13-06-2025, 11:31 AM
Morning Two continued - Balance Poses Begin
They started slowly, but today Meghana kept close. Closer than yesterday.
In Eagle Pose
She wrapped her arms around his from behind to demonstrate the motion. Her breath was warm against the back of his neck.
“Loosen here,” she whispered, gently guiding his elbows down. Her hands were on his forearms, but he could feel the shape of her against his back—the soft curve of her chest brushing his shoulder blades, her hip lightly grazing his.
He forgot the pose entirely.
“Focus,” she murmured with a grin in her voice, as if she could feel his distraction through the tension in his arms.
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Next came Warrior III.
“Now, balance on one leg. Tilt forward from your hips, arms straight. Like a plane,” she said, walking around him. “Don’t worry if you tip—I’ll catch you.”
He tilted forward, stretching, trying to stay stable.
Then—inevitably—he wobbled.
She was there in an instant.
Her hands came to his waist, firm, steadying him. Fingers splayed on either side of his lower abdomen. Her thumbs grazed just under his shirt. The contact shot a slow heat through his core.
Soft touch of her hands on his lower abdomen, made him shiver. She could feel his shiver
“Keep your spine long,” she said. Her voice had dropped slightly. Softer. Breathier.
“I... I’m trying.”
“I know.” She let her hands linger a few seconds too long before stepping back. “You’re tense.”
“You think?”
She laughed and moved to face him again. “It’s okay. Your body’s not used to this. It takes time to open.”
Her eyes locked on his.
“Physically, I mean,” she added—though the words hung heavier in the air than they needed to.
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The Moment
As they moved into Half Moon Pose, Meghana positioned herself directly beside him.
“Now shift your weight. Extend your arm, lift one leg... yes... good.”
He wobbled again.
She stepped closer—too close—her hand cupping the side of his thigh, guiding it higher, while the other pressed lightly against his side for support.
Her face was right next to his now, eyes focused, lips parted slightly from the breath.
Their skin nearly touched.
He didn’t move. Neither did she.
The moment pulsed between them. Silent. Alive.
His leg trembled—not from the pose, but from the nearness of her.
“You’re doing well,” she said, quietly. Her gaze flicked to his lips, then quickly away. “Better than yesterday.”
“You make it hard to concentrate,” he said before he could stop himself.
She didn’t answer at first. Just smiled faintly. Then whispered, “Good.”
And she stepped back.
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Winding Down
They ended in Seated Forward Fold—legs stretched, backs long.
Meghana sat beside him, her knee brushing his.
“You surprised me,” she said softly, reaching for her towel. “You’ve got good body awareness.”
“Thanks,” he said, voice low. “Not sure how much of that is yoga. Might be... proximity.”
She smiled but didn’t pull away. “Same thing, sometimes.”
They sat in silence, their bodies still warm, the space between them not quite empty.
Finally, she turned to him.
“Tomorrow... we’ll do partner poses. If you’re up for it.”
He met her eyes.
“I’m in.”
She stood, mat under her arm, then paused—leaned in just a bit, her voice like velvet.
“Just wear something I can work with.”
And with that, she disappeared into the stairwell—again leaving Abhi full of heat, breathless, and already aching for morning.
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They started slowly, but today Meghana kept close. Closer than yesterday.
In Eagle Pose
She wrapped her arms around his from behind to demonstrate the motion. Her breath was warm against the back of his neck.
“Loosen here,” she whispered, gently guiding his elbows down. Her hands were on his forearms, but he could feel the shape of her against his back—the soft curve of her chest brushing his shoulder blades, her hip lightly grazing his.
He forgot the pose entirely.
“Focus,” she murmured with a grin in her voice, as if she could feel his distraction through the tension in his arms.
________________________________________
Next came Warrior III.
“Now, balance on one leg. Tilt forward from your hips, arms straight. Like a plane,” she said, walking around him. “Don’t worry if you tip—I’ll catch you.”
He tilted forward, stretching, trying to stay stable.
Then—inevitably—he wobbled.
She was there in an instant.
Her hands came to his waist, firm, steadying him. Fingers splayed on either side of his lower abdomen. Her thumbs grazed just under his shirt. The contact shot a slow heat through his core.
Soft touch of her hands on his lower abdomen, made him shiver. She could feel his shiver
“Keep your spine long,” she said. Her voice had dropped slightly. Softer. Breathier.
“I... I’m trying.”
“I know.” She let her hands linger a few seconds too long before stepping back. “You’re tense.”
“You think?”
She laughed and moved to face him again. “It’s okay. Your body’s not used to this. It takes time to open.”
Her eyes locked on his.
“Physically, I mean,” she added—though the words hung heavier in the air than they needed to.
________________________________________
The Moment
As they moved into Half Moon Pose, Meghana positioned herself directly beside him.
“Now shift your weight. Extend your arm, lift one leg... yes... good.”
He wobbled again.
She stepped closer—too close—her hand cupping the side of his thigh, guiding it higher, while the other pressed lightly against his side for support.
Her face was right next to his now, eyes focused, lips parted slightly from the breath.
Their skin nearly touched.
He didn’t move. Neither did she.
The moment pulsed between them. Silent. Alive.
His leg trembled—not from the pose, but from the nearness of her.
“You’re doing well,” she said, quietly. Her gaze flicked to his lips, then quickly away. “Better than yesterday.”
“You make it hard to concentrate,” he said before he could stop himself.
She didn’t answer at first. Just smiled faintly. Then whispered, “Good.”
And she stepped back.
________________________________________
Winding Down
They ended in Seated Forward Fold—legs stretched, backs long.
Meghana sat beside him, her knee brushing his.
“You surprised me,” she said softly, reaching for her towel. “You’ve got good body awareness.”
“Thanks,” he said, voice low. “Not sure how much of that is yoga. Might be... proximity.”
She smiled but didn’t pull away. “Same thing, sometimes.”
They sat in silence, their bodies still warm, the space between them not quite empty.
Finally, she turned to him.
“Tomorrow... we’ll do partner poses. If you’re up for it.”
He met her eyes.
“I’m in.”
She stood, mat under her arm, then paused—leaned in just a bit, her voice like velvet.
“Just wear something I can work with.”
And with that, she disappeared into the stairwell—again leaving Abhi full of heat, breathless, and already aching for morning.
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