23-06-2025, 04:33 PM
“I needed the stretch,” he said, managing a dry smile, trying to ignore the heat rising inside him.
But he wasn’t just here for the stretch, and they both knew it.
“Or maybe you needed something else?” she said lightly, turning away before he could answer
Giving him a view of her graceful back as she walked to the far edge of the mat. “Let’s begin.”
She always led, but today her movements felt slower—more fluid, more deliberate.
Almost like a dance.
And Abhi, still holding onto the charged memory of Monday’s touch and the subtle tension of the dinner with both sisters
Felt himself drawn deeper than before.
Without speaking, Meghana reached for his hands
Her fingers warm against his cold skin.
She tugged him toward her, guiding him to kneel in front of her.
She sat back on her knees, her hands resting gently on his shoulders, guiding him into position.
Her touch was deliberate, like she was testing him, pulling him into her orbit.
“Today,” she said softly, her voice low and steady, “we will twist.”
He nodded, his throat tight. “Twist?”
Her smile was teasing.
Just a hint of something more in her eyes. “Yes. But not the way you think. We twist… to bind. To connect.”
He swallowed, the weight of her words lingering in the air.
This wasn’t just a yoga pose.
This was something else.
This was a way to feel each other, to intertwine, to find closeness beyond what the body could articulate.
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But he wasn’t just here for the stretch, and they both knew it.
“Or maybe you needed something else?” she said lightly, turning away before he could answer
Giving him a view of her graceful back as she walked to the far edge of the mat. “Let’s begin.”
She always led, but today her movements felt slower—more fluid, more deliberate.
Almost like a dance.
And Abhi, still holding onto the charged memory of Monday’s touch and the subtle tension of the dinner with both sisters
Felt himself drawn deeper than before.
Without speaking, Meghana reached for his hands
Her fingers warm against his cold skin.
She tugged him toward her, guiding him to kneel in front of her.
She sat back on her knees, her hands resting gently on his shoulders, guiding him into position.
Her touch was deliberate, like she was testing him, pulling him into her orbit.
“Today,” she said softly, her voice low and steady, “we will twist.”
He nodded, his throat tight. “Twist?”
Her smile was teasing.
Just a hint of something more in her eyes. “Yes. But not the way you think. We twist… to bind. To connect.”
He swallowed, the weight of her words lingering in the air.
This wasn’t just a yoga pose.
This was something else.
This was a way to feel each other, to intertwine, to find closeness beyond what the body could articulate.
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