The sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow on Shubman's face. He stirred, stretching his limbs, and blinked away the remnants of sleep. The anticipation of the day ahead danced in his eyes as he slipped into his favorite travel attire—a well-worn pair of jeans and a soft, faded T-shirt. The fabric clung to him like a comforting embrace, ready for the adventures that awaited.

As Shubman descended the creaky wooden staircase, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped him. The ICT home buzzed with life. Yashasvi stood at the foot of the stairs, his eyes wide with excitement. He flung his arms around him, his embrace filled with affection. "Hello, bhaiyya," he whispered, his voice filled with respect.

"Hi, Yash," Shubman replied, ruffling his hair. "You seem right," she added, noting the sparkle in his eyes. Shubman beamed, his joy contagious.

Ishan shuffled into the kitchen. His yawns echoed through the hallway as he ambled toward Shubman. "Veere," he mumbled, wrapping his lanky arms around Shubman's shoulders. "I am sleepy."

Kiara leaned against the kitchen counter. Her eyes crinkled with mischief as she addressed Ishan. "Jaaneman, why don't you sleep on my lap?" she teased, her voice as warm as the morning sun.

Ishan raised an eyebrow. "Why is your voice sounding like that donkey, Kiara?" he retorted, earning a swift slap on the back of his head. He turned to find Kiara, her expression stern. "Sorry, Ki—" he began, but she cut him off with a firm, "Shut up, Ishan Kishan."

Kiara tugged Shubman away from Ishan, her fingers intertwined with his. "Arre, Kiki baby is angry," Shubman chuckled. Kiara pouted, her cheeks flushed. "I am not a baby," she protested, feigning annoyance.

Shubman leaned down and kissed her nose. "You are my cute baby," he whispered, and Kiara's pout melted into a smile.

Soon, they boarded the waiting bus—their vessel for the day's journey. The logistics manager, clipboard in hand, checked off the essentials. "Is Rohit's passport, phone, AirPods, headphones, iPad, laptop, and luggage all accounted for?" he asked, his voice efficient and businesslike.

Rohit, the quiet one among them, nodded. "Yes," he confirmed, his gaze fixed on the horizon beyond the window.

The bus rumbled to life, wheels turning toward the airport. Kiara settled into the seat next to Shubman, her head finding its familiar place on his shoulder. "What are you looking at?" she murmured, her breath warm against his skin.

"You," Shubman replied, his gaze lingering on her tousled hair. Kiara smiled, her lips brushing his cheek in a soft kiss. They both reached for their phones, scrolling through messages and memories.

Meanwhile, Ishan, ever the photographer, snapped a candid shot from behind. He showed it to Aditi, who nodded approvingly. "Post it on Instagram," she encouraged, and Ishan obliged.

Who believes that there is something more than best friendship between @shubmangill and @kiaraaliaadvani?

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aditihundia: Mee
shubmangill: We are just bestfriends right baby?😉
                          ↪kiaraaliaadvani: Exactly babe, just bestfriends😜
anushkasharma: khulee flirting shows everything Mr and Ms.😏😏
                                  ↪kiaraaliaadvani: So, if I flirt with you, then.........😏😏
                                                                      ↪virat.kohli: No flirting with my wifey😡😡
shreyasiyer96: There open flirting is giving away everything.
                             ↪shubmangill: Arre, bhaisaab we are just friends.
shresta002: Someone is single so that is why they are shocked.
                        ↪shreyasiyer96: Shut up!
yuzi_chahal23: Why am I feeling some Majnu vibes from the Punjabi Munda??
                              ↪shubmangill: Arre, we are bestfriends Yuzi Bhai.
sanjanaganesan: Whatever, but you look so cute together.
                                  ↪jaspritb1: You have never told this to me.
athiyashetty: Look how Shub, is giving his shoulder for her to sleep. Learn something @klrahul
                          ↪klrahul: Arre, where did I come from?
                                             ↪athiyashetty: From Mangalore, Karnataka.
                                                                            ↪kiaraaliaadvani: 🤣🤣

shubnanya: Why is this b*tch with our Shub?
                        ↪shub.77.love: Because Ananya cheated on him.
shubish.forever: Want some Ishman pictures @ishankishan23
                                 ↪ishankishan23: Ish is ready but Man is very busy.
                                                                   ↪shubish.forever: Ishan Kishan replied!😃😃
shubmangill: Very soon Ishman picture will be uploaded @shubish.forever.
                          ↪shubish.forver: 😁😁

