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

[shailu4ever]

Friday Night – The Dinner of a Lifetime



They sat across from each other, but it never felt like a distance.

The flickering candlelight painted golden ripples across the tablecloth, casting shadows that swayed gently across their faces.

The soft instrumental music playing from her Bluetooth speaker

A lilting Hindustani flute

Melted into the background like silk.

Meghana reached across the table and slowly filled Abhi’s plate, Her bangles chiming softly.

Steamed basmati rice, a rich paneer butter masala, jeera aloo crisped just right, and a tangy mango pickle she’d made herself.

Each dish was warm, fragrant, and touched with something personal.

As she served herself, Abhi watched her, the slow, graceful way she moved, like this was her element.

"You cooked all this?" he asked softly, breaking a piece of roti and dipping it into the curry.

She nodded, amused. "All afternoon. I wanted it to be right."

He tasted the first bite and closed his eyes for a beat.

"God," he murmured. "This is divine."

She tilted her head, leaning slightly forward. "Better than restaurant food?"

"Meghana," he said, eyes holding hers now, "this is better than anything I've ever had. I mean it."

She smiled, that slow, secret smile. "Good. Because I made it for you. Only you."



They ate slowly.



- o -

[shailu4ever]

Not because they weren’t hungry

But because neither of them wanted to rush the moment.

Her anklet chimed whenever she shifted in her chair.

The pallu of her saree had slipped slightly off her shoulder 

Now hung loose the bare line of her collarbone catching his eye again and again.

At one point, she took his plate gently.

“You’ve earned a reward,” she said,

Meghana stood up quietly

Lifting Abhi’s plate from in front of him before he could protest.

Her bangles clinked softly with each movement.

“Hey…” he began, but stopped as she gave him a look

Gentle, teasing, full of intent.

“Just sit back,” she said, her voice velvety. “Let me do this.”

He leaned back in the chair, unsure where to place his hands, resting them finally on his lap.

His eyes followed her every motion.

She stood beside him

Holding the plate in one hand

Breaking a small piece of roti with the other.

Her fingers dipped into the paneer curry, swirling it just enough to pick up the thick masala.

Then she leaned in, hand extended, her wrist hovering just above his mouth.

“Open,” she whispered, as though it were a secret only he was allowed to hear.

Abhi parted his lips slightly.

The roti touched his tongue.



Warm, fragrant.



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[shailu4ever]

But more than the taste


It was the feeling of her fingers grazing his lower lip


her knuckle brushing the stubble along his chin as she withdrew her hand.

He chewed slowly, his eyes fixed on hers.

“Is that good?” she asked, almost whispering.

He swallowed, nodding. “Too good.”

She smiled, this time more shyly than before.

She tore off another small piece of roti, dipped it in the paneer, and turned toward him again.

“Second bite,” she whispered, holding it out.

Abhi didn’t take it right away. 

His gaze moved from the food to her eyes

Then down to her lips, which were now ever so slightly parted.

She noticed it, the way he was looking, and a blush rose to her cheeks, but she didn’t turn away.

He leaned forward, lips brushing her fingers as he took the bite.

Her breath hitched softly at the contact.

He chewed slowly, but his eyes never left hers.


And then

Without a word

Meghana leaned in.


Her saree rustled gently with the motion.

The jasmine tucked behind her ear sent a faint fragrance between them.

Her hand, still holding the remaining piece of roti, lowered unconsciously.


She kissed him

Soft and quiet. 

A moment suspended.

[shailu4ever]

Not a kiss that claimed. 


A kiss that felt.

Her lips pressed into his

Slow and reverent

As if she were tasting not just him but the closeness they’d grown into.

Abhi didn’t move.

He let the kiss land, settle, and blossom.

He just parted his lips, trying take her in.

Her tongue went into his mouth as if exploring every inch.

She took the half chewed food from his mouth into her mouth

“This is for me” she whispered in his mouth, looking into his eyes. 

His hands reached up slowly, fingers brushing her waist through the silk dbang.

When she pulled back just a little, their foreheads almost touched. 

She exhaled, smiling shyly.

“I shouldn’t be feeding you like this,” she whispered... “But I have been dreaming about this”

“Then don’t stop,” he murmured, his voice low and warm.

She fed him again. But the rhythm had changed.

