[The Crush Ship, Previously known as Midnight Rain.]
🌸 The Crush Ship: When hearts collide, someone's bound to sink.
Siya Kapoor:
I spend my days fixing minds that are too tangled to breathe... But no one ever taught me how to fix my own.
Love? It...
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3. The Night Hangout.
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They walked out into the quiet streets, the night air cool against their skin.
"Tell me your definition of hanging out isn't just... walking aimlessly?" Siya asked, crossing her arms as she looked over at him.
Shubman chuckled, hands tucked casually into his pockets. "Maybe," he said with a small grin. "Or maybe not."
"Shubman, seriously?" she pressed, her brows lifting in disbelief.
He glanced at her, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Have some patience, love. I know the perfect place."
"Love?" Siya repeated, her tone dripping with mock annoyance. "You've known me properly for what, a few hours?"
"Hmm, but I've known your name since tenth grade," he said with a smirk. "That counts for something."
Siya rolled her eyes, trying to hide the smile tugging at her lips. "Unbelievable," she muttered, shaking her head.
"Exactly what my mom says when I ask for parathas at midnight," he replied, laughing.
"FYI, I'm not your mom," Siya said, shooting him a sideways glare.
Shubman laughed under his breath. "Siya Kapoor, do you have even an ounce of patience in you?" he asked, glancing at her with that half annoyed, half amused look.
"Depends on the company, honestly," she said, her tone casual but her eyes teasing.
He gasped dramatically. "Wow. So you're saying I'm the problem?"
"If the shoe fits," she replied, shrugging.
Shubman pressed a hand to his chest, pretending to be hurt. "You wound me, Siya Kapoor. I was just trying to make this night interesting."
"By making me walk aimlessly through empty streets?" she said, raising an eyebrow.
"Correction," he said, pointing ahead. "By making you walk towards something interesting."
She rolled her eyes but smiled anyway. "This better be worth it, Gill."
"Oh, it will be," he said, that mischievous grin never leaving his face. "You'll thank me later."
"How long do we need to walk?" Siya asked, already sounding a little breathless. She wasn't exactly a walking person, more of a cab and chill type.
"Rickshaw stand tak toh chal le," Shubman said, glancing back at her with a grin.
(At least walk till the rickshaw stand.)
"You didn't mention cardio was part of this hangout plan," she muttered under her breath, adjusting her dupatta that kept slipping off her shoulder.
