12-06-2025, 04:47 PM
They Begin
They moved through basic poses. Meghana guided him through Tadasana—Mountain Pose—correcting his posture with the lightest touch of her fingertips on his shoulders.
“Stand tall, Abhi. Shoulders back... no, not stiff.” She stepped behind him, her palms brushing gently along the sides of his ribs. “Breathe into here. Expand.”
He inhaled.
Her touch lingered a beat longer than necessary. The warmth of her hands, the scent of her skin—faint sandalwood, sun, and something distinctly her—coiled in his chest like heat.
Next was Adho Mukha Svanasana—Downward-Facing Dog.
He struggled, his hands slipping slightly.
Meghana crouched beside him, her face close to his. “You’re holding too much tension in your shoulders.”
“You think?”
“I know.” She laughed softly. “Let me help.”
She placed her hands on his hips—light but firm—and gently tilted them upward and moved her hands to his waist.
“Someone is hiding 6 pack inside” a small smile playing at her lips, she said with a smirk
His breath caught with her touch. Her hands lingered longer than required tracing his waist.
The contact was subtle, but intimate. Her thumbs brushed the waistband of his shirt as she adjusted him, and for a second, he didn’t know if he could hold the pose or his composure.
“There,” she murmured. “Now you're in the shape of an inverted V... sexy and awkward. Good combo.”
He glanced at her from under his arm, grinning. “So I’ve been told.”
They moved through basic poses. Meghana guided him through Tadasana—Mountain Pose—correcting his posture with the lightest touch of her fingertips on his shoulders.
“Stand tall, Abhi. Shoulders back... no, not stiff.” She stepped behind him, her palms brushing gently along the sides of his ribs. “Breathe into here. Expand.”
He inhaled.
Her touch lingered a beat longer than necessary. The warmth of her hands, the scent of her skin—faint sandalwood, sun, and something distinctly her—coiled in his chest like heat.
Next was Adho Mukha Svanasana—Downward-Facing Dog.
He struggled, his hands slipping slightly.
Meghana crouched beside him, her face close to his. “You’re holding too much tension in your shoulders.”
“You think?”
“I know.” She laughed softly. “Let me help.”
She placed her hands on his hips—light but firm—and gently tilted them upward and moved her hands to his waist.
“Someone is hiding 6 pack inside” a small smile playing at her lips, she said with a smirk
His breath caught with her touch. Her hands lingered longer than required tracing his waist.
The contact was subtle, but intimate. Her thumbs brushed the waistband of his shirt as she adjusted him, and for a second, he didn’t know if he could hold the pose or his composure.
“There,” she murmured. “Now you're in the shape of an inverted V... sexy and awkward. Good combo.”
He glanced at her from under his arm, grinning. “So I’ve been told.”
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