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

[shailu4ever]

She shivered beneath him


Her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, urging him on.


His lips moved lower

Kissing along her ribs, the soft swell of her stomach, before he reached her navel.

He paused, just for a moment, gazing at her as if savoring the beauty of her body.

She looked down at him, her breathing shallow,

Her breasts rising and falling in time with her racing heart.

“Abhi…” Her voice was barely a whisper, full of longing and anticipation.


She could feel the wetness between her legs,

Her pussy is ready for him

The ache growing with every second that passed.

She needed him, needed to feel him inside her,

To feel connected in a way words couldn’t describe.

He met her gaze, his eyes filled with fire

And without another word,

He moved between her legs, gently parting them with his own.

He positioned himself above her

Their bodies just barely brushing,

The heat of him making her body tremble.

He parted her pussy lips with his fingers and positioned his cock on her clit

He leaned down to kiss her,

His lips soft and tender before pulling away again, his gaze intense.


“Ready?” he asked, his voice thick with need.



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[shailu4ever]

She nodded, her hands tracing his jaw


Pulling him closer.


“Yes. Please. Don't you see, how my pussy is waiting for you”

And with that, he lowered himself onto her,

Entering his cock stretching into her pussy slowly, deliberately.  

It is still going tightly

The sensation of him filling her sending a shockwave of pleasure through her body.

She gasped as he stretched her again,

The feeling of his dick so deep,

So thick and

So long... That it made her dizzy.



He moved with care

His body pressing against hers

But each slow thrust brought them closer

Making the ache inside her build.

She met him with every movement,

Her body moving in time with his,

As if they were creating a rhythm that was uniquely theirs.

He is taking his cock almost completely from her pussy.....

Just before it is about come out, he is pushing inside very hard



Each of his thrusts making impact way inside her pussy.




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[shailu4ever]

The feeling of him, so close, so connected



Made her forget everything, time, space, the world outside the room.

It was just them. Only them.

Her body trembled beneath him as he increased the pace

His thrusts growing deeper, faster

The friction between them sending her into a spiraling pleasure that left her breathless.

He continued his movement, changing every few minutes.  

She clung to him, her nails digging into his back, urging him on.

“Abhi, don’t stop,” she begged,

Her voice breaking.

He groaned against her, his movements now frantic, as if he, too, were losing control.

His name left her lips in a gasp,

And he kissed her again, fiercely, as though he could never get enough of her.

The world outside faded away.

There was no more hesitation, no more uncertainty.

Just the two of them, their bodies moving together,

Creating a connection that was raw, powerful, and beautiful.

They both reached the edge at the same time,

Their breaths mingling, their bodies trembling with release.

Abhi collapsed beside her on the couch, pulling her into his arms, both of them panting, their hearts still racing.


He pressed a kiss to her forehead, his hand running gently through her hair.

“I can’t believe this is real,” he murmured, his voice low and content.

Meghana smiled, snuggling closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body against hers.


“It’s so real,” she whispered back. “And it’s ours.”




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[cobain7799]

Hi All,

I need your help.  

I received a very good suggestion to compare the characters with heroines.  

Which would in turn help you all visualize the character and sequences in more realistic way.  

You all know Varnika, Madhavi and Meghana. 

I want you to suggest some heroines with their pictures.  

I really appreciate your suggestions in this matter.  Please help me finalize this.


-- Shailu

Hi Shallu,
You are creating your own masterpiece. Think twice before giving a known face to them. They are Varmika, Madhavi and Meghana. Your beautiful description triggers off imagination in reader's mind, and sky is the limit.
Cheers.

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[shailu4ever]

Hi cobain7799


That’s such a thoughtful message,  thank you so much! ?

I completely agree with you, and honestly, I usually think the same way.

Not sure how I missed that part this time, so thank you for reminding me!

You’re absolutely right, there’s something really powerful about letting readers imagine and shape the characters in their own maind for themselves.

Varnika, Madhavi, Meghana and whoever it may come in the future, it will be very powerful, if we let the readers scetch and build their imagination.

I love that you felt that connection with Varnika, Madhavi, and Meghana.

It means a lot to know they came alive through the descriptions.

