**( Please note, the following part of the chapter contains mature themes, basically smut🌚 Those who feel uncomfortable may skip the part until they spot an asterisk * mark. You won't be missing anything related to the story)**

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The night had been a whirlwind of emotions and desire.

As Shubman led Hira to his bedroom, their lips never parted, their kisses growing more heated and desperate.

Both were fueled by the alcohol coursing through their veins, their self control long gone.

Shs stumbled slightly as they entered the room, collapsing onto the bed with a giggle.

He followed, hovering over her, his eyes dark with longing.

"Shub... we shouldn't..." Hira murmured, her voice breathless but uncertain.

He paused for a moment, searching her eyes.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked softly, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair from her face.

Her hesitation was brief. "No," she whispered, pulling him down for another kiss. "I don't want you to stop."

Their clothes were quickly discarded, the intensity of their kisses increasing.

Shubman swiftly removed her dress, revealing her beautiful body.

His eyes roamed appreciatively over her, taking in every curve and detail.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with admiration.

She blushed under his gaze, her hands moving to unbutton his shirt.

She admired his toned body and defined abs, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles.

"You're hot too," she teased, her voice low and playful.

He chuckled softly, lowering himself onto the bed beside her.

"I've wanted this for so long," he admitted between kisses, his voice husky with desire.

Hira responded with a moan, arching her back as he kissed his way down her neck.

"Me too," she breathed, her hands clutching at his shoulders. "I want you, Shub."

As he traced kisses along her collarbone, he skillfully removed her bra, revealing her breasts.

His breath hitched for a moment as he took in the sight of her, and then he immediately kissed them, his mouth moving hungrily over her skin, leaving a trail of hickies in his wake.

"You're perfect," he murmured against her skin, his hands gently kneading her breasts.

Hira moaned softly, her fingers threading through his hair, holding him close.

"Shub...,please" she breathed, her body arching into his touch. "I need you."

His hands moved lower, sliding down her body to remove her panties.

Her impatience grew, and she hastily undid his belt, pushing his pants down.

"Hurry," she whispered urgently, her voice laced with need. "I can't wait any longer."

Shubman groaned as she helped him out of his remaining clothes, their bodies finally bare and pressed against each other.

"Are you sure?" he asked one last time, his voice thick with desire.

"Yes," she answered without hesitation, her eyes locked onto his. "I want this. I want you."

As the night continued, the passion between Hira and Shubman intensified.

He kissed her deeply, his lips moving with an urgency that left them both breathless.

He grabbed her hips and turned her around, making her lay on all fours, giving him a full view of her.

The sight of her in that vulnerable yet enticing position made his desire surge even more.

He reached for the drawer beside the bed, hastily pulling out a condom pack.

Fumbling slightly, he picked one and tore the packet open. His movements were quick, driven by the heat of the moment.

"Shub...," Hira gasped, looking back at him over her shoulder, her eyes half-lidded with desire. "Make sure to use protection"

He paused for a moment, his eyes meeting hers. "I've never been more sure of anything," he said, his voice low and filled with need. "Of course I have"

"Okay" she whispered, nodding her head. "I just... I need you to be gentle."

He smiled softly, the intensity in his eyes softening for a moment.

"I promise," he murmured, leaning down to kiss her shoulder. "I'll take care of you."

With that reassurance, he slipped the condom on, his hands trembling slightly with anticipation.

He positioned himself behind her, his hands sliding up her back, caressing it tenderly.

The softness of her skin under his fingers contrasted with the intense heat of the moment.

As he entered her, he groaned deeply in pleasure, the sensation overwhelming him.

Hira felt her walls tighten around him, her body reacting instinctively.

She moaned loudly, the sound filled with both surprise and desire.

"Oh, Fuck...," she gasped, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her.

"You're incredible," Shubman murmured, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

He moved slowly at first, letting them both adjust to the intense sensation.

Each movement brought a new wave of pleasure, making them both shudder.

Her moans grew louder, more desperate. "Shub, please...," she whimpered, her body arching towards him. "Don't stop."

He picked up the pace, his hands gripping her hips firmly as he thrust into her.

The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping , each thrust pushing them closer to the edge.

"You're perfect," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "I can't get enough of you."

Hira's response was a series of breathless moans, her body moving in sync with his. The intensity of their connection was undeniable, both raw and powerful.

Feeling her response, Shubman couldn't hold back any longer.

He grabbed her hair gently, pressing her back against his chest as he began to thrust deeply.

Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through them.

As he continued to thrust into her, Hira's senses were overwhelmed by the intensity of their connection.

She reached behind her, her hand finding his face, and pulled him close, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.

"I've never felt this way before," Shubman murmured between kisses, his voice filled with emotion.

Hira's heart swelled with affection as she looked into his eyes, seeing the depth of his feelings mirrored in her own.

"I feel the same," she whispered back, her voice filled with love.

The rhythm of their lovemaking quickened, each thrust driving them closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Suddenly, Shubman changed their position, flipping Hira onto her back without breaking their connection.

As he entered her core again, she instinctively clenched around him, the intensity igniting sparks within her.

Their bodies moved together in a symphony of passion, their breaths mingling.

"I've never felt like this before," Shubman murmured, his voice husky with need as he gazed into Her eyes.

Hira's heart swelled with emotion as she returned his gaze, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.

