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

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It felt as if he was savoring the moment, as if this first kiss was something precious, something to be lingered on.


His lips brushed against hers with a softness that made her breath catch, a feather-light touch that teased the edges of her control.

It was a tender exploration that made her heart race and her body pulse with anticipation.

His thumb traced the curve of her jaw, slowly, deliberately, as though memorizing the feel of her. He tilted her face to him, and with a gentle pull, closed the distance between them.

The world around them dissolved. There was only the warmth of his mouth on hers, the heat of his breath mingling with hers, and the rhythmic thrum of their hearts, beating in sync.

Varnika’s hands wandered, almost instinctively, to his chest, feeling the hard, steady beat of his heart beneath her palm, the strength of him pressing against her.

She parted her lips just enough, the invitation unspoken but clear, and that was all the encouragement he needed.

His kiss deepened, slow at first, but with growing urgency — like he was learning her, unraveling her in the most intimate of ways, each moment a step closer to something deeper.

His tongue brushed against her lower lip, a silent question, soft but insistent. When she didn’t pull away, he kissed her more forcefully, the heat between them igniting with each passing second.

A soft moan escaped her, her body instinctively leaning into him, closing the distance, her hands pulling him closer, as if trying to melt into him completely.

The sensation was electric, charged, like a current racing beneath her skin.

This wasn’t just nerves anymore, this was something wild, something that had been simmering just below the surface for too long.

It was a sweet surrender, a heady weightlessness, like she was falling, but not in fear — in desire, in pure, raw attraction.

Abhi’s hands slid lower, cradling her back, pulling her in with an urgency that matched hers. His fingers grazed the smooth fabric of her shirt, the heat of his touch seeping through, setting her skin on fire. Even through the clothes, she could feel the burn of him, the primal pull between them.

She wanted to be closer, needed to feel more, to press herself into him as if she could erase every inch of space between them.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless, their lips swollen from the intensity, their bodies tingling with the aftershocks of the kiss.

Flushed, their hearts pounding, they couldn’t speak, only stare at each other, breathing heavily, caught in the afterglow of something they both knew had only just begun.

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[shailu4ever]

Varnika’s lips were swollen


Her pulse still racing as she tried to gather herself. 

The feeling of his kiss still lingered on her skin, a burning reminder of the depth of what had just passed between them.

She didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or simply cling to the sensation of him against her, feeling the heat of his body so close to hers.

Her breath came in shallow, uneven bursts, and she whispered, her voice thick with desire, like it carried the weight of everything she hadn’t said before.

“That was…”

Her words faltered, the intensity of the moment choking her, but the need for more hung in the air, undeniable.

Abhi’s lips hovered just above hers, his breath mingling with hers, hot and hungry. 

His voice came out low and raw, a rasp that sent a shiver down her spine.

“Yeah… it was.”

Her eyes never left his. 

She swallowed, the effort of steadying her pulse almost too much, but still, she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the heat burning between them.

Everything about that kiss had felt so right, so natural, as though it had been years in the making. 

There was no awkwardness, no hesitation, just a perfect storm of chemistry that had pulled them both in without any questions.

It was like they had been destined for this moment, for this kiss, from the very first time their eyes met.

Her fingers, as if of their own accord, moved up to his collar, trembling just slightly as she brushed the fabric beneath her fingertips. 

The warmth of his body, the raw intensity in his eyes, drew her in, inch by inch.

She didn’t want to stop. 

She didn’t want this night to end. 

Not now, not ever.

Varnika’s voice was barely a whisper, soft and shy, but layered with an undeniable need.

“I think… I think I’m ready now.”

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[siva05]

Varnika : I think I'm ready now
Readers: we too .. ha ha

[shailu4ever]

Her words sent a shiver rippling down Abhi’s spine


Igniting something deep inside him that he could no longer ignore.

Without hesitation, he kissed her again, this time deeper, more fervent, his mouth crushing against hers with a hunger that had been building since the very first touch.

His hands slid into her hair, tangling in the silken strands as he cradled her head, pulling her closer, urging her to meet him with the same desperation, the same need. 

The kiss was no longer tentative; it was urgent, demanding, like it had been a lifetime in the making.

