Adultery Antarvasana: The Forbidden Fire – *** Varnika's First Surrender ***

[shailu4ever]

Beginning of the final Pose


She reached forward, took his wrists, and drew him in.

He lowered himself slowly, back resting against her front, her thighs folded to cradle his sides.

Her legs wrapped loosely around him now—supporting, not restraining.

His head rested below her collarbone, his arms dbangd over hers as they sat nearly reclined. 

He could feel her breasts pressing his back from her sports bar.  Making him not able to focus on anything else

The bolster rose beneath his shoulder blades, arching his chest upward.

He felt it immediately—the opening.

But more than that, the pressure of her full body behind him, enveloping him completely.

“This is the pose,” she whispered. “Stay here.”

Her voice was at his ear now. Close.

Close enough that he could feel the shape of her breath, the tiny tremble beneath her calm.

His hands tensed slightly on her knees.

Her palms settled flat against his chest—above his heart.

Her fingers spread, tracing slowly with each inhale.

Not teasing anymore. Claiming.

He was laid open before her now—ribs lifted, neck bared, limbs relaxed—but his core? It was aflame.

“I can feel everything,” she murmured.

He exhaled, shuddering. “I know.”

One of her hands slid upward, fingers pressing lightly into his clavicle.

The other moved lower, smoothing gently over the flat of his stomach, then resting just above his waistband.



She paused there.

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Still.

Just breath.

Just touch.

But it scorched through his skin.

“This isn’t about strength,” she said softly. “It’s about trust. Can you stay open like this… with me so close?”

His body said yes before his mind could form the word.

He relaxed fully, surrendering his weight into her.

But heat in his body increased as he can feel every part of her front side.  


And she adjusted in response, her legs curling more snugly around his hips.

Her chest pressing more intimately into his back.  Making those Curvaceous breasts pressed hard in between those two.

The shape they made was beautiful. Curved. Aligned. Breath against breath. A lock.

He felt her cheek rest gently beside his. Not a kiss. Not yet. Just the press of skin.

“You’re safe,” she whispered again. “Even now.”


Especially now, he thought.


She held him like that for what felt like forever.

No movement.

No more guidance.

Just presence.

The silence between them wasn’t empty—it was rich, pulsing, layered with everything their words hadn’t touched.

Then slowly—very slowly—she shifted, releasing him from the pose, unwinding their bodies with aching precision.

Her hands slid from his chest last, leaving behind the warmth of her palms.


He sat upright on the mat, dizzy and exposed.


She remained behind him, silent, watching.


Neither spoke.

They didn’t need to.



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[Rocky@handsome]

With every update, my curiosity just keeps growing—it always feels like I’m left hanging on a cliff! Absolutely loving the suspense and excitement you bring with each new chapter.

Your storytelling is so gripping, it’s impossible to stop thinking about what might happen next?

Just keep Rocking !!

Rocky❤️

[shailu4ever]

With every update, my curiosity just keeps growing—it always feels like I’m left hanging on a cliff! Absolutely loving the suspense and excitement you bring with each new chapter.

Your storytelling is so gripping, it’s impossible to stop thinking about what might happen next?

Just keep Rocking !!

Rocky❤️

Hi Rocky

That is so sweet of you.  Thank you.  I am glad you are enjoying as the story shapes up.

You will see more twists and turns as we go.  Abhi getting bolder as he goes deeper into the store.

Hope you like it.  Please keep giving me feedback and comments, that would be really helpful for me to move forward.

Thank you

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Abhi’s Feelings


Abhi had never known that yoga could feel like this.

Not a pose.

Not a breath.

A confession.


When she asked him to lie back into her, he had felt the resistance rise.

Not in his body—in his walls.

And then they crumbled.

She was everywhere around him—arms, thighs, chest, breath.

Not seducing.

Surrounding.

And as she touched his chest, his stomach, the base of his ribs with those deliberate, knowing hands, he felt something inside him stretch wider than his body.

A kind of vulnerability he didn’t know how to prepare for.

It wasn’t lust that overtook him in that moment.

It was yielding.

The knowledge that she could feel his every tremor, his every silent admission.

