Adultery The Swamiji: The Ashram of the Sacred Angels

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Ahalya felt the weight of their freedom.
 
Her hands shook slightly as she undressed, her fingers brushing her skin, feeling the slight prickling heat of it beneath her touch.
 
Her body felt delicate, exposed, as though the air itself could trace the outline of every curve. She pulled her kurta and salwar away, her body momentarily bare to the world around her.
 
For a brief second, everything tightened, her skin seemed to hum, alive beneath her own gaze, as if it were a separate entity, stretching and pulling to be seen.
 
She stood still for a moment, her chest rising, lifting in a small inhale, feeling something ancient stir in her. There was the soft curve of her waist, the long lines of her arms, the sway of her hips that she had always felt shy of but never truly noticed until now.
 
The way her body seemed to fit the moment, natural, inevitable, made her hesitate, caught somewhere between discomfort and awe.
 
Ahalya’s reflection on herself was fleeting, and soon her gaze turned toward the others. For the first time, she truly saw them, not as fleeting faces or nameless bodies, but as living, breathing women, wrapped in their own quiet beauty.
 
There was Kavya, standing slightly apart, her features delicate and youthful, her body soft with uncertainty. Her bare skin was pale and unmarked, the slight curve of her shoulders almost fragile in the golden light, as if she might break under its touch.
 
But it was not just her body Ahalya noticed, it was the way Kavya moved, the small hesitation in her every gesture. It made Ahalya pause, a quiet ache stirring deep within her, something unfamiliar she couldn’t name.
 
Then her gaze drifted to another girl, the one with the long dark hair.
 
Her body was a study in delicate refinement, a silhouette that seemed to flow effortlessly, with elegant lines that held a quiet strength.
 
There was something natural about the way her form moved, as though every curve, every contour had been shaped with purpose. She was slender, but her slenderness was not sharp; it was graceful, like the curve of a branch reaching toward the sun.  

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