[shailu4ever]

Abhi’s breath hitched.

Then, slowly...

Meghana tilted her head back

Just enough that the curve of her temple hovered near his jawline

Her neck exposed like a line drawn in invitation.

“Hold me,” she said, low and quiet.

He didn’t ask how.

He simply moved.

Abhi’s arms slid forward and under hers

His forearms brushing beneath her lifted elbows.

He curved them across her chest, never forcefully, just a slow, secure wrap

Palms meeting just above her heart.

Her hands lifted, fingers closing gently over his.

He could feel her pulse through their touch.

Her body leaned into his now

Spine arching against his torso

The softness of her back pressing through his shirt

And her hips angling slightly forward as she settled into the pose.

His legs bracketed hers

For a moment, it felt less like yoga and more like being caught inside a living sculpture

Bodies folded together by memory and fire.

They sat like that.

Stillness.

Just breath.