I was a Bhitara Gauni-locked behind sanctum doors, untouched, unseen. I danced with still feet. I spoke with bowed eyes. My body belonged to gods. Then she walked in-Meghla, a Nanchuni Mahari, all hips and heresy. She danced like thunder, laughed like sin, and looked at me like she already owned me. She didn't ask. She touched. And suddenly, I wasn't holy. I was hungry. --- Behind temple walls, beneath veils and vows, I let her mouth trail over skin that was never meant to be worshipped that way. She called me her God. I told her to spread her legs and believe. --- They say we ran. They say we burned down a palace. They say two temple women vanished into smoke, wearing nothing but sindoor and each other. Let them say it. Because she didn't enter me like a lover. She entered me like prayer. > ⚠️ Content warning: violence, religious imagery, arson, psychological tension, power imbalance. > More of this chaos? I write the unhinged versions on AO3: sLilith200 🖤
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