Shobhana's POV

I had been looking forward to today. After all, it's not every day I get to spend time with Shubman in Bangalore—just the two of us, no distractions. Plus, it felt like the perfect opportunity to do something special.

Sundar and Meena were out making wedding plans, so it was just me and my thoughts... and Shubman. I had a plan, but let's be honest, I just wanted to enjoy the moment with him.

I checked my phone again. 5 PM. Okay, I have some time.

I sent him a quick text to confirm our plans.

SHOBI 

Hey babe!
Get ready by 5 pm.
I'll pick you up! 

SHUB 

Of course!

The clock read 1 pm. Perfect time for a little break. But just as I sat back, ready to enjoy a cup of tea, I heard a knock on the door.

I opened it, expecting maybe a delivery, but to my surprise, it was Rahul, the 13-year-old boy who lived next door. He was standing there, grinning ear to ear.

"Akka!" he whined, his big eyes full of excitement. "Come play cricket with us! We miss you!"

I sighed but couldn't say no. The kid was practically begging. "Okay, I'll meet you guys there," I said, smiling.

He ran off, probably already picturing the victory dance we would do after my team crushed his. I grabbed my bat and made my way out. 

The next three hours were a blur of running around, trying to outplay a bunch of rowdy kids with way too much energy. By 4 pm, I was exhausted and running back home, needing a quick shower.

In the bathroom, I rushed through it all, barely taking the time to think. As soon as I was done, I pulled on a casual black top that hugged my curves, jeans, and my white Converse shoes. I felt like I could take on the world—and maybe Shubman too. Focus, Shobhana. Focus.

Grabbing my keys and locking the door, I slid into my car, the engine roaring to life as I set the GPS for Shubman's place.

5 PM.

I pulled up to his place right on time, and there he was—walking out with that damn smirk on his face that always made me feel like I was about to melt.

"Get in the car," I said with a grin, trying to play it cool, but inside, my heart was already racing.

He slid into the passenger seat, his gaze lingering on me for a moment too long, and then he smirked. "Well, where are we going?"

"Where do you want to go?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

He thought for a second, his lips curling into a wicked smile. "You wanna go for a long drive?"

I shot him a mischievous grin. "Why not?"

He chuckled, clearly pleased with the turn of events. "It's a date, then."

I couldn't help but laugh. "That's my line," I teased.

As we drove through the city, the music in the car hummed in the background. The steady rhythm matched the tension that was building between us. It was comfortable. Fun. But I could feel his eyes on me—too intense, too... hot.

"So, how's university going?" he asked casually, as though he didn't already know I was practically acing it.

"Pretty good, actually," I said with a grin, keeping my eyes on the road. "I've done five huge internships. I don't even have to take my final exams anymore. Just finish the project, and I'm done."

He leaned back in his seat, obviously impressed. "Wow. By the way, who all did you click photos of?"

I laughed. "Let's see. My first internship was with Shahrukh Khan, second one with Vijay and Samantha, third with Anushka Sharma, fourth was for a music video, and last was for IPL."

He turned to look at me, his eyes wide. "Holy shit, they're all huge names!"

"It's nothing," I said, trying to play it cool. "I just got to click photos with them."

I could feel the heat in his gaze, and my heart skipped a beat. There was something in the way he was looking at me, a mix of admiration and desire, and it was making me feel like I was in a dream.

Suddenly, I noticed the song playing in the car. "Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince" by Taylor Swift started blasting from the speakers, and I couldn't help myself.

"It's you and me, that's my whole world," I muttered under my breath, glancing at Shubman. The lyrics fit us so perfectly that it felt like the universe was speaking directly to me.

He caught my gaze and smirked, his eyes dark with something unspoken. "Can you stop the car?" he asked, his voice low and sexy.

I raised an eyebrow but pulled over, stopping the car at the edge of an empty field.

"What are you doing?" I asked, not sure if I was ready for whatever crazy thing he was about to do.

Shubman got out and walked around to my side of the car. Without saying anything, he reached for my hand, pulling me out of the car gently but firmly.

"Dance with me," he said, his voice thick with a mix of mischief and... desire.

I blinked, momentarily shocked by his boldness, but then I couldn't help it. I felt this magnetic pull toward him, this unexplainable urge to just... give in.

