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

[siva_reddy32]

Hi ,
Who told you this is your first story?

Because I refuse to believe it.
Not with the way you write,
not with the way your thoughts unfold,
not with the way romance flows through your characters
as if it has lived inside you for years.
A first story usually walks with trembling steps…
but yours walks with grace.
A first story usually searches for its voice…
but yours speaks in a clear, confident tone.
A first story usually hesitates…
but yours breathes like something that has been waiting,
ripening quietly inside you.
It feels as though your mind was full—
overflowing, in fact—
and now that inner reservoir has finally found a doorway,
spilling itself onto the digital page
with maturity, clarity, and tenderness.

These are not the words of a beginner.
These are thoughts that have been
grown, shaped, seasoned,
long before they ever met the keyboard.

And the romance you created…
it reminded me of a sculptor—
standing before a block of stone,
chiseling gently, piece by piece,
not rushing, not forcing,
trusting the figure hidden inside.
Days, months, patience, precision…
until the sculpture finally reveals itself
in full beauty.
That is how your romance unfolded.
Slow.
Steady.
Measured.
Organic.
Growing in the middle like a blooming flower,
and finishing with a completeness
that only skill can achieve.

So forgive me,
but I simply cannot accept this as your first story.

And tell me—
how does one person stand on four platforms(different stories) at once?
How does one mind weave four worlds simultaneously?
It is almost magical.
Almost yogic.
The English word ubiquitous tries to fit,
but even that falls short of what you are doing.
There is something more in your writing—
a presence that lingers,
a touch that moves across stories
as if you live inside each one at the same time.
This story is flowing beautifully.

Your craft is alive,
your imagination steady,
your pen confident.

Keep writing like this.
Keep surprising us.
Keep growing into the writer
you already are.
I am expecting much more from you—
and not out of pressure,
but out of admiration.
Siva