And she didn’t mock it.

She held it.

She held him.

Even now, as he sat with his back still warmed from her body, the outline of her fingers still mapped along his skin.

He felt undone.

Gently. Utterly.

He turned slightly to look at her—half afraid of what he might find in her eyes.

But she was just… there.

Quiet.

Composed.

And yet unmistakably changed.



So was he.

[shailu4ever]

Aftermath – The Scent of Reward



The room had quieted again.

The mat lay open beneath them, slightly askew from all the shifting.

Cushions leaned loosely against the wall.

The air carried the soft trace of lavender oil and skin-warmed cotton and something else entirely—something new.

Born in the space between two bodies no longer pretending to be distant.


Abhi sat still, back upright but mind unmoored.

The curve of Meghana’s arms, the pressure of her thighs, the trace of her fingers down his chest…

Iit was all still echoing inside him like a song with no end.

She moved behind him again, but this time not to guide or adjust.

Just to be.

Her presence settled beside his like a shadow.

Her breath was quieter now.

But not calm.


No. There was something else in it.

“You didn’t pull away,” she said softly.

He turned toward her, eyes searching. “Did you want me to?”

She smiled—slow, private. “No.”

She reached for the soft towel nearby and gently dabbed at the faint sweat on his brow, his temples.

The contact was maternal at first—light,

Routine—but when her fingers lingered near his jawline,

Tracing down to the hollow beneath his ear


The intention shifted.

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He inhaled.

Meghana tilted her head. “I’m impressed,” she said. “You trusted me.”

“You made it easy.”

“Did I?” she asked, voice dipping.

And before he could answer, she leaned forward, slowly… and pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

Not just a peck.

It was bare—he had pulled his tee slightly loose earlier—and she placed her lips directly on his skin.


Soft.

Warm.

Staying.


His breath caught.


Her palm came up behind the same shoulder, grounding him, while her lips remained—parted, lingering, like she was still deciding whether to kiss him or breathe him in.

“I told you,” she whispered, barely pulling back. “This pose can’t be done outside.”

He swallowed. “Because of the wall?”

“No.” Her eyes lifted to meet his. “Because of what comes after.”


Another beat.


Then, gently, she shifted, her face now in front of his.

She was close.

Close enough to blur the world.


“And since you were such a… committed student,” she said, voice low and deliberate, “I think you deserve one small reward.”


He blinked.

[shailu4ever]

The Reward


She reached for his hand—only one—and pulled it slowly toward her… toward her waist.

Then she placed it on her hip.

Bare skin.

Just above the waistband of her leggings.

Warm...

Smooth...

Real...


“Hold it there,” she said, eyes never leaving his. “Just… stay.”


She didn’t say why.

She didn’t need to.


He did as told.

For sometime.

Later...

His fingers spread lightly, thumb grazing the fine curve of her waist.

He could feel the smoothness of the bare skin ... under his fingers.

He pressed a little, it go in softly.  

Her skin is soft and silky

Wet from her sweat 

His thumb stretched to reach her belly ... 

He could see the tiny drops of her sweat on her belly shining even in that dim light

He is hard on.  No way to hide. 

She noticed with a smirk on her lips

Her skin is responding to his touch.


She didn’t move.


Her eyes softened.

Her breath visibly slowed.

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And then… she leaned in again.

Not quite a kiss.

Not yet.

But her forehead pressed against his.

And she stayed there.

Long enough for his pulse to slow.

For her scent to wrap around him like steam.

For her to whisper something that wasn’t instruction or flirtation.

Just truth.

“You’re different in here,” she murmured. “With no one watching.”

“So are you.”

She nodded once.

Then leaned back, but only a little.

The spell didn’t break. It just… paused.

Because down the hallway, somewhere behind the closed bedroom door, a faint stirring began.

The rustle of sheets.

The creak of a mattress.

The unmistakable soft sounds of someone waking.

Varnika.

Meghana looked toward the sound and smiled, but it wasn’t embarrassment that colored her cheeks—it was mischief.

She rose gracefully, adjusted her top with practiced ease, and turned toward the kitchen.

