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

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-- Shailu

[tweeny_fory]

Abhi’s Inner World

He’d fallen, yes—but not because of the pose.

It was her.

Every press of her back into his spine,

the feel of her thighs moving with his,

the sound of her breath—hers—in that closed room.

The way she caught him,

cradled his fall,

then leaned in like she wanted him to taste her skin.


He kissed her.

She made him kiss her.

And the smile on her face afterward—that soft,

satisfied curve—burned into his mind.

It wasn’t arrogance.

It was knowing.

It was invitation.

She knows what she’s doing, he thought.

She’s in control.

And I don’t want to be anywhere else.

He looked at her again—barefoot, radiant, unreadable—and something inside him shifted.

Not exploded.

Not unraveled.

Just quietly, dangerously… shifted.

This is lovely writing, especially the key dialogues. The line, "You are breathing faster," when Abhi and Meghana's backs are touching, is particularly effective. Abhi's response, "Maybe the room is warmer," subtly hints that both of them are getting warmer, not just in temperature, but emotionally and physically too.
The playfulness amidst the building tension is great, creating an exotic and intriguing dynamic between them. It's the kind of subtle interaction that speaks volumes about the unspoken desires and growing connection between the characters.

[tweeny_fory]

Shailu, Part 2 has really taken things to the next level! I can see why you started a new thread

The way you're building intimacy is fantastic, especially developing it so quickly within just the first three yoga poses. Wow, you're moving at a great pace! The intimacy between Abhi and Meghana was written brilliantly; the tension was felt even though they were just touching. The last post really set the stage for what's to come.

Now, I'm really wondering what's next... Is Meghana going to take the ygga poses more more body-to-body intimacy? or Madhavi who gave the first kiss to Abhi will explore more from her mouth? I'm eager to find out!

[shailu4ever]

Wow, it looks like I’ve received some great feedback. I’ll share a proper response to that after I finish writing the updates I promised yesterday.

[shailu4ever]

Tuesday Noon – A Call, A Pause, and a Change of Plans

Abhi stood under the shade of a neem tree near the main gate of the university, scrolling idly through his phone.

The crowd of students flowed around him in waves—some rushing, others strolling, the usual Tuesday restlessness.


Then his phone buzzed.

Varnika Calling.

He answered. “All set?”

A soft sigh came through. “Not even close.”

He smiled. “Still waiting?”

“Yeah... they’re taking forever. And I just found out the admin head is on lunch break. Might be another hour.”

Abhi shifted his weight. “Okay. I’ll wait here.”

“No, no. Come inside na. There’s a courtyard near the law block—quiet, shaded, and surprisingly mosquito-free,” she said with a little laugh. “Feels weird making you stand out there like a lost boyfriend.”

He chuckled. “You rehearsed that line, didn’t you?”

“A little,” she admitted. “Come. I’ll send my location.”

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A Corner of Stillness Amid Campus Chaos

Abhi followed the pin through tiled corridors, past echoing staircases and rustling trees.

He found her under a low bougainvillea arch near the law block, sitting on a wide bench with her phone beside her and a large brown envelope on her lap.

She looked up when he approached, eyes half-lidded from the midday light. “You came fast.”

“Turns out I’m very obedient,” he said.

“I like that,” she replied without missing a beat, then patted the empty space beside her.

He sat, close but not too close. The air between them was still warm from the ride, the quiet brushes of contact lingering like static.

“You okay?” he asked, nodding at the envelope.

She looked down. “It’s my provisional certificate and transcripts. I’m applying to a few places abroad. Thought I’d wrap this up in one go, but…” she trailed off, her fingers idly picking at the paper’s edges.

“You’re planning to leave?”

“Not soon. But maybe in a year or so. Depends on a lot of things.”

She didn’t explain what those “things” were. He didn’t ask.

Instead, she turned to him. “Honestly, I didn’t think today would be… fun. But it is.”

“Because of the scooter?” he teased.

“No,” she said, serious now. “Because of you.”

Her voice was soft. Measured. And it landed between them with a quiet weight.

They sat in silence for a moment—an unusually peaceful kind of silence for a university campus filled with distant chatter and scooter horns.

Then Varnika looked at her phone and winced. “Still time. You hungry?”

“A little.”

“There’s a café across the road—less like a college mess, more like actual food. We can go. They’ll text me when I need to return.”


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Lunch Outside Campus – Shared Plates and Stolen Looks

The café sat on the edge of the campus like a secret waiting to be kept

Half open-air, with cane chairs that leaned too far back and slanted awnings that creaked under the weight of afternoon sun.

Inside, the heat softened into a breeze, made bearable by lazily spinning fans and the hum of distant traffic.

Varnika walked in ahead of him, and Abhi’s eyes followed without apology.

Her pink kurti clung in just the right places.

