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A few weeks later, Shubman and Evara found themselves sitting side by side in a cozy private jet, heading to South Africa for a getaway.
The soft hum of the engine was the only sound that surrounded them, but the air between them was filled with something much more intense—anticipation, excitement, and the unspoken promise of an unforgettable adventure.
Evara sat close to Shubman, her fingers lightly tracing the rim of the champagne glass in her hand. She was wearing a simple yet elegant black dress, her hair loose and flowing around her shoulders.
Shubman, in a relaxed but still effortlessly stylish outfit—a fitted navy blue shirt and khaki pants—had his eyes focused on the landscape below them, but he kept stealing glances at her.
"You know," Shubman said with a playful smirk, breaking the silence, "I can't believe we're actually doing this. I mean, South Africa? It's like a dream come true."
Evara smiled, her eyes brightening. "I know, right? I've always wanted to see this place, and now that we're here together... it's even better."
She leaned into him, her head resting on his shoulder. "It feels like we're escaping from the whole world, doesn't it?"
He nodded, pulling her closer, his arm sliding around her. "Exactly. No cameras, no crowds, just us. A real vacation."
Evara chuckled softly, looking up at him. "Except for the occasional selfie, right?" She winked playfully.
Shubman grinned, knowing all too well that no trip with Evara was complete without a few impromptu pictures and cheeky selfies.
"I suppose I'll allow it," he said teasingly. "But you better make me look good, babe."
"Oh, you're already perfect," she teased, running her fingers through his hair. "You could be in a potato sack and still look like a model."
His smile deepened as he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, lingering kiss. "Flattery will get you everywhere, sweetheart," he whispered against her lips, his voice low and playful.
Evara pulled back, grinning. "Well, it's true."
They spent the next few hours talking about everything—plans for their time in South Africa, things they wanted to do, the places they wanted to visit, and, of course, sharing quiet laughs and stolen kisses.
