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

[siva05]

Thanks author

[shailu4ever]

Thanks author

Hi Siva05

Thank you.  

Your support means a lot and it motivates me to continue writing.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Friday Night – Flat 403 Truth or Dare

 

The room was thick with anticipation, the soft amber light from the lamp spilling over them like honey, its warmth creating an intimate cocoon around the three of them.

The wine bottle stood half-empty, the liquid inside gleaming darkly in the light. The air, once light with playful chatter, now felt heavy with something unspoken, something desire-laden.
 
Meghana sat up straighter, a slow, predatory grin curling on her lips as she looked at Varnika. “Alright, Varnika,” she purred, her voice almost a whisper, laden with the promise of something dangerous. “I dare you… Touch him. But not anywhere that’s already been touched.”
 
Varnika’s lips curled into a slow smile, a mixture of challenge and delight in her gaze. She leaned closer, her body shifting just an inch in his direction, a subtle signal of her intention. 

She allowed the moment to stretch, watching Abhi with a knowing look. Her breath was warm against the air, her eyes dark and filled with intent as she slid her hand slowly, purposefully, over the edge of his shirt.
 
Her fingers brushed lightly across the fabric, almost teasing, before she lifted her hand to his chest, the soft pressure of her palm against him making his heartbeat stutter. 

Abhi’s eyes widened slightly, but the look of surprise quickly turned into something more primal, more charged, as Varnika didn’t stop there. She slid her hand under the edge of his shirt, the fabric moving under her fingers as she discovered the warm, soft skin beneath.
 
The heat from his skin made her pause for just a second, her fingers tracing the contours of his body, savoring the feel of him beneath her hand. She let her fingertips trail slowly, intentionally across the solid muscle of his chest, feeling his skin react to her touch with a subtle shiver. 

She could feel the tension in him, the slight tightening of his muscles under her fingers, and she couldn’t help but smile. It was working.
 
Abhi’s breath hitched as her hand traveled lower, each movement deliberate, each inch of his skin she touched sending a pulse of heat rushing through him. His heart was pounding in his chest, his palms sweating as the sensation of her skin against his deepened.

God, she was so close now, her fingertips barely grazing the soft curve of his ribs before slipping lower, moving closer to the waistband of his pants.
 
Her hand stayed just below the waistband for a moment, the heat of her touch lingering there, close to places that felt forbidden. 

She paused there for just long enough for Abhi to feel the anticipation, the tension building to a point where neither of them could breathe properly. Her touch was gentle, almost reverent, but each time she brushed against him, it was as though she was branding him, leaving marks of desire that would stay with him long after the night ended.
 
She let her fingers explore further, moving over the warm skin of his stomach, tracing the line of his muscles with careful, deliberate movements. She wasn’t rushing this; the moment had to be perfect. 

Abhi’s body responded instinctively, his chest rising and falling as his breathing became quicker, sharper. He could feel her hand, the warmth of her fingers, the deliberate way she moved across his skin. It was sensuous, and it was driving him crazy.
 
Varnika’s hand was now flat against his stomach, her fingertips pressing slightly harder into his skin as she leaned in a little closer, her breath warm on his neck. She could feel the tension in his body, the way he was trying to control himself, to hold back. 

But she wasn’t going to make it easy for him. Slowly, she slid her hand up, her fingers just brushing against his chest before curling gently around his neck, her thumb just grazing the line of his jaw.
 
Her gaze locked with his as she leaned in, just close enough for him to feel the heat of her body against his. “There,” she whispered, her voice low and full of satisfaction, the air between them crackling with a simmering intensity. She pulled her hand away, the soft slide of her fingers leaving a faint trail of heat that seemed to linger long after she’d moved. “Dare complete.”
 
The room was silent for a moment, the weight of what had just happened hanging heavily between them. Abhi’s body was still responding, his pulse pounding in his ears, his skin alive with the sensation of her touch. But his mind was in chaos, fighting against the urge to pull her closer, to kiss her, to lose control. The space between them felt too small, too tight.
 