Its neckline low and modestly daring, revealing the graceful slope of her chest fullness and a soft shimmer of skin.

The sunlight kissed the edge of her cheek, caught in the tiny gold hoop earrings she wore.

For a moment, she looked like a still from a film

Too sharp, too beautiful to belong entirely to this world.

They found a corner table, set apart from the café's mild chaos.

The chair creaked as she sank into it, crossing her legs with an easy confidence that came from knowing she was being watched

And knowing she didn’t mind. 

Her dupatta slipped slightly as she leaned forward

She made no effort to fix it.

Her deep cleavage is slightly visible from the slight slippage of her dupatta.

He could not ignore what is out there for display

Varnika has full breasts that are making her kurti struggle to hold them in place.

“I’m ordering,” she said, eyes scanning the chalkboard menu. “No arguments.”

He smirked. “So bossy.”

She looked at him through her lashes, amused. “You like that.”

He did.

Two plates of paneer paratha and a tall mango lassi arrived not long after.

He instinctively reached for his wallet, but she batted his hand away.

“My treat,” she said firmly. “You’re the designated driver-slash-bodyguard today.”

“Do I get a badge at least?”

“No,” she said, lips curling into a wicked smile, “but you’ll get dessert.”

She took a sip of the lassi.

Lips closing around the straw with slow intention.

Her gaze flicking up to meet his.


The moment held

Too short to be called a stare

Too long to be innocent.

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He tried to focus on his plate, really, but his eyes betrayed him.

They kept returning to her neckline,

To the way the pink fabric dipped gently along her chest

Revealing just enough curve to make him shift in his seat.

His gaze followed the line of her collarbone, lingering on the faint shadow nestled at the midpoint of her kurti's neckline

He wondered if she could feel how deeply he was watching her.

Conversation floated easily around them—traffic, deadlines, the city’s unending obsession with roadwork—but the words were background noise to everything their eyes were already saying.

Varnika gestured mid-sentence, her bangles sliding down her wrist, her fingers precise and expressive.

“You’re staring again,” she said, without looking up.

“Caught,” he admitted.

“What are you staring at this time?”

He let his eyes wander deliberately, from her lips to her neck and back up again. “The problem is, there’s too much to choose from.”

She bit her lip, something fluttering in her expression that looked dangerously close to desire. “Careful,” she warned. “I might start staring back.”

“I wouldn’t mind.”

She didn’t say anything—just reached for a piece of paratha,

Dipped it in the chutney, and slowly, deliberately, placed it on his plate."Try this"

And then, without warning, she leaned in across the table.

He felt her hand before he saw it

Her thumb brushing, something that stuck, across the corner of his mouth,




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Slow and light


Her skin warm against his.

The pressure was delicate

Almost absent, but the effect was seismic.

His breath caught.

Time stalled.

The touch lingered for just a moment too long to be casual.

“There,” she said softly, eyes locked on his. “Clean boy.”

For a moment

All he could hear was the distant clink of silverware

The soft whir of the fan above.

But inside

Everything was heightened

Her scent (something floral, maybe jasmine)

The light pressure of her touch still ghosting his skin

The softness in her voice that felt dangerously close to something tender.


He smiled faintly, trying to keep his voice level. “Thanks... mom.”


She pulled back.

But not all the way

Her eyes still resting on him, amused and sharp. “Ugh. Ruined it.”

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But she hadn’t. Not even close.

He couldn’t stop looking at her, not now.

Not when she was glowing in the dappled light.

Her lips still parted slightly

A faint smudge of mango on the straw.

There was a boldness in the way she sat now, like she knew she had unsettled him and was quietly proud of it.



She wasn’t untouched either.

She’d always thought Abhi was attractive, of course, tall, fair, and infuriatingly calm

Like the lead of a slow-burn romance novel she would absolutely pretend not to read.

But today, under this warm light and in such easy, playful proximity,

She noticed more

the defined line of his jaw when he chewed thoughtfully, the sharp collar of his shirt brushing his neck, and those eyes that lingered, eyes 

That didn’t just look, but studied.

Understood.


It made her feel—seen, stirred, and slightly breathless.

Their feet touched under the table again.

Neither of them moved away this time.


The meal went on.

Plates emptied slowly

But the tension didn’t.

It thickened,

Sweet and slow

Like the last spoon of lassi left melting in the glass.

And somewhere

between laughter and silence,

between food and touches

that weren’t quite accidental,

something deeper settled between them


Unspoken

Undeniable

Ready to become more.



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[shailu4ever]

Back to Campus – But Not the Same

The walk back was slow, as if the weight of their shared glances and not-quite-innocent touches had altered the pace of time itself. 

The sun had mellowed, casting long golden shadows along the narrow alleyways they meandered through, just a breath apart.