The kiss had turned the moment from dinner to something deeper.

Each bite now felt like a love note.

A step into something they were no longer resisting.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked playfully, as he took the bite.

“Because you’ve never looked more beautiful,” he said honestly, the words tumbling out before he could filter them.

A blush colored her cheeks, deepening as she bent to the plate again.

“You’ll spoil me if you say such things.” she whispered, licking a tiny spot of curry from the edge of his lip with her tongue.

“No,” he said,“I’ll spoil myself if I don’t.”

She froze for half a second

Eyes glancing down at his lips, 

Just long enough to make the air between them sizzle.


Another bite came.





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[shailu4ever]

This one with mango pickle, sharp, tangy, and rich.


She fed it to him more carefully now

Her fingertips deliberately resting against the corner of his mouth for just a beat longer.

He caught her wrist gently after the fourth bite

Not to stop her, but to simply hold her touch.

“You always take care of people like this?” he asked softly.

“No,” she said, 

Her voice barely above a breath.

“Only the ones who make my heart do strange things.”


He didn’t let go of her wrist.

His thumb moved slowly over the inside of her forearm

Smooth skin

Warm from cooking.

Her breath caught, and he felt it in the air between them.

“Are you still hungry?” she asked, not for food now, but for closeness.

“I am,” he whispered, “but not for this dinner.”

That silence afterward wasn’t empty.

It brimmed with the kind of tension that vibrates in the chest

The kind that makes fingertips tingle and breath go shallow.

She fed him one final bite

This time slower than all the others.


She held his gaze as he took it in

Her eyes soft, almost reverent.

Like she was memorizing this, him,

The taste of the moment


The feeling of giving...




- o -

[shailu4ever]

When the plate was nearly empty


She set it down on the side table without a sound.

Then, still standing beside him

She brushed her hand along his shoulder lightly.

It wasn’t an invitation.

It was an answer to everything left unsaid between them.

“We’re not rushing this, are we?” she asked, quietly.

“Never,” he replied, 

Eyes following the way her saree pleats moved as she stepped back.

But in that small, tender ritual, the feeding, the touches, the silences, something powerful had already been shared.

And the night was just beginning.

“I’ve been thinking about tonight,” she said softly, “for days.”

His throat tightened. "So have I."

“But not as… an end to something,” she added

Her eyes never leaving his.

“More like the beginning of everything else.”


There was something in her voice, calm and unwavering,

That held more truth than anything spoken between them before.

She meant every word.

She wasn’t playing.

He knows that.



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[shailu4ever]

“I cooked too much,” she said softly,

Resting her chin on his shoulder now.

“I thought I’d be the one feeding you... but you’re the one feeding my heart.”


Abhi looked at her, really looked, and something in his chest shifted.

His fingers found the edge of her saree’s pleats where they gathered at her waist.

He didn’t pull, didn’t tug, just held the soft silk between his fingers, reverent, curious, spellbound.

“I could stay like this,” he murmured, “forever.”

Meghana turned her face

Lips brushing the edge of his jaw. “Let’s stay until the candle go out.”

He leaned back a little, and she followed.

She didn’t ask where they were headed next.

She just rested her head on his shoulder, fingers now curled into his shirt.

A quiet closeness that said more than any kiss.

The room glowed amber and gold.

Their hearts thudded not with urgency, but with a soft rhythm of belonging.

Meghana stayed curled lightly against him

Her cheek nestled against the dip of his shoulder.

Abhi sat almost motionless, not wanting to disturb the warm gravity of her weight against him.

One of her bangles had slipped down to her wrist

Its edge brushing gently against his forearm as she shifted slightly.

Not to pull away, but to fit better, closer.


- o -

[shailu4ever]

The silence was golden


Filled with everything unsaid.

Outside, the night was quiet the distant hum of traffic like a lullaby far away.

But here, within these four walls, time seemed suspended.

The flickering flames from the candle threw soft shadow across her face

Highlighting the gentle curve of her cheek, the slow rise and fall of her breath,

The slight moistness still lingering on her lips from that last kiss.

Her saree shimmered faintly under the candlelight.

The deep emerald green clung to her waist and spilled over her legs, pooling like liquid silk.

The low blouse revealed something unspoken...

