Anjali turned to see Veyas approaching, his bare feet silent on the hardwood. He was clad in a storm-grey tank that hugged his chest, the fabric stretched taut across his muscles. His joggers hung low on his hips, revealing the defined V of his torso.
"She asked me to take over your session," he said, his voice low and steady.
Anjali raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Are you… qualified?"
He didn't smile back. Instead, he nodded once, his eyes never leaving hers. "You'll see."
They began.
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Pose 1: Cat-Cow Stretch
Anjali positioned herself on all fours, her body forming a perfect line. Veyas stood over her, his hands behind his back, watching intently as she arched her spine and then curved it, following her movements with his eyes. The fabric of her leggings shifted with each motion, revealing the toned muscles of her thighs. As she arched her back, the tight fabric of her leggings pulled taut, highlighting the curve of her ass and the subtle wetness that was beginning to show through the thin material.
"Perfect," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
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Pose 2: Standing Forward Fold
She rose and bent at the waist, her fingers reaching toward her toes. Veyas stepped behind her, his presence commanding. His hands slid gently to her waist, guiding her hips back, adjusting her tilt. The heat of his palms through the thin fabric of her leggings made her shiver, and she could feel her body responding, her leggings becoming increasingly damp with each passing moment.
"Better," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear.
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Pose 3: Warrior II
They faced each other now, legs stretched apart in a mirror stance. Anjali's arms extended, her front knee bent, her body strong and steady. Veyas's gaze was intense, his eyes locked on hers. As they held the pose, Anjali could feel a growing warmth between her legs, her leggings becoming more transparent with her arousal.
"Eye contact," he said softly, his voice a low rumble.
Anjali held his gaze, her chest rising and falling with each breath. The longer she looked into his eyes, the more her body responded, her legs feeling weaker than the pose demanded, and her crotch growing increasingly wet.
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Pose 4: Seated Forward Fold
They sat side by side, their bodies close enough to feel the heat radiating from each other. Anjali leaned forward, her chest grazing her thighs, her arms reaching beyond her toes. Veyas's hand gently pressed between her shoulder blades, easing her deeper into the stretch. His body leaned over her, close enough that she felt the heat of him, his breath near her neck. The dampness in her leggings was now unmistakable, and she could feel the fabric clinging to her skin, highlighting her arousal.
"You're doing well," he said, his voice low and intimate. "You're far more flexible than you let on."
Anjali looked up at him, her cheeks flushed with exertion and something more, her eyes darting to the wet spot on her leggings, hoping he wouldn't notice.
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Pose 5: Reclined Spinal Twist
Lying on her back now, knees folded over, arms stretched wide, Anjali's body was open and vulnerable. Veyas knelt beside her, his fingers brushing her clavicle, sending shivers down her spine. As he touched her, she could feel her body responding, her crotch growing hotter and wetter, the fabric of her leggings clinging to her skin.
"You hold emotion here," he said, his voice soft. "It shows in your posture."
Anjali's breath hitched as his fingers traced the line of her collarbone. "You read bodies well," she said softly, her voice barely audible, her eyes flicking to the growing wetness between her legs.
"Only when they speak back," he replied, his eyes never leaving hers, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he noticed the damp spot.
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Pose 6: Savasana – Corpse Pose
Finally, stillness. Anjali lay flat on the mat, her arms at her sides, her chest rising slow and steady. Veyas knelt beside her, silent, watching the calm after the storm of sensation. He reached forward and brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her skin. The wetness in her leggings was now impossible to ignore, and she could feel the fabric sticking to her skin, highlighting her arousal.
"You're beautiful when you let go," he said, his voice a low murmur, his eyes flicking to the damp spot on her leggings.
Anjali's lips parted slightly, her breath catching in her throat. And then he stood, offering his hand. "Come. There's somewhere quieter we can talk."
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They walked together into the private garden balcony, filled with blooming jasmine and soft fountains. The air felt thicker, more intimate. Veyas poured her a glass of cool infused water, their fingers touching as he handed it to her. Anjali sipped, her cheeks pink with a mix of exertion and something more, her eyes darting to the wet spot on her leggings, hoping he hadn't noticed.
"You're dangerous," she said, her voice a soft tease, trying to distract from her growing arousal.
"Only if you're afraid of being understood," he replied, his eyes locked on hers, a smirk playing on his lips as he clearly noticed her condition.
Anjali looked away, her mind racing with thoughts she couldn't quite articulate. "Tarak never really…" she began, then stopped, her voice trailing off, her body still responding to his touch.
"Saw you?" Veyas asked, his voice gentle but firm, his eyes flicking to the wetness between her legs.
A pause, then a nod. "No. Not like this."
He leaned closer, brushing her braid over her shoulder, his fingers grazing her skin. "Then let me show you," he said, his voice a low promise, his eyes locked on the damp spot on her leggings.
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From a doorway behind them, Babita watched, smiling softly into her teacup. "Progress," she mouthed silently, her eyes twinkling with amusement and approval, clearly noticing Anjali's state. And then she disappeared, leaving Anjali and Veyas alone in the intimate garden, the tension between them palpable, Anjali's arousal evident, and Veyas's intentions clear.
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