Thanks again for reading and for taking the time to share your thoughts, it truly keeps me inspired!

As I said alreday, I am totally new to this writing, so I really need this kind of suggestions, from derailing.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Abhi’s body remained flush against hers


As the intensity of their release faded into quiet, shared breaths.

His lips trailed down her neck,

Leaving a trail of soft, lingering kisses,

as if he couldn’t get enough of the feel of her skin beneath him,

The way she sighed at the faintest touch.

Her fingers found their way into his hair,

Still damp with sweat from their passionate movements.

She pulled him closer, as if unwilling to let the moment slip away,

Her own heartbeat still pounding in her chest.

She gazed up at him, eyes full of wonder,

And in that gaze, Abhi saw something raw and real, something he couldn’t quite name.

He cupped her cheek gently,

His thumb brushing over her flushed skin, and she leaned into his touch, closing her eyes.

There was a quiet, almost sacred, stillness between them,

The kind that only comes after two souls collide.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

His words were not just about her body, but about her, the way she made him feel,


The way she had opened him up, leaving him vulnerable but more alive than he had ever been.



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[shailu4ever]

She smiled softly

Her eyes glimmering as she looked at him. "I never thought it could feel like this."

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips

Tender and lingering. “It’s real. All of this. You and me.”

Her heart skipped at the words, the quiet confirmation of what she already knew.

She couldn’t explain it in any other way, but this was different.

With him, everything felt like it was finally falling into place.

For a moment, they simply stayed like that, tangled together, breathing in sync.

The rush of the world outside seemed to be muted,

As if they had created a small universe of their own.

His lips brushed the curve of her ear,

Snd she let out a soft laugh, a sound that filled the quiet room.

“Stay with me,” she whispered, pulling him closer.

He rested his forehead against hers

His hand tracing circles on her arm. “Always.”

The words hung in the air, thick with meaning.

No matter what happened, no matter where life would take them,

This moment would be etched into both of their memories.

Their connection was deeper than just skin

It was something more than they could have ever expected.

And as they lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world seemed to disappear.

There was no need for more words, no need for anything except the warmth of their bodies,

The tenderness in their touches, and the promise that this, whatever it was, was more than just a fleeting moment



It was something they had both been searching for.

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[shailu4ever]

Saturday Evening – The Return Message


Abhi was still at Meghana’s apartment.

The sky had turned a rich indigo outside the living room window,

And the soft yellow light of the lamps inside created a cocoon of intimacy.

They were quiet, both dressed now,

Lounging on the couch with two cups of herbal tea

Fingers occasionally brushing.

The sound of Meghana’s phone vibrating broke the stillness.

She picked it up from the coffee table.

It was a message. From Varnika.


Varnika:
Hi akka. I hope you’re doing okay. I wanted to let you know… I’ll be coming back tomorrow morning.
I feel better now. Clearer.
And I think I’m ready to talk.


Meghana’s breath caught slightly. She stared at the screen for a moment before gently passing it to Abhi.

He read it slowly. Then looked at Meghana. There was no smile

Just a quiet tightening in his chest.

“She’s coming back,” Meghana said softly.

“She said she’s feeling better,” Abhi murmured. “That’s… a good thing.”

Meghana set the phone down and leaned forward, her elbows on her knees, her fingers laced.

“She’s brave,” she whispered. “To come back like this.”

Abhi nodded. “She didn’t have to. But she chose to.”

There was a long pause.

Then Meghana glanced at him, her voice lower now. “What are you feeling, Abhi?”

He met her gaze. Honest. Open. 

“A little afraid. A little relieved. But mostly… I’m hoping we haven’t lost her.”


Meghana looked down at her hands. 

“We won’t. But we might not get her back in the same way.”


Abhi sat closer and placed a hand over hers. 

“Maybe this is where the real honesty begins.”

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[cobain7799]

Saturday Evening – The Return Message
Hi shailu,
Thank you so much for providing regular updates in spite of your busy schedule. The story is blowing like gentle breeze. What you are describing is not "having sex", it is gentle 'love making". Hard to believe this is your first story. Lovely write up. Keep it up.
Cheers

Abhi was still at Meghana’s apartment.

