Adultery Antarvasana: The Forbidden Fire – Abhiram’s Path of Fire & Flesh

[shailu4ever]

Hi,

I'm Shailu. In the first part of this novel, the pace was intentionally slower as I focused on introducing the characters and gradually building the erotic tension between them. I strongly believe that emotional connection deepens the impact of romance, so I took the time to establish that bond between Abhi and the other characters.

In Part 1, Abhi is portrayed as a shy, reserved, and introverted individual—someone hesitant, unsure, and afraid of vulnerability. He’s not the kind of person who would easily flirt or open up to others.

With the support of the characters introduced earlier, Abhi begins to evolve. In Part 2, you'll see him start to overcome his hesitations and carry himself with newfound confidence. He becomes more playful and expressive, especially around women, and this transformation becomes apparent quite early in the story.

Part 2 opens with an Indoor Partner Yoga session at Meghana’s house, while Varnika sleeps in her room. This scene explores how temptation fuels desire and tension within Abhi, pushing him toward change and self-discovery.

At the end of Part 1, Meghana and Varnika had invited Abhi over for dinner and suggested he could return for indoor yoga sessions if it rains. That invitation becomes the starting point of this next phase in his journey.

Part 2 brings in more twists, unexpected turns, and emotionally charged moments that will keep you hooked and highly excited. As Abhi’s confidence grows, so do the complexities of his relationships—and the tension only gets hotter. Get ready for a thrilling, passionate journey that’s both playful and intense.

If you haven’t read Part 1 yet, I will also post a brief synapsis of part 1 before starting the 2nd part.  If you want to read the first part, you can start here: https://xossipy.com/thread-69068.html

I hope you enjoy reading Part 2 and witnessing Abhi’s Erotic Transformation.

Warm regards,
Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Synopsis - The Journey of Mr. Abhiram: Part One


At twenty-two, Abhiram steps into independence for the first time—leaving behind his joint family and settling into a modest Hyderabad apartment with nothing but a fresh IT job and quiet ambition. The world outside is loud, bustling, and chaotic. But the real noise begins within, when life in his new building introduces him to women who would each, in their own way, shape the man he is slowly becoming.

What begins as a simple transition into adult life becomes a journey of emotional awakening—tender, turbulent, and charged with slow-burning sensuality. The building he moves into, the women he meets, the glances exchanged in stairwells and rain-soaked corridors—all begin to unravel the stillness in him.

Next door, in flat 202, lives Madhavi—married, elegant, and emotionally restrained. Their relationship begins with kind exchanges, polite knocks, and casual bus rides. But every word between them carries heat. When a car ride home one Sunday evening from a function leads to their first tender, unplanned kiss, Abhi crosses the threshold into something deeper—something sacred, and quietly forbidden. Their chemistry is never loud, but it simmers like a storm behind shut doors.

Then comes Shravya, (21) his younger cousin, who temporarily moves in while her coaching hostel is being arranged. Playful and teasing, her childlike familiarity hides a rapidly maturing presence—her body, her gaze, her scent, all begin affecting Abhi in ways he doesn’t admit. In shared blankets, innocent hugs, and nostalgic games like "doctor-doctor," she awakens the confusion between memory and desire. When she leaves to her hotel, the ache of her absence is sharper than expected, sealed with a hug and a kiss on the cheek that felt like more.
 
At the office, Abhi finds no refuge. There’s Nikita, the sleek, sharp UX designer who knows exactly when to tease and when to lean in too close. There’s Pavani from HR—bubbly, busty, and always watching with a knowing grin. There’s even quiet Anusha, the observant intern who rarely speaks, but watches Abhi with wide, unreadable eyes. All around him, femininity takes different forms, and desire becomes layered—not just physical, but emotional, psychological, spiritual.

Above him, the terrace becomes another stage for temptation—this time, embodied by Meghana (25). The new married, fitness minded yoga expert from 403, Meghana moves like a dancer and speaks like a seductress in disguise. Their early-morning sessions begin with postures and balance, but quickly spiral into a dance of control and surrender. Her fingers on his hips, her breath on his neck, the knowing tilt of her smile when she catches him staring—she makes no apologies for being looked at. With her, desire doesn’t simmer. It stretches and coils like breath through asana.

