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

[shailu4ever]

Shruti bit her lower lip for a second. 


Then said, “She’s brave.”

“She’s the strongest person I know.”

Shruti didn’t say anything more.

But something in her changed.

She stopped leaning in, just for that moment.

Her tone softened.

“I don’t know what’s going on here. I just know I like the way it feels. This whole evening… it’s warm. It’s rare.”

Abhi nodded. “Yeah. It is.”

Through the glass door, he saw Madhavi step back in from the balcony.

She glanced once toward them.

Their eyes met for only a second.

Then she looked away, not with hesitation, but with calm, quiet permission.

As if to say,

“Whatever this becomes… I trust you.”

Abhi felt it.

Deep. Humbling. Centering.

Shruti leaned closer again.

“Wanna help me choose the pizza toppings?”

He nodded. “Sure.”

But even as he stood beside her, pointing to options on her phone screen,

His heart remained split, drawn toward this bright,

New spark beside him…  …and the steady,

Unwavering flame in the woman who had already seen his soul and never flinched.

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After the Guests Leave – “The First Moment Alone”


It was just past 8:30 PM.

The echo of laughter still lingered in the walls.

The empty glasses and used paper plates sat forgotten on the side table.

Shruti and Vinay had just left with cheerful goodbyes, and Sandeep was heading out to drop them till the gate.

The moment the main door closed behind him…

Silence.

Soft. Heavy. Immediate.

Abhi was still standing near the shelf, turning off the Bluetooth speaker.

Madhavi was at the kitchen counter, stacking a few glasses.

She didn’t look at him.

She didn’t have to.

He was already moving.

In three quiet steps, he was behind her.

She felt him, before she heard or saw anything.

The shift in the air.

The way his presence pressed in, close.

And then...

His arms wrapped around her waist.

Her breath caught just as he pulled her gently around, turning her to face him.



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No words.


No warning.

His mouth found hers.


Deep. Urgent. Quietly desperate.

The kiss was full of all the things he hadn’t been able to say the whole evening.

Of the way her glances steadied him.

Of the way her calm had made space for everything that unfolded tonight.

Her hands came up slowly, fingertips grazing his jaw,

Holding him with the same softness and certainty that had always lived between them.

She kissed him back, not as a question, but as a fact. 

Like something known. 

Something theirs.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against hers.

Their breaths mingled in the warm kitchen air.

“I missed you,” he whispered. “All evening.”

Madhavi’s eyes flickered open, soft and amused. “I was in the same room.”

“I know,” he murmured. “That’s what made it harder.”

She smiled faintly, brushing her thumb against his lips.

“You were… incredible tonight,” he said, voice low.

“The way you made space for Shruti. The way you didn’t flinch. The way you knew exactly what I needed before I did.”

She looked at him, expression calm. “You needed lightness. Curiosity. Distraction.”

“And you.” he added softly. “I still need you. No matter who else is around.”

Her smile deepened, but it didn’t reach her eyes this time.

“I know,” she whispered.

He kissed her again, softer this time, slow. With reverence.

His hand resting on the side of her neck, thumb grazing behind her ear.

When they parted again, he asked, “Are you okay?”

Madhavi looked at him fully now. “Yes. I’m exactly where I want to be.”

She touched his chest lightly, right over his heartbeat.

“And so are you.”

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[shailu4ever]

Before the Door Opens


They were still close,

Abhi’s hand resting on her waist,

Their breaths quiet and steady,

When the sound of footsteps echoed just outside.

Sandeep’s voice, faint but clear:

“Gate security asked me about a courier. Can you believe that?”

Madhavi’s eyes flicked to the door.

Abhi stepped back instantly, as if by instinct.

They didn’t panic, but the spell was broken.

She straightened the dupatta over her shoulder.

He ran a hand through his hair once, quietly, and took two steps toward the door.

She looked at him, calm, composed.

He gave her a small smile.

“Good night, Madhavi.”

Her reply was soft, just above a whisper. “Good night, Abhi.”

A moment.

Then the door opened.

Sandeep entered with a small grocery bag, chuckling. “They had no idea who the courier was for.”

Abhi nodded with a polite smile. “Alright, I’ll get going. It was fun.”

