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

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Friday Night – Flat 403


The warm yellow glow of the lamps painted the living room in a cozy haze.

A soft playlist hummed from Meghana’s speaker, not too loud, not too soft, just the right rhythm to match the mood she’d been planning since last night’s teasing.

When Abhi walked in, Meghana was already curled on the couch, legs folded, a glass of wine in her hand.

She tilted her head, lips curling into that slow, knowing smile.

“Mr. Not-So-Short-Term,” she drawled, raising her glass. “Right on time.”

Before he could reply, Varnika popped up from the kitchen with a mischievous grin, holding a bowl of popcorn.

“And here comes my short-term boyfriend!” she announced with mock drama,

Placing the bowl down like a trophy. “We were just waiting for you to officially report for duty.”

Abhi blinked, caught between the two sisters, one sultry, one playful, and let out a helpless laugh.

“I don’t even know what I’ve signed up for anymore.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Meghana said, patting the cushion beside her. “You’ll find out.”

He sat down, and almost instantly Varnika slipped onto the other side, close enough that her hair brushed his arm.

Meghana leaned in from the left, her perfume warm and intoxicating.

He was surrounded, trapped in the best possible way.

“So tell me,” Varnika began, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“How are you planning to balance this? One of us wants forever, the other only wants a month. It’s like having two subscription plans — premium and trial.”

Meghana shot her a look, but her lips curved. “Trust you to turn romance into a mobile recharge offer.”

Varnika giggled and popped a piece of popcorn into her mouth, then deliberately leaned against Abhi’s shoulder.

“Well, at least I’m the bubbly one. You’re the scary, intense one.”

“Scary?” Meghana arched a brow, shifting closer until her thigh pressed against Abhi’s.

“Darling, he doesn’t seem scared of me at all.” Her hand slipped,

Feather-light, over Abhi’s wrist, her nails grazing his skin.

Varnika caught the move instantly, her eyes widening.

“Ooooh. Look at you staking your claim. Poor Abhi. He probably doesn’t know where to look.”

Abhi cleared his throat, but his voice came out lower than intended. “I know exactly where to look.”

Both sisters turned toward him at once, and for a beat, the air grew heavier, charged.

Meghana’s smile was slow, predatory. “Careful, Abhi. That kind of answer might get you in trouble.”

Varnika tilted her head, eyes glimmering with mischief. “Or it might get him exactly what he wants.”

The moment lingered,  warm, dangerous, delicious.

Meghana’s fingers traced up his arm, slow and deliberate, while Varnika’s laughter bubbled as she nudged his other side.

“You’re not sleeping tonight,” Meghana whispered, lips brushing close to his ear.

“Not with both of us here,” Varnika added, voice playful, but her eyes shining with something hotter than mischief.

Abhi swallowed hard, realizing 403 was no longer just their living room. 

It was a battlefield of temptation, and he was right at the center.

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Yes it's Battlefield  where all three win

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Thank you for the comments, yes it is going to get more intensified.  Hope you will enjoy that.

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But i want threesome....pleaseeeeeeeeeee

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Hi Yash121

Sorry for the delay, I am preparing the scenes the way you were expecting.  That took a little bit of time, but I am giving a few updates today.

Thank you for your support.

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The Sparks Before the Flame


The three of them sat on the couch, the space between them more charged than comfortable.

Their bodies brushed occasionally, but none of them acknowledged the way their proximity seemed to stir the air.

Varnika tossed a popcorn kernel toward Abhi’s chest with a playful flick of her fingers.

It bounced off and fell between the cushions, her smirk widening at the missed shot.

But it wasn’t the popcorn that drew Abhi’s attention.

It was her.

She was sitting so close to him, just a little too close,

And the air around them seemed to hum with an electric pulse.

He couldn’t help but notice the way the soft, casual fabric of her crop top molded to her frame,

Accentuating every curve with effortless ease.

Simple, yet somehow irresistible.

The faded rose color of her top made her sun-kissed skin glow,

Highlighting the delicate curve of her collarbones, the gentle slope of her shoulders, so subtle, yet so inviting.

The crop top, paired with the fitted black mini skirt, gave her an allure that came from the perfect balance of simplicity and something undeniably captivating.

