14-06-2025, 03:26 AM
The Morning After – Partner Yoga – The Final Poses
The terrace had changed overnight—not just polished by rain, but transformed by atmosphere.
The air felt thick with possibility: wet stone warmed by the rising sun, jasmine vines dripping beads of moisture like tiny jewels, and something electric lingering in every breath.
It was as if the rain had washed everything clean except the chemistry left between them.
Abhi arrived early, noticing how the fresh air tasted sweeter than usual.
His heart thrummed in his chest—anticipation or something else, he couldn’t be sure.
His favorite workout tee—the one Meghana had teased him for in the gym—clung to his shoulders.
He’d chosen it deliberately, remembering the look she’d given him, admiring without quite saying it.
He slung her gift mat under his arm, inhaling the familiar trace of sandalwood and rain.
He unrolled the mat with a calm he didn’t feel. His gaze drifted to the stairwell, and he wondered if her presence could change everything again.
And then—there she was.
She stepped into the light like a promise.
Her ponytail bounced in rhythm with her confident stride, the burgundy leggings hugging every curve—enough to set his whole body alert.
That black crop top: short,
just short enough to tempt the view, revealing her sculpted stomach and the elegant line down her torso.
He caught a flash of her hip, and warmth pooled low in his stomach.
She knew exactly what she was doing, and he was captivated.
She paused beside his mat, unrolling hers with a quiet grace.
“You’re early today,” she said, voice soft, teasing.
He let the moment stretch. “I wanted extra time,” he managed, sliding his gaze to hers.
Her eyes glinted. “We’ll see about that,” she replied, lips curving—but there was promise in the way she said it.
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The terrace had changed overnight—not just polished by rain, but transformed by atmosphere.
The air felt thick with possibility: wet stone warmed by the rising sun, jasmine vines dripping beads of moisture like tiny jewels, and something electric lingering in every breath.
It was as if the rain had washed everything clean except the chemistry left between them.
Abhi arrived early, noticing how the fresh air tasted sweeter than usual.
His heart thrummed in his chest—anticipation or something else, he couldn’t be sure.
His favorite workout tee—the one Meghana had teased him for in the gym—clung to his shoulders.
He’d chosen it deliberately, remembering the look she’d given him, admiring without quite saying it.
He slung her gift mat under his arm, inhaling the familiar trace of sandalwood and rain.
He unrolled the mat with a calm he didn’t feel. His gaze drifted to the stairwell, and he wondered if her presence could change everything again.
And then—there she was.
She stepped into the light like a promise.
Her ponytail bounced in rhythm with her confident stride, the burgundy leggings hugging every curve—enough to set his whole body alert.
That black crop top: short,
just short enough to tempt the view, revealing her sculpted stomach and the elegant line down her torso.
He caught a flash of her hip, and warmth pooled low in his stomach.
She knew exactly what she was doing, and he was captivated.
She paused beside his mat, unrolling hers with a quiet grace.
“You’re early today,” she said, voice soft, teasing.
He let the moment stretch. “I wanted extra time,” he managed, sliding his gaze to hers.
Her eyes glinted. “We’ll see about that,” she replied, lips curving—but there was promise in the way she said it.
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