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Shubman lay on his bed, the early morning light creeping through his window. He had barely slept the whole night, his mind replaying every detail of the picture Shobhana had sent him. 

Her confidence, her beauty, the way she owned the moment—it was enough to drive him mad. His phone buzzed, pulling him out of his thoughts.

He grabbed it, hoping for another message from her, but instead, it was a notification from Instagram. His heart skipped a beat when he saw that Shobhana had posted a picture.

His thumb hovered over the screen, and he clicked on it.

It was a series of shots from last night—Shobhana, the dress that had driven him crazy hanging perfectly around her body, and her smile—oh, that smile. He could practically hear her laughter through the screen. 

The caption read, "Living my best life. 😎 #NYC #ClubNight"


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Shubman swallowed hard. His fingers brushed over the screen, zooming in on the photo.

"God damn it," he muttered under his breath, his gaze travelling over every curve, every detail. She looked like she belonged on a runway, not at some club. 

The way the dress hugged her body... the slit that barely covered her thigh...

He groaned, his hands moving to his waistband. "This girl is going to be the death of me."

He laid back, staring at the image. He couldn't stop himself. The thought of her in that dress was making everything else fade into the background. 

The rest of the world disappeared as he focused solely on the curves of her body, the way her skin shimmered under the club lights.

"Look at you," he whispered to himself, his eyes glued to her figure. 

"Teasing me from miles away. You know what you're doing to me, don't you, baby?"

His fingers curled against the sheets as he continued to stare at the post. He could imagine the heat in her eyes when she sent him that picture earlier. 

That playful, seductive energy she always had when she knew she had him wrapped around her finger.

"Damn," he sighed, shaking his head. "You know exactly how to get under my skin, don't you?"

His phone buzzed again, a message from her lighting up the screen.

"You like what you see, babe? 😉"

He smirked to himself, knowing exactly what she meant. "You're killing me, Shobi," he typed back quickly, his fingers moving faster than his mind could catch up.

"You know I do. I can't get you out of my head. It's like you're here with me."

He hit send and then propped himself up on his elbows, trying to keep his thoughts in check. But it wasn't easy. Not when he was still thinking about how she looked in that dress, how she smelled, how soft her skin was.

Shobhana replied almost immediately.

"I miss you so much. 😘"

Shubman could almost hear her voice in his head—soft, teasing, and full of desire. "I miss you too, babe," he muttered, his voice a little rougher now. "You have no idea."

He could almost imagine her in his arms again, her body pressed against his. The idea made his heart race and his thoughts scatter. He sighed and leaned back against the pillows, closing his eyes.

But before he could calm down, another notification from Instagram popped up. It was another photo of her—this time a candid shot of her with friends, laughing, a slight tilt to her head. But what made him catch his breath was the way her dress barely held together, the curve of her cleavage teasing through the open neckline.

"Shobhana, you're impossible," he whispered under his breath, his hands moving to his waistband again. 

"Tease me all you want, babe, but I'm gonna make sure you never forget who you belong to."

His mind wandered back to one of the night, to how she felt in his arms, the heat of her body pressed against his. He could practically feel her soft skin again, her lips on his, her hands tracing his chest.

"Damn it," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "I need to focus. I have to stop thinking about her like this."

But no matter how hard he tried, his body wasn't listening. His eyes stayed glued to the photos, his hands moving almost of their own accord. He couldn't help it. He was completely and utterly captivated by her.

"You're a fire, Shobi. And I'm just trying to stay cool, but you're making it impossible," he muttered, shaking his head. "Next time I see you, I'm not letting you out of my sight."

Another message pinged on his phone. This time, it was a voice note.

"Okay, now you're just teasing me," he said, pressing play.

Shobhana's voice came through, soft and sultry.

"What if I told you that I'm thinking about you right now? Can you feel me? I know you can. You always do, don't you?"

Shubman's grip on the phone tightened. He couldn't contain the rush of heat spreading through him. "God, she knows how to make me lose control."

He let the voice note play again, his thoughts running wild, imagining her whispering those words directly into his ear. The way she always knew just how to touch him, how to make him crave her.

"I'm in trouble," he said aloud to himself, before quickly typing another message.

"You're a damn tease, you know that?"

Her reply was instant.

"Maybe. But only for you, babe. 😏"

Shubman exhaled sharply, his chest tightening. He couldn't wait to see her again.

"Soon, Shobi. Soon," he whispered, closing his eyes and imagining the moment he could finally hold her again, feeling her warmth against his.

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