Just as he’s beginning to navigate this delicate madness, Meghana’s younger sister Varnika arrives. A radiant, tall, expressive 22-year-old with a sparkle in her eyes and youthful boldness in her words, Varnika is visiting Hyderabad for interviews and paperwork. She is very sharp and observant.  Take it easy kind of mentality. She observed Abhi on the day she visited her Sister’s house and liked him. We have to see how that transforms and into what.

By the end of Part One, Abhi is no longer the boy who walked into flat 203. He’s experienced flirtation and restraint, teasing and temptation. He’s kissed a married woman he can’t stop thinking about. He’s held his breath while his cousin slept inches away. He’s tried to balance on one leg while a woman in leggings whispered corrections near his ear. And he’s started to recognize that attraction isn’t a switch—it’s a slow fire, fed by time, silence, glances, and tension.

Character Highlights:

• Madhavi – His next-door neighbor, late 20s, with golden fair skin, always in soft sarees and understated elegance. A married woman whose loneliness lingers just beneath the surface. Her quiet sensuality and emotional presence spark Abhi’s first serious inner storm. Their first kiss marks the moment fantasy becomes reality.
  
  
• Shravya – His cousin, 21, curvy, bubbly, affectionate, and unintentionally seductive. Staying with him for a few days becomes a memory he can’t shake—a blur of loose T-shirts, soft legs, teasing jokes, and lingering touches. Her farewell leaves behind unspoken emotions and unsettling dreams.
  
  
• Meghana – The upstairs, Newly Married yoga expert in her mid-20s, lithe and radiant. With an exposed midriff, poised strength, and a bold gaze, she becomes the symbol of embodied temptation. She teaches Abhi how to breathe, balance—and burn quietly inside. Married but alone, she blurs boundaries with every stretch.
  
  
• Varnika – Meghana’s younger sister, 22, newly introduced in the story. Beautiful in a more expressive, sunlit way. Talkative, observant, and emotionally disarming.
  
  
• Nikita – Abhi’s colleague, 26, stylish, flirtatious, always watching him. She flirts with calculated confidence, shifting the power dynamic at work.
  
  
• Pavani – HR executive, bubbly, busty, casual, and observant. She reads people well and enjoys pointing out the games others won’t admit they’re playing.
  
  
• Anusha – The quiet intern, 21, with dark curls and sharp eyes. She watches everything—and her silence holds more weight than it appears.
  

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The Journey of Mr. Abhiram: Part One is not a story of conquests. It is a story of awakenings—slow, intimate, and textured with longing. A journey through narrow hallways and wider emotions, where every woman Abhi meets pulls him deeper into his own self. And where the real heat is not in what happens… but in what almost does.

[Yash121]

Waiting for the first update shailu..

[shailu4ever]

Tuesday Morning – A Quiet Room, a Bold Beginning

The clock had just touched 6:30. The soft drizzle outside whispered against the windowpanes, casting a delicate, silvery light across the living room floor. 

The scent of incense lingered faintly—calm, grounding, but there was something else in the air too. Something electric.

Abhi stood at the door of Flat 403, trying to steady his breath. He hadn’t expected this message the night before.

“If you’re up for it, we can do a short session tomorrow morning. Indoors. Just for a few days while the rain is playing games."
—Meghana

Just one message. No emojis. But it had kept him awake for hours.

She opened the door without a word, wearing a soft smile—and something much bolder than he expected. Meghana stood barefoot in a charcoal grey sports bra, the hem ending just under her chest, her toned stomach firm and warm in the pale morning light. Her leggings were deep teal—sleek, sculpted—and he noticed how the high waistband hugged her waist, revealing every graceful curve without apology.

Her hair was tied back, but loosely. 

A few strands curled against her cheek and neck. Her skin glowed, not with makeup or effort, but something deeper. 

