The Rhythms Of Her Dreams✨️

12. Plenty of Time✨️

The park was quiet, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows on the ground. The cool breeze rustled the leaves of the trees, and the world around them seemed to slow, as though the moment had been suspended in time. Kaira sat on the wooden bench, her fingers resting lightly on her lap, trying to absorb the serenity of the space. Beside her, Shubman sat, looking out over the peaceful landscape, his posture tense, as though he was preparing himself for something. Kaira noticed the slight tension in his shoulders, the way he kept glancing at her, as if searching for the right words.

She had always admired how comfortable silence felt between them, even when they were both caught in their own thoughts. But today, the silence felt different. It wasn't just the usual quiet; it was thick with something unsaid, an unspoken weight hanging between them.

Kaira had invited him to meet at this secluded spot, hoping the quiet and beauty of the park would help them both have the conversation she felt was overdue. They had been texting, calling, and joking around for weeks, but something had changed in the air between them. They had both stepped into something deeper, and yet, they hadn't really addressed it. She couldn't help but wonder if today would be the day they would finally take the leap.

But she could sense it — Shubman had something on his mind. Something serious. His silence, the way he wouldn't meet her eyes for long, made her stomach knot. Her heart fluttered as she turned towards him, sensing that this moment would define what came next.

After a long pause, Shubman exhaled slowly and spoke. His voice was softer than usual, almost careful. "Kaira, there's something I need to tell you."

Kaira turned to face him fully, trying not to let her nerves show. She had been anticipating this conversation for a while now, but hearing him say it aloud made everything feel more real. "What is it, Shubman?" she asked gently, her voice barely above a whisper.

He hesitated again, as if weighing his next words. His fingers fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, and Kaira saw the way his jaw tightened, the usual confidence that he wore like armor nowhere to be seen. This wasn't the playful, teasing Shubman she was used to. This was a side of him that was vulnerable, open, unsure. And it made her heart ache to see him like this.

"I've been thinking about us a lot lately," he began, his gaze fixed on the ground, as if he couldn't quite bring himself to look at her just yet. "I mean, everything that's been happening between us—how close we've gotten, how much we've shared... But I don't think I'm ready for a relationship. Not yet. My life is... chaotic. My career, my commitments, the constant media attention—there's too much going on. I don't want to pull you into something I can't give you fully. You deserve better than that."

Kaira's heart sank, but she remained silent, letting him speak. She had known this conversation was coming, but hearing it felt different, sharper. There it was, the truth that had been hovering just below the surface. He liked her, but he wasn't ready to dive into anything serious. And as much as it stung, Kaira couldn't blame him. She understood the weight of his life, the demands that came with being in the public eye, the constant pressure of being at the top of his game. It wasn't something she could fully comprehend, but she respected it.

She took a deep breath, allowing the silence to linger for a moment before speaking. "I get it, Shubman," she said softly, her voice calm, steady. "I really do. I'm not asking you to change anything in your life for me."

Shubman looked up at her then, his eyes searching hers, trying to find the hint of disappointment, of hurt that he was sure she must be feeling. But instead, he saw only understanding. Her smile, gentle and unhurried, gave him a small sense of relief, though he couldn't shake the sense of guilt that still lingered. He had expected her to be upset, to argue, to try to convince him to take the leap with her. But here she was, sitting quietly beside him, offering him exactly what he needed most—space.

"I'm not in a rush, Shubman," she continued, her words measured but full of warmth. "I'm not asking you to be ready for anything right now. I just need to know that... whenever you are ready, whenever the timing feels right, that I'll be here."

Her eyes met his, and in that moment, something shifted. It wasn't an expectation, or a promise of forever, but an understanding that whatever happened next, they would both be okay. There was no pressure, no urgency, just two people finding their way together.

Shubman swallowed hard, the weight of her words settling over him. It wasn't often that he encountered someone so patient, someone who could see beyond the chaos of his life and accept the uncertainty. "You'd wait?" he asked, his voice quieter now, a little unsure. "You'd wait for me, even if it takes... a long time?"

Kaira's smile grew, her heart swelling with affection for this man who had already claimed so much of her heart. "I'm not going anywhere, Shubman," she said softly. "I've got time. I'll wait. And when the time is right for both of us, we'll know."

She watched him carefully as he processed her words, and after a long moment, he finally let out a relieved sigh. The tension that had been knotting his body for so long seemed to ease just a little. "You don't know how much that means to me," he murmured. "I didn't want to hurt you. I never wanted to let you down. But you're right. I just... need time. I hope that's okay with you."

"It's more than okay," Kaira replied with a soft laugh. "It's perfect."

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of the wind around them, the rustling of the leaves in the trees. Kaira turned her head toward the sky, where the last traces of sunlight were beginning to fade, leaving behind a soft pink and purple hue. It felt like the world was in perfect harmony with them, as though everything had aligned just right.

Shubman turned to look at her then, his gaze softening even more, his lips curling into a small but genuine smile. "I'm glad you understand. And I'm glad you're... you."

Kaira chuckled, her heart full. "I'm just me, Shubman. And I like you, just as you are."

He smiled, his eyes warm and sincere. "I like you too, Kaira. More than you know."

There was something about the way he said it, the sincerity in his voice, that made Kaira's heart flutter. It wasn't the typical confession of love, but it was something just as meaningful. It was a promise, an unspoken agreement that, no matter what, they would figure this out together.

"So, do we have time?" Kaira asked playfully, looking at him through the corner of her eye.

Shubman chuckled softly, his hand brushing against hers, and for the first time in a long time, he felt truly at ease. "Yeah, we have all the time in the world."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, they sat together in the quiet, a soft sense of hope settling between them. There were no guarantees, no promises that things would work out exactly as they hoped. But in that moment, there was a shared understanding that the future—whatever it might bring—was theirs to face together, at their own pace, in their own time.

And somehow, that felt like enough

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