Sandeep grinned. “Come over anytime.”

Madhavi just gave him a gentle glance as he stepped out.

And the door closed again.

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[shailu4ever]

Late Night Text Conversation – “Between Our Neighbors”


Madhavi:
Are you still awake?


Abhi:
Only because something’s still missing.


Madhavi:
Hmm. Missing… or still lingering?


Abhi:
Both.
Something about tonight isn’t done yet.
You’re still in the air.


Madhavi:
I felt it too. Like you left the room, but not my skin.


Abhi:
You made me burn tonight, standing so close, saying nothing.


Madhavi:
And yet… I said everything.


Abhi:
You did. With your silences. With that smile you gave when Shruti sat next to me.


Madhavi:
Did you want me to be jealous?


Abhi:
No. I wanted to look at you and know you were still mine, even while the world watched.


Madhavi:
You didn’t have to look. I never moved away.


Abhi:
You moved deeper, Maddy.
There was a pause. Abhi stared at the screen, heart quietly thudding.
Then she replied.


Madhavi:
I know what this is for you.
It’s not just about attraction.
It’s hunger… for presence. 
For peace. 
For permission to be.



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Abhi:
You’re the only one who’s ever given me that.


Madhavi:
I want you to explore.
Flirt. Be wanted.
Let someone chase you for once.
But in all that... I hope you know who holds the roots.


Abhi:
You do.


Madhavi:
I never wanted to own you, Abhi. Just… anchor you.
So you don’t drift too far from yourself.


Abhi:
I don’t think I could.


Madhavi:
Tonight I watched you become someone else. Lighter. Smiling more. Teasing back.
That’s the version of you I always hoped you’d let out.


Abhi:
That version only comes out because I know someone has my back.


Madhavi:
Always.
Even if I’m across the room. Or not in it.


Abhi:
I wanted to kiss you every fifteen minutes tonight.


Madhavi:
You did once. That one… was worth ten.


Abhi:
It wasn’t enough.


Madhavi:
It was just enough to remind you what’s real.
A pause. A breath.


Abhi:
Are you okay… really? With all this?


Madhavi:
Yes, Abhi.
Because I don’t measure what someone else gets. I only see what I already have.
And I already have you.
Not in a way that people write on paper. But in a way that keeps me warm at 1:43 AM.


Abhi:
How are you this kind of woman?


Madhavi:
Because I’ve already lived through quiet heartbreaks. Now I only live for quiet truths.
Another pause.


Abhi:
I love the way you love me.


Madhavi:
Then love others with the same honesty.
I’ll never be far.


Abhi:
Good night, anchor.


Madhavi:
Good night, storm.
Rest well. You’ve got winds to carry tomorrow.
 

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Madhavi’s Inner World – “The Pole Star”


The phone screen dimmed beside her. Abhi’s last message still echoed in her chest.

“Good night, anchor.”

Madhavi lay on her side, her head resting lightly on her arm, eyes half-closed.

The fan above murmured in slow circles, but her thoughts moved faster, deeper.
There had been so many moments that evening where she had wanted to hold his hand in front of everyone.

Just to claim him for a second.

But that wasn’t who she was.

And more importantly—that wasn’t what he needed.

Abhi wasn’t hers.

He never had been.

And he never would be.

He was kind.

Too kind, even.

Soft in a way that attracted those who needed refuge.

Or wonder. Or a glimpse of something steady inside chaos.

He didn’t even realize it… but he was the kind of man women noticed.

Wanted. Tried for.

Tall, gentle, warm-eyed.

And innocent in ways most men had long buried.

Madhavi smiled faintly into the darkness.

He would eventually get married.

Maybe even fall in love deeply, more than once.

Some girl would catch him unguarded with her poetry.

Another with her fire.

And maybe one with a storm that matched his own.

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And it would happen.

Because life moves forward.

Because she wasn’t the woman he was supposed to end up with.

She was the woman who would stay behind.

Not in his past.

But in his gravity.

She wasn’t a cloud meant to drift with him.

She was his pole star.

Always there.

Never chasing.

Never blocking.

Just shining—so that even when he wandered, he knew how to come back to himself.

That was her place. The space she had quietly chosen.