Abhi turned slightly, just enough to rest his chin lightly against the top of her head.

“You smell like jasmine,” he murmured.

“Too much?” she asked, not moving.

“No. Just enough to make me lose my mind.”

She smiled.

He could feel it against his shoulder.

Her fingers now found his hand.

They didn’t intertwine immediately.

Instead, she traced the lines of his palm, drawing soft, slow circles.

As though memorizing his shape, without looking.

As though this touch, right now, mattered more than anything else.

“Abhi...” she whispered, barely a sound.


He waited.

[shailu4ever]

“I didn’t plan any of this,” she said, still tracing his hand. “Not this deeply.”


“I know,” he said quietly. “Neither did I.”

“And still... here we are.”

“Yes.”

They sat like that, not counting time, not counting heartbeats, just breathing in tandem, like a shared secret.

Tilted his face gently toward her, and her lips met his again.

This kiss was different.

Not urgent.

Not heavy.

But deep.

Slow.

Lasting.

Her hand slid into his hair, his fingers resting lightly at her hip.

They didn’t move.

They didn’t have to.

It was the kind of kiss that spoke of staying, of knowing, of feeling each other with the soul first.

When they finally parted, it wasn’t with breathlessness.

It was with stillness.

Their foreheads rested together, eyes half-closed, hands still touching.

“I’ve never felt anything like this,” she whispered.

He nodded, unable to speak.

And as the last candle flickered lower, the night wrapped around them like a hush.

Two hearts. One breath.


But neither of them wanted to move away.





- o -

[shailu4ever]

He reached for her hand on the table.
 
 
The light caught the ring on her middle finger as his thumb traced slow circles over the back of her palm.
 
“I’ve never wanted something this real,” he whispered.
 
“I know,” she said. “Neither have I.”
 
She rose from her seat
 
Collected their empty plates in silence, and walked them to the sink.
 
The clinking of dishes was quiet
 
Like distant bells.
 
When she turned back, she didn’t speak.
 
She simply blew out two of the candles nearest the table.
 
Then another.
 
And another.
 
And another
 
Until the room was left glowing in the faintest flicker
 
Only one candle burning in the corner.
 
She turned and extended her hand to him.
 
“Come.”
 
He stood.
 
Their fingers met.
 
The space between them vanished.
 
Tonight wasn’t about speed.
 
It was about everything that had waited beneath the surface for weeks, now rising, unfolding, breathing between them.
 
 
And it had only just begun.
 
 
 
 
-- oOo --

[shailu4ever]

Meghana slowly exhaled


Her cheek still resting near his as the taste of the last kiss lingered between them.

The plates, the candles, the dinner, they had all become background now.

Her world had narrowed to the man beside her, and the quiet burn of something deeper humming under her skin.

She glanced at him, her eyes soft, searching.

“Come,” she said, her voice low, not commanding, just gentle. “Let’s sit somewhere softer.”

She rose first, fingers still laced lightly with his until they slipped apart.

Her saree shifted as she stood,

cascading over her hips and brushing her ankles with a whispering sound.

She didn’t rush.

Her bare feet made no sound on the polished tile as she walked toward the living room.

Abhi watched her for a moment before rising and following

His eyes drawn to the way the emerald silk shimmered with every movement

How the open back of her blouse revealed the elegant slope of her spine.

The couch waited, dbangd in a soft beige throw

Cushions carefully fluffed, clearly arranged earlier in the evening

He realized.

Everything had been intentional.

Meghana sat first

Tucking her feet beneath her to one side, leaving just enough space for him beside her.

When he sat down, the closeness was immediate, thighs brushing, shoulders nearly touching.

The glow from the floor lamp nearby was warm, amber, casting her skin in honeyed tones.

She turned toward him slightly

One knee pressing lightly against his thigh.



- o -

[shailu4ever]

Her eyes met his.

And then, slowly, softly

She reached for his hand again.

This time with both of hers.

Her touch wasn’t playful now.

It was grounding.

As though she was pulling him fully into this moment, this space.

“I wasn’t sure,” she said, her voice just above a whisper. “If it would feel right, tonight.”

“And now?” he asked gently.

She paused.

Her eyes flickered to his lips

Then back to his eyes. “Now it feels like the most right I’ve ever felt.”

