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

[shailu4ever]

She guided him to sit in front of her, their knees brushing lightly.

She leaned forward slightly, her hands resting gently on his shoulders.

Her touch was light at first, but then, she pressed down just enough for him to feel her strength, her control.

“Place your hands on my waist,” she instructed softly.

He complied, his hands sliding around her waist, feeling the smoothness of her skin beneath the fabric of her tight shorts.

Her body was warm, and despite the closeness, there was still a slight gap between them.

His palms pressed gently into her sides, feeling the subtle movements of her ribs as she breathed.

She was in control.

And yet, somehow, so was he.

“Now,” she whispered, “lean forward, just a little.”

Abhi leaned forward, his chest grazing hers as he moved.

Meghana, with her gentle guidance, wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer.

Her lips brushed against his ear as she whispered, “You’re doing well. Now let me guide you.”

She shifted slightly, moving her legs around him, her body pressed flush against his.

He could feel every curve of her body, the soft lines of her skin, the heat that seemed to radiate from her.

She slowly lowered herself, pulling him down with her, until her body was fully resting against his.


Her chest was pressed to his, her legs moving to encircle his.


As she did, her chest pressed to his, soft, warm, and unyielding. 

The sensation of her sports bra brushing against his skin sent a tremor through him

A sharp, electric wave that settled deep in his chest.

He could feel the heat radiating from her, the rhythmic rise and fall of her breath against him

A steady beat that seemed to sync with his own. 

Her body, so close now, was an anchor, grounding him in this moment. 

He felt the curve of her chest against his

The firm but gentle pressure that felt both comforting and in some inexplicable way, vulnerable.

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The intimacy of the pose was unlike anything he had experienced before.

They were no longer just performing movements.

This wasn’t a pose anymore.

This was something raw, something visceral.

Her body moved with his, fluid and seamless, her breath quickening slightly as she adjusted, her hands trailing down his back.

“Trust me,” she murmured, her lips brushing his ear again. “Surrender into it.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on her words, trying to still the chaos in his mind.

But all he could feel was the warmth of her body against his, the softness of her skin, and the weight of her breath.

Meghana’s hands slid down to his hips, guiding him gently, helping him find the perfect angle.

She moved with him, adjusting their positions until they were perfectly aligned.


It wasn’t just yoga now.

It was a conversation without words, a dance of touch and breath.

Abhi’s hands rested at her waist again, his fingers spread wide.

His thumbs brushed the curve of her hips, and she shifted slightly, her breath hitching ever so slightly.

There was a silent connection between them now—a bond that wasn’t just physical.

It was emotional, intimate, a dance of trust and vulnerability.

“You’re doing well,” she repeated, her voice low, almost breathless now. “Stay here. Feel me with you.”

Abhi’s breath hitched as her fingers traced the lines of his chest, her touch sending ripples of heat through his body.

He wanted to pull her closer, to feel more of her, but he held himself back, letting her lead.

They stayed in the pose for what felt like an eternity, every second stretched out, every movement between them magnified.

He could feel the heat of her body seeping into his, the rhythm of their breath syncing, becoming one.

And then, slowly, Meghana’s hands moved again, her fingers sliding down his arms, her body still pressed against his.

She leaned back slightly, breaking the pose just enough for their faces to be inches apart.

Her breath was soft against his lips, her eyes locked on his, the intensity between them palpable.

“You’re learning to surrender,” she whispered, her lips barely brushing his. “And that’s what makes this pose so powerful.”

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Abhi’s Emotional Turmoil:

Abhi sat still, his breath still shallow, his body trembling slightly from the intensity of the pose.

The weight of Meghana’s body on his had felt like more than just a physical presence.

It had been an emotional embrace, a quiet, unspoken connection that had left him raw, exposed.

His chest rose and fell with every breath, his body still humming with the memory of her touch.

He couldn’t help but feel a strange emptiness now that she had pulled away

As if something in him had shifted, opened up, and now, he was left with an ache.

His hands still tingled from where they had touched her—soft, warm, firm against his waist.

He could still feel the weight of her breath against his skin

The gentle pressure of her body against his, and the quiet whisper of her voice in his ear.

He wasn’t sure what to do with this feeling.

It was unlike anything he had experienced before—both a sense of release and a hunger for more.

The tension between them was unbearable now, and yet, it felt like a necessary step.

A slow burn, leading them somewhere neither of them had fully acknowledged yet.

He turned slightly to look at her,

finding her calm,

composed,

yet there was something in her eyes, something he couldn’t quite name.

