Adultery The Swamiji: The Ashram of the Sacred Angels

[shailu4ever]

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Meera finally broke the stillness, her voice measured, as though she were offering something both comforting and dangerous.
 
"The Ashram does not need to explain itself to anyone. It does not owe you answers. It gives you only what you can bear."
 
She stepped forward, her gaze unflinching. "Kavya could not bear it. So she left."
 
Ahalya’s breath caught in her throat.
 
The weight of the words pressed down on her chest, stifling.
 
She could almost see Kavya’s face again, the way she had looked on her first day—eager, yet uncertain, constantly looking for something, some deeper meaning, perhaps that elusive answer.
 
And now, she was gone.
 
"What happens to those who leave? Is that it? Is there no return?" Ahalya wondered, the question ringing through her thoughts like an unspoken truth.
 
Meera let the words settle, giving them time to sink in, to be absorbed by the air around them.
 
"There is no shame in leaving. This is not a place for everyone. You must each find your own path." Her eyes flickered toward the girls again.
 
"The Ashram’s door is always open, and its walls are always watching. But what you choose to bring, or leave behind, is yours alone."
 
Ahalya glanced at the others, all of them still holding their silence.
 
The absence of Kavya felt like a hole in the room, an unsettling gap that none of them could fill.
 
"She was here, and then she wasn’t. Just like that." Ahalya thought, "And now... it feels like there’s nothing left of her. Just the space where she used to be."
 
Meera turned to leave without another word, and the other Sevakis began to stir, the room once again coming alive with the soft shuffle of fabric, the quiet hum of life returning.
 
But Ahalya remained frozen, her thoughts locked in place. The Ashram had swallowed Kavya without a sound, and she was gone—just like that.
 
"Am I ready to stay?" Ahalya wondered. "Am I truly ready to let this place take everything I am?"
 
The air hung heavy in the room, pressing against her skin as the silence stretched, an unfamiliar discomfort beginning to stir deep inside her.
 
As the others began to leave, Ahalya lingered, staring into the space where Kavya had sat just a few days ago.
 
The seat was empty now, and the stillness was so absolute, it felt as though the Ashram itself had swallowed her whole.

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