Adultery The Swamiji: The Ashram of the Sacred Angels

[shailu4ever]

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Ahalya let out a slow exhale, her shoulders dropping just a little.
 
“The sky. Just watch them pass. Let them move through me.”
 
Minutes seemed to stretch and collapse in on themselves. Twenty minutes? Forty? Time felt like a distant concept here.
 
The silence around her became so thick it was almost tangible, as though the air itself had weight. Ahalya felt herself sinking into it, her breath growing deeper, slower.
 
Time stretched.
 
Her legs began to ache. Then numb. Sensation faded until her body felt distant, abstract. She floated somewhere between awareness and surrender.
 
Finally, Meera rang a small bell. Its sound was sharp, but soft, breaking the stillness. Ahalya’s legs were numb, her body heavy from the stillness, and for a moment, she couldn’t move.
 
But the Sevakis around her rose with perfect coordination, their movements fluid and unhurried. Ahalya followed, feeling the pins and needles shoot through her calves as she stood, clumsy and unbalanced.
 
“New sisters, please stay,” Meera said, her tone unchanged. The hall emptied until only Ahalya, Kavya, and three other new girls remained. The quiet between them felt heavy, like an unspoken agreement to remain in this space, still and undisturbed.
 
Meera smiled, her expression warm and measuring.
 
“That smile... it’s like she’s seeing something in us.”
“Something we don’t see in ourselves.”
"Why does it feel like she sees more than I’ve shown?"
 
Ahalya felt an odd weight in her chest, as if Meera’s gaze was pressing against her, pulling something from her, something she hadn’t even known was there.
 
“Well done,” Meera said softly, her voice a balm to the tension in the room. "You have begun the first step. To unlearn everything you think you know about yourself. You are not who you were when you arrived. You are becoming something else. Something new.”
 
Ahalya stood there for a moment, taking in the weight of her words. She felt the truth of them settle inside her, heavy and unyielding. She wasn’t sure what she was becoming yet, but she felt something shifting, like the quiet pulse of the earth beneath her feet, pulling her deeper into its rhythm.
 
“I am becoming something new.”
 
Kavya shifted beside her, her hands trembling slightly. She glanced at Ahalya, her eyes wide with uncertainty. "What now?" Ahalya’s gaze softened. She didn’t have an answer. Not yet. But something told her that the Ashram had already begun its work on her, and there was no going back.
 
The silence lingered, and the other new girls stood motionless, waiting. The Ashram, it seemed, was waiting too.

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