But then, in the silence, Meghana’s phone rang. The shrill noise cut through the tension, and she quickly pulled it from her pocket, glancing at the screen. Her face softened as she saw the name flashing on the screen... Varun. She cleared her throat, giving Abhi and Varnika a quick, almost apologetic smile before answering the call.
 
“Hey, baby,” she said, her voice soft, but there was an undertone of irritation at the timing. “What’s up?”
 
There was a pause as she listened, and her face shifted to one of concern mixed with mild frustration. “You’re just landing now? Okay... No, I’m not going anywhere, don’t worry. Just wrapping up here... I’ll be waiting for you when you get home. Take your time.”
 
Abhi’s eyes darted between the sisters, a small understanding flickering in his chest. Meghana hung up after a few more words, letting the phone drop to her lap. She let out a small sigh, her shoulders slumping slightly.
 
“Looks like that’s our cue,” Meghana said, her voice soft but tinged with disappointment. “Varun’s on his way home. I guess we’ll have to call it a night.”
 
Varnika raised an eyebrow, the playful, heated expression still lingering in her eyes. She smiled softly, though there was a hint of frustration in her voice. “He’s coming back? What a spoil-sport.”
 
Abhi, feeling the tension still thick in the air, let out a quiet chuckle. “Yeah, seems like he’s a little early tonight.” His voice was rough with the remnants of what they’d shared, the heat still lingering between them.
 
Meghana gave him a small, apologetic smile. “Sorry about that, Abhi. Next time.”
 
Abhi nodded, his pulse still racing. He gave them both a final glance, the weight of the moments they shared still palpable between them. “I’ll see you both soon.” His voice was low, the words carrying more than just the weight of a simple goodbye.
 
He moved to the door, his body still charged from the closeness of the last few minutes, and left quietly. The door clicked softly behind him, and the sisters were left in the stillness of the room, the air still heavy with unspoken desire.
 
As the silence stretched between them, Varnika leaned back against the couch, her fingers still lightly tracing the fabric of her skirt as she stared at the door. Her lips curved into a mischievous smile. “Next time, Abhi.”
 
Meghana, now sitting a little more comfortably, her expression still intense, glanced over at her sister. “Oh, next time, Varnika. He’ll be back. They always come back.”

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[siva05]

Hope this disappointment unfolds hidden primal side of abhi to varnika.. Thanks author

[shailu4ever]

 
Friday Night – The Restless Hours
 
Abhi shut the door of his flat behind him, the latch clicking louder than it should have in the quiet corridor. His chest was still tight, his breath uneven, as though he had run a mile instead of simply walking down one flight of stairs. The taste of two different kisses lingered on his lips, faint but insistent, like sparks that refused to fade even when the fire was gone. He dropped his keys on the table with a clatter and pressed his palms hard against his face, trying to smother the rush inside him.
 
It had been close. Too close. He could still hear their laughter ringing in his ears, light and teasing, layered with the unspoken tension that had finally slipped out from beneath the surface. Truth or Dare, what started as a game had cut through every boundary, leaving them standing on an edge that none of them had planned for but all of them had felt coming.
 
The memory tightened his throat. Varnika’s boldness, her lips on his without hesitation, fueled by some reckless need to prove herself. Meghana’s calm, deliberate kiss, slower, more intense, as though marking her territory in silence. It was madness. Beautiful, dangerous madness. And yet, just as the night seemed ready to unravel into something none of them could take back, reality intruded, Varun was on his way back. Meghana’s husband.
 
That one fact had snapped Abhi into control like a bucket of cold water. He had left 403 with a polite smile and a half-hearted excuse about early work, though the truth was simpler: he couldn’t risk being there when Varun returned. Not when the air was still thick with the heat of what they had just done.
 
Now, in the stillness of his own flat, the contrast hit him hard. The faint hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen, the low whir of the ceiling fan above, mundane sounds that usually comforted him, now felt hollow, like echoes inside an empty shell. His body still carried the warmth of their nearness, and yet here he was, surrounded by silence.
 