He nodded, his thumb gently brushing over the back of her hand.

“Meghana…” he began, his voice thick.

She didn’t let him finish.

She leaned in slowly, not to kiss him right away, but to rest her head softly against his shoulder again.

This time, his arm moved around her instinctively

Drawing her closer.

The warmth of her pressed against his side,

The scent of jasmine from her hair rising again

Mingling with the faint spice of the dinner still lingering in the air.



- o -

[shailu4ever]

“You always make me feel,” she murmured, “like the world outside doesn’t exist.”


He smiled faintly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

They sat like that for long, stretched minutes

Her fingers drawing circles lazily on his chest now

His hand resting at the small of her back.

And then, with a shift barely perceptible

Meghana moved again

Her head lifting from his shoulder

Her fingers gliding up his shirt, trailing along his collar.

She leaned forward, her saree rustling softly as she came closer, and kissed him again.

This kiss was different from the ones before.

It was fuller.

Hungrier.

Not rushed, but uninhibited now

Shaped by all the longing they’d bottled up over days apart.

Her hands slipped behind his neck

Drawing him in

He responded with equal fervor

His lips parting, exploring hers slowly, reverently.

The couch creaked faintly beneath their shifting bodies, but neither noticed.

Her hand moved to his chest

Fingers tracing the shape of his heartbeat.

He was warm, steady, yet trembling faintly where her touch lingered.





- o -

[shailu4ever]

“I wanted this,” she whispered breathlessly between kisses. “For so long…”


He touched her cheek, smoothing back a lock of hair. “You’re… breathtaking.”

She smiled, not from flattery, but from a place of quiet certainty.

Her fingers tugged at his shirt lightly, then slid beneath,

Her palm resting flat against his skin.

The feeling was electric, but her gaze stayed locked on his.

“Abhi,” she whispered. “No holding back… remember?”

He kissed her again, slower now, then drew back just enough to rest his forehead against hers.

“I remember.”

And there, on the couch, under the soft glow of the lamp and the weight of every unspoken desire between them

They let the moment stretch into something deeper. Not just touch. Not just heat.

But connection.

Real, raw, and entirely theirs.

The kiss broke again, not from hesitation, but from breathlessness.

Their foreheads rested together, eyes closed. The room was still, but their hearts weren’t.

Meghana’s voice came soft, threaded with heat and truth. “I don’t want to stop tonight.”

Abhi’s thumb gently stroked her jaw. “Then we don’t have to.”

The air between them thickened, charged not with haste

But with an aching desire to experience one another with no barriers left.

Meghana stood, slowly pulling him up with her.

Their hands stayed locked.

No words.

Just a silent current guiding them.

Her saree whispered across the floor as she led him past the living room

Past the soft gleam of the dining table still littered with candle stubs and memories.

Into her bedroom, already prepared, waiting.

The bed-sheets were smooth, the curtains drawn,

The quiet of night settling like a hush in the corners of the space.




-- oOo --

[shailu4ever]

Friday Night – Meghana's Bedroom 


The Jasmine-Scented Room

The moment Abhi stepped into her bedroom, time stilled.

The lights were dimmed low

A warm golden hue spilling from the corner floor lamp.

The air carried the unmistakable fragrance of fresh jasmine - “malle puvvulu” - woven into thick garlands.

Jasmin flowers were scattered across the sheets in delicate constellations.

Some strands framed the headboard

While others had been lovingly placed across the white bed-sheet like blessings from the moonlight.

The room felt sacred - like a temple of affection she had quietly built for them.

Meghana turned slowly to face him.

Her jasmine-garlanded braid fell gently over one shoulder

The soft scent surrounding her like an aura.

He didn’t speak. Couldn’t. He was too full.

Meghana smiled.

A slow, molten curve on her glossy lips.

She stepped toward him, the sound of her anklets barely audible over the soft thud of his heartbeat.

“I wanted it to be special,” she whispered.

“It already is,” Abhi said, his voice low, thick.

“You…”  He couldn't finish.

She reached up, her fingers brushing his jaw with reverence.

“Don’t say anything,” she murmured. “Tonight... just feel.”


He nodded slowly.



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[shailu4ever]

She took his hand and walked him toward the bed.


Each step over the flower-strewn path felt like walking into a dream stitched with silk and longing.