“He doesn’t need to look over his shoulder for me,” she thought.

“He just needs to look up once in a while. I’ll be there.”

She didn’t want to make demands of him. Didn’t want to hold his heart in a box. She had his truth. That was enough.

And when the world grew heavy—when people let him down, or promises broke, or cities changed—

He would remember the one woman who never asked him to be anything more than himself.

That was love.

Not possession.

Not promises.

Just quiet permanence.

Madhavi turned off the bedside lamp.

The corridor was still.

His door was just steps away.

But her presence… lived deeper than proximity.

And in the stillness of that night, her love became something beyond touch.

It became home.

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[shailu4ever]

Monday Evening – The Dinner That Mends



Prelude: Varnika’s Message


The sun had just begun to dip, casting a golden haze over the city.

Abhi came back home and finished his quick shower.  

He came out of the bathrrom, fresh out of the shower in his flat

Towel around his shoulders, when his phone buzzed.

Varnika:

"So… want to try normal again? Let’s eat out tonight.
 
 The three of us. My treat. You’re not allowed to say no."

A pause. Then another message.

Varnika:
"Don’t make it awkward. I said what I said. I meant it. I’m trying to mean it again."


Abhi smiled, not in amusement, but in quiet admiration.

He read the message twice.

She was trying.

That was all that mattered.

He typed back slowly:

Abhi:
"I’ll rent a car. You’re not paying for anything. Pick you up at 7:30pm?"

The reply came instantly.

Varnika:
"Fine. But only if it’s something stylish. I want to pretend we’re in a movie tonight."

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Car Ride – Laughter in Transit


Abhi pulled up in his black Honda City, sleek and cool against the humid night.

Meghana and Varnika were already waiting outside, and as he saw them, he couldn’t help but feel the air around them shift, charged.

Meghana, in a lavender dress, was effortlessly graceful, like she moved in rhythm with the night.

Varnika, in an earthy green saree, was magnetic,

Her eyes locking with his in a way that made the space between them seem smaller, more intimate.

When Varnika slid into the back seat, she leaned forward, her body close enough that Abhi could feel the heat radiating off her.

Her eyes caught his in the rear-view mirror.

“Nice choice,” she murmured, brushing her hair back slowly, the motion delicate, but deliberate, as though she knew he was watching.

Abhi met her gaze, his smile barely concealing the intrigue behind it.

“Only because you made it clear this was a movie,” he teased, his voice low.

Varnika’s lips curled, the slightest hint of mischief in her eyes. 

“A movie? Oh, it’s definitely a movie. And I hope you’re ready for some... plot twists.”

Abhi’s grin deepened, his voice dropping a fraction lower. “I’m intrigued. You’re definitely the kind of character who keeps things... interesting.”

Varnika leaned in just a little closer, her breath brushing against the back of his neck. 

“You have no idea,” she whispered, her voice thick with promise.

Meghana slid into the passenger seat beside him, her presence quietly filling the space.

Her fingers grazed the console next to him, 

The touch soft and lingering, almost as if she was intentionally testing the boundaries between them.

It wasn’t casual, it was intimate, purposeful.

Varnika broke the tension, her voice low and suggestive.

“How do you feel about a little slow-burn, tension-filled romance?”

Abhi’s lips curved, the tease unmistakable.

“Tension-filled, huh? I’ve got a feeling you’ve been planning this."

Her gaze held his in the mirror, eyes glinting with something darker, something dangerous.

 “Maybe I have. But the question is—are you ready for the kind of chemistry I bring?”

“I’m ready,” Abhi said, his voice suddenly serious, intense, as he glanced at her through the mirror. “

But the real question is, are you ready for what I can bring?”

Varnika’s breath hitched for just a moment before her lips parted, her smile never leaving, but now it was more provocative.

“Oh, I’m ready,” she said, her voice smooth, as though savoring the words. “But are you ready for the kind of chemistry that burns?”

The air seemed to thicken with the unspoken charge between them. 

Then Varnika leaned back, breaking the intensity, her eyes playful. 

“This feels like one of those indie films,” she said, her voice light but still carrying an edge. “Complicated characters, unresolved tension...”

