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Shubman's POV
I couldn't help but feel a little smug as I thought about how lucky I was. I mean, have you seen my girlfriend?
She's not only drop-dead gorgeous but a total boss when it comes to her photography.
I could already picture her career blowing up, and I was all in for it. But right now, we were in the middle of a photo shoot, and she was making me look good—like really good.
I showed up at the shoot, casually dressed in my T-shirt and sweatpants, not realizing just how much effort she had already put into this whole thing.
As I walked up, I saw her juggling multiple things, camera around her neck, setting up lights, and making sure everything was perfect.
"Damn, that's a lot of stuff," I said, eyeing all the gear she had scattered around.
"Yeah, the outfit's in the bag. Go change and come back," she said without missing a beat, her focus laser-sharp.
I grinned and grabbed the bag she pointed to. "You sure you don't need help with all this?" I winked.
She rolled her eyes. "Just go change, Shubman."
I quickly disappeared behind a nearby screen to change. A few minutes later, I stepped out in the outfit she'd chosen.
She looked me up and down, and the little smirk she gave me made me feel like a million bucks.
"Well, don't you look handsome?" she smiled, eyes glinting with approval.
"That I am," I smirked, striking a pose.
She raised an eyebrow. "Alright, let's start. I want you to look into the distance while walking. One hand in your pocket. Got it?"
"Got it, ma'am," I said, saluting her dramatically before getting into position.
I could feel her eyes on me as I started walking. I caught her looking through the lens, her messy bun bouncing slightly with each movement.
She looked so hot when she was focused—glasses on, biting her lip, totally in her element. I could feel the heat rising in my body just from that image.
She clicked the camera a few times, and I gave her my best smouldering look. "Done," she said, examining the shots on her camera.
"Can I see the photo?" I asked, already knowing I looked great.
