Adultery The Ashram: The Desire for the Sacred Angels

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But beautiful in its precision, there was something strengthening in the way she held herself, as though she had already learned how to be whole. Her skin was smooth, bronzed by the sun, but it was her eyes, sharp, calculating, that caught Ahalya’s attention.
 
They were fierce, almost too intense, yet beneath that intensity, there was an underlying vulnerability she could almost taste. Ahalya admired the subtle way her muscles flexed as she reached to pour water over her arms.
 
It was quiet, slow grace, completely unselfconscious, and yet Ahalya could not help but feel it all.
 
The quiet sound of water splashing around them pulled Ahalya’s attention back to her surroundings.
 
She looked at the older Sevakis, who moved like women born of the earth itself. Their bodies were strong, timeless, each curve and line a testament to the lives they had lived, shaped by work, time, and simplicity.
 
No one looked at her. No one looked at others. Giving each one their own private space.

 
They seemed unbothered by their beauty, as if it were something inherent, woven into the very fabric of their being. They were no longer young, but there was a grace to them that Ahalya had never seen before.
 
The way their limbs stretched in the water, the way the light caught their skin, it was a beauty built from years of quiet self-acceptance. A beauty that was unspoken, undemanding, and yet so entirely present.
 
Ahalya’s fingers brushed lightly over her own skin again, tracing the line of her collarbone, and something within her stirred. Her beauty was not something to hide, not something to be ashamed of.
 
It was a part of her, just as the work of the Ashram was becoming. There was a quiet power in the simplicity of the moment, in the way each woman around her seemed to be in perfect communion with her own body, unafraid of the way it moved or how it was seen.
 
Ahalya took in a deep breath, letting the quietness of the bathhouse settle over her, feeling the weight of the water around her, cleansing not only her body but the thoughts that had always felt too heavy.
 
But no one looked. No one remarked.
 
Ahalya stepped into the cool water, feeling it rush over her skin in a soft, welcoming cascade. The water was cold, its touch like a shock, but it carried a purity she hadn’t expected.