Their Arranged Love (18+)

19.

Finally, the meeting began to wind down. As soon as the final words were spoken, Mahbir was on his feet, shaking hands and offering quick goodbyes to his colleagues. He grabbed his briefcase, barely managing to keep up the facade of professionalism as he made a beeline for the door.

His thoughts raced as he hurried to his car. The only thing that filled his mind was getting back to Harleen as fast as possible. Every second away from her felt like too much.

Mahbir groaned, the urgency in him growing with each passing second. He started the  engine,and sped out of the parking lot, his mind completely consumed by Harleen. Every second felt like it stretched out forever as he navigated through traffic, barely able to keep himself calm. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel, willing the cars in front of him to move faster.

As he drove, images of Harleen's messages and pictures played over and over in his mind. He could almost feel her skin, smell her scent, and taste her kiss. The desire she had stirred in him was overwhelming, and all he wanted was to be home, with her, in her arms. He could already imagine the heat between them when he walked through the door.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he pulled into their driveway. He parked hastily, barely taking the time to lock the car as he rushed toward the door. His heart was racing, and his breath came in short, eager gasps as he fumbled with his keys.

As soon as he opened the door and stepped inside, the world seemed to slow down. The house was quiet, but the air felt charged with anticipation. Mahbir stood there for a moment, his pulse pounding in his ears, before he called out softly.

"Harleen?"

He heard her soft footsteps from down the hall. The anticipation was almost unbearable as she appeared at the doorway of their bedroom, standing there with a soft smile on her lips. She was wearing nothing but a thin silk robe that barely covered her curves, the fabric clinging to her body in a way that made his breath hitch. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her eyes gleamed with mischief.

"You're home," she said softly, her voice sultry and inviting.

Mahbir took a step forward, his eyes never leaving hers. "You have no idea what you've done to me," he said, his voice low and rough with desire.

Harleen's smile widened as she leaned against the doorframe, the playful look in her eyes making his heart race even faster. "I think I do," she teased, biting her lip. "I could tell you were a little... distracted."

"More than distracted," Mahbir growled as he closed the distance between them in just a few long strides. He reached out, pulling her gently into his arms, his hands trailing down her back as he pressed his lips to hers in a heated kiss. The moment their lips met, the tension that had been building between them all day finally exploded.

Harleen kissed him back with equal passion, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, their bodies pressed together. Mahbir could feel the heat radiating off her, and it drove him wild. Every touch, every kiss only intensified the fire burning inside him.