Varnika's hand swung close to his as they walked

Close enough to graze his knuckles now and then.

Every time it happened, neither of them flinched nor pulled away.

If anything, she let it happen again

Casually.

Deliberately.


The air between them buzzed with something electric, stretched taut with unsaid things and undone touches.

Her voice came softer now, like a private whisper tucked into the space between footfalls.

“Next time, we’ll do something longer. Maybe a ride around Necklace Road?”

Her shoulder brushed his again

lingering this time

She tilted her face toward him

Letting her perfume, warm jasmine and something unmistakably her, wrap around him like a secret.

“I’m free tomorrow too,” he said, not missing a beat.

She turned, slowing her step further.

Her fingers slid briefly, daringly, along the back of his hand before retreating again, leaving a trail of tingling awareness behind.

She looked up at him through her lashes, lips parted in a knowing half-smile, sweet, but dangerous. “Let’s see,” she murmured, “if you behave.”

He stepped slightly closer, just enough to feel the heat of her without touching. “And if I don’t?”

Her eyes flicked down to his mouth, then back up,

No hurry

No apology. “You will see”



By the time they reached the campus gate, the world had returned to its usual rhythm, but they hadn't. 

The silence between them wasn’t empty now.

It pulsed, charged with all the moments they’d touched without touching.

Their university work was done for the day. 

Another visit might be needed before the week was out

But for now, there was nothing urgent left to do.

Except think about tomorrow.

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The Ride Back – Closer Than Before

The sun had slipped slightly westward, and the shadows on the road had softened into long streaks by the time Abhi and Varnika stepped out of the café. The noon crowd had thinned, and the road in front of them stretched out dappled with peepal leaves and half-dried puddles.


Abhi unlocked the scooter and glanced sideways. “Ready?”

She tied her hair up higher this time, her fingers nimble and casual. “Hmm,” she said

Slinging her small sling bag to the side. “Let’s see how wild your driving is now that you’ve been fed.”

He laughed. “I’m always a safe driver.”

“Liar,” she murmured, mounting the seat behind him.

She took a second longer this time before settling.

And then her arms

Hesitant just a breath ago

Slid around his waist with a new familiarity.

Not tight. Just... confident.

Natural.


Her cheek was close enough to the back of his shoulder that he could feel the faint warmth of her breath when she exhaled.


Abhi blinked once, twice.

His pulse jumped.

He gripped the handle and kicked off, slower than usual.


The first few streets passed in quiet rhythm

The gentle hum of the engine

the light whoosh of air against their skin

The jingle of bangles when her arm shifted slightly with each bump.


Then came the first pothole. 

It wasn’t large

But it was sudden.

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The front wheel dipped in

The scooter jolted.

Varnika gasped, not in fear,

But with startled softness

Her chest pressed into his back with a soft thud.

He stiffened for a second, feeling the intimate weight of her against him.

Her chest met his spine, and his hands almost faltered on the brake.

She didn’t move away.

“Oops,” he said lightly, glancing at her through the mirror.

“Hmph.”

Then a speed breaker.

He braked a little harder than necessary.

Again, her body folded slightly into his

More skin

More warmth

More of her curves aligned against his frame. 

Her cheek now almost brushed the back of his neck.

“You do that on purpose,” she murmured near his ear.

“What?”

“These sudden breaks. And these... unnecessarily aggressive turns.”

“I would never,” he said, mock-innocent.

She didn’t let go of his waist.

“You’re so shameless,” she whispered, her voice lower now. “You just want me to fall into you. Again and again.”

He smiled. His throat felt dry.

Another sudden swerve

This one to avoid a dog napping right in the middle of the street.

This time she clutched him tighter

Her palms resting flush against his stomach

Her chest unmistakably molded into the curve of his back. 

He could feel the quick flutter of her breath, her heartbeat syncing with his spine.

She didn’t move even after the scooter steadied.



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“I swear,” she said after a pause, “if you do that one more time, I’m going to believe you like this.”

“Like what?”

“Me,” she whispered. “Pressed against you like this.”

He couldn’t answer

Not with words.

The road was straight now, but he didn’t accelerate.


He let it stay slow. Let her stay close.


And she did.

The ride back wasn’t long.

But it felt like:

Something stretched between them had shifted

Softened...

Warmed...

Come undone a little.


By the time they reached the apartment building,

she didn’t let go until the engine cut off.

She stepped off, adjusted her dupatta,  and turned to him with narrowed eyes and a playful frown.


“Next time,” she said, “I’ll sit sideways. Like a proper girl.”

“But that’s more dangerous,” he said, looking up.

“Exactly,” she said, and walked toward the lift,

Her hips swaying gently in defiance,

In confidence,

In something he couldn’t quite name yet.

