Adultery The Untold Story of Abhiram's Erotic Journey - Part 1

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The Unexpected Ride with Madhavi

The morning sun was raising, casting shadows across the busy streets of the city as Abhi stepped out of his apartment building, bags still in hand. The air was warm but not oppressive, carrying the faint hum of distant traffic and voices mingling in the neighborhood.

As he turned the corner, he saw Madhavi walking towards him.

She was coming towards him, graceful and composed as ever. Her skin was a soft golden hue, glowing warmly in the sunlight. Today, she wore a cream-colored cotton saree, its delicate fabric dbangd elegantly over her slender frame. The saree’s subtle sheen caught the light with every movement, tracing the curves of her waist and the gentle swell of her hips beneath.

Her blouse was tailored perfectly — short-sleeved and slightly fitted, revealing smooth, toned arms that hinted at the strength beneath the softness. Her dark hair was pulled back in a neat bun, strands escaping just enough to frame her serene face. She wore minimal jewelry: small gold studs and a thin chain with a modest pendant resting lightly on her collarbone.

“Hey Madhavi,” Abhi said instinctively, dropping the formal tone out of habit. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

She smiled, a warm, knowing smile that made his heart skip. “Abhi, what a coincidence. I was just going to work.”

They shared a brief laugh, the ease between them growing. They found that both of their offices are pretty close to each other.

As they approached the bus stop together, the evening breeze stirred softly, carrying the faint scent of jasmine mingled with the urban air.

The bus arrived with a rumble, and both stepped inside. Luck was on their side; a pair of seats near the middle were free, side by side.

Madhavi settled gracefully, folding her saree neatly, while Abhi sat down beside her, his gaze lingering for a moment on the smooth curve of her neck and the gentle rise and fall of her chest beneath the saree’s delicate folds.

They exchanged casual conversation — about the heat, the crowded streets — but beneath the words was a current of unspoken connection.

The closeness adding to the fire.

Abhi noticed the subtle way she shifted in her seat when the bus lurched forward, the soft fabric of her saree brushing against his arm. The warmth of her presence was almost tangible.

At one point, Madhavi glanced at him, her eyes dark pools filled with something unreadable, a quiet invitation wrapped in restraint.

“Abhi,” she said softly, “how do you manage with all this noise and chaos every day?”

He thought for a moment, then smiled. “I guess I try to find little moments… like this.”

She returned the smile, and for a heartbeat, the crowded bus felt like their own private world.

As the bus rumbled along, the city fading past in a blur of colors and lights, the slow-burning tension between them grew — subtle, unspoken, and utterly captivating.

They promised to meet in the evening on their way home and dispersed when the bus reached their stop.

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Evening Ride Back Home

The evening sun was dipping low, casting long golden streaks across the busy streets of Hyderabad.

Abhi reached bus stop and looking around for Madhavi.  

There his found her walking towards him. Her skin was a soft golden yellow. Her face looks a little tired  but that makes her look more attractive. Same cream-colored cotton saree he saw in the morning, but now it is a bit wrinkled over her slender frame, now it is not fully covering her curves of her waist and exposing her belly slightly.

Her blouse short-sleeved, perfectly fitted, revealing smooth, toned arms and projects the elegance of her breasts beneath the softness of the fabric.

The bus arrived and the luck favoured again. They both got seats next to each other but this time towards the back of the bus.  The doors closed and AC in the bus making them feel comfortable.

The bus jolted slightly as it pulled away, and Abhi shifted closer to Madhavi, his shoulder nearly brushing hers. The soft fabric of her cream saree felt almost electric under his fingertips.  Her saree slipped slight making her milky assets exposed to him.  His eyes involuntarily dropped to the gentle valley between her breasts —visible just enough through the slight dip of the deep neck of her blouse.

Her breasts were full and shapely, a generous yet elegant size that spoke of mature femininity.  The tight blouse enhancing the view of soft golden assets they are trying to hide, revealing the smooth, creamy skin of her décolletage and the delicate, teasing shadow of cleavage that made Abhi’s breath hitch.