It wasn’t just a kiss anymore; it was everything they hadn’t said, all the longing that had lingered in their eyes, the desire burning just beneath the surface, and the aching need for something more. 

Something that neither of them was willing to deny any longer.

Varnika responded in kind, her hands trembling as they slid up to his neck, fingertips grazing the tense muscles beneath his skin, feeling the raw heat of him. 

She could feel his desire, stripped of all pretense, pulsing beneath her touch, and it only heightened her own. 

The force of it, the intensity, was intoxicating, like an electric current running between them.

Every kiss, every daring touch was a promise, a promise that neither of them could back out of. And each brush of skin, each fevered kiss, was a question, one that had no simple answer. But with every passing second, it became clearer: this wasn’t just a fleeting moment of passion. This was real, raw, and undeniable.

When they finally broke apart, their foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling in the silent space between them, neither of them could speak. 

Their bodies were still shuddering with the aftermath of the kiss, and all they could do was stay there, lost in the heat.

From across the room, Meghana let out a soft hum, sipping her wine with a look of amusement, as though watching a scene unfold that she herself had orchestrated.

“Mmm. Not bad. My officiating skills seem to be working.”

Varnika’s cheeks flushed a deep, vibrant red, her eyes sparkling with mischief and heat, but also something more. Something that couldn’t be ignored, something that felt like an invitation to the next step.

Abhi exhaled hard, his chest still heaving, trying to steady himself. But Meghana only laughed, the sound playful but with a dark edge, as if she knew exactly what she was doing. She set her glass down, the sound of it gently clicking against the table echoing in the otherwise quiet room.

Then, with a deliberate swagger, she crossed the room toward him, her eyes locked on his as if she were claiming him all over again. There was a certain predatory grace in her steps, a power in the way she moved that had his heart skipping in time with her approach.

Before Abhi could even react, Meghana pulled him toward her, her hands threading into his hair, guiding him as she tilted his head up to meet her lips. 

This time, there was no hesitation, no games. She kissed him fiercely, her mouth slanting over his with a need that was almost ravenous, as though she’d been waiting for this moment for longer than either of them realized.

Her lips were demanding, taking what she wanted, her tongue sliding over his with a smooth deliberation that made his head spin. She kissed him harder, pulling him in closer, her body pressing into his with an undeniable heat.

Every inch of her seemed to radiate control, but there was also a soft vulnerability in the way she clung to him, as if allowing him to feel the full intensity of her desire.

Abhi was caught in the storm of it. Her lips were mesmerizing, insistent, like they were telling him something he hadn’t quite yet understood. 

She nipped at his lower lip, pulling it between her teeth before releasing it with a soft bite that had his breath catching. The rush of warmth that followed burned deeper than anything they had shared before.

She didn’t pull away this time. Instead, she kissed him even deeper, her hands now sliding down to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart under her touch. 

The kiss wasn’t just about desire; it was about control, her control over him, over the situation, over the building tension between them that seemed to threaten to explode.

When she finally pulled away, it was slow and deliberate. Her lips were swollen, glistening from the kiss, and her eyes gleamed with a mixture of triumph and something darker, something that felt like a challenge.

“Good boy,” she purred, her voice thick with satisfaction, possessive and sultry. “You passed the first test for boyfriend.”

The words hung in the air, a teasing reminder of the game they were playing. 

The sisters exchanged a glance, one full of playful mischief, the other burning with possessiveness.

Abhi, still dazed from the intensity of her kiss, felt his pulse race again. The room was alive with tension, the air between them crackling with unspoken promises. He knew this game wasn’t over. In fact, it had only just begun.

The night, he realized, was far from finished.

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[shailu4ever]

Varnika : I think I'm ready now
Readers: we too .. ha ha

Hahaha, so it's my delay now. Lol.

I will try to move it forward as soon as possible.

[siva05]

Waiting further play.....

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Waiting further play.....

Hi Siva05

Thank you for your waiting.  I am uploading the updates in a little while.


Thank you for your support

-- Shailu

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Friday Night – Continued teasing in Flat 403
 
Varnika leaned back after the kiss, her cheeks flushed with heat and mischief. She fanned herself dramatically, as though the intensity of the kiss had caught her completely off guard.
 
Varnika (teasing, breathless laugh):
“Well… that was worth the subscription.”
 
