You stared out the window, Shubman's fingers locked with yours on your lap as he drove with one hand.

It was 8 pm when you reached your home, after dinner together again.

When he looked at you, he promised to never let go of the hand he was holding.

You didn't just share a kiss but sealed a promise. A promise to never let each other go. To never let your forever fall apart.

Nobody's gonna take you away from each other after this. Not even you. Not even him. He'll kill himself before that happens.

Destroy. Slowly, completely, gently beyond comparison, cruelly to the point of numbness, he'll violate the lives of anyone who hurts you or tries to take you away from him.

He will rip off their limbs, tear open their ribs and pull out their intestines, bring them around their neck as they scream in agony, watching the soul leave through their eyes as he'd ignore their pleas for mercy and spread their brains on the ground smooth like butter.

Shubman leaned towards you, his lips on your cheek.

You loved the feeling of chills down your spine as he just stayed, his brown orbs still on you. Your hand slid down his arm when he moved to place a kiss on your forehead.

He looked into your eyes again, smiling as you closed the space between your lips.

Then he felt the full heat of your palm against his chest and melted in love.

He swallowed your lips with his own, fingers never leaving yours, the grip only tightened by you while his other hand stroked through your hair.

Though reluctant, Shubman had to break the kiss because oxygen still exists.

You chased his lips even as he pulled away, not wanting to let go.

He held your cheek, stopping you and letting you catch your breath. "I love you," he said.

Then he kissed you again in a way that almost made you feel dizzy.

"I love you too," you said back and that was all he ever wanted to hear.

You traced your fingers over his dimples, having been wanting to for a long time, kissing his cheek.

There was a rush of emotions you felt every time you did that.

And Shubman must've felt it. "I'm never leaving you, baby. Slow down your thoughts," he caressed your cheek. "Because I know that was your first kiss too."

He held you for a quiet moment and let you nuzzle into his neck.

You were just as inexperienced and clueless as he was.

His hands traveled to your back, hovering slightly before he resorted to brushing his hands over softly.

It took a few more minutes for you both to get out of the car, and you finally realized again that your phone existed.

Once you did, you looked around to make sure the street was empty before placing a quick kiss on his lips.

"Bye," you said softly. "I love you."

Before you could leave though, Shubman held you by your waist, repeating your own actions.

"I love you too," he said before removing his hands.

His eyes followed as you ran inside your house while still smiling.

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"I don't get paper cuts as often as I get hair cuts," you said, earning a slightly confused look. "You know, when a strand of hair slices through your skin."

Shubman held the food in front of your mouth as you spoke.

You accepted it, chewing carefully before you swallowed.

"I wouldn't say I'm clumsy," you added. "Though I was sent early in the evening we had ice cream because I put my finger in the waffle maker."

"Waffle maker?" He asked and you nodded.

"When you don't pay much attention to your surroundings, things happen," you shrugged like you had been while sharing random things to Shubman for the past ten minutes you've been here.

So that was the slight swelling he felt in your hands that day.

You walked out of your house in the morning, expecting to have breakfast after a walk and not being accompanied by a mafia-boss-turned-romantic and the trademark cars.

The owner of the diner almost had a heart attack when you walked in with Shubman for breakfast.

You paid no mind to the empty diner while happily ranting to the man who looked at you like you held the universe in your hands.

His breakfast, which he wanted to be recommended by you, if alive, would've surely looked at him with a 'seriously' look.

Because all Shubman did was stare at you lovingly and feed you. He also ate his own breakfast occasionally, not wanting you to worry.

You insisted that you pay for the meal and he can pay for dessert, adding that desserts in the morning are a great choice.

"Alright, I'm definitely walking after this," you said once you walked out of the diner. "I know you've got work to do too."

"But I don't want to," he said, arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer.

"Yes, you do," you answered, raising your head up to look at him, hitting his chin in the process.

Truth be told, it hurt you more than it hurt him.

"Ow," you winced a little, rubbing the slightly sore spot.

"Are you okay, baby?" Shubman asked and you nodded.

"Yeah, I've seen worse," you muttered. "Sorry."

"Don't be," he said and you looked at him again, more carefully this time.

"I just hit your head," you reminded him, then went back to the first time he was waiting for you outside the diner. "What's with you not wanting me to apologize anyway?"

He didn't give you an answer. He just smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead and mumbling, "I love you."

You both were never going to get tired of this.

"I love you too," you smiled back, giving him a brief hug before running away in the direction that led home.

And you got your answer that afternoon in the café, through a note sent along with a bouquet of chocolates.

Because even if you stabbed me in the heart, I'd be the one apologizing for getting blood on your hands.

Yours insanely,

Shubman Gill.