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

[siva05]

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[shailu4ever]

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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]

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[shailu4ever]

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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