𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 - shubman gill ✓

𝟑𝟏*

kinda smut? like not the whole thing tho, cause they're too soft

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

The soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the cozy bedroom where Shubman and Mithra lay entwined in each other's embrace. The rhythmic sound of their breathing filled the air, a symphony of peace and contentment.

Mithra stirred slightly, her eyelids fluttering open as she gradually emerged from the depths of sleep. The events of the previous night flooded back to her, filling her heart with warmth and joy.

As she shifted in Shubman's embrace, she couldn't help but admire the sight before her. His tousled hair framed his peaceful face, and the gentle rise and fall of his chest mirrored the steady rhythm of his breathing. He looked so serene, so utterly perfect in that moment.

With a soft sigh, Mithra snuggled closer to him, relishing the warmth of his embrace. She could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath her cheek, a comforting reminder of their deep connection.

As she lay there, basking in the tranquillity of the morning, she couldn't help but notice the way Shubman's hand rested possessively around her waist. It was a simple gesture, yet it spoke volumes about the depth of their bond.

A faint smile tugged at the corners of Mithra's lips as she recalled the events of the previous evening. The laughter, the teasing, the stolen moments of intimacy—all of it had made for a night she would cherish forever.

Just then, Shubman stirred beside her, his eyes fluttering open as he slowly emerged from sleep. His morning voice was husky and rough, sending a shiver down Mithra's spine as she listened to him speak.

"Good morning," he murmured, his voice tinged with sleep.

Mithra couldn't help but smile at the sound of his voice. There was something undeniably sexy about the way he sounded in the morning, all warm and gravelly with sleep.

"Good morning," she replied, her voice soft and filled with affection.

They lay there for a moment, simply enjoying each other's presence in the quiet stillness of the morning. The world outside seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in the simple pleasure of being together.

In that moment, as the first light of dawn painted the room in hues of gold and pink, Mithra knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be—wrapped in Shubman's arms, surrounded by love, and ready to face whatever the future held, together.

As they lay there in each other's arms, the morning sunlight filtering through the curtains, Shubman's voice continued to fill the room, casting a spell of warmth and intimacy over them.

Mithra couldn't help but revel in the moment, the simple pleasure of being wrapped up in his embrace, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest against hers. His presence was a comforting anchor, grounding her in the present and banishing any lingering worries or doubts.

"Your morning voice is so sexy," Mithra teased, a playful grin dancing on her lips as she looked up at him.

Shubman chuckled, a deep rumble that reverberated through his chest. "Is that so?" he replied, his voice laced with amusement as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "I'll have to remember that for future reference."