’s life? Are you back from college? Did you complete your course?" Pooja answered their questions and continued down the road. More women asked the same questions, and she gave the same answers, quickly growing tired of it all. She thought to herself, "God, I should walk faster to avoid these people and their irritating questions." 

Leaving the village behind, she found herself alone on the tar road leading to the nearby village, which also passed by her house. Walking toward her home, the sun was now almost fully risen, its yellow rays making the path clearer. She was midway between her house and the main village when she suddenly heard a loud horn. Turning around, she saw a Honda City car speeding toward her. Quickly, she stepped aside.

As she stepped aside, she didn’t look back at the car and continued her stroll toward the house, dragging her suitcase on wheels, her bag slung over her back, and a handbag in her other hand. The speeding car suddenly screeched to a halt as its driver hit the brakes. Pooja glanced toward it but didn’t pay much attention and kept walking. After passing a few feet beyond the car, she heard the car door open and someone call out, “Hey Pooja, how are you?” She turned around and saw Irfan, her old college classmate, stepping out of the car.

Irfan: "Hey Pooja, how are you doing?" His voice is full of energy, expecting a warm reaction from her.

Pooja: "Hi..." Her voice is low, and her expression shows confusion as she looks at him, trying to figure out who he is.

Irfan: "Pooja, do you remember me?"

Pooja: She continues acting confused, though she knows who he is. She doesn't want to show it because she doesn't like him.

Irfan: "Hey, I think you don't remember me. I'm Mohammed Irfan, your classmate from college. Don't you remember?"

Pooja: "Oh... Irfan. I forgot about you, sorry. How are you?" Her tone lacks enthusiasm, sounding plain and neutral.

Irfan: "Well, I'm fine." He notices that she is walking toward her home, which he already knows. "Do you need me to drop you at your house? I'm heading in that direction."

Pooja: "No, thanks. I can manage." She steps back, signaling her discomfort with his presence.

Irfan: "Hey, come on, there's no need for formality. Let me drop you." He moves toward her, attempting to take her suitcase but she pulls it back.

Irfan: "What, Pooja? Come on!"

Pooja: "Well, I want to enjoy the morning weather. That's why I prefer to walk, so could you..." Before she finishes—

Irfan: "Oh, fine then. Let me accompany you to your house. Or, if you want, you can hop in my car, and I'll drive slowly. The morning is nice, and you need better company to enjoy it too." His tone now turns subtle and teasing.

Pooja: "I have my own way to enjoy it, no need for others." Her voice is stern, dismissing his words, and her face shows a hint of anger.

Irfan: "Hey, I just want to help you, my friend."

Pooja: "Classmates."

Irfan: "What? I don't get it."

Pooja: "Classmates, not friends. We were classmates in college."

As they talk, a guy steps out from the passenger seat near the driver’s side. His name is Ajay, a family friend of Irfan.

Ajay: Hey Irfan, what are you doing? Who’s this beauty? (his tone is teasing)

Pooja: Hello excuse me! (alertness in her voice)

Irfan: Hey, come on, Ajay, stop. This is Pooja, my friend.

Pooja: Classmate.

Irfan: Mmm, yes, classmate from college.

Pooja doesn’t enjoy talking to these two guys and looks for a way to avoid them. She turns her face toward the village and notices someone riding toward them on a TVS 50. Focusing her gaze, she feels safe when she realizes it’s Kavita on the two-wheeler.

Kavita is heading to the field in the morning to gather pasture for her cows at home. She wants to finish early today as she needs to work on the farm with her friends. Riding her two-wheeler, she notices a girl speaking with two boys near a parked car in the middle of the road. As she gets closer, she realizes it’s Pooja, cornered by Irfan. Understanding the nature of Irfan and his friend Ajay, she stops her bike near them, wanting to help Pooja.

Kavita: Hey Pooja, I told you to wait, and I would drop you. Then why are you doing this? Her voice shows concern and tension, like she is telling the truth.

Pooja: I just wanted to enjoy a morning walk on the road, that’s all. It’s okay. Here, take my suitcase. She scoops her suitcase, places it in front of Kavita’s TVS 50, and is about to straddle the bike too. She understands Kavita and continues with her flow.

Irfan: Hey Radha, come on, let me drop you in my car, he insists.

Pooja: No need, Irfan. Kavita wants to help. She told me to wait when I passed her house, but I dragged myself and my luggage this far because I like walking, so no thanks.

Kavita: Hey, I have some work at home, so please hurry. She pushes Pooja to leave the place quickly.

Pooja: Okay, Irfan, bye. With that, not expecting anything in return, she straddles the pillion seat, and Kavita revs up the accelerator to move away from them.

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Kavita and Pooja leave the place on the bike, meanwhile:

Ajay: Hey bhai, what’s going on?  

Irfan: What, Ajay? Nothing.  