Abhi’s gaze shifted to her in the mirror, a slow smile tugging at his lips. “Complicated, definitely. Unresolved? Always.”

Her fingers played with the end of her saree, 

The delicate fabric slipping between her fingers in a way that made the space between them feel like it was closing in.

“Exactly,” she said, voice thickening slightly. “Except no one dies. Just... learns things. Over butter naan.”

Abhi’s laugh was low and teasing, but his eyes never left her, the heat between them palpable.

Meghana’s soft laugh joined in, but the warmth in the car,

The unspoken energy between the three of them, was almost electric.




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Dinner – Tasting the Moment


The restaurant was tucked away in a secluded corner of Hyderabad,

An intimate space adorned with soft golden lights that reflected off intricate wooden panels,

Casting shadows that danced across the tables.

The rich aroma of spices and slow-cooked meats wafted through the air,

Mixing with the faint hum of soft classical music in the background.

The atmosphere was seductive in its own way, quiet, intimate, and undeniably charged.

Abhi, Meghana, and Varnika sat at a table near the back,

The dim lighting only adding to the tension that seemed to wrap itself around them like the delicate scent of biryani lingering in the air.

The meal was about to begin, but the space between them, close, electric—was far more intoxicating than the food.

Varnika, seated across from Abhi, was still playing her game of subtle touches.

She picked up her glass of rosey wine,

A rare local blend, swirling it slowly before bringing it to her lips,

Eyes never leaving his. Her movements were deliberate,

As if each one was designed to make him ache for more.

“You know,” she said softly,

“I never imagined a Hyderabadi meal could taste as... enticing as this evening feels.”

Abhi watched as she sipped, her lips parting just enough for him to feel the pull of her.

“The food here has a certain... heat to it,” he replied,

Voice dropping low. “But I think you’re talking about something else.”


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Varnika smiled, a glint of mischief lighting up her eyes.


“Maybe,” she murmured, her gaze flickering to Meghana, who had been quietly watching them.

“But the real heat is in the biryani, don’t you think?

I’ve heard it’s the perfect kind of spice, just the right balance of flavor, without being too overwhelming.”

Her fingers trailed around the rim of her glass slowly, the movement languid, deliberate, her voice teasing.

Abhi leaned in just slightly. “I think I’m about to taste it, then,”

He said, his voice thick with unspoken meaning.

Meghana, who had been quietly watching both of them,

Now picked up her glass of Tandoori wine, a traditional pairing with grilled meats.

The glass glinted in the candlelight as she lifted it to her lips, 

Her gaze still steady on Abhi, a quiet confidence in her eyes.

“You can taste the spice... but only if you’re not afraid to handle it,”

Meghana said, her voice low, almost a challenge.

She set her glass down with a soft click and reached for the plate of Mutton Shikampuri Kebabs,

The perfectly grilled meat glistening with a mix of ghee and spices.

Varnika’s leg brushed against Abhi’s beneath the table, sending a shiver of heat through him.

“I’m sure you know how to handle a little heat,” she whispered, her lips curling.

Abhi looked between the two of them, his heart racing, but his face remained composed.

He could feel the weight of both their gazes on him, the teasing, the promises wrapped in each word.

Without breaking the intensity of the moment, he reached for a piece of the kebab that Meghana had placed near him,

Dipping it in the mint chutney before bringing it to his lips.


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The coolness of the chutney mixed perfectly with the warm spice of the kebab


And he let the flavor linger for a moment, his eyes never leaving Meghana’s.

“This is... exactly what I needed,” he murmured, licking his lips slowly. “It’s got the perfect balance.”

“Oh, it’s just the beginning,” Meghana said, her voice thick with something unspoken.

She picked up her own kebab, eyes locked with his, the heat between them palpable.

She took a slow bite, the way her lips parted as she chewed, every movement deliberate, as though savoring the moment.

Varnika’s gaze didn’t leave Abhi’s either, her smile widening. “You know,” she said,

“the Hyderabadi Haleem is something else. Rich, spicy, with layers of flavor. You’ll feel it.”

She reached for her own bowl, the thick, hearty consistency of the dish dripping from her spoon as she raised it toward him.

“Wanna try?”

Abhi’s pulse quickened as he looked at her, the intensity of the moment only growing stronger.

