Adultery The Swamiji: The Ashram of the Sacred Angels

[shailu4ever]

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His words touched something deep inside her, something she had buried for years, the loneliness, the discomfort she had carried. The ache of feeling lost, of being adrift for far too long.
 
"Maybe I’ve been waiting for the wrong kind of change. Maybe this isn’t about me becoming someone better. Maybe it’s about becoming someone less."
 
“Some of you will stay,” Gurujii said, his voice still soft, but now there was an edge to it, something final, as if he already knew what would happen. “Some will leave.
 
Both are acceptable. But if you stay, you must understand: we do not offer you achievement. We offer you dissolution. The world teaches you to become more. We teach you to become less. Until there is only service remaining. Pure, empty, complete.”
 
Ahalya felt the air shift again as his words settled on her like a heavy stone. She didn’t know if she could understand them yet, but she felt them in her bones, the deep, unwavering truth of it.
 
Becoming less... She had spent her life trying to become more, trying to build a self, trying to be someone worthy of being seen. What would it mean, she wondered, to give that up? To dissolve?
 
"What will be left when I am gone? Will I even recognize myself? Or is that the point?"
 
Gurujii stood, and as one, they all stood with him, automatic, like a silent agreement. His presence demanded no less.
 
“You are doing well,” he said, and his eyes landed on Ahalya, his gaze holding her with a softness she had not expected. “Especially you, Ahalya.”
 
Her name. Spoken aloud.
 
It was as if the ground beneath her feet had shifted. A wave of warmth flooded her chest, followed by a swift wave of shame, pride and shame mingling like oil and water. She had been noticed, seen, marked.
 
He had spoken to her, and in that moment, everything felt like it had fallen into place, the words had the weight of something destined, something unavoidable.
 
"Especially me."
 
A part of her felt like she should be proud, but another part, the quieter part, the one she often ignored, whispered that this was not the approval she had sought.
 
She did not yet understand the meaning of his words, but it felt like something was changing inside her, a deep shift she couldn’t name yet.
 
Meera watched from the shadows, a small smile curving on her lips. She had seen this transformation in dozens of women before. The moment when they stopped asking questions and began seeking praise. The moment they became useful.
 
“This was it, she thought to herself. Ahalya was ready for the next stage.”

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