TejRan - Arranged Love

🔅CHAPTER 32🔅

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Karan stood in front of the dressing table, fixing his cufflinks, hair still slightly damp from the shower. He looked sharp, his crisp white shirt tucked in neatly, blazer hanging nearby. His eyes flicked to the mirror-just in time to catch the bathroom door creaking open.

Tejasswi stepped out, her damp hair cascading over her shoulders, her petite frame wrapped in nothing but a towel. Water droplets traced lazy paths down her collarbone. Their eyes locked. The air stilled. He gulped slightly.

She gave him a once-over and scrunched her nose. "Hmm... this shirt's not giving main-character energy."

Karan arched a brow. "Then pick one for me, madam fashionista."

She smirked, flipping her wet hair back dramatically. "Gladly."

She walked into the walk-in closet, and he couldn't help but follow-almost like a moth drawn to flame. While she flipped through his shirt rack with narrowed eyes and adorable focus, he stood behind her silently, gaze tracing the delicate line of her back, the drops still clinging to her skin.

"Aha! This one!" Tejasswi turned excitedly, holding up a deep navy blue shirt, only to find Karan much closer than she expected.

Their eyes locked again. This time, she didn't flinch. Her smile faded slowly as the air turned heavy, charged.

Wordlessly, her fingers moved to the buttons of his current shirt. She opened them one by one, her touch feather-light, gaze never leaving his. She slipped the shirt off his shoulders.

Karan brought a hand up to her cheek, cupping it gently. His thumb traced slow circles on her skin, making her breath hitch. He leaned in, placing a kiss on one cheek. Then the other. Her eyes fluttered shut. A soft sigh escaped her lips.

He kissed her nose, and she instinctively clutched the thin singlet he wore now. A soft moan trembled in her throat as he brushed a kiss at the corner of her lips-then followed it with a teasing lick.

Her hands fisted the front of his singlet tightly. He caressed her bottom lip with his thumb, and then... their lips crashed.

It was hungry. Desperate. Like they'd waited a lifetime for this moment.

Their mouths moved in perfect rhythm-biting, tasting, gasping. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Without breaking the kiss, he gently lowered her onto the plush carpet of the closet floor. Her towel still clung to her, but barely.

They broke apart, breathless. Her eyes searched his with wild, heady desire. He kissed down her jawline, trailing a line of fire from her neck to her shoulder. She tilted her neck instinctively, giving him full access, fingers threading into his hair.

His hand slowly moved to the knot of her towel, eyes seeking silent permission.

Just then-*knock knock*-"Bhai... Bhabhi, Maa is calling you guys down for breakfast!" Prachi's voice rang from outside the room.

Karan groaned against Tejasswi's shoulder, dropping his forehead there in pure frustration.

Tejasswi burst into soft giggles.

Karan muttered under his breath, "Kabab mein haddi hai meri behen..."

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The breakfast table was buzzing with soft clinks of spoons against plates, the aroma of fresh parathas and masala chai filling the air. Naitik was skimming through the newspaper while Akshara served him another helping of sabzi. Prachi was busy teasing Vikram about his bed hair, and Tejasswi giggled while buttering her toast. Karan sat beside her, sipping his coffee, sneaking glances at her every now and then.