Her voice was light, teasing, but there was a deeper spark behind her eyes, something unspoken yet palpable. She held Abhi’s gaze for just a moment longer than she intended, her pulse still quick from the touch. There was something electric between them, something that sizzled quietly beneath the surface.
 
Across from her, Meghana watched her sister with a calculating smile, but the glint in her eye told a different story, one of challenge, desire, and something else… something that wasn’t just playful. Meghana’s lips parted in a slow, feline smile. She was never one to back down.
 
Meghana (low, taunting):
“Is it?”
 
She leaned forward, eyes narrowing slightly as her gaze flicked from Varnika to Abhi. Meghana’s movements were deliberate, almost predatory, and Varnika felt a tightness in her chest, a flutter of something deep and dark stirring in her. 

A rush of heat flooded her veins, but it wasn’t the excitement of victory. It was something much more complicated. Something that felt almost like desire, wrapped in a thin veil of jealousy.
 
Then, without another word, Meghana slid toward Abhi, closing the distance between them with fluid grace. Her hands reached up, fingers gently framing his face, pulling his gaze to hers. 

Varnika’s breath caught, her heart racing as she watched her sister draw him in, too close, too effortlessly.
 
Meghana’s hands cupped Abhi’s face, and for a fleeting second, Varnika saw the light gleam off the glossy curve of her sister’s fingers, her lips curling into a mischievous smirk. 

Meghana’s gaze locked on Abhi’s, dark and intense, daring him to respond, daring him to fall into the kiss she was about to give him.
 
Varnika’s breath hitched as Meghana closed the final distance. She saw the moment, the moment where all pretense shattered. Meghana kissed him, boldly, fiercely. Her lips crashed against his with unrelenting intent.
 
It wasn’t a soft, playful kiss. It was an assertive kiss, claiming, demanding. Meghana’s lips pressed against his with a slow, deliberate force. The intensity of it shot through Varnika, who couldn’t look away, her pulse picking up speed. Her body itched to join them, to step closer, to bridge the gap, but she stayed rooted in place, as though she were hypnotized.
 
She couldn’t stop watching.
 
Her own breath caught as she saw Meghana’s tongue slip out, dragging along Abhi’s bottom lip before slipping into his mouth with teasing urgency. It wasn’t gentle. Meghana’s kiss was hungry, possessive, as if she were savoring every inch of him. Varnika’s chest tightened, her body heating in ways she hadn’t anticipated.


The sound of their kiss filled the room, the soft, wet pull of lips, the quiet sighs escaping between them, and each note seemed to echo inside Varnika’s body. She felt it like a pulse in her throat, a flutter in her stomach, a tingling in her fingertips. Every movement of Meghana’s mouth against Abhi’s played like a secret melody only she was being allowed to overhear.

She leaned in without realizing it, her knees brushing the edge of the couch, her eyes locked on them with a helpless fascination.

The sight was overwhelming: Meghana’s fingers curling into Abhi’s hair, the subtle arch of her back as she pressed closer, the heat in his hand splayed across her waist. Varnika’s lips parted as though she could almost taste the kiss herself, her breath rising and falling in sync with theirs, caught in the same rhythm, the same burning pull.
  
God, how could Meghana be this bold? Varnika’s thoughts scattered, and her mind seemed to blur with the image of their kiss, the sound of their lips moving, the soft exhale of breath, the subtle but undeniable heat building between them.
 
Varnika’s gaze traveled over Abhi’s face, watching the flicker of surprise that softened into something else, something more, as he responded. His hands were on Meghana now, sliding around her waist, pulling her in closer as the kiss deepened.
 
The touch was electric. It ignited something in Varnika. She wanted to be the one who made him feel like that.
 
Compelled by something deeper, Varnika found herself shifting toward them, inching closer, drawn by the magnetic pull between them. 

She stopped a mere breath away, the tension so thick it practically crackled in the air. The heat from their bodies reached her, making her skin flush, making her heart beat faster in her chest.
 
Her fingers itched to touch him, to reach out, to see if his skin felt as hot as it looked. But she held herself back. Instead, she let her eyes trace the intimate dance of their kiss, the slow slide of Meghana’s tongue against Abhi’s, the way she pulled him deeper, closer, making him lose himself in her.
 
