14-06-2025, 01:33 AM
The storm inside Meghana
Her pulse throbbed even now.
She rolled over on the mat, then lay on her back, hand stretched above her head.
Tomorrow’s session, she thought.
Partner yoga again.
She’d planned poses
she could physically support him in—more shifts of balance,
more trust-based contact.
She’d feel his weight again...
his breath near her ear...
the quick heat of his skin under her fingers...
Her stomach fluttered.
She was teetering between two lives.
One safe.
One electric.
Her pulse throbbed even now.
She rolled over on the mat, then lay on her back, hand stretched above her head.
Tomorrow’s session, she thought.
Partner yoga again.
She’d planned poses
she could physically support him in—more shifts of balance,
more trust-based contact.
She’d feel his weight again...
his breath near her ear...
the quick heat of his skin under her fingers...
Her stomach fluttered.
She was teetering between two lives.
One safe.
One electric.
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