“I’m not sure I can handle all of it,” he replied, his voice rougher than he intended.

Varnika leaned forward, her breath warm against his ear.

“You can handle it,” she whispered, her fingers brushing his wrist as she held the spoon.

“It’s not about how much spice you can take. It’s about how long you can last.”

Abhi’s eyes darkened, and he couldn’t help but lean into her.

He opened his mouth, letting her feed him the rich, spiced Haleem.

The flavor exploded on his tongue, smooth, warm, and a perfect blend of heat.

But the act of letting her feed him felt even more intimate than the taste itself.

He kept his eyes on hers as he swallowed,

Every inch of him aware of her proximity, the charge in the air between them.


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Meghana’s fingers brushed his hand again


This time lingering, soft, almost a caress.

“Looks like you’re getting a taste of everything tonight,” she murmured,

Her voice so quiet it was almost a breath. “And I wonder... how much more you’re willing to taste.”

Abhi swallowed hard, the control he was trying to maintain slipping away as the heat between them burned stronger.

“Maybe... just a little more,” he said, voice rough. “But only if the flavor is worth it.”

The waiter arrived with the final course, desserts,  a tray of fragrant Double Ka Meetha and Qubani ka Meetha,

Their sweetness filling the air like an invitation.

But neither Abhi, Meghana, nor Varnika paid it much attention.

Instead, they were caught in the thick, electric atmosphere between them,

The room fading into the background as they gave in to the growing tension.

Varnika slid closer to him, her leg pressing against his once more,

Her body just close enough to feel the heat radiating from him. “I think,” she said, voice low,

“you’ll find that the sweetness after the spice is always the most... satisfying.”

Abhi’s chest tightened, and for a moment, everything in him wanted to close the distance, to end the teasing, the waiting.

But then Meghana reached across the table, her hand on his,

Fingers curling over his with a firm, possessive grip.

“We’ll take our time,” she said, her voice low, like a promise.

“Every bite... every second. We’re not in a hurry.”

And as the sweet, spiced flavors of the dessert lingered in the air,

The three of them, locked in an unspoken agreement, knew that the night had only just begun.

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[shailu4ever]

Return to the Car – Something New Settles



Back in the car, Meghana chose the backseat this time. 

Varnika sat in the front, 

Claiming the AUX cable like a queen and playing old Bollywood songs.

Abhi drove quietly, occasionally stealing glances in the mirror.

Varnika sang under her breath to a Kishore Kumar classic. 

Meghana hummed in harmony.

No declarations were made. But something had settled.

Not tension.

Not confusion.

But permission.

To feel what they feel.



To move forward

However this triangle was meant to shape.

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Scene: Monday Night – 11:27 PM

Abhi’s flat, 203

Abhi lay on his back, one arm behind his head, 

The night breeze slipping through the slightly open balcony door. 

The dinner played in his mind like a slow-motion reel: 

Varnika’s playful glances, Meghana’s composed laughter,

The soft clink of cutlery between glances that said more than words.

His phone buzzed.

[Meghana – 11:27 PM]
“I didn’t expect tonight to feel so… light. Thank you for being you.”


He smiled.

[Abhi – 11:28 PM]
“You gave it that grace. It felt easy because you made it so.”


[Meghana – 11:29 PM]
“Maybe. But Varnika… she was beautiful tonight, wasn’t she? Free. Bold.”


He stared at the message, then typed slowly.

[Abhi – 11:30 PM]
“Yes. Like she was reclaiming her space. In her own way.”


There was a pause. Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Then again.

[Meghana – 11:31 PM]
“And you… you looked at her like you used to look at me when we first started yoga.”


Abhi exhaled, his fingers resting on the screen for a moment before he typed.

[Abhi – 11:32 PM]
“I didn’t mean to. Maybe I did. But not the same way. With you, it’s something… deeper now.”


Another pause. Then her reply came softly.

[Meghana – 11:33 PM]
“I know. I just notice things.”


He thought for a while. Then sent—

[Abhi – 11:34 PM]
“Will you notice if I say… tonight, I missed holding you?”


No response.

Not right away.

Then...

[Meghana – 11:36 PM]
“More than you know.”

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