Abhi sank onto the sofa, elbows on his knees, tilting his head back until it rested against the cushion. His eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling but his mind kept replaying every detail, the curve of Meghana’s smirk when Varnika dared him, the quickened beat of Varnika’s pulse beneath his fingers, the way both of them had looked at him when the line was finally crossed.
 
He rubbed his face with both hands, groaning softly. He wasn’t a boy anymore, but right now he felt like one, restless, feverish, and completely unable to sort through the mess of emotions clawing at him. Desire, guilt, exhilaration, fear, everything tangled together.
 
His phone lay beside him, screen dark, untouched. He didn’t dare open it. Not yet. Not when every part of him was still humming with the memory of their closeness, their eyes, their words. Part of him wanted to throw it across the room and shut himself off, but another part, a larger, undeniable part, was waiting. Waiting to see if they would reach for him even after he walked away.
 
He leaned back, exhaling long and slow, staring at the ceiling as though it could give him answers. But there were none, only the echo of his own heartbeat and the faint memory of two women’s laughter, women who shouldn’t want him, and yet very clearly did.
 
And Abhi knew, deep down, that this was only the beginning.

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[shailu4ever]

Late Night Messaging – Varnika & Abhi

Varnika: Hey… finally in my room. Still feeling… dizzy from earlier. 

Abhi: …Feeling dizzy? That sounds dangerous.

Varnika: Dangerous? Maybe… or maybe just from thinking about you.  That kiss today… I can’t get it out of my head.

Abhi: Neither can I. Honestly, it keeps replaying… every second.

Varnika: You’re cruel. You know I’m lying here alone, and you’re probably imagining it too. 

Abhi: Guilty. But it’s hard not to. I keep seeing your lips… your smile… the way your hands lingered.

Varnika: Stop it… you’re torturing me. I miss you, Abhi. Miss you close. Just to let you know, Varun is going to leave on Sunday morning train.  To meet some clients in Delhi.

Abhi: Cool, so I keep thinking about Sunday… finally seeing you again.

Varnika: Sunday… feels so far.

Abhi: And you’ll survive?

Varnika: Barely. Just thinking about what we did today… it’s driving me crazy.

Abhi: I know… me too. Every little touch, every glance… still burns.

Varnika: So… Sunday it is then. And you better believe I’ll make it count. 

Abhi: Oh, I believe you. I’m already counting the hours.

Varnika: Me too my dear short-term boyfriend

Abhi: …Then Sunday can’t come fast enough.

Varnika: Neither can I. Sleep tight, dear. Dream of me… I know I will. 

Abhi: Sweet dreams, Varnika. Sunday… we finally finish what we started.

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[siva05]

Waiting author

[shailu4ever]

Waiting author

Hi Siva05

Yes, I am little busy packing for my trip. I will give the updates soon.

Thank you very much for your message and continued support

-- Shailu

[PELURI]

dear Shailu ji....fabulous you are....to go with your sensibilities in sculpting characters, may  I suggest  a new story on the lives of a couple brought closer by tragedy in their individual li es...drawn to each other emotionally and later physically...eg., Air India crash tragedy ...the physical closeness to draw solace from each other ...the line has lots of scope for emotinal and psychological scars caused by the accident...to be healed through love and sex....bye for now

[shailu4ever]

dear Shailu ji....fabulous you are....to go with your sensibilities in sculpting characters, may  I suggest  a new story on the lives of a couple brought closer by tragedy in their individual li es...drawn to each other emotionally and later physically...eg., Air India crash tragedy ...the physical closeness to draw solace from each other ...the line has lots of scope for emotinal and psychological scars caused by the accident...to be healed through love and sex....bye for now

Dear PELURI ji,

Thank you so much for your thoughtful and encouraging words. I truly appreciate your kind appreciation of my writing and your insightful suggestion for a new story. The idea of two individuals finding connection and healing through shared grief is deeply moving, it offers such rich emotional and psychological depth to explore.