Meghana was bold. She was taking what she wanted, not holding back. And Abhi… Abhi was responding with equal intensity, his hands now tangled in Meghana’s hair, guiding her, pulling her closer.
 
Varnika’s breath came out in a rush as she realized that this kiss, this bold kiss, was their moment. She had no part in it, only a spectator, yet she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the way they moved together, together, in a way that made her heart race.
 
For a brief second, it was as if Varnika was outside of her own body, observing everything in slow motion. The heat in the room grew palpable. The kiss felt endless, and in that endlessness, she could feel the flickers of something she couldn’t name—desire, jealousy, curiosity—all wrapped together in an intoxicating, heady mix.
 
Then, as though sensing her presence, Meghana pulled away, just enough to let the air return, but not enough to break the connection.
 
 
Her eyes found Varnika’s, daring, challenging, as her lips curled into a smile that was more satisfied than playful.
 
 

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[shailu4ever]

Meghana (softly):
“Wow...”

 
The word lingered, sweet and thick in the air, dripping with satisfaction and unspoken desire. Meghana wasn’t just impressed, she was basking in it, claiming the moment as hers, and Varnika felt the shift.
 
Her pulse quickened in response, and her body tightened with a strange, intoxicating mixture of jealousy and something darker, more yearning.
 
But Meghana wasn’t finished. She pulled back just enough to break the kiss’s intense hold, her smile wicked, her eyes flicking toward Varnika. The sight was deliberate, a challenge laid out plainly.
 
Varnika was still sitting nearby, eyes wide, glued to the intimacy she’d just witnessed,and Meghana knew it. She could practically taste the tension as she turned her gaze to her sister, the smile curling into something more devious. A smirk that said: I dare you to break this spell.
 
Meghana (soft, almost purring):
“Definitely worth it, Varnika. Way worth it.”
 
The words hung between them, a taunt, a promise. Varnika blinked rapidly, her heart pounding in her chest, struggling to process the heat of the kiss and the weight of Meghana’s look. 

She was drowning in the aftershocks of the kiss she’d just witnessed, the thrill of it still sparking through her veins.
 
Her lips parted slightly, a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth, unable to suppress the rush that flooded her system. She couldn’t deny the pull it had on her, Meghana’s boldness, the way Abhi had responded. It was intoxicating.
 
Meghana leaned back lazily, her lips still tingling, eyes glinting with mischief as she licked her lower lip slowly, savoring the kiss as if it were a fine wine. She owned the moment.
 
 
Meghana (smirking):
“Unfair?” she echoed with a throaty chuckle, her gaze turning back to Abhi, but still with that knowing edge as she glanced sideways at her sister. “Sweetheart, you asked for a subscription. I’ve been on the premium package for weeks.”
 
Abhi groaned, rubbing his hands over his face in exasperation. “You two are unbelievable.”
 
Varnika, never one to back down, slid closer, her chin gently landing on Abhi’s shoulder as she tilted her head up, her voice sugary sweet, tinged with playful mockery. “Don’t listen to her,” she cooed, her breath warm against his skin. “She’s just jealous I finally got my trial run.”
 
The words rolled off her tongue like honey, yet they were threaded with a thread of challenge, a subtle tension, as though she, too, were staking her claim.
 
Abhi’s eyes were wide with confusion as he looked between the two of them. “Trial run?”
 
Varnika grinned. “Yes!” she chirped, her tone light, but the energy between them was far from innocent. “Think of it like… Netflix. Only with better ratings.”
 
Meghana snorted, taking a leisurely sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving Abhi. “Oh please. If this is Netflix, then I’ve already binge-watched the whole series. Twice. With director’s commentary.”
 
Varnika gasped dramatically, clutching the cushion tighter as if it were a shield against the growing tension. “Abhi! Did you hear that? She’s ruining my experience!”
 
Abhi, visibly rattled, glanced back and forth between them, his frustration palpable. “I didn’t sign up for any of this…”
 
“Shhh.” Both sisters hushed him at the same time, their fingers lightly pressing against his lips in unison. Their laughter overlapped, light and teasing, but beneath it, the air between them thickened with a different kind of charge.
 
