𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, [ SHUBMAN GILL ]

6. Samundar pe Mulakatein

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Layla couldn't have asked for a more perfect morning in Hawaii.

The sun was shining, the sky was a brilliant blue, and the waves crashing against the shore were music to her ears.

She wandered along the sandy beach, her flip-flops in one hand, a half-finished coconut drink in the other.

For the first time in ages, she felt like she could just breathe.

Lost in her thoughts, she kept her eyes on the ocean, letting the gentle breeze sweep through her hair.

But just as she turned a corner near some rocks, she collided with something-no, someone!

Her coconut drink splashed out of her hand, the icy liquid spilling all over the poor guy's shirt.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" Layla blurted out, wide-eyed as she reached to pick up the empty coconut. "I wasn't looking where I was going!"

[Author: the only time Layla relates with me, lol]

The guy in front of her, who looked like he'd just stepped out of a fitness magazine, shook his head with a laugh.

His dark hair, slightly tousled from the breeze, only made him look more effortlessly handsome.

Shubman ran a hand through his hair, giving her a grin that showed off his best features– his dimples.

"Hey, it's alright," he said, chuckling. "No harm done. Although, I have to admit, this isn't how I usually cool off on the beach."

Layla couldn't help but roll her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips despite her embarrassment.

"Yeah, well, think of it as a free beachside bath. You're welcome."

[Author: am i the only one who loves writing sarcastic things?]

He laughed again, clearly enjoying her sarcasm.

"Guess I owe you one then." He looked down at his soaked shirt, then back up at her, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Name's Shub, by the way."

"Shub?" she repeated, arching an eyebrow.

She crossed her arms, studying him curiously. "That's it? Just Shub?"

Shubman smirked, giving a casual shrug. "Yep, just Shub.
Short for Shubham,” he lied easily, keeping his true identity hidden.

"Layla Perez," she replied, extending a hand with a playful smirk. "No need for you to call me 'just Layla,' though."