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

[shailu4ever]

Hi Everyone,


It’s time for Indoor Partner Yoga again.  But this time, it’s a whole different vibe.

This session features just Meghana and Abhi.  There’s no rain outside, yet they’ve chosen to stay in… because this time, it’s raining in their hearts.

Also, keep an eye on Abhi.

He’s not the same shy guy from before. He’s bolder now, and that changes everything.

Let’s see how this unfolds… and what it turns into.


Stay tuned for the upcoming Indoor Partner Yoga!



-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Friday Morning – At 403 Door


The sky was still lavender when Abhi reached 403

Early, but not too early, the kind of morning where everything felt muted, even the birdsong.

He stood in front of her door for a moment longer than necessary.

Like he was waiting for something to click inside him.

It didn’t.

It had already clicked days ago.

He hadn’t knocked in all that time, not once.

Not since the last session.

But today, everything felt different.

It had weight.

Intention.

The first session after Varnika left.

The first session just two of them will be doing.

The first session after Abhi seen the taste of a beautiful woman.


This can be the beginning of something...

That they hadn’t dared name.


He reached for the bell. Then stopped.

Before he could decide

The door opened.


Meghana stood there.

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No words.


Just her, in the doorway

Morning light spilling over her shoulder like it had been waiting for her too.

She was barefoot,

Wrapped in a pale slate-blue robe cinched loosely at her waist

Like she’d only just tied it.

Soft fabric clung gently to her curves,

Revealing more than it concealed

The slope of one collarbone

The line of a bare thigh peeking through the hem.

Her hair was still damp from the shower, gathered lazily over one shoulder.

One long tendril curled down her neck,

Glistening against skin still flushed from warmth.

She blinked once, like seeing him there pulled her out of something deep.

Then she stepped back in a quiet invitation.

“Come in,” she said, voice quiet, but not unsure.

He stepped past the threshold, his shoulder brushing hers.

The scent of her, warm jasmine, skin, steam

Rose immediately, dizzying and familiar.

Like something that had once been his, in some quiet, unspoken way.

The door clicked shut behind him.

They didn’t speak.

They didn’t need to.

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There was only the hush of the room around them

The cool wood beneath their feet

The low golden spill of sunlight filtering through the curtains.

Her living room was already set

The yoga mats aligned, incense curling faintly in the corner,

A pitcher of water on the side table, untouched.

She turned, walked ahead of him,

Robe shifting with each step.

The robe slipped slightly off one shoulder

She didn’t fix it.

She didn’t need to.

She knew he was watching.

At the mat, she dropped gently to her knees,

Settling into her usual starting position.

Legs folded, spine long, hands resting lightly on her thighs.

Her eyes closed, not out of ritual, but something closer to readiness.

A quieting.

Abhi stood for a second longer, just watching her breathe.

She wasn’t waiting for him.

She already knew he would come.

He moved forward, every step deliberate,

Like he didn’t want to break the hush hanging between them.

The air inside her home was warm,

Thick with familiarity and something else

Something neither of them had ever put into words.

Yet.

When he sat behind her on the mat,

Close

But not yet touching

He noticed the way her shoulders lifted with breath.

He hadn’t touched her in a week.

But he’d felt her every morning.

[tweeny_fory]

Hi everyone,

I'm excited to share that Chapter 1 is now complete!

I’d love to hear your thoughts, what did you enjoy, what stood out, and what could be improved? Your feedback is incredibly valuable as I move forward.

Also, I’m curious to know: What are your expectations for Chapter 2?

Any ideas, hopes, or directions you'd like to see explored?

Please like, comment, and share your feedback.

I’m looking forward to hearing from you all!


Warm regards,

-- Shailu

Oh, Shailu, that first chapter really ended on such an emotional note! 
I truly loved the intimate yoga session; it was beautifully written and I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. 
I never anticipated, though, that it would create such friction between the sisters. I'm now incredibly eager to read on and see how things progress from here and what unfolds in their relationships.

[shailu4ever]

Oh, Shailu, that first chapter really ended on such an emotional note! 
I truly loved the intimate yoga session; it was beautifully written and I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. 
I never anticipated, though, that it would create such friction between the sisters. I'm now incredibly eager to read on and see how things progress from here and what unfolds in their relationships.

