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

[shailu4ever]

What Was Never Meant to Be




Her hand rose to his neck.

Her fingers splayed, drawing him in.

She could not wait any longer.  The anticipation is too high.

Their faces were inches apart.

And finally, when her breath brushed his lips…

He kissed her soft and tender lips

When their lips finally met, it wasn’t a clash—it was a question.

Soft at first. Barely there. A hesitant graze.

Then deeper.

Her mouth opened just slightly, just enough to let his breath mix with hers. 

Their lips moved in slow synchrony—tasting, searching, longing. 

She kissed like someone remembering how it used to feel to be wanted. 

He kissed like someone discovering for the first time that wanting can be this gentle.

She tilted her head, and he followed. Their bodies still weren’t pressed fully together, but their hearts were colliding in rhythm.

Her lips moved with his, slow and warm and yielding. There was no rush. No panic. Just heat.

Abhi deepened the kiss, inch by inch, learning her rhythm, her texture, the soft sounds she made. His hand on her waist held her steady and tight. The other moved behind her head, fingers threading into her half-damp hair, holding her closer.

Her body arched into his.


It was nothing like the fantasies he had carried inside. 

This was rawer. 

Realer.

The soft gasp from her throat. 

The heat of her breath.

The silk of her blouse against his shirt. 

The slip of her pallu beginning to slide from her shoulder.


He broke the kiss only to breathe — his forehead resting against hers.

- - -

Her eyes shimmered, searching his face.

her voice husky with wonder. “I’ve never kissed like this…” 

she whispered. “It felt like time stopped… like every part of me forgot the world and remembered only you.” 

She touched her lips softly, still breathless. “I never thought a kiss could feel like this… not even with the man I married.”


She touched his face, a slow trace of her finger along his jaw.

She didn’t speak for a moment—just looked at him, her eyes wide, glassy, searching. 

As if she was trying to hold on to what had just happened, to make sense of the storm he had stirred within her. 

Her lips still slightly parted, touched by trembling breath, she finally said, “I didn’t know I could feel like this…”

Her gaze softened, then deepened—no longer just startled, but thankful. Longing. 

A quiet ache shimmered behind her eyes. “What did you do to me, Abhi…” she whispered, almost to herself. 

Her fingers brushed his wrist, a silent confession of everything words would fail to hold. “You’ve given me something I’ll never forget.”


Abhi’s voice was barely above a whisper as he looked into her eyes, still reeling from the depth of what they had just shared. “I’ve never kissed anyone before… not like this. Not at all.”

His words hung between them, fragile and honest. “And if this is what a first kiss feels like… with you… I think I’ll carry it inside me for the rest of my life.”

It was weight. Years of longing that hadn’t found words — only now finding release in each other’s arms.

She tilted her head back slightly, and he leaned in again — this time slower, deeper. The kiss lingered, their lips moving with more urgency. More hunger. His hands held her tighter. Hers traveled down his back, anchoring him.

As they parted, her pallu had fallen almost entirely from her shoulder, the saree clinging to her curves. Her cheeks flushed, her lips slightly swollen from their kiss.


She looked beautiful.      Disarmed.         Alive.


“I shouldn’t want this,” she said quietly. “But I do.”

“So do I,” he murmured.

They stood like that, holding each other — still, warm, stunned by what had just happened.

No promises.

No declarations.

But something had broken.

And something had begun.



None of them know how long they stood like that

He leaned in again, their lips met one last time... but the time stood there.

He broke the kiss gently, resting his forehead against hers.

Neither of them spoke.

There was no need.

But in that silence, something changed. It wasn’t guilt or shame or hesitation—it was a knowing. That even in the thinnest corridor between right and wrong, there exists a world of feeling that cannot be ignored.

Her lips were still parted, breathing unevenly. His fingers were still around her waist, his thumb moving softly against her skin.

He pulled back just enough to see her face again.

She looked at him as though something inside her had been broken open.

“Good night, Madhavi,” he said finally, voice hoarse.

She nodded, her expression unreadable. “Good night, Abhi.”



He stepped back,       opened the door,      and walked into the hallway


His heart louder than his footsteps.

Behind him, the door closed softly.


