In the bustling city of Mumbai, Aahan Shubman Gill, a training cricketer, lives a life driven by ambition and discipline. His days are filled with board meetings, high-stakes negotiations, and the constant pursuit of success. Despite his achievement...
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Samaira, Akaay, Agastya, Ahaan, Vamika, and Aadhya were on a trip to Manali, enjoying a well-deserved getaway. The crisp morning air carried the scent of pine and fresh snow, and the sun was just beginning to rise over the mountains. It was around 6 AM, and while everyone else was still wrapped in their blankets, Samaira stood on the porch, wrapped in a shawl, sipping a warm cup of coffee.
Ahaan, noticing her from inside, walked up behind her and gently wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close.
"Hello, girlfriend," he murmured against her hair, his voice still heavy with sleep.
Samaira smiled, feeling warmth spread through her despite the cold. She leaned her head against his chest and whispered, "Hello, boyfriend."
For a few moments, they stayed like that, wrapped in each other's embrace, watching the golden light slowly bathe the snow-covered peaks. Ahaan pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, making her giggle.
"You know," she said, turning in his arms to face him, "this is perfect."
"Of course, it is," Ahaan smirked. "I'm here."
Samaira playfully smacked his chest. "So full of yourself."
Before Ahaan could respond, a loud yawn came from behind them. Akaay stood in the doorway, rubbing his eyes.
"Am I interrupting something, or is it too early for your mushy romance?" Akaay teased, shivering in the cold.
Ahaan rolled his eyes while Samaira chuckled. "Go back to sleep, Akaay," she said.
"No way, I smelled coffee," he grinned, stepping forward.
Just then, Agastya walked out, followed by Aadhya and Vamika, all wrapped in thick blankets, looking half-asleep.
"Why are we up this early?" Vamika groaned.
"Because," Aadhya yawned, "I heard giggling and knew it had to be these two lovebirds."
Ahaan groaned. "Can you all just let me have a peaceful moment with my girlfriend?"
"Not a chance," Agastya smirked, grabbing a cup of coffee.
And just like that, their peaceful morning turned into a playful mess of teasing and laughter, setting the tone for another unforgettable day in Manali.
Samaira stood in the cozy wooden kitchen of their Manali cabin, humming softly as she stirred a pot of hot chocolate. The morning chill still lingered in the air, and the warmth from the stove was comforting. She reached for a mug, completely unaware of the mischievous presence behind her.
Ahaan smirked as he leaned against the doorway, watching her. The way her hair fell over her shoulder, the soft concentration on her face—it made his heart skip a beat. Deciding to act on impulse, he stepped forward quietly and slid his arms around her waist from behind.
