( 017 ) intruder alert

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Shobhana's POV

I was in the middle of the best sleep of my life when a sudden, loud bang jolted me awake. My heart leaped into my throat, and I instinctively grabbed the cricket bat that always rests next to my bed, ready to swing at whatever—or whoever—was causing the noise.

What the hell? I thought, half asleep, and fully prepared to turn into a superhero with a bat. I crept towards the window, the bat in my hand like some sort of weaponized comfort. I was ready to destroy anyone who dared break into my peaceful life.

I yanked the curtain open, and—oh. My. God.

"Shobhana! It's me!" Shubman's voice rang out below, and I froze mid-swing.

Shubman? What the hell is he doing here at this hour?

I let out a frustrated sigh, lowering the bat. "Shubman, what the hell are you doing here?" I asked, my voice thick with sleep.

He looked up at me, wide-eyed. "You weren't picking up your phone!" he exclaimed, looking like a lost puppy. "And why do you have a bat?"

Oh god, why do I feel like an idiot right now?

"I thought someone was breaking in," I muttered, still in a haze, and he snickered.

"May I come in now?" he asked with a playful grin, clearly amused by the situation.

I rolled my eyes but moved aside, muttering, "Yeah, come on in."

He nimbly climbed in through the window, and I couldn't help but notice the way his muscles flexed as he did. Damn, he's hot. Focus, Shobhana. Focus.

He landed lightly on the floor, flashing a grin at me. "Nice room," he complimented, his eyes scanning the place.

I leaned against the window frame, crossing my arms. "What are you doing here, anyway?" I asked, still trying to get my bearings.

"Well, I missed you, so I came to see you," he answered casually, taking a step closer. My heart skipped a beat, and I tried to play it cool.

"You never told me you play cricket," he said, a teasing glint in his eyes as he noticed the bat I'd been wielding.

"I used to," I replied, dropping the bat on my bed. "Not anymore."

He raised an eyebrow. "What happened?"

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