Adultery The Swamiji: The Ashram of the Sacred Angels

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She found herself watching Kavya more and more, noticing the way her shoulders slumped as if the weight of the Ashram’s silence was bearing down on her.
 
The distance between Kavya and the rest of them grew with each passing day, until it felt as though she were a ghost among the living, a specter who had never truly belonged here.
 
It was early morning when the change first rippled through the Ashram.
 
The sky outside still held a faint bruise of twilight, the air cool and soft as it passed through the open windows of the dormitory.
 
Ahalya awoke with the strange, heavy sensation of a new day weighing down on her chest, like a secret, still too unformed to grasp.
 
She rose from the mat slowly, stretching her body into the familiar rhythm, each motion measured, deliberate, as if she were part of the Ashram itself, woven into its fabric of stillness.
 
But something felt different today.
 
The air seemed denser, the forest outside louder, as though the trees themselves were speaking in a language she could not yet understand.
 
She stepped quietly into the courtyard, her bare feet making no sound against the cool stone path.
 
The garden, which was always serene, now seemed tense, as though waiting for something to unfold.
 
The pale stone walls of the Ashram stood firm and unmoving, but in their stillness, there was a subtle unease, an energy that hinted at something unseen, something shifting just out of view.
 
The other Sevakis moved in their familiar routines, each one absorbed in the silent choreography that defined this place.
 
Their gazes were steady, their bodies unhurried, but Ahalya noticed the whispers that passed between them—those fleeting exchanges, those glances that lingered too long, eyes that darted away before they could be caught.
 
The silence that greeted her felt different today too. Hushed, thick.
 
As she continued through the courtyard, the stillness grew more pronounced, more oppressive.
 
The air felt full of questions, though none of them could be voiced.
 
Everything was holding its breath.
 
Then, she saw Meera.

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