As Varnika’s fingers lingered on Abhi’s lips, her touch became almost deliberate, brushing just a little longer than necessary. The warmth of her fingers on his skin was like an invitation, a temptation.
 
Meghana (her voice dropping to a velvety, low murmur):
“Careful, Abhi. If you forget the rules, we’ll have to punish you.”
 
Her breath was warm against his ear, and the way she said “punish” sent a shiver down his spine. There was an undeniable edge in her voice, a promise of something far more intense.
 
“Punish?” Abhi echoed, his voice laced with nervous uncertainty.
 
“Oh yes.” Varnika giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She leaned closer, her lips nearly brushing his ear as she whispered, “Like… forfeits. Truth or dare style.”
 
Meghana’s smile deepened, her eyes dark and gleaming with amusement as she leaned even closer. The heat from her body, the faint perfume she wore, mixed with the wine, creating a heady intoxication in the air.
 
Meghana (her voice a smooth, dangerous whisper):
“Mmm. I like that. Truth or dare, but with… better stakes.” She set her glass aside, leaning just close enough for Abhi to feel the warmth of her breath against his skin. “Tell me, Abhi, if I dared you right now, would you break the tie in my favor?”
 
Varnika’s gasp was soft, but her eyes burned with playful challenge as she swatted at her sister’s arm. “No fair starting without me!”
 
Meghana’s smirk was unrepentant as she turned her head, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Then sit tight, little sister. This is just round one.”
 

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[readersp]

Now Abhi has to give attention to both of them..tricky situation but for sure he is going to enjoy the scenario!!! Not easy but worth every inch!!!

[shailu4ever]

Now Abhi has to give attention to both of them..tricky situation but for sure he is going to enjoy the scenario!!! Not easy but worth every inch!!!

Hi readersp

Thank you for your feedback. 

Warm regards

-- Shailu

[siva05]

Blissful situation for abhi, thanks for slow burning update

[shailu4ever]

Blissful situation for abhi, thanks for slow burning update

Hi Siva

Thank you for your compliments. I am glad you liked it.

This feedback helps me motivated.

Thank you for your support.

With warm regards

-- Shailu

[readersp]

Hoping for new episodes Shailu ji style.. meaning lot of episodes one after the other...Waiting waiting

[shailu4ever]

Hoping for new episodes Shailu ji style.. meaning lot of episodes one after the other...Waiting waiting

Hi readersp

Aww thank you so much for the love and patience! ? Really means a lot. 

I really wish the others also feel like this. 

I’ll be giving an update very soon, stay tuned!

With warm regards

-- Shailu

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Friday Night – Flat 403 Truth or Dare


The room was dimly lit, the amber glow of the lamp spilling warmth over the three of them, casting shadows that danced on the walls. The wine bottle, now half-empty, rested in the center of the coffee table, adding a hint of carefree indulgence to the atmosphere.
 
“Alright,” Meghana announced, her voice low and teasing, eyes glinting with a challenge. She shifted to sit up straighter, her presence suddenly more assertive. “Truth or dare.”
 
Varnika bounced on the couch, clapping her hands excitedly. “Yes! Finally.” Her excitement was infectious, but there was something else there too, a flicker of something mischievous.
 
Abhi groaned, leaning back against the cushions, his hands resting behind his head. “No, no, no… I’m not playing this with you two. Absolutely not.” His voice was exasperated, but it lacked conviction.
 
The sisters exchanged a glance, identical smiles spreading across their faces like conspirators who had already won. Varnika tilted her head to the side, her tone dripping sweetness as she looked at him. “Abhi… you already signed the subscription contract. No backing out.”
 
Meghana leaned in closer, her shoulder brushing lightly against his chest as she spoke, her breath warm against his ear. “And remember… penalties for rule-breakers are severe.” Her nails gently traced down his forearm, a simple touch that sent a wave of electricity through his body.
 
Abhi’s resistance crumbled just a little. “Unbelievable,” he muttered, though a half-smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
 
“Good. You’re in.” Meghana clapped once, her voice decisive, like she had already won. “I’ll start. Abhi, truth or dare?”
 
He exhaled deeply, trying to steady his nerves. “Truth.”
 