Her long, dark hair cascaded around her shoulders in loose waves, catching the dim light and adding an almost ethereal glow to her presence.

And then her lips.

Her lips - full and soft, with the faintest hint of a smile curling at the edges, demanded attention.

They were the color of ripe berries, just deep enough to make his pulse quicken.

The shape of them was perfect, sensual in a way that felt deliberate without trying too hard.

When she smirked, it wasn’t just a playful expression - it was an invitation.

A challenge.

The way her lips parted just slightly, as though on the verge of saying something teasing, made his breath catch in his throat.

Abhi couldn’t tear his eyes away.

There was something in the way she looked at him,

The way her lips seemed to beckon him with a quiet promise of things that could unfold,

Slowly, deliciously.

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For a brief moment, he wondered how it was possible for someone to look so… approachable, yet entirely out of reach.


Varnika tilted her head slightly, catching his eyes with a look that was both teasing and daring.

“You’re supposed to catch that with your mouth, Abhi. Worst short-term boyfriend ever.”

Abhi opened his mouth to reply, but the words caught in his throat.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief, but it was more than that, there was a depth there,

Something that pulled at him, a sense of something simmering beneath the surface.

And the way her bare legs crossed just so, the soft flex of her knee,

The slow, deliberate shift in her posture, each movement felt carefully calculated, but without effort.

The way her skin seemed to glow in the soft lighting made her look almost ethereal,

Like she was the warm, golden light itself. It was intoxicating.

He wondered how far the teasing might go, how much more playful banter could hide beneath it.

Before he could respond, Meghana shifted beside him, and the air seemed to thicken with her arrival.

Her presence was both a contrast and a complement to Varnika’s easy, carefree play.

While Varnika’s energy was like a spark, Meghana was the slow, building fire, controlled, yet undeniably powerful.


She was the opposite of casual, yet equally captivating.

The rich, deep red of her satin dress clung to her body like it had been crafted just for her,

Molding to every curve with an almost sinful grace.

The fabric shimmered faintly, catching the light with every subtle movement, as though daring him to trace every inch of her with his eyes.

The slit along her thigh, high and teasing,

revealed just enough of her toned leg to leave him aching for more,

A fleeting glimpse that promised so much without giving anything away.

The plunging neckline of her dress, daring yet impossibly refined,  framed the delicate curve of her collarbones,

The smooth skin there shimmering with a soft glow that made his pulse quicken.

Her hair was pinned back in soft waves, the strands falling loose and deliberate, grazing her shoulders with a tender caress.

The dim light played over her face, casting shadows that made her eyes gleam with an intensity that made his breath hitch.

There was a depth there, a knowing.

Her makeup was subtle, but it accentuated everything that was wild and unspoken in her, the smoothness of her lips, the intensity of her gaze, the barely-there flush of her cheeks.

But it wasn’t just her beauty that demanded his attention.

It was the way she moved, with a languid, deliberate grace that was anything but accidental.

Every step, every shift of her body felt like a calculated invitation, a silent promise wrapped in the quiet confidence of someone who knew exactly how to hold his gaze and keep him wanting.

She was fully aware of the effect she had on him, on both of them, and yet, she moved with the kind of ease that made it seem like she was playing with fire.

Her presence was electric, like a soft perfume that lingered in the air,

Irresistible and overwhelming, a challenge to both his control and his desires.

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Meghana’s gaze flicked over to Abhi, and for a fleeting moment,


The world seemed to quiet itself around them.

“We don’t just flirt,” she murmured, her voice low, intimate, and deliberately close, her eyes locking onto his with a magnetic intensity.

The words were barely audible, yet they lingered in the air like a soft caress, embedding themselves deep in his chest, making his heart race and his pulse thrum.

Varnika’s laughter broke the stillness, but even in her amusement there was a teasing edge, a subtle gasp of surprise as though she had glimpsed something she hadn’t expected.

“Unbelievable,” she said, clutching her chest in mock outrage. “You two just… flirted in front of me?”

Abhi laughed, but the sound was low, rougher than intended, thick with something he didn’t quite understand.

Meghana, always deliberate, leaned in just a fraction closer, the heat of her body brushing against his, sending a shiver through him.

