Adultery The Swamiji: The Ashram of the Sacred Angels

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Ahalya’s chest tightened with a rush of anticipation and awe. She felt both calm and unsettled at once. "What is this place?" she thought. "It feels like an altar. Sacred. Ancient. I’m not sure I’m ready for what’s about to happen."
 
As her eyes moved around the chamber, she saw the three women waiting for her.
 
Women she recognized but had never spoken to in depth, Priya, with her strong, steady gaze; Radha, who moved with the grace of a dancer, always calm, always in the kitchen; and Leela, whose quiet, serene eyes held a depth of experience Ahalya couldn’t quite understand.
 
The three women were wrapped in the saffron EkVastra, their presence commanding in the stillness.
 
Priya’s voice broke the silence, smooth and steady. "Welcome, sister," she said, her words like an invitation, yet carrying the quiet command of something much larger than herself.
 
"We will help you prepare. But first, we must all be equal. All must be bare before the goddess. The ritual requires it."
 
Ahalya’s stomach tightened as the realization hit her with a sudden, overwhelming force.
 
"They're going to take off their EkVastra." The thought seemed to hit her in waves, the sacred cloth, the one thing that had marked her as part of this world, was going to be removed.
 
"What will be left of once it’s gone?" Her hands clenched slightly, as if trying to hold onto some last fragment of familiarity.
 
Ahalya felt her heartbeat rise, thudding in her throat, reverberating through her chest. "Bare before the goddess." The thought both terrified and exhilarated her.
 
She had known that she was here to surrender, to let go, but nothing had prepared her for this moment. Bare, physically, emotionally, spiritually. "What would it feel like to give up everything? To become everything?"
 
Without hesitation, Priya began to unwind her EkVastra. The cloth slipped from her body in a single, fluid motion, falling to the floor like a whispered offering.
 
Her skin, bathed in the glow of the oil and flickering lamplight, shimmered with a warm, golden glow, highlighting the subtle strength in her shoulders and arms.
 
Every curve, every line of her body seemed sculpted with care, a harmony of muscle and softness that made her form appear both powerful and delicate.

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