A soft, natural heat. Maybe it was the anticipation.

"Come in," she said gently, stepping aside. 

Her voice was calm. 

But even that calmness carried a hum beneath it.



Abhi stepped in. He had been in her house before—Just the day before night dinner—but today felt different. 

The lights were dim. 

The misty morning filtered through the sheer curtains, turning everything soft, quiet, almost sacred.

Two yoga mats lay side by side on the floor, with a towel folded neatly at one end. 

A small copper water jug stood nearby. The air smelled of vetiver and monsoon.


“You remember the flow?” she asked softly, glancing at him over her shoulder.

He nodded. 

But his voice didn’t come. Not yet.

She sat on the mat, stretching her legs out, leaning back slightly on her hands.

That simple stretch pulled her chest forward just a bit, her collarbones sharp and glowing in the faint light.

He sat down beside her. 

Close.

Not too close. 

But close enough for his eyes to flicker down—to the line of her waist, the shape of her ribs just under skin, the soft breath rising and falling.

And then she smiled. 

Not flirtatiously. 

Not teasingly. 

But knowingly. As if this wasn’t a new beginning—but a continuation.

"Let’s just start slow," she whispered, closing her eyes. "Surya Namaskar. Two rounds. Then we’ll move to partners."

Abhi nodded, finally finding his breath.

But his mind?


It was already somewhere else.


On how this wasn’t just yoga anymore.


It was a slow unraveling.

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[shailu4ever]

The First Contact


They sat down, back to back.

Meghana adjusted slightly, making sure their spines aligned. 

Her back was warm against his, her shoulder blades delicate and smooth through the thin fabric of her sports bra. 

The moment their backs touched, Abhi felt something settle—and stir.

Her voice came soft behind him.

“Sit tall, close your eyes. Breathe with me.”

Their hands rested gently on their knees, palms up. Feet crossed. Bodies still. But inside?

A current flowed. 

The kind of current that doesn’t announce itself—but leaves everything changed.

They inhaled slowly, together.

He could feel her rib-cage expand behind him, brushing lightly against his. Then the exhale—soft, warm, feminine—like a whisper down his spine.

He followed her rhythm, breath by breath.

One inhale.

One exhale.

Then another.

And with each passing breath, something drew tighter between them.

Abhi was hyper-aware now—not just of the scent of her skin, or the smooth curve of her lower back grazing his—but of her energy. Of how calmly she was inviting him into her ... rhythm.

She leaned back, just a little more. It wasn’t accidental.

He did too, unconsciously. Their spines pressed, their shoulders touched, their heat mingled in stillness.

And something changed.

[shailu4ever]

For a moment, Abhi wasn’t thinking. 

He was only feeling. 

The shape of her. 

The warmth of her. 

The rhythm they now shared.

Meghana’s voice broke the silence.

“Feel the breath go down into your belly,” she said softly, like a chant meant only for him. “And let it rise through your chest… all the way up to your collarbone.”

He followed. Eyes closed. Her back moved against his like a tide, each inhale lifting her ribcage slightly into him.

His mind flashed—not to this pose—but to earlier days on the terrace. 

Her body in Warrior poses, her sweat shimmering in morning light. 

The way her hand lingered on his when correcting posture. 

The smile that lingered afterward.

But today was different.

There was no distance. 

No wind. 

No city noise. 

Just them. 

And the way her breath shook ever so slightly as he leaned in a touch more than needed.

She felt it too. She didn’t move away.

Instead, she let her head rest gently back, so the back of her head touched his shoulder. It was barely anything—but it sent a shiver through his arms.

His hands remained on his knees. 

Respectful.

Still.


But his skin? Every inch of him was now tuned to her.

They stayed like that for what felt like minutes. Breathing. Pressed. Bound by silence, and a kind of storm that didn’t need wind.

Finally, she spoke, her voice low, teasing, but soaked in something more:

“You’re breathing faster now…”

Abhi let out a soft laugh, half breath, half confession.

“Maybe the room’s warmer than usual.”