I looked around at the empty field, the soft breeze blowing through my hair, and for a moment, it felt like we were the only two people in the world. He pulled me close, and we started moving to the music.

"It's been a long time coming, but it's you and me, that's my whole world," he sang, his voice so deep and seductive that I could hardly focus on the dance anymore.

"You heard me, didn't you?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest as I looked up at him.

"I'd be a fool not to," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. His forehead gently touched mine, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body.

"I promise you, I would never be your heartbreak prince, okay?" he murmured, his hands sliding lower on my waist, pulling me closer.

I nodded, unable to form words. My entire body was buzzing, my mind spinning with the intensity of this moment. The way he held me, the way his eyes roamed over me—every touch, every glance, it was like he was setting me on fire.

And then, before I could even think about what I was doing, I closed the space between us, pressing my lips to his in a kiss that was electric, full of pent-up desire.

His lips moved against mine with a hunger that matched mine, and I could feel him pull me even closer, his body practically moulding into mine. The kiss deepened, hot and urgent, the kind of kiss that left no room for hesitation.

I could hear his voice in my head, repeating over and over again: You're mine. All mine.

And as his hands slid around my waist, pulling me even closer, I couldn't help but think—yeah, maybe I am.

I felt his lips move more insistently against mine, each kiss hotter than the last, his hands starting to explore my body, making my heart race faster. My skin burned under his touch, and I couldn't help but pull him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him.

Shubman's hands moved from my waist to my back, pressing me even tighter against him, making me feel the hard planes of his chest against mine. His touch was electrifying, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan into his mouth as he deepened the kiss. He grinned against my lips, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on me.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" he whispered, his voice raspy, his breath hot against my skin.

"Then stop talking and kiss me more," I teased, my fingers threading through his hair, tugging him closer.

He chuckled lowly, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. "That's exactly what I was planning on doing."

His lips crashed down on mine again, and this time, it wasn't just a kiss—it was everything. I felt him pull me closer, his body pressing against mine, the tension between us almost unbearable. 

His hands slid down to my hips, pulling me tighter against him, making sure there was no space left between us. I could feel the heat radiating from him, the rapid beat of his heart matching mine.

I broke the kiss for a moment, gasping for air, my chest rising and falling with each breath. "Shubman..." I whispered, trying to steady myself.

His eyes were dark with desire as he looked at me. "What?" he asked, his voice low and thick, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" I asked, my words coming out a little breathless, my body still buzzing from his touch.

"I think I do," he said, brushing a strand of hair away from my face, his fingers tracing down my jawline, making my heart skip. "But I want to know what you're doing to me."

Before I could respond, he kissed me again, more urgently this time. His hands roamed over my body, pulling me even closer. I was lost in him—lost in the way he kissed me, in the way he made me feel like the only person in the world.

His lips moved down to my neck, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin, sending waves of pleasure through my body. 

I gasped and tilted my head back, giving him more access. His hands were all over me now, exploring the curves of my body, and I could feel the heat building between us.

"You feel so damn good," he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with desire. "I can't get enough of you."

I closed my eyes, letting out a soft breath. "Same," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Shubman grinned against my neck, clearly pleased with my response. "You have no idea how badly I want you right now," he said, his voice low and seductive.

His words made my heart race faster, and I could feel the desire pooling deep inside me. I looked up at him, my breath coming in shallow gasps. "Then show me."

And just like that, everything between us shifted. There was no more hesitation, no more playing coy. 

His lips found mine again, more desperate, more demanding, as if he couldn't wait any longer. I responded in kind, my hands roaming over his body, eager to explore every inch of him.

As the kiss deepened, I felt the world around us fade away. There was no one else, no distractions—just the two of us, caught up in the heat of the moment. My body was on fire, and all I could think about was him.

His hands slid under my shirt, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of my back, sending a jolt of electricity through me. I couldn't help but moan softly, the sound driving him even more wild.

"Shobhana..." he whispered, his voice rough. "I want you. Right now."

The intensity in his voice was enough to make my knees weak. I took a step back, my hand finding his, and without saying another word, I pulled him toward the car, my heart racing with anticipation.

We were both breathless by the time we reached the vehicle, the heat between us palpable. I pushed him against the door, my lips crashing onto his once more.

His hands found their way to my back, pulling me against him as his lips moved passionately against mine. My body responded eagerly, every inch of me aching for him.

This time, we didn't stop