Hi tweeny_fory

Thank you so much for your thoughtful message!

I'm really glad you enjoyed the intimate yoga session. It is very nice to hear that.

Yes, the tension between the sisters adds a deeper emotional layer, and you will see how it changes as Varnika evolves as the time passes.

It would definitely be more interesting to see how their relationships evolve once Varnika returns.

Please read the remaining scenes and give me your feedback.  It really means a lot to me.

Warm Regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Friday Morning – Just Before the Pose


Abhi settled onto the mat behind her.

For a long, charged moment, he didn’t move.

Just watched the curve of her back beneath the robe

The delicate slope of her neck where her hair clung, still a little damp.

She was still.

Still breathing.

Still silent.

But not indifferent.

She could feel the weight of his gaze like a warm hand.

It didn’t make her nervous.

It made her aware, of herself, of him,

Of how different today already felt.

Without turning around,


Meghana reached up and gathered her hair into a loose tie at the crown of her head.

The motion lifted her shoulders, exposing more of her back.

The robe slid an inch further off her shoulder.


Then she inhaled

A deep, deliberate breath.

And stood.

She rose with fluid grace

Stepping forward slightly off the mat.

Her fingers reached for the robe’s knot at her waist.

She untied it with quiet ease

The fabric loosening

Parting

Slipping down from her shoulders in a single graceful motion.

She let it fall.



The robe slid to the floor like water

pooling at her feet.

She stood there

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Now fully revealed.

Underneath

She wore a one, shoulder sports bra

sleek and form-fitting

In a soft earthy rust tone that made her skin glow.

It clung to her like it belonged there

Cutting clean across her chest, leaving one shoulder bare,

Collarbone exposed

The line of her ribs delicately visible beneath.

The fabric hugged her snugly, 

Supportive but sensual, more sculpture than clothing.

Her shorts were minimal, barely - there.

Black micro shorts, sitting low on her hips, high on her thighs

Leaving nearly every inch of her legs exposed.

The waistband curved into her waist like it knew her body.

Every movement of her hips as she turned was a quiet,

Slow exhale of tension he hadn’t known he was holding.

She didn’t turn to look at him.

She didn’t have to.

Abhi swallowed hard.

His heart hadn’t caught up to the rest of him.

His body had noticed her before his thoughts had formed.

And now he sat frozen,

Watching her step calmly back to the mat

Barefoot, poised, completely present.



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[shailu4ever]

She lowered herself to her knees again

Slowly, deliberately

As though her body was part of some unfolding ritual.

Her spine straightened.

One hand rested lightly on her thigh, the other brushing the floor for balance.

Her breath was slow.

Controlled.

Her presence quiet but potent.

Only now did she glance over her shoulder.

Just once.

“I didn’t overdress, did I?” she asked softly

Her lips curving the faintest hint of a smirk.

Abhi exhaled through his nose

A low, short breath that almost sounded like a laugh, but wasn’t.

“No,” he said. His voice came out low, husky. Honest.

“You wore exactly the right amount, for the today...”

She smiled at that.

Just a little, and turned away again,

Offering him her back, mostly exposed...

Her trust

Her nearness.

“I’m ready,” she said quietly.

He moved toward her.

And this time, when he sat behind her

Close, knees brushing

Warmth already blooming between them

His hands didn’t stay on his own legs for long.

She leaned back against him.

And the Indoor Partner Yoga session began.



- o -

[shailu4ever]

Pose 1 – Resting Overlap (A Quiet Return)


Meghana sat still

Spine long, fingers resting lightly on her thighs

But her body radiated something deeper.

Not calm exactly, but charged. Alive.

Her breath was slow, practiced.

But Abhi could feel the flutter beneath it.

That undercurrent of awareness.

His knees brushed against her hips as he settled behind her

Even that light touch pulled a reaction from deep inside both of them.

It has been more than a week back, they had this intimacy.

She didn’t lean back immediately.

For a moment, the space between them buzzed

Barely there, but vibrating with everything they hadn’t said in days.

A week’s worth of quiet tension and vivid memory.

And then, without warning, she exhaled.

Her body softened.