The subtle scent of jasmine and sandalwood clung to her skin, intoxicating and warm.

Abhi caught himself staring a little longer than he should, mesmerized by the soft rise and fall of her chest with each slow breath. The curve was perfect—rounded and firm, yet gentle in its natural sway. Her skin glowed with a golden warmth that seemed almost to radiate in the dim, cramped space of the bus.

Suddenly, Madhavi shifted slightly, adjusting her saree as if aware of his gaze, though she didn’t look directly at him. Her movement revealed a little more of the valley between her breasts, and the subtle pressure of the fabric hinted at the smooth, unblemished skin beneath.

Abhi’s heart raced, a thrill of forbidden excitement pulsing through him. He felt the heat rise to his cheeks but couldn’t pull his eyes away.

Her fingers, adorned with a thin gold ring, absentmindedly played with the edge of her blouse, a slow, sensual motion that sent a quiet shiver down his spine.

Their eyes met briefly then — hers dark, deep, and filled with a knowing calm — before she looked away, a faint, almost invisible smile touching her lips.

The bus continued its slow journey through the city streets, but for Abhi, time seemed to stretch and pulse with every glance, every subtle movement.

The air between them was thick with unspoken desire — restrained, respectful, but undeniably charged.


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Abhi’s heart pounded, caught between embarrassment and desire. “Maybe I am,” he admitted, managing a shy smile.

She laughed gently, a sound like silk brushing against skin. “Good. Sometimes it’s nice to get lost.”

The bus jolted again, and their shoulders brushed more firmly this time. Abhi felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him. The scent of jasmine and sandalwood from Madhavi enveloped him, a heady mix that made his senses sharpen.

She glanced at him once more, eyes filled with quiet invitation, before looking away toward the window. The city lights blurred past, but all Abhi could focus on was the soft curve of her neck, the delicate line of her jaw, and the gentle swell of her breasts beneath the saree — an intoxicating sight that lingered in his mind long after the moment passed.

The ride stretched on, slow and intimate, each second deepening the unspoken connection, building a tension that promised more — someday, somehow — but for now, left deliciously unresolved.


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The small space between their bodies shrinking as the bus jolted over a pothole. His arm shifted instinctively, and for a brief, electric moment, his hand brushed against the smooth, warm skin of Madhavi’s waist—bare just below the edge of her blouse where the saree’s pallu had slipped slightly.

Time seemed to slow. Abhi froze, heart pounding, unsure whether to pull back or linger just a fraction longer. The softness beneath his fingers was undeniable—the subtle curve of her waist revealed a skin glowing with golden warmth, untouched and silky.

Madhavi’s breath caught softly, and she didn’t pull away. Instead, her hand moved lightly to rest near his, a quiet invitation wrapped in the warmth of the moment. Her eyes met his, dark and steady, with a flicker of something tender and unspoken.

Abhi swallowed hard, the rush of heat flooding his cheeks. His fingers twitched but remained still, afraid to break the fragile connection.

The bus jerked again, and their hands parted almost reluctantly. Madhavi adjusted her saree with a gentle grace, the fabric sliding back into place as if nothing had happened. Yet the electric charge between them remained — a silent promise hanging in the air.

Neither spoke for a moment, but the unspoken language of that fleeting touch lingered deeply, weaving a thread of anticipation neither could ignore.

The warmth of her waist still lingered on his fingertips, like a secret etched into his skin. Abhi sat still, eyes fixed forward, but inside his mind, everything was in motion—spinning, burning, alive with what had just happened. He slowly palmed her waist and his fingers moved along her bare skin sending electric waves to both of them

She didn’t move away.

She let it happen.

She felt it too.

His thoughts replayed the moment with hungry precision—the softness of her bare skin under his fingers, the gentle inward curve of her waist, where blouse ended and saree dipped low enough to reveal a narrow band of golden flesh. That skin had felt impossibly smooth, warm, and almost too perfect to be real.