Meghana didn’t reply. But she didn’t move either. She remained—back pressed to his, shoulders slightly touching, breath a shared language.

And in that moment, the session had only just begun.


But so had something else.

[shailu4ever]

The Fall Into Heat: Back-to-Back Chair Pose (Indoor Edition)


Meghana asked him to step aside for a minute.

The morning light filtered in through the sheer curtains—softening everything, including the tension in Abhi’s chest.

She removed both  yoga mats and put them in the corner on the floor, she gestured beyond it.

“No mat today,” she murmured. “We don’t need it for the remaining Poses.”

She was barefoot now, her deep wine-colored leggings hugging every curve like they’d been painted on.

The sports bra she wore ended just below her ribs—bold.

Minimal

the kind that offered enough coverage for yoga but little else for distraction.

Or rather, it invited it.

The smooth stretch of her back, the dip of her waist, the toned swell of her hips as she moved—all of it whispered confidence and something more.

She walked past him—close, so close he caught a whiff of coconut and sandalwood—and stood with her back facing his.

“Back-to-back, but in a chair pose,” she said, tilting her head. “You ready?”

He nodded.

But she smiled knowingly—she saw the flicker of hesitation in his eyes.

That mix of curiosity and something more urgent.

“Press your back into mine, just like before” she instructed softly. “Firmly. I want to feel you.”

He stepped closer, nervous heat rising as he aligned his spine with hers.

Their backs met—warmth against warmth again, the perfect contact of two bodies learning to lean.

“There…” she murmured, her voice a low hum in his ear. “Feel that? That’s your anchor.”


Abhi swallowed.

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Abhi Swallowed.


Her back was strong and toned, yet soft in the places that made him ache.

Her hair brushed his shoulder as she adjusted her footing.


“Now,” she said, “we bend. Together. Slowly.”

They began to lower, synchronizing the motion.

Their spines pressed tighter with the effort.

Her hips eased down beside his, thighs parallel to the floor.

But Abhi, less practiced, lost balance halfway.

His foot slipped slightly.

The sudden shift of weight sent him backward—into her.

“Oof!” Meghana gasped, laughing as she caught him with surprising strength. “Easy there.”

Their bodies collided—not harshly, but close enough that his head tilted back against her shoulder, his chest half-turned toward hers. He felt her breath against his ear. Her hand reached around, steadying him with a palm splayed across his lower abdomen.

“Hmm,” she teased, voice velvet now. “Falling for me already?”

He laughed, nervous, trying to straighten—but she didn’t let go.

“No rush,” she whispered. “Try again.”

They reset, slower this time. Again their backs aligned, again they began to sink.

This time, he held on—but it was shaky.

He could feel her muscles working, holding, adjusting.

“Bend your knees more,” she said, then added, “I’ve got you.”


But he lost it again.

[shailu4ever]

Not entirely—just enough to send him leaning hard into her, stumbling sideways.

Their balance broke—together.

This time she didn’t catch him fully.

Instead, she let them fall—softly—into a seated position on the floor, tangled, breathless.

Her laugh was low and warm in his ear.

“I think you wanted to fall,” she said, resting her head briefly on his shoulder. “Didn’t you?”

He turned, her breath close to his lips now. “Maybe.”

Her gaze met his—playful, unreadable, deep.

Then she leaned closer, letting her cheek brush lightly against his lips.

Just enough.

Abhi froze.

The brush of her skin was soft and deliberate.

She didn’t pull away.

And instinctively, lips parted in surprise

he kissed her cheek.

(Rather she made him kiss her cheek)

Slowly.

Gently.

She smiled, still not moving.

Her breath grazed his jaw. “See?” she murmured. “You’re getting it.”

Then, slowly, she pushed herself back up to her feet.

She offered him her hand again, that same teacher's gesture—but this time, her fingers lingered longer in his.

“Again?” she asked, her eyes shining with mischief.


Abhi stood, steadied by her hand, but his thoughts were anything but steady.

[shailu4ever]

Abhi’s Inner World

He’d fallen, yes—but not because of the pose.

