Adultery The Swamiji: The Ashram of the Sacred Angels

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As Ahalya’s gaze drifted downward, she saw that Leela’s legs were full, soft but sturdy.
 
Unlike Radha’s sculpted, muscular thighs, or Priya’s slender, elegant limbs, Leela’s legs had the roundness of someone who had walked many paths, whose feet had touched the earth in a way that had grounded her to it.
 
They were not the delicate limbs of a dancer, but those of a woman who had walked through life with graceful endurance. There was an undeniable strength in the way her legs held her, in the way her body settled comfortably into the space around her.
 
"Leela’s beauty lies in the fullness of her body," Ahalya thought. "In how she embraces it, in how she moves through the world with acceptance."
 
Her arms were full, with soft muscle and a gentle curve at her elbows, contrasting sharply with Radha’s chiseled arms and Priya’s slim, delicate ones.
 
But there was strength in Leela’s arms, too, a tenderness born from years of work and the quiet, persistent strength of womanhood. Her fingers were slightly plump, gentle in appearance but still capable of performing delicate tasks with ease.
 
As she stood before Ahalya, Leela was the embodiment of womanly wisdom, the kind that didn’t need to be flaunted, the kind that simply radiated from her every pore.
 
"Leela is like the earth, nurturing, steady, always giving," Ahalya thought, a sense of peace filling her chest as she watched the quiet confidence in Leela’s stance.
 
Leela’s face was soft, serene, a reflection of the comfort her body seemed to offer. The lines on her face, though faint, were carved by years of gentle smiles and thoughtful contemplation. Her eyes were unblinking, unwavering in their understanding of the world around her.
 
Unlike Priya’s intense, searching gaze or Radha’s strong, almost challenging stare, Leela’s eyes were filled with a gentle knowing, an acceptance of life’s ebb and flow.
 
"Her face is the face of acceptance," Ahalya thought. "It is not untouched by time, but shaped by it, softened by it, like a river carving through stone."
 
Standing before her, Ahalya saw that Leela’s body was not something to be compared, it simply was. It was not sculpted, not perfect, not meant for display.
 
It was real and whole, a vessel of nurturing and understanding, as if it had absorbed every aspect of life’s challenges and rewards. 

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