The sky had turned a rich indigo outside the living room window,

And the soft yellow light of the lamps inside created a cocoon of intimacy.

They were quiet, both dressed now,

Lounging on the couch with two cups of herbal tea

Fingers occasionally brushing.

The sound of Meghana’s phone vibrating broke the stillness.

She picked it up from the coffee table.

It was a message. From Varnika.


Varnika:
Hi akka. I hope you’re doing okay. I wanted to let you know… I’ll be coming back tomorrow morning.
I feel better now. Clearer.
And I think I’m ready to talk.


Meghana’s breath caught slightly. She stared at the screen for a moment before gently passing it to Abhi.

He read it slowly. Then looked at Meghana. There was no smile

Just a quiet tightening in his chest.

“She’s coming back,” Meghana said softly.

“She said she’s feeling better,” Abhi murmured. “That’s… a good thing.”

Meghana set the phone down and leaned forward, her elbows on her knees, her fingers laced.

“She’s brave,” she whispered. “To come back like this.”

Abhi nodded. “She didn’t have to. But she chose to.”

There was a long pause.

Then Meghana glanced at him, her voice lower now. “What are you feeling, Abhi?”

He met her gaze. Honest. Open. 

“A little afraid. A little relieved. But mostly… I’m hoping we haven’t lost her.”


Meghana looked down at her hands. 

“We won’t. But we might not get her back in the same way.”


Abhi sat closer and placed a hand over hers. 

“Maybe this is where the real honesty begins.”

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[shailu4ever]

Hi cobain7799,

Thank you so much for your kind and encouraging words.

They truly mean a lot to me.

I'm really glad you're enjoying the story and the way it’s unfolding.

Your description of it as a "gentle breeze" and “love making” rather than anything crude is exactly the tone I was hoping to strike, so it's very reassuring to know it's being received that way.

As a writer, I would always prefer to explore true romance; emotional, layered, and real, rather than rush into short, surface-level depictions of sex.

For me, it’s the quiet moments, the glances, the unsaid things, that make a story feel alive.

It is my first attempt at writing and this is my first story, but with thoughtful readers like you, I feel more inspired to keep going.

I truly appreciate your support all the way.

Warm regards,
-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Sunday Morning – The Return on Her Terms


Abhi had just finished making his second cup of coffee when his phone buzzed.

Varnika:

Hey. Just letting you know I’m back in Hyderabad. I reached early this morning. Will drop by later.

Just that. No emojis. No hesitation. Just simple, direct,  Varnika’s style when she meant business.


Abhi stared at the message for a few seconds, his mind immediately layering every possible emotion onto it.

He replied:

Welcome back. Let me know when you’re free.

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Flat 403 – Later That Morning

Meghana opened the door to see her sister standing confidently in a cool indigo kurti and denim jacket,

Sunglasses still perched on her head.

She looked radiant, not from makeup, but from a calm decision already made inside her.

She stepped in with a smile, kicked off her sneakers, and said,

“So… how’s Hyderabad? Still hot and full of drama?”

Meghana blinked. “Varnika… hi.”

“No hug?” Varnika teased. “You’re supposed to act like you missed me.”

“I did,” Meghana said, stepping forward and pulling her into a long, meaningful hug.

After a moment, Varnika whispered just near her ear,

“You don’t need to explain anything, akka. You owe me nothing. I knew what I was encouraging. And I meant it.”

Meghana pulled back, her eyes slightly glistening. “You really sure about this?”

“No,” Varnika said with a small smirk. “But when did being sure stop me?”

They both laughed, a real, shared laugh, for the first time in days.



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[shailu4ever]

Sunday Late Morning in 202



It was late morning.

Sunlight fell in bright squares across the tiled floor of 202.

Sandeep, in his weekend shorts, was crouched near the open cabinet, trying to findout something.

Madhavi leaned against the wall, sipping coffee from her steel tumbler,

While Abhi just stepped in and sat near the open balcony door, flipping through messages on his phone.


“I’m calling Vinay and Shruti, for dinner tonight” Sandeep said suddenly.

“They’re new in the building, but Vinay’s cool. Met him twice in the lift.”