Ajay: Don’t lie to me. From the brightness on your face, I can tell—you like her, right? 
 
Irfan: Yes, I like her.  

Ajay: So sad, the parrot has flown away from us, bhai.  

Irfan: She can’t fly away every time like this.  

Ajay: So you love her, right? Hmm?  

Irfan: Hey, you know me. Do I look like someone who would just settle for love with one woman?
  
Ajay: I know that, which is why I’m asking—do you love her, or…?  

Irfan: Or what? (He looks at his friend with a smile.)  

Ajay: Well, or maybe I could get something. (He winks at Irfan.)  

Irfan: Well, you know we always share things, so no problem.
  
Ajay: Okay, let’s follow them. Come on, start the vehicle.  

As Irfan opens the car door, his mobile rings. It’s something important, so he tells his friend, “I’ll tell you about Pooja and how we’ll get her later, but now we should move fast. See, I got a call from them.”  

Irfan's car sped past Kavita's two-wheeler, and as it passed, both girls exclaimed in unison, "Scoundrels!"

Kavita: Hey Pooja, how did they catch you? Didn't you tell Radha you were coming?

Pooja: No, I wanted to surprise my sister, so I didn’t tell her.

Kavita: You and your surprises! How did Irfan catch you?

Pooja: Well, while I was walking toward my house, he came by unexpectedly and started talking to me.

Kavita: Pooja, avoid him. He’s not a good guy, you know that, right?

Pooja: I know, Kavi, no need to remind me. Last time I was here, I heard he was in jail for something.

Kavita: Yes. Did you see the other guy with him?

Pooja: Yes, what about him?

Kavita: His name is Ajay. He’s his partner in crime.

Pooja: You mean...

Kavita: Yes, he’s the one who was with him for that.

Pooja: Hey, how is she? Is she still in the village?

Kavita: Do you think the men in this village would let her family live peacefully after that? She left the village with her parents. I think she’s in the town where you studied.

Pooja: Poor girl. What’s her name again? I forgot.

Kavita: Her name is Amsa.

Pooja: Hey Kavita, tell me about it. What really happened? Many people say different things about it.

Kavita: There are many versions, but the truth is he bangd her, and his friend did too. They tortured her privately for two days, that's it.

Pooja: Men like that must be punished harshly.

Kavita: Well, he comes from a wealthy family and has political influence since his father was the runner-up in the last assembly elections.

Pooja: Why don't we change the topic? I don't want to spoil my mood by talking about trash like him, okay?

Kavita: Okay, so what do you want to talk about?

Pooja: How's my sister? Is she okay?

Kavita: How can she be good after marrying that thug? But one thing's for sure, after Ashwin Sir's arrival, her face looks a little brighter and shows some signs of happiness.

Pooja: Hey, don't talk ill about her.

Kavita: No ill, Pooja. I mean, he's a good guy.

Pooja: Oh, come on, stop with that "Ashwin is a good guy" talk! (mimicking in a childlike tone as she's tired of hearing it).

Kavita: Hey, what?

Pooja: Nothing. Could you go a little faster, please?

Kavita: Okay, okay, let me drop you first. With that, they didn’t speak until they reached the house. Kavita dropped Pooja off, then headed toward the nearby cotton field to cut pastures for her cows.

Pooja opened the gate and closed it.

Pooja slowly walks toward her home, her heart racing with excitement as she imagines how Radha would react to her arrival. Smiling to herself, she strolls leisurely, unaware of the scene unfolding inside the house. Radha, standing in the kitchen, is sharing a deep, passionate kiss with Ashwin. After freshening up, Ashwin had found a towel waiting for him and discovered Radha cooking. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he was captivated by her swaying body, her curves, and the glimpse of her waistline with her partially visible belly button. Unable to resist, he hugged her from behind, turned her toward him, and kissed her passionately. His hands roamed along her spine and shoulders, and she responded by kissing him back.


Pooja approaches the door, while Ashwin's hand shifts from Radha's  back to her waist, gently rubbing it for a moment before moving to her chest to grasp her breast.

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                           Ashwin and Radha were completely lost in their kiss, oblivious to the food boiling on the stove, dangerously close to spilling over onto the flame. A knock on the door interrupted them, but it didn’t break their embrace. However, the persistent knocks that followed grew louder, finally catching their attention and making them pause. Breathless, they pulled apart, looking at each other. Ashwin’s gaze shifted towards the door where the sound was coming from, and Radha’s head instinctively followed.


Knock... knock... knock... The sound was clearly heard this time. Radha nudged Ashwin and said, "There's someone at the door, I think," as she wiped her mouth. "Who is it?" Ashwin asked. "How would I know? I'm here with you, Ashu," she replied. She moved to check who it was, taking a few steps away from him. As she turned her back, Ashwin couldn't resist and playfully patted her on her ass, the loud sound echoing through the room and making her flesh jiggle for a moment. She turned back, glaring at him. "You idiot!" she exclaimed, rubbing her palm over the spot where he had patted her. She told him to go to his room and get ready for the day. Ashwin walked away with a smirk on his face.