The proximity felt electric, a spark that made the tension between them quiver, subtle yet undeniable.

She tilted her cheek against his, her warm breath teasing the shell of his ear as she whispered, “I told you last night, I was going to collect interest.”

Every fiber of him tightened. Words stuck in his throat.

The brush of her warmth, the softness of her voice, made his skin feel alive in a way that left him dizzy.

Before he could even respond, Varnika clapped her hands sharply, shattering the spell with a playful burst.

“Well,” she said, bright but knowing, “if you’re collecting interest, then I get a sign-up bonus, right?”

Abhi blinked at her, caught off guard, his senses swimming between the two women.

Meghana raised a brow, her lips curving with amusement, and leaned closer again, her presence curling around him like a tendril of heat.

“You’re turning my boyfriend into a bank account now?”

Varnika’s grin was wicked, teasing, her eyes glittering with impish charm.

“Exactly. Maybe I just want to see what all the fuss is about.”

The words hung, light on the surface, but carrying an invisible weight that pressed against his chest.

Meghana’s smile never faltered, but her eyes darkened with a warning, an unspoken challenge that made his pulse spike.

Slowly, deliberately, her hand slid to rest on his thigh, fingers curling possessively, brushing against him in a touch that was both tender and commanding.

“Careful,” she murmured, her voice soft but brimming with meaning. “If you touch what’s mine, you’ll discover exactly how jealous I can be.”

Varnika leaned closer, a teasing glint in her eyes, her hair brushing against his chest like a feathered dare. “Maybe I want to test that.”

Her warm breath grazed his skin, the soft, fleeting contact leaving him dizzy, heart racing, senses sharp.

“I’m not so sure I’m afraid of your jealousy,” she whispered, her lips dangerously close to his ear, a promise and a challenge wrapped into one.

Abhi sat there, suspended between Meghana’s calculated, possessive heat and Varnika’s teasing, tantalizing closeness.

The air around them was thick, intoxicating, heavy with unspoken desire, yet charged with playful energy.

Every brush of skin, every lingering gaze, every teasing word drew him further into the game, a puzzle he didn’t want to solve, but couldn’t resist unraveling.

The tension wound tighter, slow and delicious, 

A simmering storm of curiosity, longing, and the faintest taste of temptation, 

Just one step away from breaking open entirely.

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[Yash121]

Can't wait?‍♂️?‍♂️

[siva05]

Simply Tempting

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Simply Tempting

Hi Siva05

Thank you for the compliments.

-- Shailu

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Waiting for next

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Waiting for next

Hi Yah121

Sorry for keeping you waiting for the updates.  I am working on it now.  I will be able to give some good updates today.

Thank you for being patient with me.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

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The Pronouncement - By Order of the Girlfriend


The air in 403 had grown heavy

The movie long forgotten.

Abhi felt caught in a current, Meghana’s steady, lingering touch on his thigh,

Varnika’s daring playfulness skimming the edges of his self-control.

Meghana shifted suddenly, slipping her legs across the couch to sit closer,

Her side brushing against his.

Her hair fell forward, spilling across her shoulder as she tilted her head,

Leaning in just enough that her breath teased his ear.

“Mine,” she murmured, just loud enough for him to hear,

But her eyes slid toward Varnika, a flicker of possessiveness flashing in them.

“All of him. Don’t forget it.”

Abhi’s breath hitched, his hand instinctively moving to her waist,

But he couldn’t ignore the heat rising in his chest,

A mixture of attraction and a tiny bit of surprise. Meghana wasn’t joking anymore.

Varnika, instead of backing down, gave an exaggerated pout.

“Oh, come on. That’s not fair. I haven’t even gotten my perfect day yet.”

Meghana smirked, her lips brushing against Abhi’s as she spoke,

Though the kiss was fleeting, almost teasing. “Patience, baby sister. Your turn is coming.”

“Scheduled?” Varnika scoffed, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Am I an appointment on your calendar?”

Meghana chuckled lowly, her expression softening for a moment before turning playful again.

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“Fine, then. If I’m the only responsible one here, let me settle this once and for all.”


She stood up, adjusting her hair with a little more theatrics than necessary.