His eyes drifted down, openly now, but through flickering glances. The blouse she wore, though simple and elegant, hugged her body in all the right ways. Her breasts, full and mature, filled the fabric with graceful volume, and the neckline dipped just low enough to offer fleeting glimpses of the shadowed valley between them. Not too open—she wasn’t careless—but the kind of woman who knew her beauty and let it speak without words.

She knows what he’s doing.

She must’ve caught me looking. Maybe she wanted me to.

He remembered her smile—that calm, almost teasing curve of her lips when she caught him staring earlier. Not offended. Not cold. Just… aware. It had felt like she had reached across the space between them and touched him, not with hands, but with that subtle power only women like her possess.

Her posture was relaxed but composed, back straight, shoulders drawn slightly back, letting the blouse stretch lightly across her chest. The way her saree wrapped her lower body made her curves look even more alluring—soft, round hips that swayed gently with each movement of the bus, and thighs hidden beneath layers of fabric, yet unmistakably full and womanly.

The chain around her neck rested between her breasts, occasionally swaying with the motion of the ride. It drew his eyes again and again to that forbidden spot—where the blouse dipped, where skin glowed.

And then there was her scent. Even now, as the bus crowded more and strangers pressed in, that warm mix of jasmine and something deeper—sandalwood, maybe—clung to her like a second skin. Every breath he took pulled more of her into his lungs, filling his senses.

Abhi tried to keep his hands still, his body calm, but his heart was anything but. Every accidental brush of her arm, every sigh she let out, every shift in her seat made his body ache with anticipation.

He wasn’t sure what this was yet. But he was certain of one thing: this woman—Madhavi—was beginning to take over his thoughts in ways he hadn’t imagined. Slowly. Deeply. Seductively.

And she wasn’t stopping him.

Abhi’s fingers still tingled from the brief brush against Madhavi’s bare waist, the memory alive in his mind like a whispered secret. He caught her eyes once again, those deep, knowing pools reflecting a calm strength, yet flickering with something softer—an invitation wrapped in caution.

Madhavi’s breath came slowly, steadying herself. She adjusted the pallu of her saree with deliberate grace, the fabric sliding over her hips, the movement sending a subtle wave of warmth that Abhi could feel more than see. Her skin gleamed softly, a warm golden hue that seemed to glow even in the dim light.

The space between them felt smaller with every passing moment. Neither spoke, but the silence was heavy with unspoken words.

The bus neared their stop. His heart raced as they prepared to leave this charged cocoon. She turned slightly to face him, just enough to catch the curve of her neck and the soft swell of her breast beneath the delicate blouse.

As the bus slowed and he stood, their hands brushed lightly — a fleeting contact, electric and lingering. Madhavi didn’t pull away immediately, letting the moment stretch a heartbeat longer.

They got down the bus and walk silently towards their houses. When they reach

“Abhi,” she said softly, her voice low and intimate, “take care.”

Her words were simple, but the warmth behind them wrapped around him like a caress.

He nodded, feeling the weight of the moment press down on his chest.

Then, with a gentle smile, she stepped into her apartment. Abhi watched go into her home, the subtle sway of her hips beneath the saree imprinting itself on his mind.

As the doors closed — but inside, Abhi’s thoughts were quiet, filled with the memory of warmth, skin, and the promise of something just beginning.



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Morning Two – Yoga Time Again

The terrace was quieter today—still, like it sensed something was about to happen. The sky hadn’t yet fully lightened, and the breeze was cool on Abhi’s forearms as he stepped onto the rooftop again, mat tucked under one arm. His heart beat quicker than the stairs should’ve demanded.

She was already there.

Meghana stood in Vrksasana—Tree Pose—one leg folded against her inner thigh, arms raised high overhead in a perfect line. She looked statuesque, almost otherworldly. Her body was steady as stone, but her expression was playful when she glanced at him sideways.

“You’re late, 203,” she teased, not breaking form.