Ashwin entered his room just as Radha opened the main door. She noticed a suitcase and a bag sitting there, but no one was around. Confused, her face showed her puzzlement as she wondered who they belonged to. For a moment, her thoughts avoided Pooja, since Pooja had mentioned a few days ago that she got another month in the hostel due to her exams taking place after her project work. Moving past the luggage, Radha glanced around to see who might be there. She came down the steps and walked into the front yard, but still, no one was in sight, and the main gate remained locked. After scanning the area, she spotted Ashwin's car and approached it. Suddenly, Pooja jumped out from the other side of the car where she had been hiding.

Ta... with that, she ran to her sister at a fast pace. Radha's face suddenly shifted from confusion and uncertainty to happiness and joy in an instant. She too ran towards her, and the sisters embraced each other near the car in the front yard. For a moment, Radha's eyes filled with tears as she rested her face on Pooja's shoulder, and Pooja's eyes grew wet too. After breaking the hug, Radha's hands rested on Pooja's arms just above her elbows, while Pooja's hands remained on Radha's shoulders.

Radha: Hey, Pooja! How are you? I didn’t expect you. Why didn’t you tell me you were coming today? You look thinner now—has the hostel food not been good enough? She just kept asking question after question.  

Pooja: Hey... hey... relax! Have you asked all your questions here, or can you let me enter the house and maybe give me some water? Her voice was joyful, just like her sister's.  

Radha: Oh... sorry... Pooja, come, let’s go to the house. They walked, arms wrapped around each other’s waists, smiling with joy that said everything about their happiness.  

Radha picked up Pooja’s suitcase and bag as they entered the house. When Pooja offered to help, Radha refused, saying, "Hey, let me carry it since you’ve borne them all the way from town to the village on your journey."  

Inside the house, they stood in the hall as Pooja scanned the room, noticing the changes Ashwin had made—the things he had bought for the house. While she looked around, Radha went to the kitchen, turned the flame to simmer, brought a glass of water, and handed it to Pooja.  

"Hey, Pooja, drink this first," Radha said. Pooja took the glass and drank it, her expression making it seem like it was the best drink she’d ever tasted. Radha noticed and, with astonishment on her face, asked, "What’s with you?"  

Pooja replied, "No matter how much you pay for water or how tasty the drinks are elsewhere, nothing can beat the taste of the water from our native place."  

Radha: You’ve reached the age for marriage, yet you still act like a child. Radha enjoys her sister’s lightheartedness.

Pooja: It’s not the age for marriage; it’s time for a job and to explore the world, Radha. Even when Pooja was in her cradle and Radha could walk, Radha never minded her sister calling her by name. She even likes it now.

Radha: Okay, fine, you’re about to leave for your job, right? Then answer my questions.

Pooja: Radha, I want to freshen up first, okay? Then I want the food you made for me. Only after that will I answer any questions. With that, she walks toward her room.

Radha: Hey, where are you going?

Pooja: To my room to put my stuff and refresh.

Radha: Hey, Ashu is in your room.

Pooja: What? What did you say?

Radha, biting her tongue, said: Ashwin is staying in your room for now. Maybe he’s getting ready for the day.

Pooja: So what? Wait a minute—he’s staying in my room? Why? Her tone grows angrier.

Radha: He’s our partner, and he’s in our village. That’s why.

Pooja: So what? You didn’t allow him to stay in the house? You should have arranged the motor room for him.

Radha: Hey, he’s our guest! We should treat him with respect and dignity, okay? This time Radha’s tone grows angrier.

Pooja: Okay, the guest is in my room. Where do you want me to put my things, and where do you expect me to stay?

Radha: You can put your luggage in my room and refresh from there.

Pooja: Okay, and at night?

Radha: You can sleep in the hall.

Pooja: No way!

Radha: Hey, you’ll have to adjust. Please, Pooja.
  
Pooja's heart softened a bit after hearing the care in her sister's voice for the guest. "Okay, fine. Let me refresh first," she said, taking her luggage to the room where Sonu was sleeping like a log. When she entered, she spotted him and looked at him as if he were some low-life creature. Sonu was sprawled on the bed, his dhoti shifted up to his thighs, and he was sleeping messily. Pooja was disgusted by the sight and murmured, "Chiiiiii." She put her stuff on the floor beneath the cupboard, grabbed her clothes and towel, and exited the room. She headed to the backyard where the restroom was. On the way, she paused at her old room, now Ashwin's current bedroom. She peered through the slightly ajar door and saw Ashwin working on his laptop. He seemed ready for the day, fully dressed with earphones over his ears.