“He said they’re free today evening.” He said walking towards the bedroom.


Madhavi’s eyebrows lifted.

“Ohh,” she said, turning slightly toward Abhi, voice sing-song. “You haven’t met Shruti yet, have you?”

Abhi looked up, curious. “No, who’s she?”

Madhavi walked closer, swirling the coffee in her tumbler like she was about to reveal a secret.

“She’s... dangerous,” she said with a wink.

“Very pretty. Perfect North Indian, long hair, always smiling—and a little too friendly for her own good.”

Abhi smiled. “Sounds like a lot.”

“More than you can handle,” she added, 

Casually walking past him and brushing his arm as she passed. “But fun to watch you try.”

He looked at her, amused. “Try what?”

She turned, hand on hip, lips curled into that wicked little smirk she wore when she was in the mood to play.

“Try to impress her, obviously,” she said.


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“Don’t act modest now. She’s the kind who’ll sit next to you and touch your arm every three minutes without realizing.”



Abhi laughed. “And you’re just going to let that happen?”

Madhavi walked back toward him slowly. “Of course,” she said. “She’s not mine. And you’re not mine either. So technically...”

She leaned forward slightly, voice dropping into something quieter.

“I can even help you make her like you.”

Abhi blinked. “Help me?”

Madhavi nodded, sipping her coffee again, now standing very close.

“You’re decent-looking. Polite. Reserved. She likes the flirty types though.”

“Confident, cheeky. Like me,” she said, smiling at her own joke.

Abhi gave her a look. “And what’s your role in this plan?”

“I’ll talk to her,” she said simply. “Tell her you’re single. Smart. Secretly naughty. She’ll get curious.”

She took one more step forward.

“Then I’ll step away. Let her sit closer. See what happens.”

Abhi tilted his head, smiling now. “You enjoy this too much.”

Madhavi’s eyes sparkled. “I enjoy watching you squirm.”

She walked past him again,

This time letting her fingers graze the back of his neck before she went to rinse her tumbler in the kitchen.

Sandeep, from across the room, called out, “So what snacks do we have for evening?”

Madhavi answered without turning back. “We’ll have something hot. And spicy. And maybe a little dangerous.”

Her voice was light, but Abhi caught the double meaning.

She was already walking away.



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[shailu4ever]

Sunday, Late Morning - Still in 202


“I’ll be back in fifteen,” Sandeep said, slipping on his sandals. 

“Going to grab some chips, soda, maybe a few soft drinks from that new mini-mart.”

Madhavi looked up from the kitchen counter, where she was checking the spice tin.

“Don’t take twenty, ha. Lunch time.”

Sandeep laughed and waved.

The front door clicked shut.

For a few seconds, the apartment was silent.

Still.

And then Abhi moved.

He rose from the chair, slow and deliberate, and walked toward the kitchen. 

Madhavi sensed him before she heard his steps. 

She was rinsing veggies at the sink when his arms slid around her waist from behind.

“Hmm,” she murmured, not resisting. “So suddenly affectionate?”

“You,” Abhi said softly, leaning in close to her ear, “shouldn't have said all that about Shruti.”

“Why not?” she whispered, her voice playful, as the water continued to run.

“Because now… I want to know more.”

He kissed the edge of her jaw, his lips warm against her skin.

She turned slightly, letting her back press into him.

“More?” she teased. “Curious already?”

Abhi’s hands moved around her waist, pulling her closer as he pressed another kiss to her neck, slower this time.

“Tell me what she looks like,” he whispered, his breath trailing down her skin.

Madhavi tilted her head, eyes half-closed. “Mmm… okay. Very fair. Glowing skin. Big eyes. She laughs a lot. Long, thick hair. She’s the kind that sits close, but never makes you sure if she means it.”

She could feel his stiffness hard against her back…

Abhi turned her toward him. The water kept running.

“I’m getting hotter just hearing you describe her,” he said with a grin.

 “I could feel that…,” she murmured. Letting her hand cup his stiffness on top of his shorts

“She’s bold. But not easy. You’ll chase her even if you don’t want to.”



