23-06-2025, 07:19 PM
Abhi’s Emotional Turmoil:
Abhi sat still, his breath still shallow, his body trembling slightly from the intensity of the pose.
The weight of Meghana’s body on his had felt like more than just a physical presence.
It had been an emotional embrace, a quiet, unspoken connection that had left him raw, exposed.
His chest rose and fell with every breath, his body still humming with the memory of her touch.
He couldn’t help but feel a strange emptiness now that she had pulled away
As if something in him had shifted, opened up, and now, he was left with an ache.
His hands still tingled from where they had touched her—soft, warm, firm against his waist.
He could still feel the weight of her breath against his skin
The gentle pressure of her body against his, and the quiet whisper of her voice in his ear.
He wasn’t sure what to do with this feeling.
It was unlike anything he had experienced before—both a sense of release and a hunger for more.
The tension between them was unbearable now, and yet, it felt like a necessary step.
A slow burn, leading them somewhere neither of them had fully acknowledged yet.
He turned slightly to look at her,
finding her calm,
composed,
yet there was something in her eyes, something he couldn’t quite name.
“I’m ready for the next one,” he whispered, his voice strained, but determined.
Meghana smiled, her eyes warm and knowing, but there was a slight curve of mischief in her lips.
She said nothing.
She didn’t need to.
It was clear that this was just the beginning.
Abhi sat still, his breath still shallow, his body trembling slightly from the intensity of the pose.
The weight of Meghana’s body on his had felt like more than just a physical presence.
It had been an emotional embrace, a quiet, unspoken connection that had left him raw, exposed.
His chest rose and fell with every breath, his body still humming with the memory of her touch.
He couldn’t help but feel a strange emptiness now that she had pulled away
As if something in him had shifted, opened up, and now, he was left with an ache.
His hands still tingled from where they had touched her—soft, warm, firm against his waist.
He could still feel the weight of her breath against his skin
The gentle pressure of her body against his, and the quiet whisper of her voice in his ear.
He wasn’t sure what to do with this feeling.
It was unlike anything he had experienced before—both a sense of release and a hunger for more.
The tension between them was unbearable now, and yet, it felt like a necessary step.
A slow burn, leading them somewhere neither of them had fully acknowledged yet.
He turned slightly to look at her,
finding her calm,
composed,
yet there was something in her eyes, something he couldn’t quite name.
“I’m ready for the next one,” he whispered, his voice strained, but determined.
Meghana smiled, her eyes warm and knowing, but there was a slight curve of mischief in her lips.
She said nothing.
She didn’t need to.
It was clear that this was just the beginning.
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