“You’re early.”

She lowered her arms and brought her foot down gracefully. Today she wore a pale gray top knotted just under her chest, the edge riding just high enough to reveal her toned stomach. Her leggings were a dark teal, hugging her hips like liquid shadow, giving a clear glimpse of her soft milky white belly.  She glistened slightly from her warm-up, a thin sheen of sweat catching the light along her cleavage. 

“You stretched at all?” she asked.

“Sort of.”

She smirked. “Don’t worry. I’ll stretch you.”, winking at him


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Hey everyone,

I’ve shared a long update and I’m working on another set of detailed updates for tomorrow. I know I’m not the best at writing yet—this is actually my first attempt at creating something like this, and it took a bit of courage to share it with you all.

Right now, I’m in India for my brother’s wedding, visiting from the US. My husband’s still back there, so I’ve got all the time in the world to really focus on this and make it the best it can be.

I’d truly appreciate any constructive feedback you can offer to help shape this into a refined and emotionally rich erotic novel. My goal is to finish it before I head back to the US."

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With love - Shailu

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Great updates..
I believe u have introduced too many characters too early
Every female character seems same.. teasing him

Thank you. Yes you are correct. I am correcting that mistake, just focusing only on 2 or 3 characters.  Originally I wanted to introduce the real life scenario. Where men flirt with different girls at different locations. I just wanted to establish that. But it misfired. 

Thank you for pointing the mistake. 

-- Shailu

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wow lovely poses and the chemistry between meghana and abhiram is working out lovely...

Thank you tweeny_fory.  Always appreciate your comments.

-- Shailu

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Morning Two continued - Balance Poses Begin

They started slowly, but today Meghana kept close. Closer than yesterday.

In Eagle Pose

She wrapped her arms around his from behind to demonstrate the motion. Her breath was warm against the back of his neck.

“Loosen here,” she whispered, gently guiding his elbows down. Her hands were on his forearms, but he could feel the shape of her against his back—the soft curve of her chest brushing his shoulder blades, her hip lightly grazing his.

He forgot the pose entirely.

“Focus,” she murmured with a grin in her voice, as if she could feel his distraction through the tension in his arms.
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Next came Warrior III.

“Now, balance on one leg. Tilt forward from your hips, arms straight. Like a plane,” she said, walking around him. “Don’t worry if you tip—I’ll catch you.”

He tilted forward, stretching, trying to stay stable.

Then—inevitably—he wobbled.

She was there in an instant.

Her hands came to his waist, firm, steadying him. Fingers splayed on either side of his lower abdomen. Her thumbs grazed just under his shirt. The contact shot a slow heat through his core.

Soft touch of her hands on his lower abdomen, made him shiver.  She could feel his shiver

“Keep your spine long,” she said. Her voice had dropped slightly. Softer. Breathier.

“I... I’m trying.”

“I know.” She let her hands linger a few seconds too long before stepping back. “You’re tense.”

“You think?”

She laughed and moved to face him again. “It’s okay. Your body’s not used to this. It takes time to open.”

Her eyes locked on his.

“Physically, I mean,” she added—though the words hung heavier in the air than they needed to.

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The Moment

As they moved into Half Moon Pose, Meghana positioned herself directly beside him.

“Now shift your weight. Extend your arm, lift one leg... yes... good.”

He wobbled again.

She stepped closer—too close—her hand cupping the side of his thigh, guiding it higher, while the other pressed lightly against his side for support.

Her face was right next to his now, eyes focused, lips parted slightly from the breath.

Their skin nearly touched.

He didn’t move. Neither did she.

The moment pulsed between them. Silent. Alive.

His leg trembled—not from the pose, but from the nearness of her.

“You’re doing well,” she said, quietly. Her gaze flicked to his lips, then quickly away. “Better than yesterday.”

“You make it hard to concentrate,” he said before he could stop himself.

She didn’t answer at first. Just smiled faintly. Then whispered, “Good.”

And she stepped back.

