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The rain continued pour to on the streets of Mumbai as Aaradhya made her way to the kitchen - humming to song she had just listened.

"I forgot you stayed over yesterday," Shubman stated, noticing her entrance to the kitchen. "And you're wearing my clothes."

Aaradhya looked down at her - Shubman's - oversized grey sweater and the shorts she was wearing and shot a sheepish grin to Shubman. "It looked comfy,"

Shubman chuckled at her answer, as Aaradhya sat on the kitchen counter. "You can keep it." He simply stated, not daring to tear his gaze away from her. "You look good in it, but don't tell Ishan that I told you to keep it. He would start his protests,"

Aaradhya chuckled at his words, "Yeah." she replied, fiddling with the hem of the sweater. "What are you cooking, love?"

"Just some pancakes," Shubman replied, flipping the pancake in the pan. He looked over at her, leaning against the counter. "You want some, sweetheart?"

"Is that even a question? Ofcourse, I want them!" Aaradhya told, making herself comfortable on the counter she was sitting in. "I love your cooking, did you know that?"

"Now I suspect you only love me for my cooking skills, Aaradhya." Shubman told, his voice laced with humour and adoration.

Aaradhya laughed, her eyes sparkling. "Well, I am not very exactly good at cooking," she stated. "I could use you as my personal chef for the rest of my life."

Shubman chuckled, shaking his head at her cheeky remark. "Ah, so I've been reduced to being your personal chef now, huh?" he joked. "And what will you provide in return, my dear?"

"The pleasure of my presence, obviously," Aaradhya replied with a grin, feigning innocence. "And maybe some compliments for your exceptional cooking skills."

Shubman raised an eyebrow, pretending to be unimpressed. "You think some compliments will be enough to keep me around as your personal chef for the rest of your life? You'll have to do better than that, sweetheart."

Aaradhya pretended to think, stroking her cheek. "Perhaps," Aaradhya started, a smirk playing on her lips. "What do you say of unlimited package of kisses?"

"Unlimited kisses, you say? Sounds tempting," Shubman chuckled, stepping closer to her.

"Be warned, my love. I might just start taking advantage of this offer," He continued, standing between her legs. "Might just start demanding kisses whenever I want,"

"Well, good thing I enjoy your kisses a little bit," Aaradhya admitted, placing her hands in Shubman's neck. "Just a little bit. Don't let it get in your head, Gill."

"Too late," Shubman smirked, his arms encircling her waist. "The knowledge of you enjoying my kisses is definitely going to go straight to my head. You're just inflating my ego, sweetheart."

"Well, fuck." Aaradhya muttered in realisation. "I just realised something."

Shubman raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What did you realize, love?" he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

"That means you will probably kiss whenever you want," Aaradhya went on, "And I would have to oblige."

"Exactly," Shubman breathed, leaning closer to her. "Which means I could kiss you right now, if I wanted to."

Aaradhya's face flushed as Shubman's words hung in the air. "Yeah, but, like-" she stuttered, her brain suddenly going into overdrive. "You wouldn't dare. You have a pan of pancakes cooking."

Shubman chuckled at her reaction, his grip on her waist tightening slightly. "Oh, darling, I'll gladly let those pancakes burn if it means I get to kiss you instead."

Aaradhya's heart skipped a beat at his words, her body temperature rising at his proximity. "You're ridiculous," she muttered, her eyes flickering down to his lips. "And impulsive. And infuriating."

"And charming. And Handsome. And irresistible," Shubman kissed her lips after saying each words. Shubman. looked at Aaradhya in the eyes, mot breaking the gaze. "Right?"

Aaradhya's brain practically short-circuited as each word was followed by a kiss. She was a blushing, stuttering mess under his intense gaze. "Yeah," she breathed, her fingers tangling in his hair. "You're all those things and more, you infuriating man."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Shubman smirked, leaning in to capture her lips in a deep, slow kiss. His hands roamed over the thin fabric of the sweater she was wearing, tracing circles over the bare skin of her thighs. Aaradhya's body shivered at his touch, her mind clouding with desire.