Then, with a mock grand gesture, 

She held out both hands one to Abhi, one to Varnika.


“By the powers vested in me as the girlfriend of this man”

She kissed Abhi on the cheek,

Her lips lingering just long enough to make him feel the warmth,

Before pulling back with a knowing smile,

“and as sister to this girl” she leaned down and gave Varnika’s cheek a quick,

Noisy kiss, making her squeal and playfully swat at her.

“I now pronounce you… officially… boyfriend and girlfriend.”

Meghana raised her hands high, like a judge declaring a verdict.

“Now… the boyfriend may kiss the girlfriend.”

Abhi blinked, caught between laughter and disbelief,

His chest tightening from the playful tension in the air.

Varnika, looking equal parts stunned and amused, burst into giggles,

Her shoulders shaking with laughter.

“Are you serious right now? Did you just officiate my relationship?”

Meghana only grinned wider, settling back on the couch,

A possessive hand resting lightly on Abhi’s arm.

“Dead serious. I’m multi-talented. Sister. Girlfriend. Priestess of questionable romance. Deal with it.”

Varnika’s laughter faded into soft giggles, and her eyes flicked to Abhi

Her gaze playful, but with a hint of that challenge, that silent dare.

The “official” moment might have been a joke,

But the unspoken tension between them all was undeniable.

Abhi felt it, the way Meghana had laid her claim, but Varnika wasn’t ready to let it end.

Not tonight. Not yet.

The game had only just begun.

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The room was quiet for a beat after Meghana’s grand proclamation,


The silence only broken by Varnika’s fading giggles and the faint hum of music from the speaker.

Then Varnika leaned forward, narrowing her eyes with mock suspicion.

“Wait a second… you can’t just say it and not expect him to do it.”

“That’s like announcing biryani and serving plain rice.”

Meghana stretched out lazily on the couch, her legs curling beneath her as she took a sip of her wine,

Utterly in control. “Hmm… you’re right. A ceremony isn’t complete without the… ritual.”

Abhi shot her an exasperated look. “You two are unbelievable.”

Varnika grinned, biting her lip in that playful way she always did.

“Oh no, mister. Rules are rules. You heard the priestess herself.” She pointed dramatically to Meghana.

“She said: Now the boyfriend may kiss the girlfriend.”

Meghana tilted her head, a glint of wicked delight in her eyes.

“Well, Abhi… are you going to follow through? Or should I revoke your boyfriend license before it even begins?”

Varnika gasped theatrically, clutching her chest.

“No! Don’t revoke it. He’s my only one-month trial!”

Abhi ran a hand through his hair, caught between their laughter and the molten tension simmering beneath.

His pulse raced as Varnika shifted closer,

Her grin softening into something more daring, her eyes locked on his.

“Well?” she whispered, her breath brushing against his cheek,

Sending a flutter of heat straight to his core. “Are you going to make it official?”

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Meghana leaned back, watching them with a lazy smile, like a queen watching her court unfold.


Her lips curved slowly, a hint of something sultry in the way she watched Abhi.

“Go on, Abhi. Kiss her. Right here. Right now. In front of me.”

Her tone wasn’t jealous, it was commanding, electric, a challenge wrapped in desire.

And that challenge made Abhi’s throat tighten, his heart hammering.

Varnika’s hand slipped into his, her fingers trembling slightly as she looked up at him.

Her eyes were wide, but there was something daring there,

A spark that pushed her forward, even as she hesitated.

Her heart raced, her palms suddenly warm and restless in her lap.

She wanted this. Had wanted it for so long.

But now, with everything so real, vulnerability swept over her.

She wanted to be kissed, but she wasn’t sure if she was ready for what might follow.

Her gaze met his, and the moment stretched, as if giving her a last chance to decide.

But there was no question.

“Abhi...”

His name slipped from her lips like a whisper, laden with everything she hadn’t said before.

It was a plea. An invitation.

Without thinking, her fingers brushed the edge of his jaw,

tentative at first, as if testing whether he would pull away.

But he didn’t.

His breath hitched slightly, and the tension between them, all that unspoken want, shattered.

And then, he kissed her.

It wasn’t the collision she’d imagined.

No desperate, fiery rush.

Instead, it was slow, deliberate.

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