She moved away, murmuring something inaudible, but Ashwin's gaze shifted to where she had stood. As she left, Ashwin smiled to himself. He had heard all the noises made by the sisters when they entered the hall but chose not to go out to greet Pooja. He didn't want to disturb the sisters in their moment of affection and, moreover, wanted to meet Pooja alone first. He had already planned something. He knew Pooja's presence would disrupt his pleasure with Radha, but his mind was now focused on how to take the next step with Pooja. Pretending to work, he listened to them and plotted his move. Even Pooja failed to notice that Ashwin's earphones weren’t connected to his mobile or laptop; the other end hung beside him from the bed.





After a few minutes, Ashwin left the bed and headed to the kitchen, where he found Radha cooking. His face lit up with joy, and Radha greeted him with a warm smile. Though happy to see her like that, he decided not to disturb her and instead headed to the backyard, where Pooja was supposed to be. Upon reaching, he realized Pooja was in the other restroom and not in the room he and Radha had used earlier. He felt a small sense of relief as it dawned on him that he had left his and Radha's clothes together in the bucket after showering. Just then, he heard the restroom door opening. Acting quickly, he pretended to be there for some other reason, did a quick sprint around the place, and came back to the house from the backside. As the door opened, Ashwin and Pooja found themselves face to face. 


Ashwin: "Hey, hi! What a surprise! How could you be here?" he exclaims, pretending to be surprised as Pooja steps out of the bathroom.

Pooja: "Hello Ashwin, how are you?"

Ashwin: "Nothing has changed in me," he teases with a playful tone.

Pooja: "Looks like you're ready to leave the house for your business today."

Ashwin: ". Do I look good in this attire?" he asks, moving his hand back and forth as if seeking her opinion.

Pooja: "Not bad." With that, she leaves the backyard to join her sister. Ashwin stands there, watching her sway away, his gaze fixed on her hip until she disappears into the kitchen. Then, Ashwin enters the house, heads to his room, and waits for Radha's call for breakfast.

As he waits for her call, Ashwin thinks of Pooja. "You think you're smarter by avoiding me? Keep your tongue in check with me. Mmm, no, Pooja—you know you'll come to me asking for help. Watch and see, baby."

Ashwin, Ashwin, breakfast is ready! The sound came from the hall, and Ashwin knew it was Radha.

Ashwin walked in to find the place fully set for breakfast, with Radha sitting near the food pots, ready to serve him. He sat down in his spot and started eating. While eating, he asked Radha, "I heard some sounds. Who was it?" He pretended not to notice Pooja, fully aware that Pooja hadn't mentioned their backyard encounter.

Radha: "Sorry, Ashwin. I forgot to tell you—it was Pooja."

"Pooja?" Ashwin's voice was full of surprise. "You mean our Pooja? Your sister, right?"

"Yes, she is," Radha confirmed and proceeded to explain what had happened when she went to answer the knock.

Ashwin: "So, she walked from the main village to here?" 

"Yes," Radha replied.

Ashwin: "If she'd informed us about her arrival today, I would have gone to pick her up," 

Radha: "Hey, this is our village. She loves to walk. She enjoys the forest and mountain areas, you know."

"I see," Ashwin remarked.

Radha: "Yes, Ashwin." [ But Pooja didn’t mention the morning incident with Ajay, Irfan, and Kavita.]


Ashwin: "Well, I thought she was like a typical modern girl who hates walking or enjoying any kind of village life."

Radha shook her head. "Hey, she's not like that, Ashwin. She only wants to go to town to study and work. She thinks the town offers her a job and some freedom."

Ashwin: "Wouldn’t you think that way in your life?"

Radha: "No, Ashu. I'm happy with this life," 

Ashwin: Happy with what? The drunkard husband or a full day of hard labor in the farm fields? As he said this, he saw her face turn sad, so he changed the topic. "Okay, okay, no need to go there. What is it she plans? I mean, does Pooja want to work, or do you have other plans for her?"

Radha: "Well, she is very determined to work and stand on her own feet."

Ashwin: "Well then, fine. I know she wants to become a Chartered Accountant and be a CA like me, right?"

Radha: "How do you know that?" Her voice carried an element of surprise.

Ashwin: "She told me once."

Radha: "When did she tell you?"

Ashwin: "Hey, first of all, where is she? If she's here, why don't you serve her breakfast?" Ashwin's voice showed his concern for Pooja, which melted Radha's heart more and more.

Radha: "She’s here, but she went to look around the land and plants. She always does this."

Ashwin: "Okay, my love, tell her that I would help her achieve her dream of becoming a CA."

Radha: "But how could you—" Ashwin raised his palm to stop her from saying more.

Ashwin: "Hey love, don’t you think I wouldn’t do that for you? Listen, tell her that I can manage to get her a job in my friend's office or any other place. From there, she can learn and study at the same time, okay?"