"Me neither," she confessed, her voice filled with awe and wonder. "With you, it's different. It's... everything."

She felt the familiar sensation building within her.

She gasped, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts as she arched into Shubman's touch.

"Shub... I'm... I'm gonna cum," she managed to gasp out between moans.

His movements faltered slightly at her words, his gaze locking onto hers.

"Me too," he groaned, his voice rough with desire. "Cum with me, Hira."

With one final, desperate thrust, they tumbled over the edge together, their cries of ecstasy mingling in the air.

As the waves of pleasure washed over them, they held onto each other tightly, their hearts racing in sync.

"That was..." Shubman trailed off, at a loss for words to describe the intensity of their shared experience.

"Incredible," Hira finished for him, her voice filled with awe. "I've never felt anything like it."

Their breathing gradually slowed as they lay together, basking in the afterglow of their passion.

"I'm glad it was with you," he whispered, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead.

"Me too," she murmured, her heart overflowing with emotion. "I wouldn't want it any other way."

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The Next Morning

The first light of morning streamed softly through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room.

Hira stirred and slowly opened her eyes, her body still entwined with Shubman's.

As the haze of sleep lifted, she became acutely aware of the warmth of his skin against hers and the realization that they were both naked under the covers.

Her heart raced as the events of the previous night flooded back.

She carefully untangled herself from him, trying not to wake him.

Sitting up, she wrapped a sheet around herself, feeling a rush of emotions—shock, regret, and confusion.

She glanced back at Shubman, who was still deeply asleep, his face peaceful and content.

The sight of him, so relaxed handsome, made her heart ache.

She couldn't help but feel a pang of regret, worried that their impulsive actions had ruined their friendship.

"God, What have I done?" she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible in the quiet room.

She ran a hand through her hair, trying to make sense of her swirling thoughts.

The night had been a blur of passion and connection, but now, in the cold light of morning, reality was settling in.

Hira's mind raced with questions. Would this change things between them?

Could they go back to being just friends? Or had they crossed a line that could never be uncrossed?

I fucked up so bad.

She slipped out of bed quietly, trying to gather her clothes without making any noise.

Her movements were careful, almost reverent, as she dressed and took one last look at Shubman.

She didn't want to wake him. she needed time to think, to process what had happened.

Before leaving the room, she paused at the door, glancing back at Shubman one more time.

A mix of emotions played across her face—affection, fear, and uncertainty.

She knew she couldn't avoid this conversation forever, but for now, she needed space to sort out her feelings.

As she quietly closed the door behind her, Hira's heart felt heavy with the weight of the night's consequences.

Shortly after Hira left, Shubman stirred, slowly waking up.

The early morning light was brighter now, and he reached out, expecting to find Hira beside him.

His hand met only the cool, empty space where she had been.

He sat up, rubbing his eyes, and called out, "Hira?"

Silence greeted him. He called her name again, a bit louder this time, but still, there was no response.

The room felt eerily quiet, and a sinking feeling started to form in his chest.

Shubman glanced around the room, hoping to see some sign of her, but it was clear—she had left.

His mind raced, replaying the night before. Had he misread everything? Had she regretted it and decided to leave without a word?

Anger and sadness began to mingle within him.

He felt betrayed, wondering if she had just played him.

A part of him had hoped that their night together meant as much to her as it did to him, but her abrupt departure left him questioning everything.

He swung his legs out of bed and stood up, pacing the room as he tried to make sense of his emotions.

"Why would she leave like that?" he muttered to himself, frustration evident in his voice.

He picked up his phone, half-hoping she might have left a message, but there was nothing.

He tossed the phone back onto the bed, feeling a pang of disappointment.

His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, the joy of the night now overshadowed by confusion and hurt.

Determined to get some answers, he decided he wouldn't let things end this way.

He needed to talk to her, to understand what had happened and why she had left so suddenly.

With a sense of resolve, he started getting dressed, his mind set on finding Hira and getting the clarity he needed.

Hira sat on the edge of her bed, wrapped in a blanket, staring blankly at the wall in front of her.

The room felt cold and empty, mirroring the turmoil inside her.

Her thoughts were a tangled mess, and she couldn't shake the deep sense of regret and fear that had settled in her chest.

She had barely slept after leaving Shubman's place, her mind replaying the events of the night over and over.

Now, in the harsh light of morning, the gravity of what had happened hit her with full force.

What if she got pregnant again? The thought sent a shiver down her spine.

"Not again," she whispered, her voice trembling.

The memory of her last pregnancy, a result of a forced physical relationship with her ex, came rushing back.

The pain, the fear, and ultimately, the decision to terminate—it all felt too fresh, too raw.

She had promised herself she would never let something like that happen again.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she hugged her knees to her chest, feeling utterly overwhelmed.

The night with Shubman had been different—it had been consensual, driven by mutual desire and affection.

But now, the potential consequences loomed over her like a dark cloud.

She had left Shubman without a word, unable to face him or her own emotions.

Part of her felt guilty for running away, but another part of her felt it was the only way to protect herself.

She didn't want to drag him into her past trauma, didn't want to risk ruining their friendship with the complications of what might come next.

As she sat there, unresponsive and quiet, her phone buzzed with messages. She didn't have the energy to check them.

Her mind was too consumed by the what-ifs, and the fear that she had once again lost control of her own life.

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