“Coward.” Meghana’s smirk was sharp, but there was an edge of something darker in her eyes. “Fine. Then tell us honestly… when I kissed you just now, did it feel better than Varnika’s?”
 
Varnika gasped, scandalized. “Meghana!” She shot her sister a look, but there was a flicker of something else in her eyes—curiosity.
 
Abhi’s eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to protest. “That’s— that’s not a fair question!”
 
“Truth or dare doesn’t do fair,” Meghana purred, her gaze unwavering as she studied him. There was something almost predatory in the way she looked at him, like a cat toying with her prey.
 
Varnika’s hand shot out to shove his shoulder. “Answer, Abhi!” Her voice was playful, but there was a teasing force to it, a challenge he couldn’t escape.
 
He rubbed his temples, groaning. “I’m not answering that—”
 
“Penalty!” the sisters chimed together, their voices harmonizing, almost sing-song.
 
Varnika seized the cushion in her lap, hugging it triumphantly. “Penalty means dare!”
 
Abhi’s pulse quickened, a knot of nerves tightening in his stomach. “Wait, what…”
 
Varnika’s finger pointed dramatically at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I dare you,” she declared, her voice carrying a sense of finality, “to let me sit on your lap for two whole minutes.”
 
Meghana burst into laughter, her voice rich with amusement. “Two minutes? Varnika, you’re being tame.”
 
Varnika stuck out her tongue, completely unbothered. “It’s my dare,” she retorted, her eyes twinkling. “Rules are rules.”
 
Abhi hesitated, his mind racing. “You’re both insane.”
 
But before he could protest any further, Varnika had already moved. With a swift, mischievous hop, she slid into his lap, not sideways as before, but straddling him fully—her body settling directly against his. The action was quick, almost practiced, and suddenly, he had nowhere to look except directly at her.
 
Her skirt rose slightly as she positioned herself, the sudden warmth of her pressed close against him making his throat tighten. Their chests brushed together—soft against firm—with every breath she took, her body shifting against his. From this angle, Varnika’s eyes sparkled down at him, and his gaze was drawn to the teasing curve of her lips, the way her neckline dipped just enough to tease him with a glimpse that made his heart race.
 
“Mm,” she murmured, shifting just slightly, her body brushing against his in an almost deliberate way. Her hands rested lightly on his shoulders, but the touch was so natural, so comfortable, as if she belonged there. “Comfortable,” she announced to Meghana, her voice full of mock authority, though a subtle tremor in her tone betrayed the rush she was feeling. “And he’s surprisingly good at this.”
 
Abhi’s chest tightened as he tried to steady his breathing. Varnika twirled a lock of her hair, her face inches from his as she leaned in, her perfume—soft and sweet—filling his senses. Her thigh brushed against his in a languid, teasing motion, and every small movement she made seemed designed to test him—to see how much heat he could handle before he cracked.
 
Meghana’s eyes darkened, her lips curling into a predatory smile as she leaned back against the arm of the couch. “Enjoy it while you can, baby sister. Your two minutes are ticking.”
 
The seconds felt endless, stretching out like thick syrup, each one drawing them closer to the edge. Abhi fought to keep his composure, but his palms itched to touch her, to anchor himself somewhere—her waist, her back—anywhere to steady himself. But he forced them to remain on the couch, aware of the eyes on him, aware of how much he was being drawn into their game.
 
Varnika noticed the tension, the way his body reacted, and her lips curled into a smile as she leaned closer. Her breath was warm against his ear as she whispered, “You’re not supposed to move… but I didn’t say anything about me.”
 
With that, she shifted again—just a subtle, teasing motion—and it was enough to make him catch his breath. The innocent adjustment held no innocence in her eyes. Her lashes fluttered down, her grin wicked, her gaze daring him to resist.
 
As Meghana’s countdown ended, Abhi was already undone—his self-control hanging by the thinnest thread. The heat between the three of them had already built to an unbearable intensity.
 
The seconds continued to stretch long, time slowing down around them. 

Abhi’s breathing was labored as Varnika twirled a strand of her hair, brushing it gently against his cheek, further testing his resolve.

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[readersp]

Awesome!!!

[shailu4ever]

Awesome!!!

Hi readersp


Thank you, really appreciate your continued support. 

With warm regards

-- Shailu