Radha: "Why someone else's office? What about yours? You're a big auditor, right? Don’t you have an office there?"

Ashwin: "Yes, I have an office, and it functions under me. I oversee it from here. But do you think Pooja would accept me?" His tone dropped low. Before Radha could understand what he meant by "accept me," he continued, "I don’t think she would join my office or take me as her teacher."

Radha: "Who told you that, or what made you think that way, Ashu?"

Ashwin: "Well, I feel like it."

Radha: "You feel wrong, Ashwin. Okay? You're the teacher I chose for her, and she will join your office. Now go to the construction site, okay? I’ll prepare your lunch today—take it with you when you come back."

Before heading to his car, Ashwin asked, "Radha, why lunch? I always come home for it, but why today?" Radha replied softly, "Ashwin, today Pooja is here, and I want her to think you always take your lunch in the morning. Moreover, if you come for lunch today, you’ll be put on the spot since Pooja is here, and you know…" Her tone dropped as she lowered her head. "You understand, Ashu, so please take it with you." Ashwin left for the construction site, and while driving, he thought to himself, "Hey, Pooja, you’ll come to me tonight. I’ll be waiting."

Meanwhile, after waving him goodbye, Radha thought to herself, "Ashu, you love me so much that you’re willing to help my sister out of love for me. Don’t worry, Ashwin, I’ll speak to Pooja, and she’ll come to you and learn from you, Ashu." With that, she stepped into the house, then suddenly paused and looked toward the farm. She called out loudly, "Hey, Pooja, come here!"

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Dear readers, thank you for all your support. This is the big one as I envisioned it, and I want to clarify that it won't just be mindless fucking in every update. The next few updates will not feature any physical relationships between characters. I want Pooja to be a challenging conquest for Ashwin, and it will take time for him to win her over. She will willingly be with him when the time comes. In update 39, even though Pooja has feelings for Ashwin, Kavita and her friends' words about Ashwin being a good guy made her feel uneasy. After she kissed him at his house, she decided to distance herself from him so she wouldn't fall for him and could focus on her ambitions. However, Ashwin desires her and plans to help her achieve her dreams, but at the cost of her surrendering herself to him.

The characters introduced in the update will play crucial roles in the upcoming developments. But does Ashwin fall for Pooja? Does he truly love her after getting to know her completely? And if he does, what will happen to Radha? How is Kavita impacted by Ashwin, and why does he act the way he does? These are the questions that will unfold in the upcoming updates, though intimate moments are still far off in the next few chapters, dear readers.

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Hey dude. Its been a while now. Any progress on the updates?

working on it bro

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update 40:


              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.

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                           Pooja stared at Ashwin, processing his words. Ashwin remained silent, letting his words sink in. He moved closer, reducing the distance between them to just two feet. Suddenly, Pooja realized something—if she stayed there any longer, she might not be able to stop herself if anything happened between them. She quickly said, "So sweet of you, Ashwin. Thank you." Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked back to the house, leaving Ashwin standing beside his car. He watched the adorable girl as she left, then formed a plan in his mind and made a call on his phone.

After some time, Ashwin enters the house and notices that beds are arranged for someone in the hall. He walks to the kitchen to find Radha, but she is not there. He checks Sonu's room, but she isn't there either. Then he hears a sound from the backyard and assumes Radha must be there. He walks to his room and finds the door ajar. Inside, Pooja is arranging the bed for him. Ashwin now realizes it was Pooja in the backyard. He tiptoes into his room and hugs Radha from behind while she is adjusting the bedspread. She is surprised by the hug but stays silent, knowing any sound might alert her sister. In a husky voice, she says, "Hey, Ashy, what is it? Leave me." But he does not let go.

Ashwin: How could I abandon this beautiful girl? he pressed his erection on her ass

Radha, feeling his hard dick against her, said, "Ashu, we cannot proceed now; Pooja is here. Please!" To this, Ashwin replied, "Well, I do not know how I will manage to sleep tonight with you in my reach, yet unable to have you. It is so difficult for me, baby." Radha responded, "I understand, Ashu; it is hard for me as well, but we cannot." She attempted to remove his hands from her belly, but Ashwin, feeling her palms on his forearms, moved one hand to her breast, rubbing it gently, while the other hand gripped her hip to keep her in place. He inhaled the scent of her neck and kissed her shoulder, which heightened her arousal. She began to move her ass against his groin, feeling his erection grow harder. Radha swayed side to side while Ashwin thrust up and down, occasionally pulling back and then engaging in a back-and-forth dry humping motion. "Ashu, we cannot; please do not do this," she pleaded, but he ignored her, continuing to hold and gently massage her breast. Radha's hands attempted to push his palm away from her chest, but her efforts lacked resolve as she surrendered to him. Ashwin's lips traveled from her shoulders to her neck and then to the back of her ear. He extended his tongue, teasing her by brushing the tip over her earlobe. She turned, her breath becoming hot and heavy. Just as he was about to capture her sweet lips, the sound of Pooja closing the back door snapped them back to reality. Radha abruptly pushed Ashwin away and stood opposite him, her chest rising and falling as she tried to regain her breath while adjusting her saree over her chest.