Her back pressed lightly into his chest.

The contact was so subtle it almost didn’t register.

But it landed like a pulse.

Her warmth.

Something familiar...



- o -

[shailu4ever]

The curve of her spine pressing into him through the thin fabric of his shirt.


Her head tilted slightly, letting her bare shoulder rest against his collarbone.

She smelled of jasmine again.

And the lightest trace of something that had only bloomed since he last held her like this

Something she didn’t wear on her skin

But something her body carried now.

Desire.

Abhi closed his eyes, just for a second.

His hands slid forward

Slow and steady

Until they settled on her waist.


One palm resting just under the curve of her ribs


The other spreading across her bare stomach

Just above her navel.

Skin - to - Skin.

The skin there was warm,

Smooth

Impossibly soft.

She didn’t flinch.

In fact, her hand moved back behind her now

Brushing against his thigh as she anchored herself more fully against him.


She was fully leaning now


Not just trusting, but offering.


- o -

[shailu4ever]

“It’s strange,” she murmured.

“It’s only been a week. But it feels like I forgot how this feels.”


Abhi’s breath hitched.

“I didn’t forget,” he said,

His voice thick. “I remembered every morning. Every minute.”

Meghana’s fingers curled gently around the edge of his knee.

Not pulling, just holding.

Their bodies fit together too easily

Like gravity had been waiting for them to stop resisting.

Her hips, clad in those barely

There shorts, pressed gently into his thighs.

His chest cradled her back

Each inhale matching the rise and fall of her breath.

His hand shifted upward slightly

Tracing the contour of her ribs under the fabric of her sports bra.

The rust-colored fabric was soft,

But thin

It offered very little resistance to sensation.

Her breathing deepened as his fingertips grazed the side of her torso.

Not bold yet.


But undeniably intentional.

- o -

[shailu4ever]

She tilted her head to the side

Letting it rest against his shoulder.

Her bare arm grazed his neck.

“Still remember how to breathe together?” she asked.

It was meant to be a tease

But her voice trembled at the edges.

“Only with you,” he whispered.

His lips were so close to her ear

She felt the shape of the words more than she heard them.

Their breath fell into sync, like it used to.

But slower now.

More primal.

She shifted again

A subtle roll of her hips

Not meant to be provocative

But in this closeness, everything became charged.


The movement tugged the waistband of her shorts even lower on her waist

Exposing the soft dip of her lower back.

Abhi’s eyes dropped for just a second.

And then he exhaled hard through his nose

Forcing himself to stay still.

His hand over her stomach flexed


His thumb stroking the curve just above her navel.

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She reacted,  with a soft hum in her throat.

Almost a sigh.


Meghana’s fingers behind her now began tracing soft lines on his thigh

Slow, thoughtful, feather-light.

Her nails barely grazed through the fabric of his track pants.

But he felt every pass like fire under his skin.

“We go slow today,” she said finally.

“But we don’t hold back.”


“I don’t want to,” he answered

Voice low. “I’ve held back enough.”

Her cheek turned slightly, brushing his jaw.

She didn’t kiss him. Just not yet.


But her lips parted.

And stayed parted.

“Neither do I,” she whispered.

They stayed like that.

Breathing, touching,

Unspoken currents flowing between every inch of skin that met.


He didn’t move.

Neither did she.


Because in this pose, stillness was the seduction.

His fingers slowly explored the hem of her shorts now


Grazing along her hipbone.

Her skin twitched under the touch

Not retreating, but alive. Alert. Aware.


- o -

[shailu4ever]

And when her body gave just the smallest shift backward

Pressing more fully into his lap

His hands steadied her at the waist.

Like he was grounding her in place

Anchoring her to a moment that was starting to dissolve boundaries.

Minutes passed like that.

In sensation.

When she finally stirred, it was deliberate.

Slow.

She lifted her torso

Giving him room to breathe again.

And he did

But only after sliding his hands gently, reverently down her sides.

His fingers brushed over the skin between bra and shorts

Like sealing in the memory of this pose.

Her naked skin... soft... warm... feels softer than silk...


She moved forward.

Her muscles stretching.

The tiny shorts rode up just a touch more.

He let his gaze linger

Because there was no hiding now.

