Adultery The Swamiji: The Ashram of the Sacred Angels

[shailu4ever]

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Meera was standing by the door to the central hall, her posture calm but something about her was different.
 
There was no smile on her lips today.
 
Her face was serene, as always, but it held a weight that made Ahalya hesitate before approaching.
 
"Good morning," Ahalya said, the words sounding too loud in the quiet morning air.
 
Meera’s gaze met hers, but there was something unreadable behind her eyes.
 
She did not return the greeting in the usual way.
 
Instead, she nodded once, her hands clasped in front of her, like someone holding something fragile in their grasp.
 
Without a word, Meera gestured for Ahalya to follow her.
 
The walk through the inner circle was slow, measured.
 
There were fewer Sevakis today, their movements more deliberate, as if they were all somehow holding back, waiting.
 
Ahalya could feel the weight of the silence closing in around them, a palpable force pressing against her chest.
 
As they neared the hall, the distant sound of chanting could be heard—low, constant, like the hum of something alive, something ancient.
 
But today, it sounded faint, distant, as though the sound itself was struggling to be heard.
 
Inside the hall, the others were gathered.
 
All five of the new recruits sat in a quiet semicircle, their faces still and reflective, yet there was something unsettling in their stillness.
 
The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, and for the first time, Ahalya felt a true weight of unease settle in her stomach.
 
Meera moved to the center of the room, standing in front of them, her gaze sweeping over each of their faces with an unsettling calm.
 
"There is something you must know," Meera began, her voice low, yet clear. "One of you has left."
 
Ahalya’s heart skipped a beat. Her gaze shot to the others—Kavya, the girl with the wide, searching eyes, who had always clung to her side in silence.
 
Where was she?
 
Her absence felt wrong, as though the shape of the world had somehow shifted, leaving a hole in its fabric.
 
"Kavya?" Ahalya’s voice was barely a whisper, but it echoed like a question no one wanted to answer.
 
Meera nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving Ahalya’s.
 
"Yes," she said simply.
 
"Kavya expressed the wish to leave.
 
She felt—" Meera paused, as though carefully choosing her words, her gaze sweeping over the room again. 

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