Her Ruthless Professor

"Mrs., where are you headed?" Zaviyaar called out after witnessing her retreat, pulling her closer to him. She stumbled, landing directly on his lap. "I was going to change my dress," she whispered, feeling the warmth of his breath on her neck. "But it's unnecessary," he said, his words carrying a deeper meaning, and he gently kissed her neck. Anaaya's breath hitched as his hold tightened, his presence consuming her every thought. Zaviyaar clasped her waist more firmly and, with slow deliberation, his lips traced from her neck up to her face. Her heart raced at the sensation of his warm lips and stubble caressing her skin. He softly declared, "Anaaya Zaviyaar, you've become my very soul." Touched by his words, Anaaya clutched his shoulders tightly. "Each moment, I've been waiting for this moment," she confessed, leaning in close and taking a deep breath before whispering, "For this connection, I've held on." Suddenly, Zaviyaar's grip on her waist intensified.