“Freshen up,” she said, already walking away. “I’ll make ginger chai.”

Abhi watched her go, his hand still tingling with the heat of her skin.

And he realized something

Yoga had been the beginning.

But what had opened between them now… was something far deeper.


And it had only just begun.

[shailu4ever]

Tuesday Morning – Varnika Wakes, and the Silence Breaks


Abhi was still seated on the mat, legs loosely folded, his fingers brushing absently against the side of his thigh—right where Meghana had guided his hand a minute ago.

The soft cotton of the room, the faint scent of chai beginning to simmer in the kitchen, and the echo of her kiss on his shoulder still lingered in the air like afterglow.

Then the bedroom door creaked.

A sleepy rustle.

The padded sound of bare feet on tile.

And then—

“Maa… so earlyyy…” Varnika’s voice, raspy with sleep, floated out.

Abhi turned just in time to see her emerge from the hallway, rubbing her eyes, her long wavy hair tousled into a loose crown of curls.

She wore one of Meghana’s oversized T-shirts—soft blue with a faded yoga studio logo across the front—and shorts barely visible beneath it.

She squinted at the morning light, then blinked twice as she noticed Abhi.


She froze in place for a breath, eyes adjusting. Then widened slightly.

“Oh! You’re still here?”

Abhi chuckled. “I never left.”

Varnika gave a small grin, covering a yawn with the back of her hand. “Right… the great yoga mission.”

Her eyes flicked to the yoga mat—still on the floor, slightly rumpled—and then back to him.

Something curious sparked behind her lashes. Not suspicion.

Not even awareness.

Just… interest.

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“Looks like it was intense,” she said, voice half-mischievous,

Half-innocent. “You look… meditated.”

Abhi raised an eyebrow. “That’s not even a word.”

Varnika padded toward the kitchen counter.

Tying her hair into a loose bun with a rubber band she’d pulled from her wrist. “Well, you look it anyway."

"All calm and glowing. Did akka push you too hard?”


Before he could answer, Meghana appeared again, holding two cups of steaming chai.

“She didn’t push,” she said smoothly. “He kept up beautifully.”

Varnika took her cup with a grateful smile. “Hmm. I’ll have to see that for myself tomorrow.”

Meghana handed Abhi his cup without looking at him—but her fingers brushed his just a little longer than needed.


He felt it.

She knew he felt it.


Varnika slumped into one of the cushioned chairs, one leg tucked under her. “Ugh. I have a 10:30 slot at the admin office today. That cranky woman said it’s the only time she’s free. I’ll need a lift, please?”

She looked up at Abhi, her voice soft but direct.

“You promised, remember?”

He smiled. “I remember. What time should we leave?”

Varnika thought for a second. “Around 9:45? It’s a bit of a walk from the parking gate to that godforsaken admin block.”

Abhi nodded. “Done.”


Varnika looked at Meghana, who was leaning against the kitchen counter now, sipping chai like nothing had happened.

“Akka, can you iron that light pink kurti for me? The one with the mirror work? I think it’s in your cupboard.”

Meghana raised an eyebrow. “Sure. But why the mirror work? Are we applying for a PhD or getting married today?”


Varnika shrugged, fighting a shy smile. “I like how I look in it. That’s all.”

She didn’t add that Abhi had once said pink suited her.

But it was there, unspoken.

[shailu4ever]

Meghana gave her a dry smile and disappeared into the bedroom.

As the sound of hangers and cupboard doors filled the air, Varnika leaned toward Abhi, lowering her voice, half-whispering.

“Hey…”

“Hmm?”

She gave him a sly glance. “You do know she never teaches anyone indoors, right?”

Abhi blinked. “What do you mean?”


“I mean… she’s had dozens of friends, students, colleagues ask her to guide them through partner yoga. Even offered to pay. But she always says she doesn’t have time—or that it has to be outdoors, under the sky, where it’s pure and open and blah blah blah.”

She tilted her head.

“But you’re here. On the mat. In the flat. Alone with her.” She took a sip of chai, her grin widening. “Interesting.”


Abhi’s heart ticked once. Then again.

