CHAPTER-6

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Y/N and Shubman sat in their living room, surrounded by a comfortable silence. The sounds of the city floated in through the open window, a soothing background noise to their peaceful moment. Y/N was curled up on the couch, her head resting in Shubman's lap. He was gently carding his fingers through her hair, the movement slow and soothing.

Shubman occasionally leaned down to plant soft, lingering kisses on her forehead or her cheek. His gaze was filled with tenderness as he looked down at her. Every so often, his fingers traced gentle patterns on her shoulders or along her collarbone, leaving tingles of warmth in their wake.

Y/N, in turn, allowed herself to be lulled into a state of relaxation by his touch. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his fingers against her skin, the sound of his breathing, and the steady rise and fall of his chest under her head. The silence between them was not uncomfortable, but peaceful.

After a while, Shubman spoke, his voice barely above a murmur. "I never thought I'd be this happy," he confessed, his fingers still moving through her hair. There was a hint of disbelief in his tone, as if he was still coming to terms with the reality of being married.

Y/N opened her eyes, peering up at him from her position in his lap. She smiled, her gaze mirroring the love and contentment she felt. "Me neither," she admitted. "But here we are." She reached up to touch his cheek, tracing the line of his jaw with her fingertips.

Shubman's expression softened even further, his eyes glittering with affection. He turned his head, pressing a kiss into her palm, his lips lingering there for a moment. "It's all because of you," he murmured, his voice filled with reverence.

Y/N felt a lump form in her throat at his words. She could feel the depth of his feelings in the way he looked at her, the way he held her. She shifted a bit, sitting up and turning to face him fully. She rested her hands on his shoulders, her body now angled towards him. "And it's because of you, too," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Shubman reached out, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer. Their bodies were now pressed against each other, the proximity adding an extra layer of intimacy to the moment. He touched her face, his thumb gently tracing over her lower lip.

Y/N leaned into his touch, her eyes half-lidded as she looked at him. A myriad of emotions flickered across her face - trust, love, desire. She placed her hands flat against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under her palms.

Shubman's breathing hitched at her touch, the contact sending a shiver down his spine. He gazed at her, his eyes roving over her features, taking in every contour, every eyelash, every freckle. His hand at her waist slipped beneath the fabric of her top, his fingertips making burningly slow trails on the bare skin of her back.

Y/N let out a soft gasp at the sensation, the coolness of his skin against the warmth of hers sending tingles up her spine. She pressed herself even closer, her hands roaming across his shoulders, her fingers gently grasping his nape. The air around them became thick with tension, their proximity heightening every small action, every touch.

Shubman's hand continued its path up her back, his touch becoming more deliberate, less tentative. His fingers splayed over her skin, mapping out the terrain, committing it to memory. His other hand slid up her arm, eventually coming to rest on her hip, his grip tightening slightly.

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