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[shailu4ever]

Abhi (pressing his forehead to hers, softly):
“Are you really okay with me… getting closer to someone like Shruti?”



Madhavi (smiling, her fingers running along his jaw):
“Abhi… I’m not the kind of woman who worries about what someone else gets.”


Abhi (quietly):
“Then what do you care about?”


Madhavi (in a low, warm whisper):
“I only look at what I’ve already got. And I already got you. In a way only I understand.”
(pauses, her smile softening)
“So if you find more… if that makes you happy… I’m glad. I love you in a way that wants to see you get whatever you like. And get them, too.”


Abhi (his hands around her waist, his voice low near her ear):
“Madhavi… are you really okay with this? With Shruti coming over? I mean… after what happened between us... we crossed a line.”


Madhavi (smiling softly, but not dismissing it):
“Yes, we did. And I don’t regret a moment of it.”
(she turns in his arms, eyes steady)
“But that doesn't mean I want to put you in a box.”


Abhi:
“It just feels strange. You held me so close that night, and today you’re introducing me to another woman like you’re... setting me free.”


Madhavi (quietly, with emotion behind her words):
“I’m not setting you free, Abhi. You were never mine to keep caged. That’s not what love is for me.”
(she brushes her fingers across his cheek)
“You don’t belong to me. And I don’t want you to.”


Abhi (softly):
“Then why... why do you care so much?”


Madhavi (her voice dropping, serious now):
“Because I care about you. I care about what you feel, what you chase, what excites you. I’m not interested in owning your heart, Abhi. I want to know it. I want to see it full.”

(she pauses, stepping just a little closer, locking eyes)

“I don’t look at what someone else might get from you. I look at what I’ve already got—and what we’ve shared. And that’s enough for me to stand here, today, happy. Content.”


Abhi (gently, but struggling):
“You’re not scared I’ll… drift?”


Madhavi (smiling, a bit of pride in her tone):
“No. Because I know you’ll always remember who stood with you when no one else did. Who listened to your silences, not just your words. Who never asked to be your everything, but ended up being the first person you reach for.”

(she rests her forehead against his)

“I’m not fragile, Abhi. I’m not made of glass. I’m made of all the quiet strength you lean on. And if I see someone like Shruti catching your eye… I won’t pull you back. I’ll ask you—do you want her? And if you do… I’ll help you get her.”


Abhi (barely a whisper):
“Why?”


Madhavi (eyes shimmering):
“Because I love you in a way that has nothing to do with keeping you. I love you in a way that wants you to have everything you desire, even if it’s not me all the time. And if she makes your smile a little wider… that makes me happy too.”

(she pauses, brushing his lips lightly with her thumb)

“That night was ours. It will always be. But today? Today I want to see what makes you come alive again.”



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[shailu4ever]

He kissed her.


Deep, slow, almost reverent at first, until she responded.

Her fingers gripped his shirt at the waist.

Abhi’s hands moved up her back, pulling her tighter into him.

The sounds outside faded.

She broke the kiss for a second,

Catching her breath. “You think you can handle her?”

Abhi kissed her again, this time harder.

“Only if you promise to keep watching.”

Madhavi laughed softly into his mouth. “Oh, I’ll watch.”

They kissed again.

Her back pressed lightly into the kitchen counter,

His hands now tracing her curves through the soft cotton of her kurti.

She whispered between kisses

“She wears short kurtis sometimes. Anklets. Always smiling.

She’ll sit close. Maybe even brush your arm while laughing.”

Abhi growled low in his throat,

Kissing her harder. “Madhavi…”

She pulled back just a little.

“You like that I’m feeding you fantasies about another woman?”





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[shailu4ever]

He nodded, breathless.


“Yes, because it's coming from you.”

Her eyes locked with his, lips swollen, breath uneven.

“Then I’ll tell her you're the kind who likes slow burns. Quiet tension. She’ll be intrigued.”

“I already am,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss her neck again.

But then

The sound of the elevator doors opening outside.

They froze.

Footsteps.

A bag rustled.

Madhavi smiled wickedly, wiping her mouth quickly with her dupatta. “Saved by chips.”

Abhi stepped back, breath still uneven, adjusting his shirt.

