Adultery The Swamiji: The Ashram of the Sacred Angels

[shailu4ever]

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"She felt she could not fit here. She could not surrender in the way we ask of those who stay."
 
There was a soft rustle behind Ahalya, and she turned to find Anjali’s eyes wide with disbelief. The others were just as silent, processing the words in their own way.
 
But Ahalya could not shake the feeling that there was more to this than Meera was telling them.
 
"But why now? Why not earlier? Why didn't she say something?" Ahalya thought, her chest tightening.
 
Meera continued, her voice softer now, as if the words themselves were fragile, like something too sacred to be spoken too loudly.
 
"Kavya was not forced to leave. We do not keep those who are unwilling." Meera’s gaze shifted to the far corner, as though searching for something unseen in the shadows.
 
"She came to us with the intent to find peace, to surrender. But the Ashram asks much of those who seek truth. And some... are not ready to give all."
 
Ahalya’s pulse quickened as she processed the words.
 
Not ready to give all.
 
What had Kavya been holding back?
 
"I didn't know her that well... but... she was so uncertain, always questioning. But still—she wanted to be here. Didn’t she? Wasn’t she trying?" Ahalya thought, confusion rippling through her mind.
 
The room was thick with a strange silence, the kind that crept in when a person had disappeared and left something behind, something undefined, something that didn’t belong.
 
Meera took a slow breath, letting the weight of the silence stretch out before she spoke again.
 
"Kavya's departure is... part of the Ashram's rhythm. It is not a failure. It is not something to mourn."
 
Her eyes flickered briefly over the group, each of their faces painted with concern, curiosity, and something Ahalya couldn’t quite place.
 
"The Ashram has a way of revealing the truth to us, but that truth is not always what we expect."
 
Ahalya looked at the others, her gaze moving from Anjali to the freckled-faced girl, then to the youngest recruit, who had her face turned downward, her hands clasped tightly together.
 
No one spoke.
 
"Is this really how it works?" Ahalya thought.
 
"Is this what happens to those who cannot fit in? To those who fail?"
 
Her own heart felt heavy in her chest, as though a thick veil of doubt had settled over her, shrouding everything.

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