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

[shailu4ever]

Chapter 2


Saturday Evening – A Pause in the Corridor


The corridor was hushed as Abhi stepped off the elevator onto the second floor.

The dusky light outside had faded into a cool twilight, and the scent of rain-drenched earth drifted in through the stairwell window.  

It’s been three days since that morning when Varnika walked in unannounced, interrupting Meghna and Abhi’s intimate indoor yoga session.

He hasn’t been able to shake the thoughts since. But as he turned toward his door, something shifted in the air.

A quiet chime.

The elevator behind him sighed open again.

He turned.

Madhavi stepped out, umbrella closed, a small cloth bag in one hand, her damp pallu clinging to the curve of her hip.

The indigo saree she wore shimmered faintly under the corridor light.

Her hair loosely gathered, a few soft strands falling down one side of her face.

She paused the moment her eyes found his.

Abhi stood still. His breath slowed.
It had been just six days since she kissed him on the cheek, lingering long enough to burn it into his skin, and then… silence.

No replies to his messages. No sightings on the balcony. No casual glances on the stairwell.

Until now.

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“Hi,” she said quietly, the softest smile playing on her lips, rosy, uncertain.

“Hi,” he replied, voice low, as if unsure if the moment would break if he spoke too loudly.

She stepped forward, the corridor stretching smaller between them.

They were only a foot apart now, near their doors—203 and 202—but something in the air still crackled.

“I wasn’t… avoiding you,” she said after a breath, her eyes on the floor.

Abhi tilted his head. “But you disappeared.”

She looked up, met his eyes. “Because I didn’t know what to do with how I felt.”

His heart beat heavier.

“That kiss…” she said, voice quieter now, “was more than I expected. It made me question things I thought I had buried.”

He didn’t interrupt. Just stood, watching her with a calm patience.

“It wasn’t a mistake,” Abhi said finally, his voice low, steady. “That evening… it meant something to me.”

She blinked once, slowly. Then nodded. “I know.”

A beat passed.

“I wasn’t ready to feel that much,” she added, voice even softer now. “I thought I could stay in control… just enjoy your presence, your energy… but that night, something crossed.”

He didn’t interrupt. He just listened, his heart pressing against his ribs.

“I don’t regret it,” she said after a breath. “But I needed space to feel it fully. Without guilt. Without trying to erase it.”

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She added, gaze steady now. “I just needed a few days. To breathe. To feel it without rushing into guilt.”

He reached for the wall, leaning gently. “And now?”

Madhavi looked at him. A faint smile played on her lips, playful, just full of quiet surrender. “Now I miss talking to you.”

He smiled faintly, eyes softening.

He nodded gently. “It meant something to me too, Madhavi.”

She exhaled slowly.

Then her expression softened, just slightly. “Sandeep’s working late tonight. Some call with his overseas client.” Her fingers toyed with the hem of her bag as she added, “I made too much curry … and rotis. Amma’s recipe.”

Abhi’s brows lifted slightly. He didn’t smile, but his eyes did.

“You hungry?” she asked, looking at his door, then back at him.

“I could eat,” he said quietly.

She turned toward her door, her voice low. “Give me ten minutes. I’ll knock.”

Abhi nodded. “Okay.”

Their eyes held for a second longer. Unspoken emotions suspended gently between them.

And then she slipped into her flat, door closing softly behind her.

Abhi stood alone, pulse calm but stirring.

The cool air of the corridor didn’t help.

Because the warmth that stirred inside him now had little to do with dinner.


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[shailu4ever]

Thursday Evening – The Pause That Trembled


The corridor outside 202 felt familiar and different.

Abhi paused outside her door. His hand hovered above the bell.

He didn’t press it.

Before he could knock, the door opened.

Madhavi stood there, barefoot.

Her soft cream saree clung to her frame, its delicate folds contrasting against the lights in her house.

Her hair was tied up lazily, a few damp strands curling near her temples.

The light behind her made her silhouette glow faintly, warm and home-lit.

“I heard your steps,” she said with a small smile. “Come in.”

Abhi stepped inside.

It smelled like curry leaves, fresh coriander, and something faintly sweet underneath.

But even stronger than the food was the scent of her, familiar now.

Comforting.

Disrupting.

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“How are you?” he asked, his voice softer than usual.

Too careful.

She tilted her head. “You’re asking like it’s been weeks.”

“Feels like it,” he said, eyes searching hers.

A silence passed between them.

“I was... giving space,” she said, turning toward the kitchen, “in case what happened on Sunday felt... too much.”

Abhi followed her with his eyes, not his feet. “It did feel too much. But not in the wrong way.”

She paused at the counter. Her hand stilled over a ladle.

“I know,” she whispered.

For a long minute, neither moved.

Only the sound of the ceiling fan overhead filled the stillness.

Then she turned, leaning gently against the counter. “Sandeep’s working late.”

“Some urgent delivery tomorrow.”

“He’ll eat at the site.”


Abhi stepped closer.

Not much.

Just enough.

“Good to have someone to eat with,” she said, eyes on him now. “Even if it’s just Routi  and curry tonight.”