He didn’t answer.

He didn’t need to.


Varnika just smiled, content with the reaction. “Anyway… I’ll get ready. I want to stop by the old tea shop near campus before the office. Their ginger biscuit is still better than this one.” She waved her half-eaten one in the air.

Abhi chuckled. “Bribing me with snacks already?”

“No, just letting you know what you’ll be treated to for being my escort.”

She disappeared down the hall, still humming lightly.

Meghana re-emerged, holding the pink kurti in her hand, fingers smoothing it out. Her eyes flicked once to Abhi.

And this time, she smiled fully—slow, sure, almost proud.

No words were needed.

But the message was clear:

Today, you crossed the threshold.

And tomorrow?


That mat would still be there.


Waiting.

[shailu4ever]

Hi all,

I've added some interactions between Abhi and Varnika. Please let me know your thoughts or feedback!

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Hi All

For those who aren’t very familiar with Varnika, here’s a quick introduction:

Varnika:

• Meghana’s younger sister
  
  
  
• 22 years old, and newly introduced in the story.
  
  
• She has a radiant, expressive beauty and a lively, sunlit presence.
  
  
• Talkative, observant, and emotionally disarming.
  
  
  
• Varnika is also taller and, in some ways, more striking than Meghana.
  
  
• She’s cute, playful, and a bit mischievous.
  

[shailu4ever]

Tuesday Late Morning – A Ride, A Touch, A Shift in Air

Abhi rented a Activa scooter and parked it downstairs and headed for the flat 403

The elevator chimed open on the fourth floor with a soft, echoing note.

Abhi stepped out, keys swinging from two fingers.

the tang of the monsoon still clinging to his skin and shirt—the faint mix of wet metal and warm cotton.

His hair was slightly damp at the temples, the humidity drawing curls along his forehead.

The Activa waited downstairs—sleek, silver, and still smelling faintly of showroom polish.

As he reached door 403, it opened before his knuckles could touch the wood.

Varnika.

She stood there barefoot, framed by the warm light inside the apartment.

Her light pink kurti was soft and slightly wrinkled, like she’d just pulled it on after a shower.

It clung gently to the curve of her waist before falling loosely to her thighs.

Her jeans were faded and snug at the hips, hugging her in a way that felt both casual and dangerously specific.

Her hair, still wet at the ends, dripped occasionally onto her collarbone

The droplets racing downward before disappearing into the fabric.


She tilted her head, amused eyes scanning the keys in his hand. "You found one," she said, voice light but with that usual teasing undercurrent that made him have to work not to smile too much.

He lifted the keys like a trophy. “Ready when you are.”

She didn’t move immediately.

Her eyes lingered on him for just a second longer than necessary

Sliding from his keys to his shirt, to his damp hair, to his mouth

Then turning with a sway of her hips. “Tea first,” she declared, walking toward the kitchen with that barefoot grace that made even a domestic moment seem cinematic. “Quick one. You’ll need energy to survive my directions.”


He followed the scent of cardamom into the kitchen.

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Later – Downstairs, Outside the Apartment

The elevator ride down was quiet.

But not the kind of silence that lacked sound—this was the kind of silence that pulsed.

The walls, mirror-finished, caught their reflections.

Varnika stood beside him.

Close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating from her skin through the fine cotton of her kurti.

Her damp hair had darkened in color, a long strand clinging to her collarbone.


She glanced sideways.

Not directly at him, but at his reflection in the panel.

Her gaze met his for the briefest of moments before she looked away

Her lips tugging upward at one corner, secretive.

Outside, the air had shifted.

The rain had washed the city raw.

Hyderabad shimmered under the late morning sun, leaves still dripping, the roads steaming with a quiet hiss.

She stepped toward the scooter, trailing her fingers across the smooth seat.

"Not bad," she murmured, adjusting her sling bag across her chest.

Her arm brushed his as she moved past him, the contact feather-light, but enough to send something electric down his spine.

"You okay with riding pillion?" he asked, adjusting the mirror but watching her through it.

She hesitated, then shrugged, lips curving. "I’ll hold onto the sides for now," she said airily. "If I fall, you're responsible."