Pooja arrived at the place and found Ashwin's room door open, with Radha and Ashwin inside. She looked at them questioningly, but before she could say anything, Ashwin glanced at her and then at Radha, saying, "Do not worry about your sister, Radha. I will take care of her." From this, Pooja realized they were talking about her. Radha understood his words and responded, "Not like that, Ashwin. I want her to be safe. Until now, she was in the hostel, so I didn’t worry, but now she’s going to work." At this, Pooja interrupted, "Hey Radha, I can manage myself, okay? Don’t talk like a mom sending her child to college for the first time." With that, she pulled Radha out by the arm. "Mr. Ashwin, don’t take my sister’s words seriously. I just want a place where I can excel," she added. With that, the sisters left, and Ashwin replied, "I will do my best for you." They all retired to bed that night.


Everyone's in bed, pondering what comes next. Pooja and Radha are snoozing in the hall together. Pooja's daydreaming about landing a great job soon, picturing herself at the office. Meanwhile, Ashwin's plotting his next move; he knows if he wants Pooja, he has to separate her from Radha. He's got it all mapped out in his head for tomorrow as he drifts off to sleep. But Radha? Sleep is eluding her. She glances at her sister beside her, but her thoughts are stuck on how amazing last night was. Ashwin's in the next room, but they can't be together tonight because Pooja's there. Radha struggles to push away thoughts of how incredible it feels when Ashwin dick's enter her. Little does she know that last night when Ashwin's cock come out of her love canal leaving tens of thousands of himself  in her cervix. For last 24 hours there is a race for her fertile egg was happened inside her womb, as she turns to the side to get some sleep the moment when Ashwin's healthy warrior enters her egg after a long struggle. Now as Radha drifts off to sleep as the new life taking it's form insider her womb.

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Is the story finished?

No, it’s not, my friend.

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update 41:

              The car is moving at a normal speed, heading toward the highway. The morning sun shines brightly, its rays streaming onto the dashboard through the windshield. Ashwin is driving, while in the passenger seat sits Pooja, holding a file in her hand as they head to town for her interview. For the past 35 minutes, since leaving the house, they haven’t spoken. Ashwin glances at her from time to time, admiring her formal dress and the subtle nervousness she shows through her fingers gripping the file tightly and her feet moving back and forth. Her face reflects a mix of hope, doubt, confidence, and other emotions. Even in silence, Ashwin understands her well.
For a moment, Ashwin thought back to the events of yesterday. After speaking with Pooja and Radha, he decided to help her and called his friend Naveen in town.

Phone conversation:

Amit: Hi sir, how are you? He answered on the third ring, feeling happy and curious when he saw Ashwin’s name on the display. 
 
Ashwin: Hey Amit, how many times have I told you not to call me sir? Call me Ashwin, okay? His tone was smooth and playful, yet carried a warning. 
 
Amit: How can I do that, sir? You’re my senior and I owe you a lot.
  
Ashwin: Stop this sentiment, okay? He cut him off abruptly. 
 
Amit: Okay, sir.  

Ashwin: I’m calling because I need your help now. 
 
Amit: Help? Sir, come on, just order me, I’ll do whatever you want.
  
Ashwin: Is there any vacancy for a fresh B.Com graduate in the office?  

Amit: Sir, you know we don’t need to hire anyone right now. We have less work since you’ve been busy with the coir birth business, and I was even thinking of letting some people go to cut costs.
  
Ashwin: Don’t do that, Amit. It’s just temporary. Anyway, I need a place for a fresher girl in the office. Can you manage that?  

Amit: Sir, it’s your office. You can do whatever you want.  

Ashwin: Well, here’s the catch — I want you to act as the M.D. and top auditor of the office.  

Amit: How can I do that, sir? I haven’t completed my CA; I’ve been stuck on my finals for years, you know that. 
 
Ashwin: Don’t worry, Amit, just do as I say.  

Amit: Okay, sir. Who’s the girl?  

Ashwin: Someone special to me, that’s all you need to know, okay.  

Amit: Understood, sir—his tone now a mix of mockery and obedience. 
 
Ashwin: Tomorrow I will bring her to our office, and you will be the one to interview her at 11 in the morning.  

Amit: Sir, I can’t do that alone. You know you’re always the one who handles the hiring in our office. I just sit beside you during interviews to learn and keep you company, so how can I manage that?  

Ashwin: Relax, Amit. Tomorrow is the interview—just do as I say. I’ll send you the questionnaire on WhatsApp, and you should the instructions, Amit.
  