“I’m ready for the next one,” he whispered, his voice strained, but determined.

Meghana smiled, her eyes warm and knowing, but there was a slight curve of mischief in her lips.

She said nothing.

She didn’t need to.


It was clear that this was just the beginning.

[Yash121]

Meghna and Vamika both have been attracted towards Abhi…. Meghna might not be feeling jealous but comparison has definitely come up in her mind… Vamika knows that her elder sister likes Abhi but still he is getting closer to him…. Abhi the poor guy is caught between the two sisters…. Are you preparing for a threesome with Abhi?....??

[shailu4ever]

Meghna and Vamika both have been attracted towards Abhi…. Meghna might not be feeling jealous but comparison has definitely come up in her mind… Vamika knows that her elder sister likes Abhi but still he is getting closer to him…. Abhi the poor guy is caught between the two sisters…. Are you preparing for a threesome with Abhi?....??

Hi Yash121

Thank you for your feedback. It's a nice catch. 

 That’s actually one of the plot-lines I’m working on.

I don’t want to spoil anything just yet, though.

I really appreciate your feedback.

--Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Pose 3 – The Inward Fold: Heart-Knee Embrace (Invented by Meghana)


The room had warmed—not just from breath and movement, but from something far more potent: unspoken desire.

The kind that didn’t need words.

Meghana’s skin glowed lightly with sweat now, the faint sheen catching the soft gray morning light.

Her short sports bra clung to her with every breath, and her shorts had shifted ever so slightly, molding to the curve of her hips as she moved.

Abhi watched her in a daze.

He wasn’t tired.

He was flushed, his pulse still fluttering from the last pose, his muscles pliant, his thoughts consumed.

Meghana stood slowly from the mat, not saying anything at first.

She turned away from him as she moved to the center of the room.

Her posture was fluid.

Confident.

Her back glistened faintly with a fine mist of sweat, and her hands brushed the edge of her waistline briefly as she adjusted her stance.

Then she looked back over her shoulder.

“Come here,” she said.

Abhi obeyed.

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“Sit tall, knees bent,” she instructed, motioning to a seated position.

He settled himself, legs slightly apart, feet flat on the mat, arms resting on his knees.

Meghana walked behind him. Her hands, light and smooth, came down over his shoulders.

She pressed, grounding him, before sliding her palms down his arms and finally around his chest from behind.

Her body lowered behind his, almost folding over him

Her chest against his back, her chin just over his shoulder.

Then she moved again, around him, until she was kneeling in front of him now, just inches away. She didn’t say a word.

Instead, she lifted one of his legs gently and tucked it behind her back. Then the other.

Now she was fully between his legs, her thighs pressed outside of his, her hands resting lightly at his sides.

Her body close enough to share his breath. The shape of her framed by him.

Her voice was velvet when she spoke. “Now lean in. I want your chest to meet my knees.”

Abhi hesitated, his breath stuttering slightly.

She reached up, her fingers curling softly around the back of his neck. “Trust me.”

He leaned forward slowly, his chest folding down until it touched the tops of her knees.

Her legs, still kneeling, created a gentle angle against his ribs.

She adjusted slightly to make room, letting his arms settle around her waist

His face now near her stomach

Close enough to feel the heat of her [b]soft belly in between her bra and shorts.[/b]

Her hands moved to cradle the back of his head. Not guiding now. Holding.

“Stay here,” she said. “Don’t lift your face. Just… feel.”

She curved over him slightly, her torso hovering just above his back.

She didn’t need to press. The closeness was already enough.

Her stomach brushed his hair.

Her breath danced over the back of his neck.

Then, without warning, she kissed him.

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Low, just above the curve of his neck, where it met the shoulder.

Her lips were soft, parted. Just there. Deliberate. Marking.

His breath hitched.

She stayed close, her hands running slowly down his spine, then back up again.

Her thumbs grazed the sides of his ribs.

She moved her hands to his arms, her fingers curling lightly around the tops of his triceps.

She pressed her forehead briefly to the back of his shoulder.

The scent of him

His warmth

His skin

Made her eyes flutter closed for a beat.


He didn’t speak.

Couldn’t.

His hands had stayed still around her waist, his palms trembling slightly now where they rested near the small of her back.

“You’re so quiet,” she murmured, her lips brushing the curve of his neck again. “Still holding something back?”

“No,” he said, voice hoarse. “I don’t think I can.”

“Good,” she whispered.

She pulled back slowly.

The break of contact sent a ripple of coolness over his skin.

The absence of her warmth was loud.

“Now sit up,” she said gently.

He did.

And for a moment, they just stared at each other.

