( 014 ) you drive me crazy

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Shobhana's POV

Later I was lounging in my room, scrolling mindlessly through my phone when I get a text from Shubman. It's short and simple, but it makes my heart race nonetheless.

Shubman: Be ready by 6 p.m. Wear something nice. I've got a surprise for you, baby girl.

Nice? Baby girl? 

Oh, he's pulling out all the stops today. My cheeks heat up as I reread the text a few more times, imagining what he had planned. 

He's been extra sweet and thoughtful ever since we started dating officially a month ago, and I have to admit, it's making me fall for him even harder.

But "something nice" is so vague! What does he mean by that? I glance at my closet, biting my lip. My eyes land on a corset-style top I'd made out of one of my mom's old sarees. 

It's a dark shade with delicate gold embroidery and feels equal parts chic and sentimental. Pairing it with some fitted high-waisted jeans and my heels seems like a safe but stylish bet.

As I get ready, I keep glancing at the clock. 5:55 p.m. Shit, I hope I'm not late.


Shubman's POV

I'm pacing in the hotel lobby, checking my watch every thirty seconds. She's late. Of course, she's late. 

Why do women always take so long to get ready? But then again, I'd wait an eternity to see her. God, I'm pathetic.

I glance at my reflection in the mirrored wall. Faded denim jeans, a crisp white shirt rolled up at the sleeves, and my black leather jacket draped over my shoulder. 

I look good if I do say so myself. Oh, Shubman, you're killing it tonight, bro.

I smirk at my reflection. She's gonna lose it when she sees you. No one can resist the charm.

Suddenly, I hear the sound of heels clicking against the floor, and I turn to see her walking toward me.


Shobhana's POV

When I step into the lobby, I spot him instantly. He's leaning casually against a pillar, his hair perfectly messy, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up just enough to show those ridiculous veins on his forearms. 

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