Scenario 3: The Reunion and Fireworks*
The night Gaurav finally returned home, the anticipation had built to a fever pitch. Rupali had planned a quiet dinner, but the moment she opened the door and saw him standing there — tired, unshaven, and utterly irresistible — all plans flew out the window.
"I thought I'd surprise you," he murmured, dropping his bags as she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him into a searing kiss that spoke of weeks of longing and unspoken need.
"You have no idea how much I've missed you," she whispered against his lips, her fingers already tangled in his hair.
"I think I do," he breathed, lifting her effortlessly as he carried her to the bedroom. The dinner could wait. Everything could wait.
The hours that followed were a blur of heat, whispered promises, and hands relearning every curve and hollow. Gaurav made good on his word, slow and thorough, until Rupali was gasping his name like a prayer.
Later, tangled in sheets and each other, they lay in the afterglow, their hearts still racing.
"Worth the wait?" he teased, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
"Always," she smiled, tracing lazy circles on his chest. "But next time, you're not leaving without me."
He kissed her forehead, holding her closer, and they both knew — this was home, and nothing could ever taste sweeter.