Not after what they’d just shared.

He felt her everywhere.


She had come to the mat ready.


And now, he wasn’t just remembering her body.

He was rediscovering it.





-- oOo --

[shailu4ever]

Stillness, Broken Gently – A Bold Step


Abhi didn’t speak.

But something shifted in him the moment she said it

Not with force

Not with hunger

But with an unmistakable clarity.

No holding back.


His arms tightened ever so slightly around her waist

Fingers splaying across her midsection as if trying to memorize the shape of her breath.

Meghana felt it.

She didn’t move away.

Instead, she sank a little further into his hold

Her back pressing fully against his chest now.

Her head turned slightly

And her cheek brushed the side of his jaw.


That was all the invitation he needed.

Abhi lowered his chin slowly

Letting the bridge of his nose trail down along her hairline

Past her temple.

He could feel her breath catch there.

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Her body went still, but not tense.


When his lips finally reached her skin

Just below her ear

At the tender curve where jaw met neck

He didn’t kiss immediately.

He lingered. Hovered.


Meghana’s eyes fluttered shut.

Then...  softly...

He kissed her.

Once.

The kiss wasn’t rushed.

It wasn’t light, either.

It carried weight, not of lust,

But of weeks of want that had simmered without expression.

She inhaled sharply through her nose

The sound swallowed into the space between them.

Her hand moved

One of them

Reaching up to touch his forearm

The fingers gripping lightly as if to anchor herself.


Abhi didn’t pull back.

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He let his lips stay there a moment longer


Brushing gently again

Just slightly lower.

Her skin was warm

Smooth

And her pulse beat gently against his mouth.

“Is this okay?” he asked, voice husky against her skin.

She turned her head toward him

Just enough to meet his gaze out of the corner of her eyes.

Her lips were parted now

The smallest curve at the edge

Not quite a smile.

Something quieter. Something deeper.

“It’s more than okay,” she whispered. “Just don’t stop there.”


He smiled,  not a smirk, not confidence, but something grateful.

Then he leaned in again.

His lips found her neck once more

This time lower... Slower...  

And his arms around her grew firmer

More protective than possessive.

Meghana exhaled softly

Her hand now slipping fully over his as if to say I’m right here with you.

No hurry. No rush.

But bold

Yes. Earned.

And when she finally leaned forward to begin the next pose


She did so with the echo of his kiss still warm on her skin…


The kind of ache that wasn’t painful... only sweet.




-- oOo --

[shailu4ever]

Friday Morning – Pose 2: The Arching Bind


She didn’t speak right away.

Still seated with her back to him,

Meghana simply shifted her weight forward,

Then gently turned, just enough to glance at him over her bare shoulder.

There was something playful in her expression now.

Not the sharp teasing of before, but something more dangerous, more deliberate.

A quiet dare.

Without a word, she extended her legs in front of her,

Ankles crossed,

And then scooted back,

Slow and steady,

Until the curve of her spine hovered just inches from Abhi’s chest.

Not touching yet. Just there. Waiting.


Her body moved with that same sculpted confidence

The one-shoulder rust-toned sports bra catching the soft morning light as she raised both arms above her head

Fingers interlacing loosely behind her neck.

The movement caused her ribcage to lift

Her torso to stretch

And her bare shoulder blades to pull back


Revealing the elegant line from collarbone to waist.

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Abhi’s breath hitched.

Then, slowly...

Meghana tilted her head back

Just enough that the curve of her temple hovered near his jawline

Her neck exposed like a line drawn in invitation.

“Hold me,” she said, low and quiet.

He didn’t ask how.

He simply moved.

Abhi’s arms slid forward and under hers

His forearms brushing beneath her lifted elbows.

He curved them across her chest, never forcefully, just a slow, secure wrap

Palms meeting just above her heart.

Her hands lifted, fingers closing gently over his.

He could feel her pulse through their touch.

Her body leaned into his now

Spine arching against his torso

The softness of her back pressing through his shirt

And her hips angling slightly forward as she settled into the pose.

His legs bracketed hers

For a moment, it felt less like yoga and more like being caught inside a living sculpture

Bodies folded together by memory and fire.

They sat like that.

Stillness.

Just breath.