The sound of the pancakes sizzling on the pan was now completely forgotten as Shubman moved his lips to her jawline, trailing open-mouthed kisses down to her neck.

"I was right," he muttered, his breath hot against her skin. "You do look good in my clothes, darling."

Aaradhya let out a soft moan, her head tilting back, giving him more access to her neck. "Shut up," she muttered weakly, her heart racing at his touch. "You can't just say things like that and expect me to stay sane."

"Well, that was the plan all along, darling." Aaradhya could literally feel his smirk against her skin - as Shubman softly bit her neck.

"Fuck." Aaradhya let out a soft gasp at his touch, as Shubman continued to trail down his kisses.

"Language, darling." Shubman chided, though the smirk on his lips betrayed his tone. He nipped softly at her collarbone, his hands slowly moving up her thighs, disappearing under the fabric of the sweater.

His touch was sending sparks of electricity through Aaradhya's body, causing her to forget all about the pancakes simmering on the stove.

"Shu- Shubman," Aaradhya finally managed to make out, "Kiss me, please."

Shubman raised his head, his eyes locking onto hers. The sight of her - flushed cheeks, darkened eyes, and a hint of desperation in her voice - sent a jolt of desire through Shubman's veins.

Without wasting another second, he closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a hungry, passionate kiss. His hands continued roaming over her body, pulling her closer to him.

Aaradhya's mind was spinning as Shubman devoured her. His touch, his kisses, his presence completely overwhelmed her senses. She gasped softly against his mouth, her fingers digging into his shoulders, needing something to anchor herself to reality.

Her body was on fire. Every point of contact with Shubman's body sent bolts of electricity through her, fanning the growing flames within her.

Shubman swiftly turned off the burner, the pancakes long forgotten. In one swift movement, he lifted Aaradhya up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

Aaradhya let out a small gasp, her arms wrapping around his neck, clinging onto him.

With Aaradhya still in his arms, Shubman led them both to his bedroom. Their movements were hurried but careful and measured.

Once inside the room, he gently lowered her onto the bed, climbing over her. His body pressed against hers, the intense heat between them only growing stronger.

Then, Shubman gently parted their lips. He linked their foreheads, his eyes filled with desire and affection "I absolutely love you, Aaradhya. Calling you beautiful would be an understatement." Shubman complimented, before peppering kisses on her face.

Aaradhya's heart skipped a beat at his words, heat rushing through her body. She smiled, her hand coming up to cup his cheek, tracing the outline of his jaw with her thumb.

"And I love you," she whispered, her voice soft but firm. "More than you can ever imagine."

Their bodies moved together in perfect synchronization, as if they were sculpted to fit against each other.

Shubman's lips found the sensitive spots on her neck, her collarbone, all while his hands roamed her body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Each touch, each kiss, fueled the growing desire between them.

"Shubman," she started, her voice trembling slightly, "I have never does this before." Aaradhya confessed, nervousness evident in her tone.

Shubman's expression softened even more as he realized what she meant. He gently took her chin in his hand, lifting her gaze back to his.

"Hey," he said, his voice gentle and understanding. "It's okay. We can take it slow. There's no need to rush."

Aaradhya felt a wave of relief wash over her at his words. She leaned into his touch, some of the tension in her body easing.

"I just... I don't want to disappoint you," she admitted softly, her fingers tracing patterns on his covered chest. "I want this to be perfect."

Shubman's eyes softened at her confession, he laid down beside Aaradhya, gently caressing her cheeks. "You never disappoint me, Aaradhya Kannan. You, my love - are perfect. We don't have to rush things, love. Say the word, and I would stop now."

Aaradhya felt her heart soar at his words. His patience and understanding made her fall even more in love with him. Smiling at him, she shook her head. "No, I don't want to stop."