Breathing.

Seeing.

[shailu4ever]

Final Moments before THE KISS


The silence between them held something fragile and powerful.

Abhi sat upright now, his breath still shaky.

Meghana knelt before him, her flushed face haloed by the morning light streaming through the sheer curtain.

For one long moment, neither moved.

Their eyes remained locked

His searching, hers steady.

There was a fullness in his chest, a quiet storm that refused to settle.

She looked at him like she saw it too.

Not just the surface, not just the want, but the ache beneath it.

She leaned in again.

She is not an instructor now.

She is someone choosing this moment, fully aware.

Her palms cradled the sides of his face.

His hands rested still at her waist.

Her lips moved barely an inch from his lips

She is about to lean in ... 

About to have their first kiss...

Click.

It is Varnika's bedroom door

[shailu4ever]

The sound of a door latch turning was small. But it broke the air like a thunderclap.

Both Meghana and Abhi startled slightly, their bodies still close but frozen. 

Her hands slipped from his cheeks. His breath halted mid-chest.

The bedroom door opened halfway.

Varnika emerged, barefoot and sleepy

Dressed in a loose lavender tee that hung off one shoulder and shorts that matched the disarray of her half-tied hair. 

She blinked once, adjusting to the light, her eyes sweeping the room

And landing on them.


She froze...

Everything was written on the air.

Meghana had already shifted back an inch 

But the color still lingered in her cheeks.

Abhi sat upright, his legs still spread, sweat along his neck, the curve of his jaw betraying more emotion than he meant to show. 

He cleared his throat softly.


Varnika tilted her head.

Her lips curled into a slow, teasing smile.

“Oh,” she said, with mock innocence. “Morning session still going?”

Her voice was light.

But her eyes… they held something else.

A flicker of understanding. 

A brief, quiet hurt.

But she masked it instantly, stepping forward with an exaggerated stretch and a yawn. “Sorry I interrupted,”

she added sweetly. “Didn’t realize it was... such a deep pose.”

Meghana gave her a calm look, though her breath hadn’t quite returned to normal. “We were finishing up.”

Varnika’s gaze shifted to Abhi, and lingered a half-second too long.

“Yeah,” she said, smiling wider now. “Looked like it.”

She walked past them toward the kitchen, tying her hair into a messy bun as she moved. 

But before turning fully, she glanced over her shoulder.

“You should teach me that one too, akka,” she said.

 “If it comes with kisses, I might even wake up early.”



Abhi turned away, adjusting the towel on his shoulder, pretending to reach for his water bottle.

Meghana didn’t respond at first. Then, softly: “Not every pose is for everyone.”

It came out quiet. Neutral. But Varnika caught the weight in it.

She didn’t press.

Instead, she opened the fridge and poured herself water. 

The morning light touched her face just as she turned again. 

She took a long sip, leaned on the counter, and looked at Abhi, this time with a different expression. 

Not teasing. 

Not playful. 

Something between appraisal and restraint.

Then she said lightly, “Anyway… you both looked good together.”

Meghana stood slowly. “We should wind up,” she said. “It’s already late.”

Abhi nodded silently. 

He stood too, reaching down to fold the mat slowly. 

His fingers moved deliberately, almost too focused, like if he slowed the act, maybe his body would settle too.

Varnika walked past again, not saying anything.

But as she passed him, her voice dropped to a near-whisper, just enough for him to hear: “You’re dangerous in this house, Abhi.”

Then she disappeared into the bedroom with a faint laugh.

Meghana’s eyes met his once more.

She didn’t smile. But there was something else, a calm knowing. 

She wasn’t ashamed. 

She wasn’t flustered. 

But she had seen something change too.

And in that moment, something unspoken passed between them again.

A promise that nothing was over. 

Just interrupted.

[shailu4ever]

Hi all

Good morning.


I just want to hear your opinion on the new name of the story.

Please let me know your thoughts.

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Thursday Morning – Between Distance and Dignity


Abhi stood downstairs beside the scooter

Freshly changed and still carrying the aftertaste of something unspoken from upstairs.

The streets were just waking up.

A soft morning haze hung over the gated lane, light pooling over damp leaves and glinting gently off his helmet mirror.

He looked up, expecting to see her walking down with her usual lightness.

But when Varnika appeared near the building entrance, something had changed.

She wore a sharp-cut kurti over jeans, her hair tied high in a ponytail.

Her expression was calm.

Composed.

But there was a certain stillness in her movements, like someone walking on quiet glass, not quite letting the world hear her footfall.

