"I love drawing," you added while dinner was untouched.
"That's amazing, sweetie," Shubman said, clasping your hands on the table as he sat on the other side. "Can I have the privilege of seeing your beautiful works someday?"
"I'll show you my sketchbooks tomorrow," you said excitedly. "I actually had my interest in fashion designing," your fingers tapped at his knuckles randomly. "In the end, I got a degree which had nothing to do with fashion or my current job."
"It is still possible to get involved in art without formal education on it," he said, stretching the joints of your fingers and stimulating your nerve endings. "Pursuing something you're passionate about only takes effort and commitment."
That's what Shahneel said. He'll have to talk with her later and get to know all about it.
And money, you wanted to tell, if you were going all the way out on your own. Your plan was to maybe earn enough from part-time jobs and just maybe develop your own collection.
You had tried burying all those dreams. You weren't that lucky.
"You've seen my sister, right?" Shubman asked, raising your hand up and kissing your knuckles.
"That day when the café just opened," you nodded. Shahneel, if you remembered your co-worker educating you about the infamous mafia boss correctly.
He wasn't as bad as people made him out to be, really.
Or maybe you haven't just seen that side of him yet.
"So who's older?" You asked, hands still in his.
"She is," Shubman answered. "Two and a half years. I was born in 1999, the eighth of September."
"I'll remember that," you mumbled as his lips rested against your knuckles.
"And yours, baby?" He asked, adding another kiss to the back of your hand as he caressed it.
"The same year," you said and watched as he waited. "That's all I know. I don't have a birth certificate."
You avoided his eyes, unclasping your hands and finally moving the plate of dinner in front of you.
It stung to see everyone around you have a real birthday which you never did.
Blame it on ignorance. No documents were kept and no one was going to remember the day after twenty four years.
Seeing how you actively tried distracting yourself, Shubman didn't ask anything further and just watched you eat.
When you were done, he walked you home like he has been doing for the past three days, only this time, holding your hand.
You wanted to tell him more, but decided that it could wait for another day, seeing how you were already near the gate.
"Are you still sure you're not hungry?" You asked doubtfully. All he had was a bite or two from your plate.
"I'm sure, baby," Shubman held your cheeks, easing the slight frown on your face. "Don't worry about it. As long as you're with me, everything else is trivial."
He kissed the tip of your nose, drawing out a smile from you.
His men waiting behind kept their eyes down. Because they knew, even if they raised a brow, they'd be killed once you were out of sight.
"One kiss?" He asked in a whisper, leaning forward and you leaned back playfully.
Slapping his shoulder a little, you mumbled with a light-hearted smile. "Shameless."
"Am I?" Shubman asked coyly, sneaking his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to his chest.
He only turned his head a little and coldly eyed his men who knew the drill.
As a response, they turned all the way around, looking at the other side.
What's more funny than a bunch of random and similarly dressed people staring at an empty road?
This was a new addition since there seemed to be a lot of people wandering off to get near him recently.
Shubman wouldn't care much. But this time, it also concerned your safety.
That's why breakfast and dinner was with him.
Also because he absolutely loves being near you all the time.
Lunch is skipped only because his field of work demands some things to be done.
You were still watched over during daytime, like before you got together.
The light in his eyes was back as he looked at you again, kissing your cheek.
"Just once?" He asked again and you nodded. You knew if you were uncomfortable and you told him, he'd never do anything against your will.
You weren't so you held his shoulders over his blazer, eyes closing at the familiarity of his lips on yours.
Shubman kissed you like the moment you fell in love. Like the first drop of rain falling silently in the ocean.
He pulled away shortly, placing a kiss on your forehead instead before his eyes looked into yours again.
"What?" You responded to his staring.
Is this what they say about forgetting the butterflies? Because you felt the whole zoo in your stomach.
"I love you," he said, kissing you again and removing his arms from your waist so that he can caress your cheek. "I'm happy to be yours."
"I love you too," you said back, placing a hand on top of his.
Some things, you can try but you can never escape what's meant to be.
Fate and destiny align.
Shubman believed that it was written in the stars, that it was made to happen by a force that controls the future.
It was written in the stars that you both would meet and fall in love.
Therefore, anyone who tries to take you away from him will learn if the afterlife really exists.
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FanfictionA Mafia Shubman Gill AU Your life had been perfectly planned out and you made sure nothing got in the way of your established routine. Until a certain mafia boss shows up and you both start wondering, was it really? Started- December 28, 2023 Ended...