And the air still carried the scent of her skin.

[shailu4ever]

Hi All,

This scene from "When the Silence Held Fire"  to here,   took me almost a full day to complete. I wrote, read, deleted, rewrote, and edited—repeating the process multiple times and creating several versions along the way.

Personally, I’m quite happy with how it turned out. 

I’d really appreciate it if you could read it when you’re not in a rush.

Please take the time to read every word with feel.

Your honest feedback would mean a lot to me. I’m looking forward to hearing your thoughts and comments.

With love

-- Shailu

[tweeny_fory]

Abhi’s Walk — Reflections Under Streetlights

The apartment door closed behind him with a soft click. The hallway light flickered once before steadying, and Abhi slowly walked toward the elevator, the bakery box still in his hand — untouched.

His footsteps echoed softly, his mind anything but quiet.

The evening had shifted the moment he saw the second pair of eyes at the table.

Varnika.

It wasn’t just the surprise of another guest — it was who she was. Younger. Strikingly pretty. Sharp-tongued and observant, much like Meghana but without the inner walls.

She had been watching him — that much he could tell. Trying to place him. Reading every glance between the sisters. Every pause in conversation.

And Meghana…

She hadn’t been herself.

The silkiness of her voice had stiffened. Her eyes didn’t linger the way they had during yoga. Her laugh came shorter, like it had somewhere else to be.

And he’d missed it.

He stepped out into the night air. It was cool, breezy — the kind of weather that usually made his walks pleasant. But tonight, everything felt unsettled. He walked a little faster.

He hadn’t come for food. He hadn’t come for conversation.

He had come because of the quiet unspoken invitation between them. The way her eyes had held his after yoga that morning. The lingering touch on his arm. The soft message behind her words — come tonight — that had carried so much more than politeness.

But that door never opened.

It stayed closed — behind the unexpected presence of a younger sister and a table that never allowed intimacy.

He reached the small park nearby and sat on the edge of a bench.

What now?

He didn’t blame Meghana. Family surprises happen. But the timing… it felt like the universe wasn’t ready for what might have happened tonight.

And yet, a strange thought came to him — not of disappointment, but of delay.

Not an ending. Just a pause.

The tension was still there.

The spark hadn’t died.

If anything, it had grown more dangerous.

Because now it had to hide.



And hiding things made them burn brighter.



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Wow, that's quite a few posts dedicated to Meghana and her reflections after the yoga session eagerly waiting for the evening! As you being a woman author, I appreciate how well you've captured Mghana's emotions, feelings, and thoughts during this transformative period. The writing is clear and concise, really allowing her inner world to shine through. The arrival of her younger sister was a bit of a surprise, wasn't it? It seems some readers were disappointed by this mini-break in the momentum, and perhaps a little more consideration could have been given to its impact on the narrative flow. Now we're all eagerly anticipating how Abhiram and Meghana's relationship will evolve and deepen over the coming episodes, and with great anticipation!.

[Jibon Ahmed]

MARVELLOUS

[Yash121]

Much more fantastic than I expected....❤️

[shailu4ever]

Wow, that's quite a few posts dedicated to Meghana and her reflections after the yoga session eagerly waiting for the evening! As you being a woman author, I appreciate how well you've captured Mghana's emotions, feelings, and thoughts during this transformative period. The writing is clear and concise, really allowing her inner world to shine through. The arrival of her younger sister was a bit of a surprise, wasn't it? It seems some readers were disappointed by this mini-break in the momentum, and perhaps a little more consideration could have been given to its impact on the narrative flow. Now we're all eagerly anticipating how Abhiram and Meghana's relationship will evolve and deepen over the coming episodes, and with great anticipation!.

Hi tweeny_fory

Thank you so much for your kind words and thoughtful feedback! I'm really glad to hear that Meghana’s inner world resonated with you, that means a lot. ?

As for the arrival of her younger sister and that slight "pause" in the narrative momentum: that was actually a deliberate choice. 

If Abhi and Meghana had met that evening alone for dinner, given their state that evening, the emotional intensity and chemistry between them might have escalated too quickly, possibly leading them to go all the way. Since there are more romantic and significant scenes planned for them in the upcoming chapters, this break was necessary to maintain a natural and gradual build-up in their relationship.