She made him sit at the edge of the bed, then knelt in front of him and gently removed his footwear

One after the other,  her fingertips grazing his ankles with the grace of a ritual.

Then she sat beside him.

Not rushed.

Not urgent.

Just presence.

Breathing him in.

Abhi turned slightly to face her, his eyes drinking in the way her skin glowed in the golden light,

The way her saree shimmered faintly as she moved.

The jasmine tucked behind her ear made her look achingly beautiful, timeless.

“You did all this for me?” he asked finally, voice barely above a whisper.

She didn’t answer right away.

Instead, she leaned closer and gently placed a jasmine flower in his palm.

“I did this for us,” she said. “Because tonight... matters.”

Abhi lifted the flower to his nose, inhaling its fragrance.

But it was the closeness of her

Her thigh brushing against his, her perfume mingling with the jasmine

That overwhelmed him more.

Slowly, Meghana leaned into him, her lips grazing his cheek, then lower, just by the corner of his mouth. A breath. A pause.

“I’m not afraid anymore,” she whispered.

He turned toward her, and their lips met, not hurried, not bold at first.

Just a kiss full of knowing, of weight, of promises finally allowed to breathe.


Their hands found each other’s faces, shoulders, waists, exploring with reverence rather than hunger.




- o -




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[Yash121]

Tonight with meghna...make their intercourse long..

[shailu4ever]

Tonight with  meghna...make their intercourse long..

Hi Yash121

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[shailu4ever]

And the jasmine


Its petals crushed lightly beneath their shifting bodies

Released even more fragrance into the air, like it was blessing them.

Abhi’s heart hammered against his ribs,

Mirroring the erratic beat of the jasmine scented air hanging heavy in Meghana’s bedroom.

The soft glow from the flickering lamp cast long, alluring shadows across her

Transforming the familiar lines of her form into something breathtakingly exotic.

He took a hesitant step forward, drawn in by the vibrant cascade of wine-red silk saree that flowed down from her shoulders,

Pooling like liquid rubies around her sculpted calves.

"Meghana," he breathed, his voice barely a rasp.

She smiled then, a slow curve of her lips that promised things unspoken, dangerous and delicious.

Tentatively, he reached out, his fingertips ghosting over the smooth expanse of her back.

The fabric shifted with an almost liquid grace beneath his hand, cool and surprisingly light against his palm.  

He drew a slow breath, wanting to memorize every detail of this sight before it surrendered to touch.

"It's beautiful," he murmured, tracing the delicate fall of the saree’s pleats down her leg.

He paused, unsure how to proceed, then finally allowed his fingers to gently pull back the fabric at the waistline.

Her breath hitched as he moved, and Abhi felt a thrill course through him, hot and urgent.

He brushed his thumb gently over the delicate line of her collarbone, then finally,

With a reverence born from wanting to preserve this moment forever, He slipped one hand under the silken fabric of the saree,

He slowly pulled her pallu from her shoulder.  

He had beed dreaming of this, removing saree from her.


Her saree slipped from her shoulder.  



- o -



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[shailu4ever]

The scent of jasmine
 

Mingled with something even more intoxicating,  Meghana's own sweet skin, warm and inviting beneath his touch.

He lingered there for a moment, savoring the feel of her silk saree dbangd in his hand

Before his other hand moved to cup the smooth curve of her shoulder.

With a tenderness he hadn't expected from this night's intensity

He began to gently undo the delicate clasp holding her blouse in place.

As the fabric fell away, revealing the sculpted lines of her shoulders and the tantalizing glimpse of the bra beneath,

Abhi’s gaze lingered on the way her skin glowed under the lamplight.

He wanted to trace the path of her collarbone down to where it dipped into the soft swell of her breasts

To lose himself in the landscape revealed beneath the sheer silk of her blouse.

The fabric pooled around Meghana's hips like liquid wine as Abhi gently lifted the silken dbang from her shoulders.

She leaned into his touch, a silent invitation that sent shivers down his spine.

The scent of jasmine intensified

Mingling with something more primal

Her own skin scent

Warm and sweet like honeyed nectar.



He hesitated only for a heartbeat

Before he reached up

To cup one of her breasts over the smooth silk of her blouse.

It was firm beneath his palm




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