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Winding Down

They ended in Seated Forward Fold—legs stretched, backs long.

Meghana sat beside him, her knee brushing his.

“You surprised me,” she said softly, reaching for her towel. “You’ve got good body awareness.”

“Thanks,” he said, voice low. “Not sure how much of that is yoga. Might be... proximity.”

She smiled but didn’t pull away. “Same thing, sometimes.”

They sat in silence, their bodies still warm, the space between them not quite empty.

Finally, she turned to him.

“Tomorrow... we’ll do partner poses. If you’re up for it.”

He met her eyes.

“I’m in.”

She stood, mat under her arm, then paused—leaned in just a bit, her voice like velvet.

“Just wear something I can work with.”

And with that, she disappeared into the stairwell—again leaving Abhi full of heat, breathless, and already aching for morning.


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I am deeply heartbroken by the tragic Air India AI-171 plane crash in Ahmedabad. So many lives were lost—passengers, crew on board the aircraft, and several medical students and staff of the medical hostel that was struck during the crash. This is a devastating loss.

My thoughts and prayers are with every individual who lost their life, and with the families and friends who are now facing unimaginable grief. I cannot begin to express the sorrow I feel for each person affected by this tragedy.

In this time of profound mourning, I offer my heartfelt condolences and stand with all those touched by this heartbreaking event. May the souls of the departed rest in peace, and may their loved ones find strength and comfort in the days to come.

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Day Three – Partner Poses and Closer Spaces

The air was already warm when Abhi stepped onto the terrace, a fine layer of early sun brushing the edge of the concrete. The quiet of the morning gave everything a heightened clarity—the way the city yawned below, the breeze lifting his shirt slightly, and the figure already stretching on the far side of the terrace.

Meghana.

Today, she wore a dark wine-colored sports bra that clung snugly to her torso, the fabric stopping just under her chest, showcasing her strong chest muscles as they bulge against the fabric. Her leggings, deep charcoal and smooth as silk, sat low on her hips—way below the navel, revealing a generous stretch of her sculpted belly.

Every motion she made rippled lightly through the flat plane of her stomach.

Her navel, a tiny indentation in the middle of her stomach, lies slightly below the level of her hips.

It's a natural beauty mark that highlights her midriff.

The dark color of her sports bra emphasizes Meghana's skin seem even more ivory white.

Her smooth torso extends down to her waist, which is slender yet strong enough to support her movements.

The smooth fabric clings to her skin, outlining each muscle as if it was made for this dress.

And Abhi couldn’t not look.

The soft dip of her navel, the subtle definition of muscle under satin skin—it was distracting, magnetic and alive. She moved like someone who had long since made peace with her own beauty.

She turned toward him,

catching his gaze—“again”—and offered the kind of smile that didn’t apologize for being seen.

Their didn't look away for a few moments.

“You ready?” she asked, arching an eyebrow.

“I think so.”

“You think?” She walked over, barefoot and smooth.

“Today’s about trust. I’ll hold you. You’ll hold me.”

Abhi’s pulse quickened.

“Try not to drop me,” she added, teasing. “Or yourself.”


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Partner Yoga Begins

They started with a Seated Back-to-Back Twist—legs crossed, spines aligned, arms interlocked. Their backs pressed together, warm and close.

Abhi could feel the gentle inhale of her breath against him, the soft, solid curve of her body fitting naturally to his.

As they twisted, slowly, their arms pulled in opposite directions, and he felt the tension in her muscles, her hand gripping his wrist lightly but firmly.


“Breathe into it,” she whispered, her cheek near his.

He could smell the faint citrus of her shampoo.

The closeness was intimate but calm, like two halves of a quiet storm.

Then came Double Boat Pose—both of them seated, facing each other, legs lifted and soles touching.

As they reached forward, palms pressing into one another, Abhi’s hands closed around hers.

Her fingers were smaller, softer than he expected—but strong.

It is first time Abhi actually touching her.  

His fingers could feel the softness of her beautiful and slender fingers.  