It was her.

Every press of her back into his spine,

the feel of her thighs moving with his,

the sound of her breath—hers—in that closed room.

The way she caught him,

cradled his fall,

then leaned in like she wanted him to taste her skin.


He kissed her.

She made him kiss her.

And the smile on her face afterward—that soft,

satisfied curve—burned into his mind.

It wasn’t arrogance.

It was knowing.

It was invitation.

She knows what she’s doing, he thought.

She’s in control.

And I don’t want to be anywhere else.

He looked at her again—barefoot, radiant, unreadable—and something inside him shifted.

Not exploded.

Not unraveled.

Just quietly, dangerously… shifted.

[Thewarrior100]

Wonderful start shailu garu... Great going... Waiting for next update...

[shailu4ever]

Wonderful start shailu garu... Great going... Waiting for next update...

Thank you so much for the compliment and encouragement! 

Your support means a lot, and I'm excited to share the next update soon. I am currently writing it.  I will update in a little while.

Stay tuned!

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

Melted Together: Reclining Partner Twist


The living room had grown quieter, as if the morning light itself now watched them in stillness.

Meghana adjusted the curtain slightly, casting soft gold across the rug.

Then she turned to him with something darker, more magnetic, in her eyes.

“Lie down,” she said simply, nodding to the floor. “On your side.”

Abhi obeyed.

The floor was cool against his arm as he stretched out, head supported by his hand.

He expected her to mirror him.

But Meghana didn’t lie beside him.

She knelt behind him instead.

“We’ll do a supported reclining twist,” she murmured, her voice like warm water over stones. “I’ll be your support this time.”

He didn’t move—partly unsure, partly transfixed.

She reached across him, slipping her arm beneath his. “Turn onto your back. Let your knees fall to the side. I’ll hold you.”

As he shifted, she moved with him—slow, deliberate, seamless.

And then her body dbangd beside and over his—one leg folding over both of his.

Her hips nestled against his flank, her arm sliding beneath his head.

Her other hand settled just above his navel.

“This is the pose,” she whispered. “Stay here.”

[shailu4ever]

Abhi’s breath stalled.



She was half on top of him now—curved along his side like water fitting into a hollow.

Her chest pressed softly against his shoulder

He can feel her heavy breasts pressing his shoulder.

He can feel the softness and hardness of her full breasts at the same time. 

The only layer between his shoulders and her breasts is her sports bra

The feel of her breasts against his skin, even through her sports bra, making him stiff


Her thigh heavy against his.

Her breath brushing his cheek.

Her palm—firm, unmoving—rested over his lower stomach, fingers spreading gently with each inhale.

“You’re safe,” she said, almost too low to hear. “Let your body go.”

He closed his eyes, helpless to the sensation.

Her touch wasn’t exploratory—but it was complete.

She wasn’t guiding him into a twist anymore.

She was containing him.

Cradling him in a stillness he didn’t know he craved.

His pulse thudded beneath her hand. He was certain she felt it.

And then… she moved.

Just a little.

The hand on his stomach began to draw slow circles.

Not arousing—but arousing.

Not clinical—but knowing.


Her breath followed the movement, soft and warm near his throat.

“Your hips are resisting,” she said quietly. “You’re holding back.”

[Yash121]

Outstanding....no words?

[shailu4ever]

Abhi’s mouth parted slightly. “I…”


“It’s okay,” she interrupted, still gentle. “You don’t need to speak.”

She shifted closer—her thigh now flush against the outside of his.

Her palm splayed wider, the circles slower now.

Drifting just a little lower, then higher again, never crossing the line, but dancing around it.

He felt like he was suspended inside a breath he couldn’t finish.

His arm instinctively slid toward her, fingers curling lightly around her knee.

She didn’t stop him.

She leaned in—just enough for her lips to graze the curve of his jaw.

Not a kiss. 

A scent. 

A sensation. 

Her mouth near him without taking.

Then came the whisper.

“Do you feel how warm your body’s become?”

He nodded—barely.