The intention was to heighten anticipation while allowing their bond to deepen meaningfully over time. Thanks again for reading so closely, it's great to have engaged readers like you on this journey!

Truly appreciate your comments and feedback.

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

MARVELLOUS

Hi Jibon Ahmed

Thank you so much for the feedback! ? 
Your enthusiasm truly made my day. It's always incredibly encouraging to hear such uplifting words.

It keeps me inspired to keep writing and sharing more. Grateful for your support!

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Much more fantastic than I expected....❤️

Hi Yash121

Thank you so much for your lovely words.

They truly means a lot to me! I’m so glad the story exceeded your expectations. 

Feedback like yours keeps me motivated and excited to keep writing. Grateful for your continued support and presence on this journey! ?

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Abhi’s Reflection – After the Storm


As the door closed behind him with a soft click, Abhi leaned back against it—breathless.

Not from exertion. But from something deeper. Something irreversible.

He hadn’t imagined this moment.

Not like this.

But maybe he had.

But it is way better than he could ever imagine

In every stolen glance across their balconies, every long pause outside the lift, every time their hands brushed while passing a water bottle or a grocery bag—this had been hiding.

Waiting.

He ran a hand through his hair, still tingling from where her fingers had touched his neck.

There had been moments with Madhavi before that danced on the edge of something unsaid—moments that fluttered, teased, circled them like moths drawn to a shared fire.

But tonight… the glass shattered. Gently.

He didn’t just kiss her. He crossed into her world.

And she didn’t stop him.

She let him in.

She opened the gates.


She invited him in to her ...

[shailu4ever]

There was something about the way she looked at him.

Like she had already been carrying this truth, waiting for him to reach it on his own.

Her body didn’t flinch, didn’t question.

It welcomed him—quietly, fully.

He walked slowly into his room and sat down on the edge of his bed.

His palms were still warm from her waist.

That softness, that living warmth—he had never touched anyone like that.

He had never been touched like that.

It was more than desire.

It was... access.

Like some invisible door had finally been opened.

Now the air between them wasn’t filled with tension anymore—it was filled with belonging.

He could still hear her voice. “I’ve never kissed like this…”.    “What did you do to me, Abhi…”.      “You’ve given me something I’ll never forget.”

She wasn’t giving him just permission.

She was giving him her trust.

And Abhi knew, with complete clarity,

that from this moment on...

Everything changes for good, in between them


All those bus rides, the glances, the closeness — they had led here.

But now, every heartbeat carried

a weight of desire

a weight of guilt


A weight of an awakening he couldn’t take back.

[shailu4ever]

Madhavi’s Reflection – The Silence in 202


That night, after the door closed

Madhavi didn’t move for a long time.

She stood by the wall, one hand resting lightly on the console table, the other drifting to her lips—not to check what had just happened, but to hold it there, as if it might stay longer if she didn’t let the moment slip.

She knew this would come.

Not tonight, perhaps.

Not in this way.

But she had seen it in his eyes before—in the way Abhi looked at her without hunger, but with wonder.

She had felt it in herself too, slowly unfolding across days and shared silences, in the quiet pauses when his presence lingered longer than it should have.

She walked toward the living room and sat on the edge of the couch, the soft cotton saree folding gently around her. The glass of water they had shared was still on the table, faint droplets clinging to its rim like memory refusing to fade.

What just happened… she didn’t regret it.

No part of her wanted to erase that kiss.

Because something had opened. Something quiet and private and irrevocable.

This wasn’t a slip. This wasn’t stolen.

It was entered—by both of them, with full knowing hearts.

She thought of Abhi’s voice, low and trembling: “I’ve never done this before.”

The honesty of that. The vulnerability.

And she had offered herself not out of pity, not from loneliness—but because he had made her feel… sacred.


Sandeep had kissed her many times. That never felt like this.

She had smiled, she had played her part.

She had even convinced herself, for a time, that physical affection was enough.


But with Abhi, this kiss had no function.

It was not expected, not earned.

It was simply true.

And that truth shook her.



There is a moment in every woman’s life

A crossing.

