20-06-2025, 02:03 AM
The Fall Into Heat: Back-to-Back Chair Pose (Indoor Edition)
Meghana asked him to step aside for a minute.
The morning light filtered in through the sheer curtains—softening everything, including the tension in Abhi’s chest.
She removed both yoga mats and put them in the corner on the floor, she gestured beyond it.
“No mat today,” she murmured. “We don’t need it for the remaining Poses.”
She was barefoot now, her deep wine-colored leggings hugging every curve like they’d been painted on.
The sports bra she wore ended just below her ribs—bold.
Minimal
the kind that offered enough coverage for yoga but little else for distraction.
Or rather, it invited it.
The smooth stretch of her back, the dip of her waist, the toned swell of her hips as she moved—all of it whispered confidence and something more.
She walked past him—close, so close he caught a whiff of coconut and sandalwood—and stood with her back facing his.
“Back-to-back, but in a chair pose,” she said, tilting her head. “You ready?”
He nodded.
But she smiled knowingly—she saw the flicker of hesitation in his eyes.
That mix of curiosity and something more urgent.
“Press your back into mine, just like before” she instructed softly. “Firmly. I want to feel you.”
He stepped closer, nervous heat rising as he aligned his spine with hers.
Their backs met—warmth against warmth again, the perfect contact of two bodies learning to lean.
“There…” she murmured, her voice a low hum in his ear. “Feel that? That’s your anchor.”
Abhi swallowed.
Meghana asked him to step aside for a minute.
The morning light filtered in through the sheer curtains—softening everything, including the tension in Abhi’s chest.
She removed both yoga mats and put them in the corner on the floor, she gestured beyond it.
“No mat today,” she murmured. “We don’t need it for the remaining Poses.”
She was barefoot now, her deep wine-colored leggings hugging every curve like they’d been painted on.
The sports bra she wore ended just below her ribs—bold.
Minimal
the kind that offered enough coverage for yoga but little else for distraction.
Or rather, it invited it.
The smooth stretch of her back, the dip of her waist, the toned swell of her hips as she moved—all of it whispered confidence and something more.
She walked past him—close, so close he caught a whiff of coconut and sandalwood—and stood with her back facing his.
“Back-to-back, but in a chair pose,” she said, tilting her head. “You ready?”
He nodded.
But she smiled knowingly—she saw the flicker of hesitation in his eyes.
That mix of curiosity and something more urgent.
“Press your back into mine, just like before” she instructed softly. “Firmly. I want to feel you.”
He stepped closer, nervous heat rising as he aligned his spine with hers.
Their backs met—warmth against warmth again, the perfect contact of two bodies learning to lean.
“There…” she murmured, her voice a low hum in his ear. “Feel that? That’s your anchor.”
Abhi swallowed.
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