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Shobhana's POV
"No way! You did not just do that!" I laughed, holding my stomach as I nearly choked on my drink.
"Oh, I did. And I have zero regrets," Shubman laughed back, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leaned back, clearly pleased with himself.
I couldn't help but laugh even harder. He always knew how to make me feel both completely at ease and completely crazy at the same time.
"Remember how you watched me leave?" I started the lyrics to our favourite song slipping out like they had been rehearsed.
Shubman raised an eyebrow, looking at me with a playful smile, "Oh yeah, and if it's okay with you... it's okay with me."
I nodded, smiling softly, "We could call it even."
"Yeah," he agreed with a nod. "I think we can."
I glanced at the clock on the wall, and then back at him, "What time is it?" I asked, already knowing what his answer was going to be.
"3 AM," he muttered, yawning as he stretched and adjusted himself on the couch.
"Ugh, go to sleep, you workaholic," I teased, rolling my eyes.
He waved me off, "Nah, I'm good. I'll just sit here and pretend to be productive."
I raised my eyebrows. "Okay, well, if you insist. I'm going to finish my work, though." I grabbed my laptop and took my seat again, my fingers already dancing across the keyboard as I finalized the details for Taylor's photo shoot.
It wasn't long before I noticed Shubman had fallen asleep on the couch. I looked up at him and smiled. I couldn't believe how quickly he had passed out.
With a sigh, I got up and adjusted his head on the couch, slipping a pillow under it.
I covered him with a blanket, all the while whispering softly, "You're a big baby, you know that?"
I went back to my seat, packing up my things, but before I could leave the room, the weight of exhaustion hit me.
I glanced at the clock again—it was almost 4 AM.
After finishing up, I made myself a coffee and stepped out onto the balcony. The cool breeze brushed against my skin, and I let out a long breath, trying to clear my mind.
I plugged in my AirPods and started playing Taylor Swift on shuffle, letting her voice fill the silence. As I sang along, the words felt different now, more personal.