Abhi gave a faint smile. “Ready?”

She looked at the scooter. Then at him.

Her lips parted like she might say something playful, but she didn’t.

Instead, she lifted her phone and gave a soft nod. “I booked a cab,” she said simply.


A pause.


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He blinked. “Oh. But I thought…”

“I know,” she said gently, brushing back a strand of hair. “You said you’d take me.”

She didn’t sound angry. Or even cold. Just… measured.

Like she was choosing every word carefully to avoid what she really wanted to ask.

He hesitated. “You sure? It’s no trouble...”

“I’m sure,” she said, already walking toward the gate. “The cab’s just turning in.”

He followed her a few steps, unsure whether to press.

Her voice floated back, softer now. “You looked tired. Maybe take some rest.”

He understood the words, but the tone carried something else, something unsaid. A bruise behind her calm.

She didn’t look back again.

Abhi stood by the scooter, helmet still dangling from his fingers, as the white cab pulled up near her.

She opened the back door, paused, then turned slightly, not toward him, but toward the building behind them.

Her voice was nearly inaudible when she spoke again.

“Hope the yoga was good.”

And then she stepped inside.

The door closed. The cab pulled away. And the street was silent once more.

Abhi remained still, the weight of her words settling in his chest like a stone in water. 

She hadn’t accused. 

She hadn’t cried. 

She hadn’t even asked why.

But she had seen.


And now… she had chosen space.


Not to punish him.


But to protect herself.

[shailu4ever]

Wednesday Morning – Varnika’s Ride

The Uber’s backseat felt colder than usual.

Varnika sat stiffly, her backpack hugged to her chest.

Not because she was holding anything valuable, but because she needed something between herself and the world.

Something to grip while her mind spun in silence.

The city blurred past her window, Hyderabad’s usual din of honking scooters, impatient buses, and rain-washed billboards.

But inside the car, there was only the thrum of her pulse and a storm she didn’t want to name.

She had walked out of 403 that morning without speaking to either of them.

Not to her sister.

Not to Abhi.

Just a quiet nod to Meghana when asked if she was leaving—and then.

An even quieter request for the gate guard to call her a cab.

She hadn’t wanted to look at either of their faces. Not after seeing them like that.

Not after seeing him, on his knees, folded into Meghana’s body like she was something sacred.

And Meghana, silent and breathless, her hands around his head, holding him like he was hers.

It hadn’t been vulgar. No.

It had been worse than that.

It had been... intimate. So real. So impossibly tender.

And Varnika couldn’t unsee it.

She leaned her head against the window, eyes stinging from the sleepless night and the weight of this new ache.

She had told herself she didn’t mind.

That Abhi could be close to Meghana if he wanted—she wasn’t a child, she didn’t expect anything.

But something did hurt.

Something sharp and humiliating.


She had walked into that room thinking she knew her place.

And walked out realizing she didn’t.

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He had smiled at her so many times.


Held her waist gently on the scooter.

Listened to her banter.

Let her into his flat, into his quiet world.


She hadn’t said it aloud, not even to herself—but maybe, deep down, she had thought there was something beginning between them.

A thread of warmth. A spark.

And now?


She felt foolish.

Like she had read a page that was never meant for her.

Her phone buzzed in her lap.

She glanced at it, saw Abhi’s name—and turned the screen down.

She didn’t open the message.

She wouldn't block him. That was immature.

But she wouldn’t reply either. Not today.

Her hands tightened around the backpack’s strap.

He had every right.

Meghana wasn’t just her sister—she was beautiful, graceful, composed in a way Varnika had never been.

She fit with someone like Abhi.

They were made of the same quiet strength, the same inner stillness.

But why had no one told her?

Why had Meghana let her stay in that house, watch that unfold, with no warning?

Did they think she was blind?

Or worse… did they just not care?

Varnika blinked hard and sat up straighter, lifting her chin.

Fine.

Let them have their quiet intimacy.

Their practiced glances.

She didn’t want to be in the way of it.

But she also wouldn’t pretend everything was normal.

Not today.



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[shailu4ever]

Wednesday Evening – Unspoken Distance


The sky outside had turned a soft bronze, clouded over with the remains of the afternoon heat.

A hush had settled in the apartment—not the peaceful kind, but the kind that came with weight.

With words held back.

Meghana stepped out of the kitchen with two glasses of chilled nimbu paani,

the condensation trailing slowly down her fingers.

She walked toward the living room and paused when she saw Varnika.

Her sister sat curled on the far corner of the couch, legs drawn up, arms wrapped around them.