He smiled, that same lopsided one he always had when her softness caught him off guard. “I’ll take it.”

[shailu4ever]

Madhavi set two plates out on the small dining table.

The dinner was simple but comforting.

Freshly prepared with care.

Abhi sat across from Madhavi, his gaze never straying far from her.

The light from the window danced across her face, casting a warm glow that made her look even more beautiful than usual.

They ate slowly, the sound of their utensils clinking softly against their plates filling the quiet space between them.

Abhi’s attention kept shifting between the food and her

Noticing the way she moved, the graceful way she lifted her glass to her lips

How her saree clung to her figure,

And how the pallu slipped just slightly from her shoulder as she leaned forward to serve him, exposing those soft curves.

Madhavi glanced up and smiled at him

The expression warm but slightly guarded

As if she was still deciding whether to let herself truly feel what was simmering beneath the surface.

“Here,” she said softly, lifting a piece of roti from her plate to his plate. “This one is a little spicier.”

Abhi met her eyes as she served him.

His heart racing slightly at the closeness. “You’re not going to feed me, are you?” he teased.

His voice held a tenderness that betrayed his playful tone.

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[shailu4ever]

She chuckled softly,

Her eyes crinkling at the corners

And then

To his surprise, she tore a piece from the same Roti

Her fingers moving with a quiet grace that felt almost ceremonial.

She didn’t look at him

But there was an unmistakable awareness in the air, thick and charged,

As if they were standing on the edge of something unspoken.

She broke the piece into a smaller bite, then gently held it out to him.

Abhi stilled.

Her hand hovered close to his face, and for a moment,

He could only stare at her fingers

Delicate

Trembling slightly,

Touched with oil and the faintest sheen of warmth.

He leaned forward, slow and deliberate, and took the bite from her hand.

But he didn’t stop there.

As his lips closed around her fingers

He let them linger

Barely brushing at first

Then deepening the contact just enough to make it intimate.

[shailu4ever]

His mouth was warm


His breath soft against her skin.

He let his lips part slightly

Tasting the salt of the roti—and the faint trace of her.

He grazed the pad of her index finger with his tongue

Gentle, reverent, as if memorizing her.

Her breath caught.

She didn’t move.

Her fingers stayed within the curve of his mouth for a heartbeat longer

Suspended between invitation and hesitation.

He watched her closely

His eyes flicking between her parted lips and the slow rise and fall of her breasts.

Her hand remained suspended, caught between instinct and desire.

He took her fingers more fully into his mouth.

Then...

His tongue grazed lightly along the pad of her index finger, middle finger and her ring finger.  

Tasting her, feeling her.

She didn’t move.

For a heartbeat, the world faded around them.

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[shailu4ever]

When she finally withdrew her hand, it was slow.

Measured.

Her eyes stayed on him, wide and a little dazed, her chest rising and falling with quiet urgency.

Then...

Without thinking...

Without speaking...

She glanced down at her own fingers,

Still wet with the warmth of his mouth.

Her lashes fluttered, and slowly,

Almost absentmindedly,

She brought her fingers to her lips.

She kissed them.

Not playfully, not even deliberately.

It was tender, contemplative

Like she was trying to understand what he had just felt,

Or maybe what she had just done.

Her lips parted just slightly,

She let her tongue brush the tip of her finger,

Tasting what lingered.

[shailu4ever]

Her eyes flicked back to his, and that single look said everything.

Desire.

Curiosity.

A question she wasn’t quite ready to ask aloud.

Abhi’s pulse roared in his ears.

As she lowered her hand, her pallu slipped again, this time baring her shoulder completely.

The silk of her saree clung to her side,

Revealing the delicate curve of her upper breasts, where skin met shadow.

He didn’t look away.

He couldn’t.

She reached for her glass of water, fingers trembling slightly,

But she moved with a kind of quiet dignity,

As if this moment, no matter how small, had just changed something between them.

Maybe forever.

The room was silent, but the air between them was electric

Dense with everything they hadn’t said and everything they now couldn’t ignore.

[shailu4ever]

She set her glass down

The clink of it soft and distant, like a sound underwater.

The silence between them had thickened—no longer awkward,

But loaded with something slow and molten.


Abhi reached for the roti

His movements unhurried, almost meditative.

He tore a piece off with care

Smaller this time

And brought it toward her lips

Not with the casualness of sharing food, but with a kind of quiet intent.

His hand hovered close.

She didn’t move at first

Just stared at his fingers, broad, warm,

Slightly glistening with oil.

Her gaze lifted to his eyes,

Searching...

But whatever she saw there made her lean in.

[shailu4ever]

She took the bite,

Lips brushing his skin as she did

But Abhi didn’t retreat.

His fingers lingered

Pressing into the corner of her mouth

Tracing the shape of it as if memorizing its feel.

The softness of her lips

The way they parted under his touch

Pulled something deep from his chest

A need that was quiet, patient, but undeniable.

He let his fingers trail lower,

Brushing the curve of her lower lip

Then letting his thumb follow

Slowly, sensually.

A smear of ghee glistened at the edge of her mouth,

And he wiped it away

Only to let his thumb drag lightly across her bottom lip again.