Her fingers felt like silk wrapped around quiet strength—delicate, yes, but with a surprising firmness, as though she carried intention in every gesture.

The warmth of her skin seeped into his palms, traveling up his arms like the slow pour of honeyed heat.

He hadn’t expected touch to feel this... personal.

Their grip was simple, part of the pose, yet the sensation lingered, tingling where skin met skin.

Abhi tried to focus on his breath, on the stretch in his hamstrings, on the posture—but his awareness kept circling back to the soft give of fingers, the quiet confidence in her hold.

Her thumb brushed his by accident—or was it?—and something fluttered in his chest, low and warm.

It wasn’t just yoga anymore. It was a conversation, a secret one, spoken entirely through hands.

For the first time in his life, he is holding the hand of a woman.

She smiled at him through their effort.

“Look at you,” she said, breath catching. “Doing better than I thought.”

“You mean without collapsing or staring?”

She laughed. “Both.”

Their knees trembled with the tension of balance, and as they slowly came back down, she leaned in, close enough that her forehead almost brushed his.

Their eyes met—and lingered.


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Closer Still: Standing Forward Bend

“Okay,” Meghana said next. “Time to test your focus.”

She guided him behind her as they moved into a Standing Forward Fold, back to front. She bent forward at the hips, arms hanging loose, and he stood behind her, mimicking the motion.

Then she reached back, hands searching for his hands.

Their fingers locked behind her thighs. Their bodies aligned—his chest grazing her back, his breath brushing her shoulder blades.

“Hold me here,” she said softly. “Steady.”

He swallowed, hands moving lower to grip just above her hips, careful and slow.

Abhi's hands were tentative at first, but as they made contact with Meghana's hips, he felt a sudden sense of connection. His palms pressed into her, molding to her shape. Her hips flared out from her narrow waist, creating a gentle bulge in each of his hands. 

He could feel every detail of her figure against his own—the way her flesh yielded to his pressure, the light tremors that ran through him as he held her.

Abhi's heart began to pound as he grasped Meghana's hips, feeling the warmth of her hip beneath his palms. This was a new sensation for him—a tactile intimacy he'd never experienced before.

His fingers spread wide across her skin, feeling the smooth curves of her body. She was warm and soft beneath his touch.

He tightened his grip slightly, and she responded by pushing her hips back into his hands, unknowingly. It felt as though they were melting together

Meghana's body responded instinctively to the pressure of Abhi's hands. She could feel heat rising from within as he held her.

His touch was gentle yet firm, sending shivers through her body. It felt like he was trying to hold onto her, anchoring himself to the warmth of her skin.

Meghana's mind raced with the realization that this was the first time anyone other than her husband had touched her in a way that made her feel desired. Abhi's hands were like a burning her skin—something she'd been missing for so long, and it felt amazing to finally experience it.

She knew he felt it too;

She arched subtly into him—not retreating, not resisting.

“Good,” she whispered, deepening her breath.

The moment stretched—nothing overt, but heavy with the gravity of two bodies just a breath away from crossing a line.

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The Navel Moment: Front Hold Balance Pose 

Their final pose required one person to balance, standing, while the other leaned back in their grip.

Meghana stood tall, offering both hands. “Trust me?” she asked.

“I think I do,” he said.

“Then catch me.”

She leaned back, arms extended, her weight pulling gently into his. His feet grounded. His hands slid forward to steady her—one catching her palm, the other instinctively rising to her bare waist, just under her ribs.

His fingers brushed the soft curve of her belly, right near her navel.

He felt an immediate response, his own body reacting instinctively to hers. He could feel his arousal growing, pushing into his pants with increasing intensity.

The pressure of his hand on her waist was firm. The warmth of her skin was like a soft caress against the hardness of his own. A sensation he'd never experienced before.

Abhi knew he was getting turned on; he could feel himself stiffening in his pants, and yet he couldn't bring himself to move away. Instead, he pressed his hand even harder into Meghana's waist.