She turned off the tap,

Leaned toward him one last time, and whispered:

“Behave tonight. Or don’t. Let’s see if Shruti notices.”

The door opened.

Sandeep stepped in with two bags in hand.

“Got some masala chips, Diet Coke, and your favorite jaljeera.”

Abhi was already sitting on the sofa,

Pretending to browse something on his phone.

Madhavi was humming, sliding the coriander into a bowl.

The kitchen smelled of herbs.

But the air between them still carried the weight of everything unsaid.

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[shailu4ever]

Sunday Afternoon, Abhi’s Apartment – “The Echo of Her Words”


Abhi closed his apartment door slowly, letting the soft click settle into the silence.

The familiar smell of detergent and fresh cotton hung in the air.

The sun had shifted toward the west now, slanting in golden rays across the tiled floor.

Dust danced in the light. Everything was quiet, but inside him, nothing was.

He walked toward the wardrobe, 

Pulling out a fresh navy T-shirt and jeans, laying them on the bed.

But he didn’t change right away.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor.

Her words were still echoing.

“I don’t look at what someone else might get from you. I look at what I’ve already got.”

That line had cut through him, not with pain, but with a kind of awe.

How could someone give without clutching?

How could someone love without asking to be loved back in the same way?

He rested his head in his hands for a moment. Closed his eyes.

“You’ll always remember who stood with you when no one else did.”

He would.

He already did.

Madhavi wasn’t just beautiful.

She was strength wrapped in softness.

A shelter with fire inside it.

She didn’t try to bind him with rules or guilt.

She let him breathe.

She even let him desire others, without letting it make her smaller.

It humbled him.

It aroused him.

It made him want to be someone better.

Someone worth that kind of grace.

He looked up at the mirror, finally rising to change.

As he slipped the T-shirt over his head

He caught his own reflection, eyes a little distant,

Lips curved in something between a smile and a sigh.

She wasn’t his.

He wasn’t hers.

But in some invisible thread, maybe they belonged to each other in a way no label could name.

He ran a hand through his hair, straightened his collar, and let out a slow breath.

“Let’s see what this evening brings.”

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[shailu4ever]

Later that afternoon – Outside Flat 203



Varnika stood outside Abhi’s door.

Her heart fluttered once, but she didn’t let it linger.

She knocked.

The door opened, and there he was. A bit surprised. Coffee mug still in his hand.

“Hey,” he said, carefully.

“Hey,” she replied. “No, I’m not here to cry. Or blame. Or be awkward.”

“Then… what are you here for?” he asked, half-smiling.

“To prove to myself that I can stand in this apartment, in front of you, without turning into a confused mess.”

He stepped aside wordlessly and let her in.

She looked around.

It was clean.

A little too clean. “You cleaned up. Were you expecting me?”

He laughed. “I clean every Saturday.”

“Oh right,” she said,

Wandering in slowly. “Mr. Disciplined.”

There was a moment of pause.

Then she turned and faced him.

“I meant what I said earlier,” she said seriously.

“You and Meghana… I knew what indoor yoga meant. I even encouraged it. I was just… not prepared to see how deep it became.”

“I’m sorry you saw us like that,” Abhi said quietly.

“No,” she interrupted, holding up a finger.

“Don’t be. If anything… it reminded me that what you both have is real. It’s not some silly game or casual tension. It’s grown into something meaningful. That matters.”

Abhi nodded slowly. “And where does that leave us?”

Varnika walked closer and looked up at him, just for a beat longer than necessary.

“That depends,” she said with a small smile.

“Do I still get a scooty ride once in a while? Or is that off-limits now?”


He grinned, something easing inside him.

“You’ll always have your seat. Back hugs and all.”

“Hmm,” she teased, brushing past him to the window.

“As long as you don’t dip the front wheel into potholes just to feel my chest.”

Abhi choked on air. “You still think I did that on purpose?”

“Oh, I know you did.” Her eyes sparkled now. “But hey… I didn’t say I minded.”



They both burst into a soft, warm laugh.

The tension had cracked.

The simmering fire had cooled,

Not extinguished,

But tempered into something she could live with.

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[readersp]

Simply amazing!!!