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At the airport, they navigated check-in counters and immigration queues. In the lounge, Ishan offered, "Anyone for coffee?"

"One for me," Shubman said. Virat chimed in, "One for me too." The others declined, leaving Ishan to order three steaming cups.

"Kiki, don't you want coffee?" Shubman asked, concerned.

"I'll drink from your cup," Kiara replied, her eyes twinkling. Ishan handed Shubman his coffee, glancing at Kiara. "Ki, you don't want coffee?"

"I'll drink from Shub's mug, Kisan Jam," Kiara declared, and Shubman burst into laughter. Ishan joined in. "Laugh all you want," he quipped. "I'll laugh too."

As boarding commenced, Shubman and Kiara settled into their seats together. Kiara turned to him. "Shub, have you read Harry Potter?"

He shook his head. "Not the books, just the movies. Di is a huge Harry Potter fan."

Kiara retrieved her favorite book—'Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban'—from her bag. The pages whispered secrets, and she immersed herself in the wizarding world.

The airplane cabin hummed with anticipation, a cocoon of metal and dreams hurtling through the sky. Kiara sat by the window, her fingers tracing the words of her beloved book—'Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.' The pages whispered secrets, and she was lost in the wizarding world, where magic danced with ink and parchment.

Shubman, on the other hand, gazed out at the clouds. The vast expanse held mysteries—stories of forgotten civilizations, whispered by the wind. He wondered about the lives unfolding below, the dreams taking flight, and the hearts left behind.

Ishan's voice cut through the reverie. "Oi Kiki," he called, leaning across the aisle. "Can I sit next to my Veere?" His eyes pleaded, and Kiara hesitated. She loved her space, her solitude by the window, but Ishan's puppy-dog expression tugged at her heart.

"No," she replied, her tone firm yet gentle. Ishan's shoulders slumped, defeated. "Please," he persisted, his gaze darting toward Aditi, who sat engrossed in her own book. "You can sit with Aditi."

Kiara sighed. "Fine." She unbuckled her seatbelt, and Ishan's grin returned. The seat swap ensued—a delicate ballet of limbs and laughter. Shubman and Ishan leaned in, their voices conspiratorial. What secrets did they share? Kiara wondered, her curiosity piqued.

Aditi leaned toward Kiara. "I wonder what they talk about," she mused, her eyes following the animated duo. Kiara smirked. "Yeah," she replied, "even we girls don't have much to talk about. Yet somehow, they label us gossip mongers."

Aditi nodded, her gaze distant. But Kiara harbored a secret wish—one that fluttered like a moth against her ribs. "I just wish," she whispered, "that Cardan would enchant them. Make them spill out whatever they discuss."

Aditi raised an eyebrow. "Cruel Prince?" she asked, intrigued. Kiara nodded, her eyes alight with mischief. And so, they delved into a spirited discussion about faeries, curses, and forbidden love, their voices blending with the airplane's gentle hum.

Above the clouds, as the sun dipped toward the horizon, Kiara wondered if magic truly existed. Perhaps it did—in whispered conversations, stolen glances, and the promise of new beginnings.

Hey guys,

I have a something to tell you guys.
I am going for coaching in the morning, so I cannot update and managing my personal life and Wattpad is quite challenging so sometimes I may not publish is all the books. Kindly forgive me. I know you guys will be excited for the book, but please understand my situation as well. But, I promise that if I am free I will definetly give all the three books a double update. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Yours
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