It was like an electric current running between them—a connection that went far beyond then expected.

Meghana was like a living flame—her warmth spreading through him with each touch. Her skin was smooth beneath his fingertips, which are hovering around her belly.

Abhi's senses were heightened; he could smell the floral perfume on her skin, and it mixed with her natural scent—the result was intoxicating. He felt like he was losing himself in her—becoming one with her very being.

Her body seemed to come alive under his touch—a light flush of color spreading across her chest as he pressed his hand against her waist. Her navel formed a small indentation between his fingers and palm, drawing him closer with every beat of her heart.

He could feel the light tremors running through her, and it sent a jolt through him—reminding him how much he enjoyed being with her.

She knew he was getting turned on—his arousal evident even through his clothes. It felt incredible to be desired by him; it stirred something deep within her, making her feel warm all over.

Meghana's own body was responding to his touch—the way he held her waist, the way his fingers roaming around her belly sent shivers running through her. She could feel herself becoming wetter as they stood there together, a softness growing between her legs that she couldn't quite ignore.

As Abhi pressed even harder into her waist, Meghana felt the heat of his arousal intensifying against her own body—a feeling that was both exciting and deeply arousing to her.

Meghana's mind raced with the realization that this was more than just a lesson in yoga. She could feel herself becoming incredibly aroused as they stood there together.

She gasped—quiet, but didn’t move away.

Their eyes locked.

Then, her voice, low: “You’re getting comfortable.”

He started to pull back, but her hand caught his wrist gently.


“Did I say stop?”


Abhi froze.

Her eyes searched his. Something unspoken passed between them—heat and hesitation, permission and pause.

Finally, she released him.

“That’s enough for today,” she said, voice breathier than before. “You’re improving fast.”

“Because of my teacher.”

She stepped back, picking up her towel. “Tomorrow,” she said, glancing over her shoulder, “we try trust drops. Hope you’re not afraid of falling.”

Abhi, still rooted to the spot, watched her go—his skin still buzzing from the soft imprint of her touch… and the one he’d left on her.




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Thank you Yash121.  Please let me know if you think I should make any corrections to my writing style. Your feedback would be truly helpful.

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Meghana’s Evening – Memories and Tension

Meghana walked into her apartment by 8 p.m., quietly closing the door behind her.

The space was simple and warmly lit—plants by the window, a yoga mat rolled in the corner of the living room, a small collection of early morning reads on the coffee table.

The clock on her phone read 8:17 p.m. She’d spent the evening working virtually—calls for pharma product pitches, fine-tuning her presentation slides—until something distracted her.

It wasn’t the hum of her laptop. It was the morning.

She sat on her yoga mat.

The memory came back as clear as the sunrise light

Abhi hand holding her hand...

His hands finding her waist...

Steadying her in that balancing pose...

Her breath catching as he brushed her belly...

The brief flicker in his eyes.

Her own stomach had tightened—not from physical stretch, but from something deeper.

Connection.

Surprise.

Maybe even delight.

Her thoughts were going in different directions

Every thought ends at one place


Abhi

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Her Ring.


She rubbed the smooth band on her finger and sighed.

Married at 25

He was nice—a soft-spoken man she’d met through mutual friends.

They were together—comfortable and polite.

He worked in pharma product sales, on the road more often than not.

She saw him in weekends and filtered memories: quick hellos, shared meals, polite laughter.

A life built with care but lacking in spark.

A deep void in her life...

She’d thought yoga would fill that space.

It helped her feel strong, centered... independent.

Then Abhi came along...  Younger to her

At first, he was just the skinny guy from flat 203, awkward around her in the stairwell.

But now? Something had shifted.

That morning.

His body pressed to hers as she helped him into poses.

His touch on her belly.

The slow catch of his breath near her ears.

Everything inside her had lit up—curiosity, need, admiration.

Her life with her husband was stable. Secure. Practically predictable.



But with Abhi?

It felt alive.

Dangerous.



... Electric ...

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