Shubman's POV

I couldn't help but feel a little smug as I thought about how lucky I was. I mean, have you seen my girlfriend? 

She's not only drop-dead gorgeous but a total boss when it comes to her photography. 

I could already picture her career blowing up, and I was all in for it. But right now, we were in the middle of a photo shoot, and she was making me look good—like really good.

I showed up at the shoot, casually dressed in my T-shirt and sweatpants, not realizing just how much effort she had already put into this whole thing. 

As I walked up, I saw her juggling multiple things, camera around her neck, setting up lights, and making sure everything was perfect.

"Damn, that's a lot of stuff," I said, eyeing all the gear she had scattered around.

"Yeah, the outfit's in the bag. Go change and come back," she said without missing a beat, her focus laser-sharp.

I grinned and grabbed the bag she pointed to. "You sure you don't need help with all this?" I winked.

She rolled her eyes. "Just go change, Shubman."

I quickly disappeared behind a nearby screen to change. A few minutes later, I stepped out in the outfit she'd chosen. 

She looked me up and down, and the little smirk she gave me made me feel like a million bucks.

"Well, don't you look handsome?" she smiled, eyes glinting with approval.

"That I am," I smirked, striking a pose.

She raised an eyebrow. "Alright, let's start. I want you to look into the distance while walking. One hand in your pocket. Got it?"

"Got it, ma'am," I said, saluting her dramatically before getting into position.

I could feel her eyes on me as I started walking. I caught her looking through the lens, her messy bun bouncing slightly with each movement. 

She looked so hot when she was focused—glasses on, biting her lip, totally in her element. I could feel the heat rising in my body just from that image.

She clicked the camera a few times, and I gave her my best smouldering look. "Done," she said, examining the shots on her camera.

"Can I see the photo?" I asked, already knowing I looked great.

"Yeah, I'm a genius," she laughed, clearly proud of her work.

"Okay, last photo!" she exclaimed, packing up her things. "Then we can head to the swimming pool."

I stopped mid-step. "Did I just hear you say pool?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Are you trying to kill me with these photo shoot locations?"

"Oh, please, just go change into these shorts," she said, tossing a pair of swim trunks at me. "You're so ready for this. I swear."

I laughed at her antics before heading to change again, but when I came back, I could tell she was excited. The poolside photo shoot was going to be interesting.

"Alright, let's do this," she said, clearly determined.

We both went through the motions of the shoot. She had me flexing by the pool, sunglasses on, the summer heat making everything feel hotter. I looked at the picture she snapped, and I couldn't help but fan myself.

"Why are you this hot?" she muttered, almost like she was talking to herself, but I caught it.

I grinned and pulled her close, not giving her a chance to move away. "I don't know, baby," I said with a smirk. "Must be the effect I have on you."

She laughed, trying to play it cool, but I could see the heat in her eyes. "Oh really? Is that so?" she said, trying to sound unaffected.

"Yeah," I said, pulling her even closer by the wrist, my lips just inches from hers. "I know it's true."

Before she could say anything else, I kissed her. And it was nothing like the playful pecks we'd exchanged before. No, this kiss was deeper, hotter, and filled with all the things we'd been holding back. Her lips parted slightly as I kissed her, and I didn't hold back, letting my hands explore her back, pulling her closer, feeling the heat from her body melt against mine.

We pulled away after a minute, both breathless. "Go change, Shub," she said with a chuckle, hitting my chest. "You're wet."

I laughed, clearly enjoying the chaos I'd created. "You're not complaining."

"No, but I don't want you catching a cold," she said, playfully pushing me away. "Go get changed before you flood the place with your wetness."

"Alright, alright," I said with a grin, walking off to change. "But you better be ready for round two when I get back. I'm not finished with you yet."

She handed me the camera, and I immediately grinned at my reflection in the shot. "I look hot, don't I?"

"Oh yeah, sure," she laughed, clearly amused.

"I knew it," I said, raising an eyebrow. "It's hard being this good-looking, you know?"

She rolled her eyes, though her smile gave her away. "Yeah, okay. You do, Mr. Handsome."

"Now you're getting it," I winked before leaning in to kiss her on the cheek, making her blush.

"Alright, enough flirting," she said, trying to focus. "We're heading inside the university next. I got permission."

"Wait, where's the outfit for inside?" I asked, seeing her grab another bag.

She handed it to me with a grin. "Go change, and no more being cocky when you come out."

I raised my hands in mock surrender. "Fine, fine. No more cocky Shubman for now."

When I came out after changing, I was feeling pretty good. She handed me a pair of sunglasses, which I put on dramatically, making her chuckle.

"Pose with the sunglasses," she said, getting back behind her camera. "I want you to look serious this time. Hands out in front of you, yeah?"

I struck the pose, feeling like a model, just waiting for her to click the camera. She took a few shots, and I looked at the pictures afterwards.

"Woah," I muttered, impressed with the shot. "That's even better than I thought."

"Yeah, I'm a genius," she laughed, clearly proud of her work.

"Okay, last photo!" she exclaimed, packing up her things. "Then we can head to the swimming pool."

I stopped mid-step. "Did I just hear you say pool?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Are you trying to kill me with these photo shoot locations?"

"Oh, please, just go change into these shorts," she said, tossing a pair of swim trunks at me. "You're so ready for this. I swear."

I laughed at her antics before heading to change again, but when I came back, I could tell she was excited. The poolside photo shoot was going to be interesting.

"Alright, let's do this," she said, clearly determined.

We both went through the motions of the shoot. She had me flexing by the pool, in the pool, sunglasses on, the summer heat making everything feel hotter.

I looked at the picture she snapped, and I couldn't help but fan myself.

"Why are you this hot?" she muttered, almost like she was talking to herself, but I caught it.

I grinned and pulled her close, not giving her a chance to move away. "I don't know, baby," I said with a smirk. 

"Must be the effect I have on you."

She laughed, trying to play it cool, but I could see the heat in her eyes. "Oh really? Is that so?" she said, trying to sound unaffected.

"Yeah," I said, pulling her even closer by the wrist, my lips just inches from hers. "I know it's true."

Before she could say anything else, I kissed her. And it was nothing like the playful pecks we'd exchanged before. 

No, this kiss was deeper, hotter, and filled with all the things we'd been holding back. Her lips parted slightly as I kissed her, and I didn't hold back, letting my hands explore her back, pulling her closer, feeling the heat from her body melt against mine.

We pulled away after a minute, both breathless. "Go change, Shub," she said with a chuckle, hitting my chest. "You're wet."

I laughed, clearly enjoying the chaos I'd created. "You're not complaining."

"No, but I don't want you catching a cold," she said, playfully pushing me away. "Go get changed before you flood the place with your wetness."

"Alright, alright," I said with a grin, walking off to change. "But you better be ready for round two when I get back. I'm not finished with you yet."