Amit: Okay, sir. With that, Ashwin ended the call.  

After ending the call, Amit didn’t think much. He simply waited for the WhatsApp message, and once he received it, he began preparing for the next day’s interview. Amit is now overseeing Ashwin’s auditing firm, as Ashwin needed some time away from the office to focus on new paths he dreams of pursuing. Many in the office wanted to take over in his absence, but Ashwin chose Amit because he comes from a modest middle-class family, is very traditional, and values family above all. Ashwin had known him for quite long time—back when Amit struggled with his CA studies due to his weak English, Ashwin, who was three years his senior at the same CA institution, personally helped him. To Amit, Ashwin was not just a good friend but almost god-like, as he not only corrected his English but also taught him personally, which greatly improved his studies. When Ashwin became an auditor and was earning well, Amit once approached him for financial help to treat his mother. Without hesitation, Ashwin helped him, even though he was not in a strong financial position himself at the time. To help Amit, he made many efforts, and during those struggles, Amit stayed close, fully aware of what Ashwin had done for him and his family. Out of loyalty, Amit decided to remain by Ashwin’s side, helping him in his works  and be a loyal friend. When Ashwin opened his office, he called  Amit and gave him a position there.

After going through the texts, he reached the last point Ashwin mentioned: not to act like or mention that it was his office and to tell their workers to do the same. Ashwin didn’t want the girl to know it was his office, and he even underlined this point so Amit would understand. Amit didn’t like Ashwin’s playboy character but never objected it out of respect and loyalty toward him. He wondered who the girl was and why Ashwin was acting like this, then decided, whatever it is, God, please help him find a wife and a family. With that prayer, he went to bed.

back inside the car 

                    As the car was about to enter the highway, Ashwin slowed down to check the sides and the road for vehicles before merging. He had just fastened his own seatbelt and, while doing so, said, “Pooja, seatbelt.” His head was bent to hook his belt, so he didn’t look at her. When he raised his head, he saw Pooja wasn’t paying attention but was gazing out the windshield at the road ahead. Ashwin called her again, “Pooja,” but there was no response. He tried once more—still nothing, as her mind was lost in her own thoughts. To get her attention, Ashwin tapped the dashboard in front of her with a “thud.” “Hey, Pooja.” The sound snapped her out of her thoughts, and she looked at Ashwin, her eyes full of questions. “What is it?” they seemed to ask. “Put on the seatbelt, Pooja,” Ashwin replied.

Pooja: fastened her seatbelt and said, “Sorry, I forgot.”  

Ashwin: “Hey, what is it?”  

Pooja: “What?” she replied in an irritated tone.  

Ashwin: “Well, this,” he said, pointing at her face. 
 
Pooja: “What again?” she asked.  

Ashwin: “The tension and nervousness on your face,” he said in a playful tone.  

Pooja: “It’s my first interview, that’s why,” she replied angrily. Even though he was helping her, she thought he was teasing her. 

Ashwin said, “Well, Pooja, nervousness is good as it sharpens your mind, but never let it take over, okay?” The car moved onto the highway, merging into the flow of vehicles. His eyes stayed on the road, but his words made Pooja glance at him for a moment. Before she could turn her head back, Ashwin continued in a caring tone, “I didn’t refer you because you need this job. I referred you because the office I chose for you needs someone like you.” His words, smooth like honey, sank deep into her.

Pooja: What made you think like that? The words slipped out of her mouth without her control, as she was drawn to him.  

Ashwin: Why not you? You’re gifted, talented, focused, ambitious, hungry to achieve something big, and so beautiful—so why not, Pooja?  

Pooja: What if I fail you in the interview?  

Ashwin looked at her for a moment, turning his head and saying, “Not in a million years, Pooja. I know you—maybe you’d reject them, not the other way around.”  

The mood in the car lightened, the tension eased, and this time, she smiled for real.  

She turned her head, and he too shifted his gaze back to the road, knowing deep down he had scored. They continued like this for a few kilometers until Ashwin noticed they were approaching a hotel.

He broke the silence, “Mmmhhh, Pooja, don’t just go into the room and answer everything they ask, okay?” Pooja looked at him with questioning eyes, and Ashwin explained, “I want you to act like yourself.” She asked what he meant, and he continued, “Answer their questions, but not all of them in full detail. Sometimes giving too much brings more questions, and some interviewers don’t like being challenged by a fresher like you.” His words sank in as he went on, “I want you to show eagerness to learn. You’re not here to earn; you’re here to learn and excel, okay?”


Pooja, with a smile, said “Ok, Ashwin,” her tone so relaxed and natural, as if she were chatting with friends—something Ashwin wished she would share with him too.

Ashwin: Hey Pooja, have you ever tried aloo paratha in the morning, especially at that hotel? It was so good and tasty there. Ashwin points to the hotel just a few yards away.  