She moved closer to him, placing a gentle hand on his cheek. "I want this, with you. I trust you."

Shubman gazed into her eyes, seeing the sincerity in her words. He gently pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her, holding her close.

"Just tell me if anything makes you uncomfortable. We can take it one step at a time. I promise to be gentle."

Aaradhya nodded, snuggling into his embrace. She felt safe, loved, and cared for. Closing her eyes, she focused on the feeling of his body against hers, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"I'm not that fragile, you know," she teased softly, her voice muffled against his chest. "I can handle you just fine."

Shubman chuckled, his hands moving to gently caress her back. "Oh, I'm well aware of that, my love. But just because you can handle me doesn't mean I can't be careful."

He kissed the top of her head, his voice lowering to a tender whisper. "And trust me, there's nothing more alluring than seeing you enjoying my touch, darling."

Aaradhya felt her body shiver at his words, warmth pooling in her stomach. She looked up at him, a cheeky smile on her lips.

"Yeah? And what if I told you I want a little more than just your hands exploring my body, Gill."

A smirk tugged at the corner of Shubman's lips at her playful challenge. He pulled her even closer, his hands sliding down to rest on her hips, his fingers gently kneading the skin there.

"Then I would say you're a very demanding woman, Kannan," he countered, his voice dropping to a huskier tone. "And I can't say I don't like it."

Aaradhya's breath hitched at the feel of his hands on her hips, his touch igniting a trail of sparks along her skin. She bit her lower lip, her eyes locking onto his.

"Damn right I'm demanding," she retorted, her own hands travelling up his torso, "but only because I know you can give me exactly what I want."

Shubman's eyes darkened with desire as she spoke, his grip on her hips tightening slightly. "And what exactly is it that you want, love? You need to be clear with me," he murmured, his voice thick with need.

Aaradhya could hear the raw need in his voice, and it made her own desires flare up even more. She leaned closer, her breath hot against his ear.

"I want you," she breathed, her hands moving up to the hem of his t-shirt. "All of you. Right now."

"Your wish is my command, love." Shubman connected their lips once again- his hands making their ways to the hem of Aaradhya's - his - sweater and removed it.

As the sweater was discarded, Shubman's gaze trailed down Aaradhya's form, taking in the sight of her in just her brassiere and shorts. His eyes darkened with desire, his hands gently traced up her sides, as if trying to commit every curve and contour of her body to memory.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispered, pressing his lips to her collarbone.

Aaradhya shivered at the feel of his lips on her skin, her hands coming up to tangle in his hair. The raw desire in his voice, coupled with the soft caress of his touch, stirred something within her, a primal need awakening within her.

"Shubman," she whispered, her voice a ragged gasp, "I need you. Please."

Shubman's mind was clouded with desire, his body taut with need. He could feel the urgency in her voice, the desperate plea for more.

"Patience, love," he rasped, his lips trailing up her neck, tasting her skin. "We are taking it slow, aren't we?"

Aaradhya let out a soft whimper, her body arching into his touch. The slow pace was both maddening and endearing for her - she yearned for more, but the way he was taking time to explore her body was driving her wild.

"I can't help it", she gasped out, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "You make me impatient, Gill."

Shubman chuckled at her impatience, the sound vibrating against her skin. "Needy much?" he teased, nipping at her earlobe.

"But don't worry, love," he continued, his hands roaming down her back, pulling her closer. "I'll take care of you. I just want to savor every moment."

Shubman's gaze fixated on her, his eyes darkened with desire as his hands slowly moved up to the strap of her bra. He gently tugged at it, waiting for her response.

"Do you mind if I take this off, love?" he asked, his voice soft but loaded with need.

Aaradhya's heart raced at the feel of his touch, her breath catching in her throat. She looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips. "No," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, "Not at all."

His eyes never left hers as Shubman's hands expertly removed the bra, tossing it aside. His gaze roamed over her bared chest, his breath hitching at the sight of her.