A point beyond which the heart no longer belongs to pretenses or roles or polite detachment.

It begins to live only where it feels recognized.

Tonight, Madhavi crossed that point.


She didn’t feel reckless.

She felt awake. Entirely, dangerously awake.  But also… changed.

[shailu4ever]

Now came the Conflict


Because she knew what this would mean.

Not in dramatic terms, not in scandal or betrayal—but in soulful ones.

There was no easy way to return to the woman she was before she opened her door tonight.

She had allowed a part of herself—guarded for so long—to be seen.

And once that part has been seen, truly seen, it cannot be hidden again.

She curled her legs up onto the couch, rested her head against the backrest, and stared into the low light of the room.

Her heart wasn’t racing. It was settling—into a feeling far more dangerous than lust.

It was belonging.

And it scared her.

Not because she didn’t want it.

But because, in all the days ahead, she wouldn’t be able to lie to herself anymore.

She hadn’t just been kissed.

She had been chosen.

And in return, she had let him in.


Not into her house.

Not just her skin.

But into the most private part of her...

The one that had longed to be understood without ever having to explain.

[shailu4ever]

Monday Morning – A Seat Left Empty



The bus stop was quiet, coated in the soft hush that only early mornings can carry.

A light breeze moved through the trees lining the road, the sky still bruised with pre-sunrise blue.

Abhi stood there, hands in his pockets, staring at nothing in particular.

The bus hadn’t arrived yet.

But more than that—she hadn’t.

He glanced once toward the apartment gate.

No cream saree fluttering in the wind.

No quiet footsteps beside him.

No subtle perfume that lingered in the morning air.

His chest tightened in that strange way it does when something you didn’t expect becomes something you start hoping for. He hadn’t expected her to be there. But still…

His phone buzzed with a Slack notification. He ignored it.

He unlocked the screen anyway, opened the WhatsApp chat with Madhavi, stared at the blank message box for a few seconds, and then locked the phone again.

Maybe she left early.

Maybe she didn’t sleep well.

Maybe she just needed space.


Or maybe—like him—she was still inside that kiss, still listening to the echo of her name whispered between breaths.

The bus arrived with a soft screech.

He climbed on, took the seat they usually shared when it was empty, and stared out the window as the trees rolled by.

The space beside him felt quieter than usual.

And somehow, it made him feel more alive than anything else.

[shailu4ever]

A Sip of Truth – Meghana and Varnika, Flat 403


Sunday Night, around 7:30 PM

The faint sound of traffic filtered in from the main road, mingling with the low hum of the ceiling fan.

The flat was dimly lit, cozy, and quiet.

Varnika sat on the edge of the bed, flipping through a magazine without really reading.

She wore a sleeveless peach tee and pyjamas, her long hair loose and tousled.

There was a certain alertness in her silence—like a cat watching through half-closed eyes.

Meghana stepped out of the bathroom, wiping her face with a towel.

Her skin was freshly washed, a little flushed.

She looked at Varnika briefly and walked to the dressing table.

“I made some chamomile,” Meghana said. “Want some?”

“I’m good,” Varnika replied without looking up.

Meghana hesitated, then turned to her sister. “Something on your mind?”

Varnika slowly closed the magazine. “Yes.”


A pause.

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The Confrontation



“I was waiting for you to bring it up,” she added, her voice even.

Meghana blinked. “Bring what up?”

Varnika raised her eyes. Calm. Sharp. “Friday night.”

The air changed.

Meghana tried to smile it off. “Oh, that? I just thought it’d be nice to have dinner with someone who’s helped me a few times."
"He lives downstairs… I told you that.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Meghana shifted, visibly uncomfortable.

Varnika stood up slowly, walked to the window, then turned around and faced her sister. “You kissed him, Didi.”

Silence dropped like a pebble in a still pond.

Meghana’s lips parted, but no words came.

“I saw it,” Varnika said softly. “After dinner. You thought I was in my room, but I came out to turn off the water filter.”

Meghana closed her eyes briefly, as if exhaling a secret that had been pressing too long on her ribs.

“I… didn’t mean for it to happen that way,” she said quietly. “It was just on impulse. I thought you didn’t notice.”