He chuckled, turning to look at her fully. "Deal."

With a practiced ease, she climbed onto the back.

At first, she sat sidesaddle, one leg dbangd elegantly across the seat.

But then, as he started the ignition, she shifted—throwing one leg around, settling behind him, body aligning more snugly with his back.

Her knees brushed against his thighs. She smelled faintly of shampoo—something citrusy and fresh—and of warm skin.

Her fingers curled around the small metal grips on either side of the seat. Lightly. Tentatively.


"Comfortable?" he asked.

Voice steady despite the sensation of her legs against him.


"I will be," she said softly.

So close that he felt the words stir the hairs on the back of his neck.

[shailu4ever]

On the Road


They rode slowly at first, winding through the narrower by-lanes where puddles still reflected the sky.

She kept a slight gap between them.

Just enough to maintain propriety, just enough to pretend that her body wasn’t humming from being so close to his.


Her fingers gripped the handles behind, but not tightly.


Then came the bump.

Unexpected.

A sudden rise near a chai stall that had gone unnoticed.


She gasped, a short, surprised sound—half-laugh, half-startle—and her body pressed forward.

Instinct, not intention.

Her chest met the solid line of his back.

Her breath caught.

He felt it all.

The warmth of her against him.

The tender curves of her chest.

His mind could not think anything.


The subtle tremble in her hands as they found his sides to steady herself.


His fingers tightened around the handles.

But he didn’t say anything.

Neither did she.

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The moment extended

Just long enough to be noticed, to be remembered.

Then she shifted back.

But not all the way.


This time, her body stayed closer, aligned.

Her hands hovered near his waist

Thumbs brushing along the seam of his shirt as though deciding whether to pull back or give in to gravity.


And then gravity won.

Another brake

A sudden auto rickshaw veering in—and she leaned into him again.

This time, fully.

Her arms circled loosely around his torso.

Fingertips pressing into the fabric of his t-shirt.

Her cheek brushed his shoulder.

He swallowed, hard.

Her voice came a moment later—low, dry, but unmistakably warm. “Okay. Maybe I do need to hold on to you after all.”

He didn’t look back.

He just grinned. “Told you.”

She didn’t move away again.

And for the rest of the ride, they moved like that

Together.

The quiet buzz of the engine beneath them

The heat rising from the roads

Her arms loosely wrapped around his body like it had always been this way.

[shailu4ever]

A Few Minutes Later – Near the University Gate


As they pulled near the university entrance, she made no move to let go not at first.

Her hands lingered, fingertips gliding down along his waist, across the stretch of fabric over his lower back.


Then... Slowly... Deliberately

She let her arms fall away.

Her fingers drifted along his shirt as she slid off the scooter

Almost reverent.


A touch that said something more than words could.


She stood and stretched lightly, lifting both arms overhead for a second.

Her shirt riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of waist—soft skin, subtle curve.

“Well driven, Mr. Chauffeur,” she said, smoothing her kurti back down.

Her eyes sparkled.

“No complaints?” he asked, trying not to let his gaze linger too obviously.

She paused, tilted her head. “Not one.”

And then, just as she turned, she stopped.

Looked back at him.

There was something in her expression

An openness that hadn’t been there earlier.

A softness.

Like the ride had peeled something back between them.

“I’ll be an hour, maybe two,” she said. “You’ll wait, right?”

He nodded, voice caught somewhere between his throat and chest.

“I’ll wait.”

She smiled—slow, radiant.

Not the casual kind.

The kind that stays with you.

Then she turned and melted into the crowd, her steps light, leaving the scent of her still hanging in the air.

He stayed seated, hands loose on the handlebars.

Her warmth still echoing across his back.

And he waited.




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[shailu4ever]

Alright, folks — that’s all you get for tonight ?

Tomorrow’s Saturday, and I’ll be out living the good life...  shopping, movie, dinner… you know, the usual. 

So don’t expect too much from me during the day.

Buuut... if the stars align and everyone’s tucked in nice and early, you just might get some spicy updates late at night.

Have an awesome Saturday, everyone!

-- Shailu