One lazy afternoon, Shubman and Kamari found themselves lounging around the living room of their cozy home. The sunlight streamed in through the open windows, casting a warm golden glow across the space. 

They had been so caught up in work, travelling, and the daily routines that they hadn't had much time to just relax together. The kind of days where nothing particular was on the agenda—no events, no meetings, no calls to make.

Kamari was flipping through a home décor magazine, as she had recently developed a mild obsession with redecorating. 

"What do you think about painting one of the walls in the living room a different colour?" she asked, holding up the magazine with an example of a bold, mustard-yellow accent wall.

Shubman glanced at it, then looked back at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You know what? Let's do it," he said with a shrug, clearly excited about the idea of doing something spontaneous.

Kamari raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk forming on her lips. "Wait, seriously? You're actually saying yes to this?"

Shubman grinned, his eyes twinkling. "Yeah, why not? We could turn this whole house into a canvas." He leaned back against the couch, stretching lazily. 

"I'm in the mood for some chaos, anyway. Plus, I've always wanted to try painting."

Kamari burst out laughing. "You? Paint? You're gonna end up with more paint on you than on the walls, I just know it."

Shubman mock-pouted. "Hey, I'm more artistic than I look. You'll see."

Kamari shrugged dramatically, "Alright if you say so."

A few hours later, they found themselves at the local hardware store, standing in front of a vast array of paint cans. Kamari picked out the colour she had in mind—an earthy olive green—and 

Shubman immediately grabbed a random shade of blue, declaring, "This one's definitely going on my wall." 

Kamari laughed, realizing there was no point in trying to control his choices. She grabbed a few brushes, rollers, and drop cloths, and they headed home, ready for the impromptu painting session.

As they entered their living room, Shubman raised an eyebrow at the wall they'd be tackling. 

"Okay, how are we doing this? You want me to start?"

Kamari glanced at him and shook her head, "No way, I'm painting first. I'm not letting you ruin my beautiful olive green." 

She handed him the roller with a smirk. "You can take care of the blue, mister."

"Fine," he said, rolling his eyes dramatically. "But I'm telling you, I'm a natural."

Kamari giggled, grabbing the paint can for her chosen colour and dipping her brush into it. They both worked in silence for a while, the sound of brushes scraping against walls filling the air. 

The first few strokes were messy, the paint splattering on the floor and even on their clothes. Kamari let out an exaggerated gasp as she noticed the small blue splotch on her favourite t-shirt. 

"Shubman, look what you did! I'll never forgive you for this."

Shubman glanced over at her, his grin widening. "Oh please, this is nothing compared to what you're gonna look like when you see the disaster I've made with this blue."

True to his word, by the time he finished his first pass at the blue wall, he looked like a human Smurf.

 His fingers were covered in paint, streaks of it on his face and a large patch on his jeans. Kamari couldn't stop laughing. "You look like you've been attacked by a paint factory," she teased.

Shubman, looking entirely unbothered, shot her a wink. "It's called dedication, babe. You wouldn't understand."

"Yeah, right. You're a walking disaster," she said, tossing a cloth his way to wipe his hands.

The afternoon slipped into the evening as the two of them laughed, danced around, and tried to avoid stepping into paint puddles while working on their respective walls.

 Kamari stood back after applying the last stroke of green, proud of her work despite the chaos around her. 

"Not bad, huh?" she said, hands on her hips, eyeing the freshly painted wall.

"Not bad at all," Shubman agreed, also surveying the blue wall with a satisfied grin. "You know what, I think I nailed it."

"Uh-huh," Kamari said, a playful tone in her voice. 

"Maybe next time we'll let you help me with the art, but for now, I think I'll just leave it to the professionals."

Shubman flopped down onto the couch, exhausted but grinning from ear to ear. "You know what? This was fun. We should do this more often. Maybe next time we paint the whole house."

Kamari, who had just finished cleaning up the roller, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, but maybe we'll stick to one room at a time next time," she said with a wink.

 "And definitely not the living room."

The two of them ended up sprawled on the couch later that evening, exhausted and covered in splashes of paint but feeling content. 

As Kamari rested her head on his shoulder, Shubman turned to her, his voice quiet and sincere. 

"I'm glad we did this, Kamari. I wouldn't want to do it with anyone else."

Kamari smiled up at him, her heart full. "Me neither. This was perfect. Just you, me, and our messy walls."

Shubman laughed softly, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Let's not wait two years before doing something this fun again, okay?"

Kamari nodded, her eyes sparkling. "Agreed."

As they sat there, surrounded by freshly painted walls and a whirlwind of paint cans and brushes, they knew that it wasn't the perfect strokes of paint or the cleanest of rooms that made the day memorable. 

It was the spontaneity, the joy, and the comfort of being together. That was what made it perfect.

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