“I notice everything,” Varnika said, half-smiling. “Especially when my big sister suddenly starts behaving like a nervous college girl around a cute neighbor.”


Meghana sat down at the edge of the bed.

Her shoulders sagging a little. “It’s not just that he’s good-looking. He’s... grounded. Respectful. Shy, even. And I don’t know how it started, but... during yoga, during those small conversations on the terrace—something grew.”

Varnika folded her arms. “And it’s been going on for a few weeks?”

Meghana nodded slowly. “At first, it was innocent. Breathing exercises, posture help changed a few things into, that I cannot name it yet”

[shailu4ever]

Understanding and Sisterhood Support


Varnika sat beside her, quietly.

“I didn’t plan to like him,” Meghana whispered. “But I do. It crept in, little by little.”

Varnika touched her sister’s shoulder gently. “You don’t have to feel guilty for liking someone, Didi.”

Meghana looked at her with a mix of relief and sadness. “But I’m married, Varni.”

“You’re also human,” Varnika said. “You didn’t cross any lines. Not really. You kissed him on the cheek. You felt something. That’s not a crime.”

Meghana stared ahead, her voice low. “But it’s the feeling that scares me. Because it wasn’t fleeting. It’s still there.”

Varnika smiled faintly. “Maybe it’s the first time you felt seen. Or touched without expectation.”

Meghana blinked fast. That landed.

“I just don’t want you to think less of me,” she murmured.

“I don’t,” Varnika said instantly. “Actually… I kind of get it.”

Meghana turned, curious.

“The first time I saw him, I thought—damn,” Varnika admitted with a sheepish grin. “Tall, fair, a bit awkward... that soft-spoken charm? Yeah, he’s dangerously likeable.”

Meghana laughed—a real, full laugh—for the first time in days.

“But he looked at you differently,” Varnika added after a beat. “I could see that.”

Meghana’s smile faded into something softer. “I don’t know where this is going. Maybe nowhere.”

“Or maybe somewhere unexpected,” Varnika said. “But whatever it is, you don’t have to face it alone.”

They sat together in silence for a while, two sisters wrapped in an invisible bond—one that allowed secrets to breathe, and hearts to ache without shame.


Outside the window, the streetlights flickered gold on the quiet road below.

[shailu4ever]

Monday Afternoon – Varnika’s Spark and a Subtle Stirring


The rain hadn’t arrived yet, but the skies had turned that dense pre-monsoon grey.

A faint, damp breeze drifted through the open balcony door of Flat 403, fluttering the ends of the sheer curtains like slow, unsure breaths.

Meghana was slicing some fruit absentmindedly in the kitchen, the knife moving more out of habit than purpose.

Her hair was tied up in a loose braid, a few strands falling over her cheek as she leaned forward, lost in thought.

Varnika was sprawled across the floor on a dhurrie mat, going through a folder of documents and trying to match them to an excel sheet open on her laptop.

But her eyes kept darting toward Meghana now and then, catching the occasional sigh or faraway expression.

“You look like someone who just turned off the music halfway through the best song,” Varnika said suddenly, not looking up from her papers.

Meghana blinked and glanced over. “What?”

“I’m talking about your face. You’ve been quiet since morning. Even the watermelon is scared.”

Meghana laughed softly and returned to slicing. “Just distracted.”

Varnika tilted her head. “Thinking about Abhi?”

That name landed gently—but precisely. Meghana’s knife paused for a moment.

Varnika sat up, eyes lighting with curiosity. “Actually… I had an idea.”

Meghana didn’t speak, but she was listening.

“I’ve got three places to visit this week—two college offices and one interview downtown. You’re working, and I hate auto rides with grumpy drivers. But Abhi works from home sometimes, right?”

Meghana gave a small nod.


Varnika’s smile widened. “Then why don’t we ask him to help me out a bit? He seemed nice. The silent, secretly sweet type. I wouldn’t mind the company.”

Meghana tried to keep her face neutral, but her fingers had gone still on the chopping board.

“I mean, you did say he’s helped you before. So... fair game,” Varnika added, standing now and stretching her arms above her head, her shirt riding just slightly at the waist. “Plus, we should thank him again properly for Friday, even though that was… weird.”

