Adultery Antarvasana: The Forbidden Fire – *** Varnika's First Surrender ***
Meghana (softly):
“Wow...”

 
The word lingered, sweet and thick in the air, dripping with satisfaction and unspoken desire. Meghana wasn’t just impressed, she was basking in it, claiming the moment as hers, and Varnika felt the shift.
 
Her pulse quickened in response, and her body tightened with a strange, intoxicating mixture of jealousy and something darker, more yearning.
 
But Meghana wasn’t finished. She pulled back just enough to break the kiss’s intense hold, her smile wicked, her eyes flicking toward Varnika. The sight was deliberate, a challenge laid out plainly.
 
Varnika was still sitting nearby, eyes wide, glued to the intimacy she’d just witnessed,and Meghana knew it. She could practically taste the tension as she turned her gaze to her sister, the smile curling into something more devious. A smirk that said: I dare you to break this spell.
 
Meghana (soft, almost purring):
“Definitely worth it, Varnika. Way worth it.”

 
The words hung between them, a taunt, a promise. Varnika blinked rapidly, her heart pounding in her chest, struggling to process the heat of the kiss and the weight of Meghana’s look. 

She was drowning in the aftershocks of the kiss she’d just witnessed, the thrill of it still sparking through her veins.
 
Her lips parted slightly, a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth, unable to suppress the rush that flooded her system. She couldn’t deny the pull it had on her, Meghana’s boldness, the way Abhi had responded. It was intoxicating.
 
Meghana leaned back lazily, her lips still tingling, eyes glinting with mischief as she licked her lower lip slowly, savoring the kiss as if it were a fine wine. She owned the moment.
 
 
Meghana (smirking):
“Unfair?” she echoed with a throaty chuckle, her gaze turning back to Abhi, but still with that knowing edge as she glanced sideways at her sister. “Sweetheart, you asked for a subscription. I’ve been on the premium package for weeks.”

 
Abhi groaned, rubbing his hands over his face in exasperation. “You two are unbelievable.”
 
Varnika, never one to back down, slid closer, her chin gently landing on Abhi’s shoulder as she tilted her head up, her voice sugary sweet, tinged with playful mockery. “Don’t listen to her,” she cooed, her breath warm against his skin. “She’s just jealous I finally got my trial run.”
 
The words rolled off her tongue like honey, yet they were threaded with a thread of challenge, a subtle tension, as though she, too, were staking her claim.
 
Abhi’s eyes were wide with confusion as he looked between the two of them. “Trial run?”
 
Varnika grinned. “Yes!” she chirped, her tone light, but the energy between them was far from innocent. “Think of it like… Netflix. Only with better ratings.”
 
Meghana snorted, taking a leisurely sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving Abhi. “Oh please. If this is Netflix, then I’ve already binge-watched the whole series. Twice. With director’s commentary.”
 
Varnika gasped dramatically, clutching the cushion tighter as if it were a shield against the growing tension. “Abhi! Did you hear that? She’s ruining my experience!”
 
Abhi, visibly rattled, glanced back and forth between them, his frustration palpable. “I didn’t sign up for any of this…”
 
“Shhh.” Both sisters hushed him at the same time, their fingers lightly pressing against his lips in unison. Their laughter overlapped, light and teasing, but beneath it, the air between them thickened with a different kind of charge.
 
As Varnika’s fingers lingered on Abhi’s lips, her touch became almost deliberate, brushing just a little longer than necessary. The warmth of her fingers on his skin was like an invitation, a temptation.
 
Meghana (her voice dropping to a velvety, low murmur):
“Careful, Abhi. If you forget the rules, we’ll have to punish you.”

 
Her breath was warm against his ear, and the way she said “punish” sent a shiver down his spine. There was an undeniable edge in her voice, a promise of something far more intense.
 
“Punish?” Abhi echoed, his voice laced with nervous uncertainty.
 
“Oh yes.” Varnika giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She leaned closer, her lips nearly brushing his ear as she whispered, “Like… forfeits. Truth or dare style.”
 
Meghana’s smile deepened, her eyes dark and gleaming with amusement as she leaned even closer. The heat from her body, the faint perfume she wore, mixed with the wine, creating a heady intoxication in the air.
 
Meghana (her voice a smooth, dangerous whisper):
“Mmm. I like that. Truth or dare, but with… better stakes.” She set her glass aside, leaning just close enough for Abhi to feel the warmth of her breath against his skin. “Tell me, Abhi, if I dared you right now, would you break the tie in my favor?”

 
Varnika’s gasp was soft, but her eyes burned with playful challenge as she swatted at her sister’s arm. “No fair starting without me!”
 
Meghana’s smirk was unrepentant as she turned her head, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Then sit tight, little sister. This is just round one.”
 



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