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A few days later, the vibrant energy of New York City seemed to mirror the playful mood that had taken over Shubman and Kamari. They had spent the afternoon exploring the city, visiting iconic landmarks, and sampling street food. Now, back in Shubman's hotel room, their playful banter continued unabated.
The room was filled with the soft glow of the setting sun, casting a warm, golden hue over everything.
Kamari, dressed in a casual pair of jeans and a comfortable t-shirt, was teasing Shubman about his less-than-stellar attempt at imitating a street performer they had seen earlier.
Shubman, in a simple white t-shirt and athletic shorts, was defending his impromptu performance with exaggerated gestures and mock indignation.
"You have to admit," Kamari said, laughing as she dodged another playful swipe from Shubman, "your juggling skills need some serious work."
"Oh, really?" Shubman retorted, grinning as he advanced on her. "Let's see how you fare when you're at the mercy of my superior skills."
Before Kamari could react, Shubman swooped in, effortlessly lifting her off her feet. She let out a surprised squeal, her laughter bubbling up as he spun her around in a wide circle.
The room blurred around them, the sensation of spinning adding to the light-headed giddiness she felt.
"Shubman! Put me down!" Kamari exclaimed between fits of giggles, her arms wrapping around his neck for support.
"Not until you admit I'm the best juggler in New York," Shubman teased, his own laughter mixing with hers as he continued to spin her.
"Okay, okay, you're the best juggler!" Kamari conceded, her laughter infectious.
Satisfied, Shubman slowed his spinning and gently set Kamari back on her feet, both of them slightly dizzy from the impromptu whirlwind.
They stood close together, breathless from their playful antics, their smiles wide and genuine.
Kamari looked up at Shubman, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "You're impossible, you know that?"
Shubman grinned, leaning in to kiss her lightly on the forehead. "And you love it."
Kamari playfully swatted his arm. "Maybe I do," she admitted, her smile softening. She reached up, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "I'm really glad we met, Shubman."
