shubman gill and Sadhana know each other from childhood, moreover childhood friends but both had feelings for each other and never confessed, they parted away 7 years ago since both wanna concentrate on their career, Sadhana and Shubman meet once ag...
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After what seemed like an eternity in traffic, Sadhana and Shubman finally reached her mansion. The grand structure loomed ahead, its imposing architecture a testament to her success. Shubman parked the car, and as they stepped out, he noticed a group of staff members efficiently unloading boxes and furniture from a truck.
"These are from Toronto?" Shubman asked, a bit surprised at the sheer volume of things being moved.
Sadhana nodded with a smile. "Yeah, I had a lot of stuff shipped over. Wanted to bring a piece of my life there back with me here."
He admired her thoughtfulness, understanding how much Toronto had meant to her. "You've really thought of everything," he said, his voice laced with admiration.
In just two hours, the staff had neatly settled everything in place. The mansion began to feel more like a home, filled with the essence of Sadhana's life. Once everything was in order, Shubman turned to her, his curiosity piqued. "So, where's your room?"
Sadhana gestured towards the stairs. "It's upstairs, at the end of the hallway."
Shubman nodded and headed up, carrying his bag with him. The room was spacious, with a king-sized bed dominating the center, surrounded by elegant furniture and soft, warm lighting. He quickly changed into a comfortable t-shirt and shorts that stopped at his mid-thigh, feeling more relaxed as he did.
Just as he was adjusting his shirt, Sadhana entered the room. She leaned against the door frame, watching him with a soft smile. "Settled in already?" she teased.
Shubman grinned at her. "As much as I can be, I guess. But something's missing..." He looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on the elegant saree she was wearing. "You."
She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? And what's that supposed to mean?"
Without warning, Shubman closed the distance between them, his hands gently grabbing her by the waist. He could feel the delicate waistband under his fingers, the smooth silk of her saree brushing against his skin. "I mean, I can't have my beautiful girlfriend feeling uncomfortable, can I?" His voice was low, teasing, as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear.
Sadhana blushed, her heart fluttering at his touch. "I... I need to change too," she managed to say, her voice a bit breathless.
But before she could move, Shubman tightened his grip, pulling her closer. His eyes locked onto hers, filled with a playful intensity. "Then let me help you," he whispered, his voice full of mischief.
Before she could protest, Shubman began to slowly and deliberately remove her pallu, the fabric slipping from her shoulder and pooling at her feet. He leaned in and kissed the exposed skin of her collarbone, his lips trailing down to her shoulder. She shivered under his touch, her body responding to his every move.
Next, he reached for her earrings, carefully unclasping them and setting them aside, his fingers brushing against her skin in the process. He moved on to her necklace, unhooking it with ease and placing a kiss on the hollow of her throat where the necklace had been.
