14-06-2025, 05:30 AM
Meghana’s Feelings
As they gently separated from the close fold, Meghana moved her hands to her knees and drew in a steady breath.
But nothing about her breath felt steady.
The closeness of Abhi’s body still lingered against her skin—the heat of his thigh brushing hers, the softness of his fingers resting over hers, how naturally his back had curved toward her when she leaned forward.
The physical connection had been simple in form, but the silence between them...
It wasn’t empty.
It was charged.
A hum stretched just beneath it, just beneath her.
She hadn’t meant for the pose to feel that intimate.
Or maybe, she admitted silently, she had.
He hadn’t pulled away. Not once.
He’d moved with her, allowed the rhythm between them to build.
And when their heads had come close—almost brushing foreheads in the forward bend—she felt it: that flicker of vulnerability in his eyes.
The way he looked at her like he didn’t want to look away.
And she hadn’t wanted to either.
As they gently separated from the close fold, Meghana moved her hands to her knees and drew in a steady breath.
But nothing about her breath felt steady.
The closeness of Abhi’s body still lingered against her skin—the heat of his thigh brushing hers, the softness of his fingers resting over hers, how naturally his back had curved toward her when she leaned forward.
The physical connection had been simple in form, but the silence between them...
It wasn’t empty.
It was charged.
A hum stretched just beneath it, just beneath her.
She hadn’t meant for the pose to feel that intimate.
Or maybe, she admitted silently, she had.
He hadn’t pulled away. Not once.
He’d moved with her, allowed the rhythm between them to build.
And when their heads had come close—almost brushing foreheads in the forward bend—she felt it: that flicker of vulnerability in his eyes.
The way he looked at her like he didn’t want to look away.
And she hadn’t wanted to either.
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