"You're even more beautiful than I imagined," he murmured, his hands gently cupping her breasts.

Aaradhya whimpered at his touch, her head falling back against the bed in ecstasy. Her body arched slightly against his, her own hands clutching at his back, needing something - anything - to anchor herself from tipping over the edge.

"Shubman," she breathed, her voice needy and desperate. "God, you're driving me insane..."

Shubman's hand teased her nipple - making Aaradhya make a heavenly moan. "Fuck," Shubman uttered, his voice deep with desire and need of more. "You are so lovely and soft, love."

Aaradhya's gasp echoed through the room, her body arching against his touch. Electricity shot through her veins as he teased her, setting her nerve endings on fire.

"Shubman," she managed to gasp, her hands gripping his biceps. "Your way too clothed than you are supposed to be. Not fair,"

Shubman chuckled at her plea, his hands leaving her breast to grasp the hem of his own t-shirt.

"I suppose you're right," he mused, pulling his shirt over his head and discarding it. He immediately returned his attention to her, his eyes roving over her naked body once again.

"Is that better, love?" he teased, his voice low and gravelly.

Aaradhya took in the sight of Shubman shirtless- he had the built of a fucking Greek God. "Much better," Aaradhya muttered, her fingers tracing his bare chest.

Shubman shivered under her touch, the feel of her fingers on his bare skin sending a jolt of desire through him. He leaned closer to her, his hands once again roaming her body, his lips brushing against her ear.

"You like what you see, love?" he whispered, his voice dripping with a cocky yet affectionate tone.

"How could I not?" she murmured, her hands sliding down his chest, her fingertips tracing the ridges of his abdomen. Her eyes roamed over his body, taking in every contour, every dip and curve. "You're absolutely sinful."

"Heavenly would be a much better term," Shubman chuckled, his voice filled with humour and affection. "Now let's get back to where we were, shall we?"

Aaradhya's breath hitched as he spoke, her body already craving more of his touch. She nodded, her eyes darkening with desire.

"Please," she whispered, her voice slightly breathless. "Touch me, Shubman. Please."

Shubman's lips curved into a small smirk at her plea, his fingers tracing a path down her torso.

"Such a good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with affection and desire. "Asking so nicely for what you want."

Shubman took in her right breast - his tongue roamed around her nipple as his left hand made it's way to her left breast, fidgeting with it.

Aaradhya gasped, her hands gripping onto the sheets beneath her as his tongue and fingers worked their magic. Pleasured moans escaped her lips, her body arching against him, unable to keep still.

"God, you're too good at this..." she gasped, her eyes fixed on him.

"Oh, but you've only seen a fraction of what I can do, love," he replied, his voice a low, dark chuckle.

Shubman's tongue continued its relentless assault on her breast, while his fingers played with the other. His free hand roamed down over her stomach, making her muscles clench in anticipation.

Aaradhya's mind was spinning, a tangled mess of sensations coursing through her body. With every touch, every flick of his tongue, she felt her body heating up, her need for him growing more desperate by the second.

"Shubman, I need you. Please," she pleaded, her voice a ragged gasp.

"Don't worry, love," Shubman rasped, his lips leaving her breast to trail kisses down her stomach. "I'll give you exactly what you need."

His hands continued their exploration, now travelling further down between her legs, his fingers finding her core.

Aaradhya's eyes rolled back as his fingers made contact with her core, a strangled gasp escaping her lips. The feel of his touch there was sending sparks of pleasure through her body, her legs instinctively parting wider for him.

Shubman's breathing hitched as he discarded her panties, the sight of her bare and wet for him was almost his undoing. He swallowed hard, his eyes darkening with desire.

"So beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with need. "All mine."

"You are such a good girl, Aaradhya," Shubman praises, placing a finger inside her core. "Making such a beautiful noises, driving me crazy."