She wore a loose navy t-shirt and pale cotton shorts, and her hair—usually tied up or clipped carelessly—was now left open,

cascading around her shoulders like a curtain.

She wasn't on her phone.

She wasn't reading.

She was just... there.

Staring at the muted television screen,

which played something cheerful that neither of them were really watching.

Meghana placed the glass on the center table. “Lemonade,” she said gently. “Made the way you like it. With a little kala namak.”


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Varnika nodded slightly.

But didn’t look at her.

Meghana sat on the other end of the couch, leaving a respectful stretch of space between them.

She folded one leg under the other and looked toward the television,

even though her attention was on the quiet beside her.

It wasn’t cold.

But it wasn’t warm either.

It was... new. This silence between them.

It had never existed before.

She let it linger for a while,

sipping her own drink,

letting the fizz from the soda whisper between sips.

The clock ticked in the background.

A scooter passed below.

“Did the university visit go okay?” she asked at last, softly.

Varnika didn’t answer immediately.

When she did, it was with a short, quiet: “Yeah.”

Meghana nodded slowly.

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A few seconds passed.

Then Varnika stood.

“I'm gonna lie down for a bit,” she said.

Her voice wasn’t sharp.

It wasn’t angry.

But it was... thinner.

As if held tight by something underneath.

“You haven’t eaten anything,” Meghana said.

“I’m not hungry.”

Meghana watched her walk away, barefoot, her steps softer than usual.

Just before she turned into the hallway, Varnika paused, her back still turned.

There was a moment—just long enough to say something, or not.

But she walked on.

Meghana sat there in the fading light, her fingers still around the cold glass.

She didn’t call her back. She didn’t ask what was wrong.

Because she already knew.

And across the house, in a quiet bedroom

Varnika lay down with her arm dbangd across her eyes, frustrated not just with the ache in her chest,

But with how deeply it confused her.

Because it wasn’t just about Abhi.

It wasn’t just about Meghana.

It was about her—feeling things she hadn’t expected, and not knowing what to do with them.

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Wednesday Night — A Text Conversation Beneath the Silence


Meghana sat on her bed in the dim lamplight, phone resting against her thigh.

Varnika hadn’t said a word all evening.

Not even during dinner.

Not even while clearing the dishes.

The silence stung more than an argument ever could.


She finally opened her chat with Abhi.

Meghana (8:41 PM)
We’ll pause yoga for a while, Abhi. I think that’s best.

She hesitated after typing. Her fingers lingered on the screen.

A part of her wanted him to argue, to say no, we’ll figure it out.

But another part, a quieter, steadier one, knew it was the only respectful thing to do.



In Flat 203, Abhi had just placed his laptop aside when her message lit up his screen.

His heart tightened—not with surprise, but with acceptance.

Abhi (8:46 PM)
I understand. I was expecting this. Is she okay?

He didn’t ask are you okay, though it hovered behind every syllable.

He already knew the answer.

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Meghana read his message twice, then curled her legs to the side and leaned into the headboard.

Her thumb hovered over the keyboard, heart heavy.

Meghana (8:48 PM)
She didn’t talk to me all day. Not even during dinner.
She barely looked at me.

She doesn’t hate me, Meghana told herself. 

But maybe right now, she doesn’t know how to love me either.


Abhi leaned forward, elbows on knees. 

He hadn’t been able to stop replaying the morning.

Varnika’s silence, her Uber, the glance she didn’t give him.

Abhi (8:49 PM)
She took an Uber to university.
Didn’t tell me until she got into the cab.

He paused. Then added:

I felt… shut out.

It was rare for him to admit that.

But this wasn’t about ego. 

It was about a thread that had snapped in silence.



Meghana closed her eyes briefly. 

She remembered Varnika's face that morning, the coolness in her voice, the backpack between them.

Meghana (8:51 PM)
She’s hurt. I can feel it.
Even though she said she doesn’t mind… I think what she saw this morning shook her more than she expected.

She bit her lip after typing. 

It hurt to say it. 

But it would hurt more to pretend it wasn’t true.



Abhi (8:53 PM)
It wasn’t just what she saw.
It was what it confirmed.

He paused, then added:

A part of her might have always wondered. But today, she knew.*

And maybe, he thought, I should’ve known this would happen.


Meghana (8:56 PM)
Yes.
And I didn’t prepare her for that.
She came into our lives so unexpectedly, and I… I let things unfold without boundaries.

The words came slowly. Her thumbs hovered, deleting, retyping.


She had always prided herself on being measured.

But with Abhi, with Varnika, she hadn’t measured.

She had felt.