She shivered.

And then

Just barely

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Just enough

He let his index and middle finger press a little closer.

Her lips parted instinctively

His fingers dipped between them

Shallow,

Tasting the humid heat of her breath.

Deep enough to land on her tongue.

Just present. Just there.

Her mouth closed softly around his fingertips

Enough for him to feel the velvet of her lips,

The wet warmth inside.

A quiet gasp escaped her nose

Unintentional,

It made his pulse thunder in his ears.

He didn’t move.

His other hand came up to her jaw

Cupping it gently

Holding her in place

Not possessivel

But as if afraid the moment might slip through his fingers.

[shailu4ever]

Her eyes fluttered half


Shut, lashes trembling.

She wasn’t pulling away.

If anything, she was leaning in.

Sucking his fingers lightly...

Her tongue brushing his fingers

It felt unreal...



He withdrew his fingers slowly, deliberately.

But as he did, he let them drag along her lips

Coating them, tasting her in reverse.

His thumb followed again, slower now,

Sliding across the fullness of her mouth before resting at the corner of it

Reluctant to let go.

Her lips glistened, parted, kissed by the echo of his touch.

As his fingers slipped from her mouth

Warm, damp, and trembling slightly from the softness they’d just explored

Abhi held them there for a heartbeat, suspended between them like a secret.

Then, without looking away

He slowly brought his hand to his lips.

He kissed his fingertips

[shailu4ever]

First gently, then deeper, as if trying to understand what she had felt


What had passed between them.

The lingering warmth of her breath, the faint taste of ghee, and something else

Something distinctly her, clung to his skin.

He let his mouth linger on the pads of his fingers,

His tongue brushing lightly against them

Savoring not just the physical sensation but the intimacy they had just shared.

It wasn’t about hunger. It was reverence.

His eyes stayed locked with hers the whole time

In that gaze was a confession: that her taste, her nearness,

Her unspoken invitation had shaken something loose in him.

Something quiet,

but deep.

She felt it too.

The way her lips parted again,

Her breath catching…

She felt it all.

She looked at him then, and something flickered between them

Raw, electric, terrifying in its honesty.

Her breath was shallow.

Her chest rose and fell as though she’d just run a great distance.

But neither of them had moved more than a few inches.

And yet… everything had changed.

[shailu4ever]

They continued...


But something in the air shifted

A growing tension,

Like the slow build of a melody before the climax.

The way she looked at him,

with that quiet, unspoken understanding, made his pulse quicken.

“You know,” he said,

Voice low, his gaze not leaving hers,

“this would be much more beautiful if you fed me some more… but not with your hands.”

Madhavi’s breath caught,

Her eyes widening slightly,

As if she hadn’t expected him to say it.

Her fingers, which had been poised over the plate

Stilled for a moment.

But there was something in her eyes now

Something like curiosity mixed with mischief

And she didn’t pull back.

“Not with my hands?” she repeated mischievously

The challenge in her voice barely concealed.

Abhi nodded, his expression sincere but playful.

“I think you know what I mean,” he said,


The smile on his lips a quiet invitation.


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[shailu4ever]

“You know,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, low and smooth,

his gaze fixed on hers with an intensity that seemed to pull her in,

“this would be so much more beautiful if you fed me a little more… but not with your hands.”

Madhavi’s breath hitched, her pulse quickening.

The words were unexpected, yet laced with an unspoken promise.

Her fingers, poised just above the plate, stilled in mid-air.

But something stirred in her gaze—curiosity mingled with a playful defiance—as she didn’t pull back.

“Not with my hands?” she repeated, the challenge in her voice soft but unmistakable,

her lips curling slightly as she leaned in just a fraction.

Abhi's lips lifted into a smile, one that was sincere,

Yet playful—an invitation he wasn’t going to take back.

“I think you know exactly what I mean,” he said, his voice smooth as velvet, warm with the promise of something more.

The space between them seemed to shrink, the tension in the air palpable as time slowed.

Madhavi’s gaze darkened slightly, her smile deepening into something more sultry.

Slowly, deliberately, she leaned forward, drawing closer to him.

The proximity between them now felt charged, the air thick with anticipation.

She picked up a piece of roti,

The warmth of it still lingering from the plate,


And without breaking eye contact, brought it to her lips.

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The tip of her finger brushed softly against her mouth, and for a heartbeat, Abhi’s breath caught.

He could feel the weight of her gaze, the electricity between them crackling in the air.

She took a small, teasing bite,

Her lips curving into a smile that promised more

More than just the food, more than just the moment.

With every movement, every little detail, the tension built higher.

He could hear the gentle rhythm of her chewing, slow and deliberate,

each moment stretching between them like a sweet, irresistible ache.


And then, with a sly, almost teasing smile, Madhavi leaned in closer.

Her breath, warm and intoxicating, ghosted across his face,

Sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine.

The air between them crackled with electric tension,

Thick with unspoken promises.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief, a playful challenge lingering in the way she looked at him.

Her lips hovered just above his,

Teasing him with every fraction of an inch,

Her gaze holding his captive, daring him to make the first move.

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