Aaradhya's body shudder at his words, her hips involuntarily bucking into his touch. His praise and the feel of his finger inside her was driving her to the brink, the pleasure almost overwhelming.

"God, you're going to kill me." She gasped, her head falling back against the pillow. "Don't stop.. please,"

Shubman chuckled at her plea, his finger continuing to move inside her, his thumb circling her clit.

"Not a chance," he replied, his voice a guttural growl. "I'm not done with you yet, love. Not even close."

Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body arching to his touch, seeking more of the pleasure he was giving her. She felt as if she was on the brink of explosion, every nerve in her body singing with ecstasy.

"I'm so close, so close," she managed to gasp, her hands fisting the sheets in her grip.

"I know," Shubman murmured, his voice gruff with need. He added another finger inside her, his movements more insistent, more desperate. "Come for me, love. Let go. I want to see you come apart."

His words, coupled with the relentless onslaught of his touch, finally pushed her over the edge. With a cry of pleasure, Aaradhya climaxed, her body convulsing beneath him, the waves of ecstasy washing over her.

As the waves of pleasure rippled through her body, Shubman gently withdrew his fingers. He pulled her closer to him, holding her in his arms as she came down from her high.

"You are amazing, love," he whispered, pressing soft kisses to her temple, her cheek, her neck. "That was incredible."

As Aaradhya came back down to earth, Shubman gently caressed her skin, his hand tracing soothing patterns on her body. He whispered soft praises and words of affection, his voice gentle and loving.

"You did so well, love," he murmured, his lips brushing against her forehead. "I'm here, I've got you."

As Aaradhya's breathing returned to normal, Shubman gently disentangled himself from her, reluctantly leaving the bed. He went to the bathroom, returning moments later with a warm, damp washcloth.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, carefully cleaning her up with gentle, loving touches. Once he was done, he tossed the cloth aside and returned to her side, pulling her into his arms once more.

"How do you feel, love?" he asked, his voice a soft and gentle murmur. He continued to run his fingers through her hair, his touch soothing and tender. "Are you okay?"

Aaradhya snuggled closer to him, basking in the afterglow of their love. "I feel amazing," she murmured, her voice sleepy and content. She looked up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded. "You're incredible, you know that?"

Shubman's chest puffed with pride at her words, his arms tightening around her. "You're not so bad yourself," he quipped, his voice taking on a teasing tone. "But get some rest, love. You look half asleep already."

Aaradhya chuckled, her eyes already drifting shut. "Maybe because someone tired me out," she mumbled, her voice laced with playful sass.

Shubman snorted, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Trust me, you weren't complaining a few minutes ago."

Aaradhya rolled her eyes, swatting him lightly on the chest. "Shut up. I'm too tired to argue with you now."

He laughed, enjoying her feistiness, even when she was exhausted. "Then just close your eyes and rest, love. I'll be here when you wake up."

Aaradhya mumbled something in response, her words already slurred with sleep. She snuggled deeper into his embrace, her eyes drifting shut once more.

"Love you," she managed to mumble before sleep claimed her.

Shubman's heart swelled with affection as he watched her fall into a deep sleep, a soft smile on her face.

"I love you too, love," he whispered, gently pressing a kiss to her forehead. "More than you know."

With her safely asleep in his arms, Shubman pulled the blankets up over them both and settled down, his own eyes growing heavy with sleep. He held her close, his chest filling with contentment and happiness at having her in his arms.

The soft pitter-patter of rain against the windowpane served as a soothing lullaby as the couple slept peacefully in each other's arms.

Shubman held Aaradhya close, his arms wrapped protectively around her as he slept, his body a warm and reassuring presence against hers.

ABHI SPEAKS!

i love shubman gill and aaradhya kannan and their cute little banters tehyre my everything

did we like this chapter?

i wish i had the dedication i had in writing this chap on my academics too like

ANYWAYS, this book is nearing its end too! </3 i will miss our babies!!

yours truly,
abhi 💌