When Varun finally returned, Anya was waiting for him at the airport.
The moment they saw each other, a wave of emotion washed over them.
They ran into each other's arms, the hug lingering, a silent confession of their love.
As they drove home, the city lights blurring past the car window, a comfortable silence settled between them.
It was a silence filled with unspoken words, a shared understanding.
"I missed you so much," Anya said, breaking the silence.
Varun smiled. "I missed you too," he replied. "More than you can imagine."
They spent the next few days catching up, sharing stories, and simply enjoying each other's company.
One evening, as they were sitting on the couch, the TV playing softly in the background, Varun took Anya's hand.
"Anya," he began, his voice barely a whisper. "I love you."
Anya's heart skipped a beat. She had been waiting for him to say those words.
"I love you too, Varun," she replied, her voice filled with emotion.
They shared a tender moment, their eyes locked, their hearts pounding.
They wanted to kiss, to express their love physically. But they held back.
They knew that their love was pure, and they wanted to honor it.
"We'll wait," Varun said, his voice gentle. "We'll wait until it's right."
Anya nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. "I know," she replied. "I'm ready to wait."
As they sat there, hand in hand, they knew that their love was stronger than any obstacle.
They had found their soulmate, and they were ready to face whatever the future held, together.
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