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A few weeks had passed since the chaotic dinner with Shubman's cricket buddies, and things had settled into a comfortable rhythm for Kamari and him. They were back in Mumbai now, both busy with their own work but always finding time for each other.
Kamari had just come back home after a long shopping spree with Iliana, Anushka Sharma, Natasa, Ritika Sajdeh, and Athiya Shetty. It had been a fun day—filled with laughter, fashion advice, and way too many bags to carry. She finally kicked off her shoes, sighing in relief as she dropped onto the couch.
Just as she was about to relax, Shubman walked out of the bedroom with a grin on his face. He had his phone in one hand and was scrolling through something, probably cricket stats or memes. He glanced up and his eyes lit up as he noticed the mountain of shopping bags next to Kamari.
"Whoa, did you buy the entire store or what?" he teased, walking over to her and plopping down beside her. "How many outfits did you buy?"
Kamari laughed, stretching out her legs. "Not that many! The girls just couldn't stop picking things out for me. You know how it is when you shop with a group—peer pressure is real."
Shubman raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "Uh-huh. Sure. You know what this means, right?"
"What?" Kamari asked, sitting up a bit straighter, curiosity piqued by his tone.
Shubman smirked and leaned in closer, his voice low and playful. "Fashion show. You're gonna have to try on all those outfits for me. Every single one."
Kamari rolled her eyes, but there was a smile tugging at her lips. "Oh, come on. You're kidding."
"Do I look like I'm kidding?" Shubman leaned back, crossing his arms and giving her a cheeky grin. "I wanna see all of them. Show me what my girl's got. Let's go, babe. Strut your stuff."
Kamari groaned but couldn't help the laugh that escaped. "You are ridiculous. Fine, fine! But don't laugh if something looks weird."
"I promise I'll be on my best behaviour," he said, putting on a mock-serious expression that quickly broke into a grin. "Now, go get ready. I'm setting up a front-row seat."
With an exaggerated sigh, Kamari grabbed the bags and headed toward the bedroom. As she rummaged through the bags, she couldn't help but smile to herself. Shubman could be such a dork, but it was one of the things she adored about him.