I completely agree that such a story offers immense scope to explore love, loss, and renewal. However, I personally prefer not to base my stories on real-life incidents or specific tragedies. Instead, I would love to create something similar in spirit, a story that captures the same emotional truth, but within a world born purely of imagination.

Your encouragement and engagement mean a great deal to me. Thank you once again for reading my work with such sensitivity and for sharing your beautiful thoughts.

With warm regards,

--Shailu

[siva05]

Author kind request if possible give some updates to this story too. I'm waiting.

[shailu4ever]

Author kind request  if possible give some updates to this story too. I'm waiting.

Hi Siva

Thank you for your patience and support. I really appreciate your enthusiasm for the story. 

The delay has been because of the low response in this thread, but I’ll do my best to get back to it and share updates soon. Your encouragement truly keeps me motivated.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[tting4tting4]

Your writing is truly amazing, loving all your threads, hope to see this one continue as well

[shailu4ever]

Your writing is truly amazing, loving all your threads, hope to see this one continue as well

Hi tting4tting4

Thank you so much for your compliments. I'm really glad you're enjoying the story and the other stories. 

I definitely plan to keep going with it, but I’ve paused updates on this particular thread for now due to the lack of engagement. Once I see more traction and interest, I’ll be sure to continue the updates.


Your support means a lot, and I hope you’ll stick around for what’s to come.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[siva_reddy32]

Hi ,
Who told you this is your first story?

Because I refuse to believe it.
Not with the way you write,
not with the way your thoughts unfold,
not with the way romance flows through your characters
as if it has lived inside you for years.
A first story usually walks with trembling steps…
but yours walks with grace.
A first story usually searches for its voice…
but yours speaks in a clear, confident tone.
A first story usually hesitates…
but yours breathes like something that has been waiting,
ripening quietly inside you.
It feels as though your mind was full—
overflowing, in fact—
and now that inner reservoir has finally found a doorway,
spilling itself onto the digital page
with maturity, clarity, and tenderness.

These are not the words of a beginner.
These are thoughts that have been
grown, shaped, seasoned,
long before they ever met the keyboard.

And the romance you created…
it reminded me of a sculptor—
standing before a block of stone,
chiseling gently, piece by piece,
not rushing, not forcing,
trusting the figure hidden inside.
Days, months, patience, precision…
until the sculpture finally reveals itself
in full beauty.
That is how your romance unfolded.
Slow.
Steady.
Measured.
Organic.
Growing in the middle like a blooming flower,
and finishing with a completeness
that only skill can achieve.

So forgive me,
but I simply cannot accept this as your first story.

And tell me—
how does one person stand on four platforms(different stories) at once?
How does one mind weave four worlds simultaneously?
It is almost magical.
Almost yogic.
The English word ubiquitous tries to fit,
but even that falls short of what you are doing.
There is something more in your writing—
a presence that lingers,
a touch that moves across stories
as if you live inside each one at the same time.
This story is flowing beautifully.

Your craft is alive,
your imagination steady,
your pen confident.

Keep writing like this.
Keep surprising us.
Keep growing into the writer
you already are.
I am expecting much more from you—
and not out of pressure,
but out of admiration.
Siva 

[shailu4ever]

Hi ,
Who told you this is your first story?

Because I refuse to believe it.
Not with the way you write,
not with the way your thoughts unfold,
not with the way romance flows through your characters
as if it has lived inside you for years.
A first story usually walks with trembling steps…
but yours walks with grace.
A first story usually searches for its voice…
but yours speaks in a clear, confident tone.
A first story usually hesitates…
but yours breathes like something that has been waiting,
ripening quietly inside you.
It feels as though your mind was full—
overflowing, in fact—
and now that inner reservoir has finally found a doorway,
spilling itself onto the digital page
with maturity, clarity, and tenderness.

