Adultery The Ashram: The Desire for the Sacred Angels

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“No one will scold you,” Ahalya said gently, her voice unwavering, though her own thoughts lingered on the same question. “Just watch, and do what they do. That’s all.”
 
The last girl, the freckled-faced one, gave a soft, nervous laugh, as if trying to lighten the mood.
 
“You sound like Meera, Ahalya,” she said. “Calm, like nothing can touch you.”
 
Ahalya smiled faintly, but the expression was a mix of understanding and protective warmth. She wasn’t calm. Not really. She simply knew how to observe. To see more than others could. “I’m not calm,” she said quietly. “I’m just… noticing more than the rest. That’s all.”
 
They reached the edge of the inner circle, and for a moment, the girls stood together, looking back at the faint glow of the dining hall.
 
The night pressed closer around them, the sounds of the forest now a soft blanket over their senses.
 
The faint flicker of lanterns bathed their faces in a subtle light, and for a moment, they were just five girls, ordinary, uncertain, but already beginning to forge a bond.
 
“Do you think we’ll ever get used to it?” Kavya asked again, her voice quieter now, as though the question held no easy answers.
 
Ahalya looked at each of them in turn, noticing how the light caught in their eyes, how their fears and doubts were already becoming shared.
 
“We’ll get used to some things,” she said, her voice soft but certain. “Other things… we’ll just have to learn to live with. Together.”
 
As they walked toward their rooms, the quiet bond that had formed between them was palpable. Their steps were tentative, but they were moving forward, side by side, linked by a growing, fragile trust.
 
Ahalya, taller and more graceful than the rest, led them silently, her presence as steady as the ground beneath their feet.
 
When they reached the doors to their rooms, the silence lingered. Each girl moved into her space, the night already beginning to settle its weight over the Ashram.
 
Alone in her room, Ahalya lay on the hard mat, staring at the small patch of stars visible through her window.
 
The sounds of the forest, the distant rush of the river, whispered softly to her.
 
She closed her eyes and let the gentle rhythm of the water soothe her.
 
She was safe here, yes. But she knew the Ashram was already beginning its work on her, shaping her, molding her into something new.
 
Something inevitable.
 
The day had ended. Tomorrow, it would begin again.
 

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