Meghana turned, a soft blush rising despite herself. “You think he’ll come again? After that awkward dinner?”

Varnika grinned mischievously. “He came into the lion’s den once. He’ll survive again.”

[shailu4ever]

She walked over, reached for her phone and handed it to Meghana. “Come on. Message him. Let’s do dinner tonight. I’ll even cook.”

Meghana hesitated, wiping her hands.

“It’s your idea. You message him.”


“No, no,” Varnika teased. “He’ll come only if you message. There’s... history in your texts.”

That made Meghana glance up sharply. “What do you mean?”

Varnika raised an eyebrow. “Nothing. Just that your voice softens when you say his name. Go on, akka. Don’t think. Just text.”

With an exhale, Meghana picked up her phone

She was not sure, is it really something she canm ask him for dinner after what happened on Friday night?

She closed her eyes for a second

She opned the phone and typed

“Hey, are you free for dinner tonight? Around 7:30? Varnika wanted to talk to you about something too :)”

She hovered over the send button—then tapped it.

The message flew off into the tiny storm of silence between them.

Almost immediately, her phone lit up with a call.

Varnika blinked. “Already?”

Meghana stared at the screen. It was him.

[shailu4ever]

The Invitation


She hesitated, then answered. “Hello?”

Abhi’s voice was calm, quiet—but slightly unsure. “Hey... Meghana. Uh... is this okay?”

Her brows furrowed slightly. “What do you mean?”

“I just... wasn’t sure. After Friday. I thought maybe your sister wouldn’t be thrilled to see me again.”

Meghana glanced at Varnika, who was now pretending to be deeply fascinated by her laptop screen, but was very much listening.

“She’s the one who insisted,” Meghana said, a soft smile playing at her lips.

There was a pause. Then came his low chuckle—that rare, velvet-soft sound she hadn’t heard often.

“Oh,” he said. “Then I guess I’m cornered.”

She laughed gently, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Don’t worry. No third-degree tonight. Just dinner. And a small favor for Varnika, if you’re free this week.”

“Of course,” Abhi said. “Anything for you—uh, for her. I mean.”

Another pause. There was a faint rustle, maybe he was shifting positions, but in that tiny delay, something passed between them.

A memory of his fingers brushing hers on the yoga mat.

The whisper of his breath near her cheek when he corrected her posture.

The tension that had built and frayed, still hanging somewhere between them.

“I’ll see you at 7:30, then?” Meghana said softly.

“Yeah. Looking forward,” Abhi replied.

His voice was steady again, but the edges were warmer now.

She ended the call and lowered the phone slowly.

Varnika looked up with a playful smirk. “You were blushing.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“You were. It was faint. But it was there.”

Meghana rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile.



Outside, the skies grumbled softly, as if approving the invitation.

[shailu4ever]

Monday Night – Three at the Table, But Something Else in the Air

The rain had started well before sunset, slipping in quietly with a light breeze that turned the apartment balconies into listening stations for every soft tap of water on concrete and railing.

It wasn’t a storm—just one of those long, introspective drizzles that made the lights inside feel warmer and the silences more noticeable.

Abhi stood outside Flat 403 holding a simple box of sweets.

It wasn’t grand—just a quiet courtesy.

But the weight of it in his hand felt heavier than sugar.

After the past few days, everything felt a little different.

And tonight… he didn’t know what he was walking into, only that he wanted to.

The door opened.

Varnika stood there barefoot, a loose white tee half-tucked into soft grey shorts, her hair up in a half-undone bun.

There was something effortlessly intimate about her appearance—like she belonged to the moment before it even began.

Her sleepy eyes widened with a smile. “You’re right on time,” she said, stepping aside.

Abhi smiled back, offering the sweets. “A small thank-you… and maybe a peace offering.”

She took them with a small grin. “For what?”

“For crashing your Friday,” he said.

Varnika’s smile tilted knowingly. “Oh, we survived.”

She turned to lead him in. “Come.”

The aroma of ghee, curry leaves, and caramelizing jaggery wrapped around him as soon as he entered.

The lights were dimmed slightly, casting a soft glow over the small but tidy living space.