[shailu4ever]

Hey hey, lovely readers

I knowww I promised a long, juicy update, and trust me, it's still cooking.

But today got hijacked by Varnika’s oh-so-eventful university visit.

That said… I did manage to wrap that part up, and I think you’re going to love how it is shaping up. 

So go ahead, Read it, feel it, and then tell me everything. 

I live for your comments, likes, and spicy takes. 

Seriously, they’re the fuel that keeps this story blazing. 

Don’t leave me hanging. ?

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

This is lovely writing, especially the key dialogues. The line, "You are breathing faster," when Abhi and Meghana's backs are touching, is particularly effective. Abhi's response, "Maybe the room is warmer," subtly hints that both of them are getting warmer, not just in temperature, but emotionally and physically too.
The playfulness amidst the building tension is great, creating an exotic and intriguing dynamic between them. It's the kind of subtle interaction that speaks volumes about the unspoken desires and growing connection between the characters.

Hi tweeny_fory

Thanks so much for this. It really means a lot! 

I’m glad that moment between Abhi and Meghana stood out to you. I was hoping the tension and connection would come through in a subtle way, so it’s great to hear that it worked. I really appreciate you picking up on those little details. It’s always encouraging to know when something lands the way it was intended. 

Your feedback is genuinely inspiring. It’s helping me stay motivated and excited to keep writing more. 

I really appreciate you taking the time to share your thoughts!

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Shailu, Part 2 has really taken things to the next level! I can see why you started a new thread

The way you're building intimacy is fantastic, especially developing it so quickly within just the first three yoga poses. Wow, you're moving at a great pace! The intimacy between Abhi and Meghana was written brilliantly; the tension was felt even though they were just touching. The last post really set the stage for what's to come.

Now, I'm really wondering what's next... Is Meghana going to take the ygga poses more more body-to-body intimacy? or Madhavi who gave the first kiss to Abhi will explore more from her mouth? I'm eager to find out!

Hi tweeny_fory

I love how closely you’re following the story.  It genuinely means a lot to me! And yes, this part actually started with your indoor yoga suggestion, so you definitely helped shape where it went. That idea opened up such an interesting space to explore the slow, subtle connection between Abhi and Meghana.

What you said about “the tension being felt even though they were just touching” really stayed with me, because that’s exactly how I feel too. For me, the moments that lead up to the act, the hesitation, the awareness, the almosts... carry so much more weight than jumping straight into something explicit. 

When the build-up is rich with emotional and physical tension, the actual action that follows hits much harder. It feels more intense, more earned. That kind of eroticism lingers longer in the mind, and I find it way more powerful to write (and read).

And yes, what’s next is slowly cooking, more tension, more surprises, and definitely more heat coming soon! 

Your excitement keeps pushing me to dig deeper into these characters.

Please sending me likes, comments and feedback as you always do.

-- Shailu

[Thewarrior100]

Rocking updates madam... U r amazing writer... I can easily imagine what you are writing... Keep going... Waiting for next update...

[shailu4ever]

Rocking updates madam... U r amazing writer... I can easily imagine what you are writing... Keep going... Waiting for next update...

Hi Thewarrior100

Thank you so much! That really means a lot. I’m glad the writing is coming through clearly and you’re able to picture it. That’s the best kind of feedback. I’ll keep going, and I’m excited to share what’s next soon!


Keep the likes, comments, and feedback coming, they mean a lot! 

Just like you look forward to the updates, I really look forward to hearing from you.

Thank you again for your message.


-- Shailu

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Tuesday Afternoon – Monsoon Haze and Soft Glances


The clouds had thickened by the time they reached the apartment.

The city was bathed in a mellow grey, the sunlight diffused through curtains of moving rain clouds.

Varnika pushed the door open with a playful sigh and kicked off her sandals.


“I’m officially starving,” she declared, plopping onto the soft beige sofa and stretching her arms.

The hem of her top rising ever so slightly to reveal a sliver of her waist.

Abhi followed her in, closing the door behind him. “All that walking?” he teased. “You barely stepped off the scooter.”

She tilted her head, smiling at him with mock indignation. “Excuse me, mentally I walked a marathon. Sitting sideways in traffic, clinging to you for dear life—definitely burns calories.”

He chuckled.

But something lingered in the space between them now.

The ride had changed things

Not dramatically, but subtly.



Her arms had circled him more tightly than before.

Her body had pressed into his back with every sudden brake, and every time it happened, her breath had warmed the back of his neck.

And she knew.

She’d felt him tense, heard the slight hitch in his breath when she leaned in a little more than necessary.

She hadn’t commented

Not yet.


But it was there in the way her eyes danced now.

Meghana wasn’t home, off to a friend’s place for a couple of hours.

The flat felt quieter, softer, more private.

Abhi took a seat at the far end of the sofa, not too close.