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Shobhana's POV
The sunlight filtered through the curtains, soft and golden, signaling the start of another chaotic day. Yesterday had been a whirlwind—returning home, sorting out groceries, and organizing the house—but it wasn't over yet.
Today was shopping day.
Rubbing my eyes, I glanced to my right. Shubman lay sprawled on his stomach, his face smushed into the pillow, his hair adorably messy.
He looked so peaceful that I almost didn't want to get up. Almost.
Biting back a smile, I carefully slid out of bed, moving as quietly as possible so as not to wake him. My ninja-level stealth was rewarded when he stayed blissfully asleep.
I made my way to the bathroom, freshened up quickly, and then headed downstairs to the kitchen, my bare feet padding softly on the cold floor.
The first sip of coffee was blissful as I opened my emails and scanned through them. My thoughts were interrupted by strong, familiar arms wrapping snugly around my waist.
"Good morning," I said, unable to stop the grin spreading across my face as Shubman pressed his chin onto my shoulder.
"Good morning to you too," he murmured, his voice deliciously raspy. He leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on my cheek.
I turned my head slightly, catching his gaze. His eyes were heavy-lidded with sleep, and his hair stuck out in wild directions.
This man makes bedhead look sexy, I thought, before mentally slapping myself for getting distracted.
"You better go get ready," I teased. "We've got shopping to do, Mr. Gill."
"Yes, ma'am," he said with a mock salute, spinning me around briefly to steal a quick kiss before sprinting off to the bathroom.
I shook my head, laughing softly. "God, this boy is driving me insane."
I finished my coffee and cleaned the mug before heading upstairs. As I approached the bedroom, I could hear Shubman belting out an old Bollywood song in the shower, his voice cracking gloriously at the high notes.
I clapped a hand over my mouth to stifle the laughter threatening to spill out.
God help me. How did I fall for this dork?
Since I'd already showered, I rummaged through my wardrobe for an outfit. I finally settled on a black crop top with high-waisted ripped jeans that hugged my legs perfectly.
Pairing it with white sneakers, I tied my hair into a high ponytail.
As I adjusted my earrings, Shubman emerged from the bathroom, a towel slung low on his hips. Droplets of water glistened on his abs, and his damp hair fell into his eyes. He ran a hand through it, looking effortlessly sexy.
Oh, for crying out loud. Stop ogling your boyfriend, Shobhana.
"Babe, did you see my shirt?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly from the shower.
"It's on your bag over there," I replied, gesturing to the table while pretending not to stare.
"Oh, yeah, thanks," he said, grabbing it.
When I turned around, I noticed we were both wearing black. My fitted crop top matched perfectly with his black T-shirt and distressed jeans.
"Look at us, twinning," I chuckled, pointing at our outfits.
"I didn't even notice," he laughed, pulling his T-shirt on.
"I'll meet you near the car," I said, tucking my phone into my pocket and heading for the door.
Before I could make it, Shubman caught my wrist.
"Wait," he murmured.
"What—" I started, but my words were cut off as his lips crashed against mine.
The kiss was slow and deliberate, his lips moving against mine with maddening expertise. His hands slid under my crop top, the warmth of his palms grazing my skin.
"Shubman," I gasped, swatting his hands away half-heartedly.
"God, I love the way you taste," he said against my lips, his voice thick with desire. His breath was hot on my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
"You're so damn irresistible."
"Stop flattering me," I said, trying to sound stern but failing miserably.
"I'm not flattering you, baby. Just stating facts," he whispered, his lips brushing against my neck, making my knees weak.
"Okay, okay," I said breathlessly, pushing him away gently. "We need to go before this escalates."
"Escalates, huh?" he smirked, his hands still resting on my waist. "I wouldn't mind that."
"Shubman!" I exclaimed, laughing as I darted out of the room.
He chased after me, shouting, "Wait for me, sweetheart!"
In the car, I glanced at him as he pulled on a black baseball cap.
"I have a doubt," I teased. "Won't people recognize you?"
"They might," he said with a sly grin, tilting the cap forward. "But this cap makes me invisible. See? Shubman Gill who?"
I burst out laughing. "You're impossible."
He grinned, leaning closer. "But you love me anyway, don't you?"
I rolled my eyes, my smile giving me away. "Yeah, yeah. Let's go before I change my mind."
As he started the car, I couldn't help but think how much I loved this chaotic, funny, and incredibly hot man who made even mundane mornings feel special.
