23-06-2025, 01:44 PM
Wednesday Morning – Day Two of Indoor Yoga: The Breath Between
The rain had come again, soft and persistent—monsoon mist clinging to the windows like a curtain drawn just for them.
The early morning light filtered through sheer dbangs in Meghana’s living room, golden and subdued, casting long shadows across the mat she’d laid out.
A contrast to the tension in the air, a tension that had been simmering since yesterday
Since the moment Meghana’s lips had brushed against his skin
Since the moment his hand had touched her waist.
Meghana was already there, waiting.
She stood with her back to the door, adjusting the hem of her fitted grey yoga shorts.
Her matching ash-blue sports bra cut off just below her ribs,
revealing an ample amount of her breasts and the clean sculpt of her back.
The toned lines of her waist, and the smooth curve of her hips. Her hair was loosely knotted,
A few damp tendrils clinging near the nape of her neck.
As she turned at the sound of the soft knock, her face bloomed into a slow, knowing smile.
Abhi entered the living room, his heart still hammering from the memory of yesterday.
His body felt lighter now, but his mind was heavy with thoughts of her.
But the moment he saw her, bathed in that gentle morning light, barefoot and poised like the goddess of dawn,
his breath faltered for half a second.
She looked at him as he stood there, just on the edge of the room.
No words passed between them.
She didn’t need to say anything.
The air between them spoke enough.
Her gaze moved down to the mat, inviting him silently to join her.
Then, with a lift of her brow and that teasing curve at the corner of her rosy lips,
She said, “Didn’t think you’d show up today.”
The rain had come again, soft and persistent—monsoon mist clinging to the windows like a curtain drawn just for them.
The early morning light filtered through sheer dbangs in Meghana’s living room, golden and subdued, casting long shadows across the mat she’d laid out.
A contrast to the tension in the air, a tension that had been simmering since yesterday
Since the moment Meghana’s lips had brushed against his skin
Since the moment his hand had touched her waist.
Meghana was already there, waiting.
She stood with her back to the door, adjusting the hem of her fitted grey yoga shorts.
Her matching ash-blue sports bra cut off just below her ribs,
revealing an ample amount of her breasts and the clean sculpt of her back.
The toned lines of her waist, and the smooth curve of her hips. Her hair was loosely knotted,
A few damp tendrils clinging near the nape of her neck.
As she turned at the sound of the soft knock, her face bloomed into a slow, knowing smile.
Abhi entered the living room, his heart still hammering from the memory of yesterday.
His body felt lighter now, but his mind was heavy with thoughts of her.
But the moment he saw her, bathed in that gentle morning light, barefoot and poised like the goddess of dawn,
his breath faltered for half a second.
She looked at him as he stood there, just on the edge of the room.
No words passed between them.
She didn’t need to say anything.
The air between them spoke enough.
Her gaze moved down to the mat, inviting him silently to join her.
Then, with a lift of her brow and that teasing curve at the corner of her rosy lips,
She said, “Didn’t think you’d show up today.”
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