Adultery Antarvasana: The Forbidden Fire – *** Varnika's First Surrender ***

[shailu4ever]

 
Friday Night – The Restless Hours
 
Abhi shut the door of his flat behind him, the latch clicking louder than it should have in the quiet corridor. His chest was still tight, his breath uneven, as though he had run a mile instead of simply walking down one flight of stairs. The taste of two different kisses lingered on his lips, faint but insistent, like sparks that refused to fade even when the fire was gone. He dropped his keys on the table with a clatter and pressed his palms hard against his face, trying to smother the rush inside him.
 
It had been close. Too close. He could still hear their laughter ringing in his ears, light and teasing, layered with the unspoken tension that had finally slipped out from beneath the surface. Truth or Dare, what started as a game had cut through every boundary, leaving them standing on an edge that none of them had planned for but all of them had felt coming.
 
The memory tightened his throat. Varnika’s boldness, her lips on his without hesitation, fueled by some reckless need to prove herself. Meghana’s calm, deliberate kiss, slower, more intense, as though marking her territory in silence. It was madness. Beautiful, dangerous madness. And yet, just as the night seemed ready to unravel into something none of them could take back, reality intruded, Varun was on his way back. Meghana’s husband.
 
That one fact had snapped Abhi into control like a bucket of cold water. He had left 403 with a polite smile and a half-hearted excuse about early work, though the truth was simpler: he couldn’t risk being there when Varun returned. Not when the air was still thick with the heat of what they had just done.
 
Now, in the stillness of his own flat, the contrast hit him hard. The faint hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen, the low whir of the ceiling fan above, mundane sounds that usually comforted him, now felt hollow, like echoes inside an empty shell. His body still carried the warmth of their nearness, and yet here he was, surrounded by silence.
 
Abhi sank onto the sofa, elbows on his knees, tilting his head back until it rested against the cushion. His eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling but his mind kept replaying every detail, the curve of Meghana’s smirk when Varnika dared him, the quickened beat of Varnika’s pulse beneath his fingers, the way both of them had looked at him when the line was finally crossed.
 
He rubbed his face with both hands, groaning softly. He wasn’t a boy anymore, but right now he felt like one, restless, feverish, and completely unable to sort through the mess of emotions clawing at him. Desire, guilt, exhilaration, fear, everything tangled together.
 
His phone lay beside him, screen dark, untouched. He didn’t dare open it. Not yet. Not when every part of him was still humming with the memory of their closeness, their eyes, their words. Part of him wanted to throw it across the room and shut himself off, but another part, a larger, undeniable part, was waiting. Waiting to see if they would reach for him even after he walked away.
 
He leaned back, exhaling long and slow, staring at the ceiling as though it could give him answers. But there were none, only the echo of his own heartbeat and the faint memory of two women’s laughter, women who shouldn’t want him, and yet very clearly did.
 
And Abhi knew, deep down, that this was only the beginning.

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