Her voice was silk-wrapped smoke. “That’s not just the pose, Abhi.”

A silence bloomed. Thick. Saturated.

And then, slowly, she uncurled from him—pulling away with the same deliberate grace as she entered.

She slid her hand off his stomach last, letting it linger a second longer than necessary, as if reluctant.

Abhi lay still, chest rising sharply now, the air feeling thinner without her weight.

Meghana sat back on her knees beside him, her skin glowing in the soft light, her lips parted slightly.

She looked down at him—not teasing, not smiling—just aware.

Deeply aware of what she’d just done.

What they’d both allowed.



“I think you’re ready,” she said softly.


“For what?” he asked, voice dry.


Her smile returned, small and devastating. “For the next pose.”

[Rocky@handsome]

Your narrative prowess is truly remarkable, seamlessly blending vivid imagination with eloquent, evocative prose.

The way you articulate desire and passion through your masterful command of language is both mesmerizing and deeply immersive.

Your ability to conjure such tantalizing imagery and emotional depth is a testament to your literary genius—thank you for crafting an experience that lingers long after each chapter ends. ❤️


Please keep going ma'am !! I'm truly loving every second, every simple gesture,every emotions and every single word of this story

Best regards ma'am

Rocky❤️

[shailu4ever]

Your narrative prowess is truly remarkable, seamlessly blending vivid imagination with eloquent, evocative prose.

The way you articulate desire and passion through your masterful command of language is both mesmerizing and deeply immersive.

Your ability to conjure such tantalizing imagery and emotional depth is a testament to your literary genius—thank you for crafting an experience that lingers long after each chapter ends. ❤️


Please keep going ma'am !! I'm truly loving every second, every simple gesture,every emotions and every single word of this story

Best regards ma'am

Rocky❤️

Hi Rocky

Thank you so much for your kind words, they truly mean a lot to me.

I’m really glad the story is resonating with you the way it is. Knowing that you're connecting with the emotions, the characters, and even the small gestures makes all the time and effort feel completely worth it.

I’ll definitely keep going, and I’m so grateful to have your support along the way. The messages and comments like this are really helpful along the way.  Please keep giving your feedback.  If there is something wrong, or you want the story focus on something else also, please let me know.  I will try to correct my mistakes and try to address them.

Thanks again for reading and for taking the time to share this — it genuinely made my day.

Warmly,

-- Shailu

[shailu4ever]

The Realms of Abhi



He didn’t know how to name what had just happened.

Not a twist.

Not a stretch.

A submission.

To her hands.     Her voice.     Her presence.


She hadn’t touched anything inappropriate—and yet his body had never felt more excited.

Her thigh against his.

Her breath on his cheek.

That hand resting over him, gently awakening parts of him he hadn’t let anyone near in years.

And then the whisper—that she knew. 

That she felt it.


That she wasn’t afraid of the charge building between them.

Neither was he anymore.

He looked at her now, seated quietly beside him, her body still humming with calm control.

She was leading not just a sequence.

She was leading him somewhere—and he wasn’t sure where it would end.


But right now, he wanted more.



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[shailu4ever]

The Entwined Arc: Heart-Opening Recline (Indoor Only)



The room was still, but something inside it had changed.

The air felt denser.

The silence between them, heavier.

As if everything spoken and unspoken had soaked into the cushions, the mat, the dim glow spilling in through the high windowpanes.

Meghana stood now, her eyes never leaving his.

She extended a hand toward him.

“Come,” she said. “One last pose.   This one… we couldn’t do outside.”

Abhi rose slowly.

His legs were steady, but his heartbeat wasn’t.

Not anymore.

She guided him toward the corner of the living room, where a soft yoga bolster lay angled near a wall.

The curtains were half drawn, throwing long golden slats across the floor.

The rest of the apartment was quiet, far away.

She knelt first.

He followed.

“We’re going to open the chest and heart,” she said. “But with support. Complete surrender.”


He hesitated, breath shaky. “How?”


She smiled gently. “Lie back into me.”


He didn’t move.