These are not the words of a beginner.
These are thoughts that have been
grown, shaped, seasoned,
long before they ever met the keyboard.

And the romance you created…
it reminded me of a sculptor—
standing before a block of stone,
chiseling gently, piece by piece,
not rushing, not forcing,
trusting the figure hidden inside.
Days, months, patience, precision…
until the sculpture finally reveals itself
in full beauty.
That is how your romance unfolded.
Slow.
Steady.
Measured.
Organic.
Growing in the middle like a blooming flower,
and finishing with a completeness
that only skill can achieve.

So forgive me,
but I simply cannot accept this as your first story.

And tell me—
how does one person stand on four platforms(different stories) at once?
How does one mind weave four worlds simultaneously?
It is almost magical.
Almost yogic.
The English word ubiquitous tries to fit,
but even that falls short of what you are doing.
There is something more in your writing—
a presence that lingers,
a touch that moves across stories
as if you live inside each one at the same time.
This story is flowing beautifully.

Your craft is alive,
your imagination steady,
your pen confident.

Keep writing like this.
Keep surprising us.
Keep growing into the writer
you already are.
I am expecting much more from you—
and not out of pressure,
but out of admiration.
Siva 

Hi Siva garu,
 
Reading your feedback left me completely awed and deeply touched. Honestly, I had to read it several times just to let it sink in. Your words are so vivid, so precise, and so full of understanding that I felt as if you were gently walking beside me, guiding my thoughts, noticing every subtle beat of the story and the emotion behind it.
 
I must clarify a small point, the story you just read is actually Abhi’s Journey Part 2. The first story is Abhi’s Journey Part 1, which I wrote earlier. So technically, this wasn’t my first story. But reading your words made me realize that, in spirit, every story I write feels like a first one to me, every time, I try to pour all my heart, all my attention, all my care into it, hoping it reaches the readers in exactly the way I imagined.
 
What amazed me the most in your feedback is how you noticed the flow of romance, the unfolding of thoughts, the presence of patience and precision in every scene. The way you described it, like a sculptor chiseling patiently to reveal the hidden figure, made me pause and smile. It’s exactly how I hope my writing feels, though I never thought anyone could truly see it that way.
 
And your words about standing on four platforms at once, weaving multiple worlds simultaneously… really struck me. Yes, my mind flits between stories and characters, sometimes all at once, but your gentle observation also feels like advice, that perhaps I should be mindful not to overwhelm myself with too many diverse storylines at the same time. That balance, I realize, is as important as the passion to explore everything at once.
 
Your admiration for my craft, your encouragement to keep growing, keep surprising, keep writing with confidence, has filled me with warmth and inspiration. You make me feel like I can truly reach further, explore more, and trust my voice, even when the path feels uncertain.
 
Thank you, Siva garu, not just for reading my stories, but for seeing them so completely, for noticing the layers I sometimes fear are invisible. Your words will stay with me, guiding me through every chapter I write, and every new story I dare to create.
 
With deepest gratitude, admiration, and respect,
 
-- Shailu

[masti.bhai]

Will Abhi fuck the sisters together? That's what I want

[tting4tting4]

Shailu - hoping someday you will revive and continue this lovely story :)

[shailu4ever]

Will Abhi fuck the sisters together? That's what I want

Hi Masti.bhai

Thank you for your question. But I cannot give you the spoiler ahead.  I hope you will enjoy the story. Please stay tuned, I will give the updates soon.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Shailu - hoping someday you will revive and continue this lovely story :)

Hi tting4tting4

Thank you so much for your compliments. It really means a lot to know that the story made an impact. 

I do hope to return to it soon and continue the journey. As you know I am actively working on Priya Didi and Nine Nights.  Those two are keeping me a bit busy, but I haven't forgotten it. I am about to finish Nine Nights story soon.  Once that is done, I will move this story up in the priority.

Your encouragement is the spark I need to revisit the world I created. 

Stay tuned, and thanks again for your support

With warm regards

-- Shailu