Pooja: No, I haven’t.  

Ashwin: What? Have you ever tried it? Then try it now. His tone is encouraging and full of enthusiasm.  

Pooja: No, I mean not now. We’re going to the interview.  

Ashwin: So what?  

Pooja: I mean, why don’t we eat it after the interview? Ashwin understands now.  

Ashwin: Hey Pooja, your confidence and energy won’t work on an empty stomach. We’re going to have breakfast. With that, he parks the car in front of the hotel.  

Pooja: do not act like Radha.

Ashwin: Like who, Pooja?  

Pooja: Nothing. He says, “Come on, you’re the one who started it. Like Radha?”  

Pooja: Like my sister Radha. She also never lets me leave without eating.

Small and comfortable, their budding relationship continued to grow. With that, they headed to the hotel, enjoyed breakfast, and then set off in the car again. Ashwin phoned Amit to let him know he’d be at the office within the next two hours.
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After carefully maneuvering through the city traffic, which Ashwin hates most about city life, he entered the main gates of the 14-storey building. The watchman saluted him and allowed his car through to the building. He parked in his designated spot and took Pooja to the 11th floor, where his office was located, via the elevator. Inside, he noticed her hands and neck were sweating, and her fingers on both hands were twisting and clasping, clearly showing her tension and nervousness.

Ashwin: Hey Pooja, what’s wrong?  


Pooja: Nothing, just feeling the heat.  

Ashwin: Heat? We’re in an air-conditioned elevator, Pooja.  

Pooja: Oh.  

Ashwin: Hey, relax a bit. This is just an interview, not your final semester or a public exam from college. Just relax.  

Pooja: I understand, but as the time gets closer to the interview, I get nervous and panic.  

Ashwin: Okay fine, look me in the eye. They both turn to face each other, away from the lift doors, and lock eyes. Ashwin continues, “Just take a breath in and breathe out.” He moves his hands to emphasize his point—bringing them to his chest while saying “breath in” and moving them away while saying “breathe out.” He lets her follow along for a while, then says, “Just relax, Pooja. You’re thinking about how to handle the interview, but I’m thinking about the interviewer who has to manage interviewing the smartest and prettiest girl I know.”  Pooja’s cheeks flush slightly, showing a mix of shyness and she is enjoying his words, but before he can continue, the elevator doors open. They step out and walk down the corridor toward Ashwin’s office. Ashwin stops near the name board by the lift, points to one of the names, and says, “Look, this is where you’re going to work in a few days.”  

Pooja: “Fintegrity Audits—sounds good,” she says with excitement.  After taking two right turns and one left turn, they reached the office door. Ashwin opened it; the time was 10:45. The office was in full swing—employees were busy working, and trainees were discussing the audit scheduled for today. As Ashwin entered, the front office girl noticed him, stood up, and said, “Good morning, sir.” Before she could continue, he interrupted, “Hello, madam, I’m here to meet your MD, Mr. Amit,” gesturing for her to sit down. Pooja, walking behind Ashwin, was unaware of his gestures or facial expressions meant to keep the receptionist acting normal and silent. “Is he here, madam?” Ashwin asked. “Yes, sir, he is,” she replied. “Fine, madam, inform him about me. Remember my name—it’s Ashwin,” he said, then turned and signaled Pooja to follow him to the lounge to wait. A few minutes later, the girl returned to tell Ashwin the MD was free and wanted to see him. Without wasting time, Ashwin stood and left Pooja to meet Amit in his cabin. Pooja’s eyes wandered around the office, taking in its aesthetics, the men and women at work, and trainees moving from place to place carrying files. She imagined herself among them, not knowing that in a few months, she would be their boss.

Ashwin said, “Hey Pooja, come on, he’s ready. You’re ready, right?” She nodded yes. Then he added, “Just relax and answer the questions. Don’t go too high or too low—brief and neat answers are enough. I know you’re going to make it. If you get tense during the interview, just imagine I’m the one interviewing you.” With that, he guided her to the cabin door where Amit awaited. Ashwin stopped a few steps before the door. As she was about to open it, she looked back at him. He gave her a thumbs-up, and she smiled before entering the room. “May I come in, sir…” But here Pooja made a mistake—she didn’t notice the changes in the office environment. Everyone’s eyes turned to Ashwin, who had gone unnoticed until a trainee spotted him and called out, “Hey guys, look who’s here—it’s Ashwin sir!” The whole office fell silent. Ashwin realized Amit had failed to tell them to act normal during his visit. After making sure Pooja was inside and handling the interview, he went over to chat with the employees and trainees.

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Hi friends and readers, I welcome your responses and comments. One more thing—do I elaborate too much in this update by giving so many details? Should I cut down on the detail, or is there anything else you’d like to share with me? Please let me know and comment on it. The next few chapters won’t have any sexual content or anything like that.