kinda smut? like not the whole thing tho, cause they're too soft

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The soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the cozy bedroom where Shubman and Mithra lay entwined in each other's embrace. The rhythmic sound of their breathing filled the air, a symphony of peace and contentment.

Mithra stirred slightly, her eyelids fluttering open as she gradually emerged from the depths of sleep. The events of the previous night flooded back to her, filling her heart with warmth and joy.

As she shifted in Shubman's embrace, she couldn't help but admire the sight before her. His tousled hair framed his peaceful face, and the gentle rise and fall of his chest mirrored the steady rhythm of his breathing. He looked so serene, so utterly perfect in that moment.

With a soft sigh, Mithra snuggled closer to him, relishing the warmth of his embrace. She could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath her cheek, a comforting reminder of their deep connection.

As she lay there, basking in the tranquillity of the morning, she couldn't help but notice the way Shubman's hand rested possessively around her waist. It was a simple gesture, yet it spoke volumes about the depth of their bond.

A faint smile tugged at the corners of Mithra's lips as she recalled the events of the previous evening. The laughter, the teasing, the stolen moments of intimacy—all of it had made for a night she would cherish forever.

Just then, Shubman stirred beside her, his eyes fluttering open as he slowly emerged from sleep. His morning voice was husky and rough, sending a shiver down Mithra's spine as she listened to him speak.

"Good morning," he murmured, his voice tinged with sleep.

Mithra couldn't help but smile at the sound of his voice. There was something undeniably sexy about the way he sounded in the morning, all warm and gravelly with sleep.

"Good morning," she replied, her voice soft and filled with affection.

They lay there for a moment, simply enjoying each other's presence in the quiet stillness of the morning. The world outside seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in the simple pleasure of being together.

In that moment, as the first light of dawn painted the room in hues of gold and pink, Mithra knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be—wrapped in Shubman's arms, surrounded by love, and ready to face whatever the future held, together.

As they lay there in each other's arms, the morning sunlight filtering through the curtains, Shubman's voice continued to fill the room, casting a spell of warmth and intimacy over them.

Mithra couldn't help but revel in the moment, the simple pleasure of being wrapped up in his embrace, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest against hers. His presence was a comforting anchor, grounding her in the present and banishing any lingering worries or doubts.

"Your morning voice is so sexy," Mithra teased, a playful grin dancing on her lips as she looked up at him.

Shubman chuckled, a deep rumble that reverberated through his chest. "Is that so?" he replied, his voice laced with amusement as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "I'll have to remember that for future reference."

They shared a tender moment, their laughter mingling in the air as they savored the simple joy of being together. For Mithra, there was nowhere else she'd rather be than in Shubman's arms, basking in the glow of his love and affection.

As they lingered in the warmth of the morning sunlight, Mithra felt a sense of gratitude wash over her, grateful for the love they shared and the moments they cherished together. And as they embraced, she knew that no matter what the future held, as long as they had each other, they could weather any storm that came their way.

The morning air was filled with a sense of tranquility as Mithra gently disentangled herself from Shubman's embrace, the warmth of his touch lingering on her skin. With a soft sigh, she reached for a towel and a fresh set of clothes, her movements slow and deliberate as she prepared to start the day.

As she made her way towards the bathroom, the sound of the running shower filled the air, adding to the soothing ambiance of the room. Just as she was about to step inside, she felt Shubman's presence behind her, his voice a gentle whisper against her ear.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, his tone playful yet tinged with a hint of desire.

Mithra's cheeks flushed crimson at his unexpected request, her heart fluttering with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. They had shared kisses and tender moments together, but the prospect of getting physically intimate was something they hadn't explored yet.

"Shubman..." Mithra's voice trailed off, her mind racing as she tried to gather her thoughts. She turned to face him, her gaze meeting his with a mixture of uncertainty and longing.

Shubman's expression softened as he reached out to gently cup her cheek, his touch sending a jolt of warmth coursing through her veins. "It's okay if you're not ready," he murmured, his voice filled with understanding and affection. "I just want to be close to you, in every way possible."

Mithra's heart swelled with emotion at his words, her doubts melting away in the face of his unwavering love and patience. With a soft smile, she leaned into his touch, her fingers intertwining with his as she met his gaze with newfound determination.

"Okay," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "You can join me."

As they stepped into the shower together, the warm water cascading over their bodies, Mithra couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration at the prospect of exploring this new chapter of their relationship. 

The click of the bathroom door locking echoed through the space, sealing them in a bubble of intimacy and desire. Shubman's eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint as he reached for the hem of Mithra's t-shirt, his fingers trailing along the fabric with deliberate slowness.

With a teasing smirk, he tugged the shirt upwards, revealing the soft curves of her body and the delicate lace of her dark purple bra. A low whistle escaped his lips as he took in the sight, his gaze filled with appreciation and longing.

"Damn, you look incredible," he breathed, his voice husky with desire.

Mithra's cheeks flushed with heat at his words, a surge of arousal coursing through her veins. She bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest as she met his intense gaze with equal fervor.

Before she could utter a word, Shubman closed the distance between them in a single stride, his hands finding purchase on her hips as he pressed her firmly against the tiled wall. The warm water cascaded over them, heightening the sensation of their bodies pressed together in a fervent embrace.

With a low growl of desire, Shubman captured her lips in a hungry kiss, his movements urgent and demanding. Mithra responded with equal fervor, her hands tangling in his hair as she deepened the kiss, lost in the intoxicating heat of their passion.

Their breath mingled in the steam-filled air, the rhythm of their hearts pounding in sync as they surrendered to the raw intensity of their desire. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the electric connection between them, igniting a fire that burned hotter than the scalding water cascading over their entwined bodies.

As they broke apart, their chests heaving with exertion, Shubman's eyes burned with a primal hunger, his gaze locked on Mithra with unbridled desire.

"You're driving me fucking crazy," he growled, his voice rough with need as he trailed hot kisses along her jawline.

Mithra's breath hitched at his words, her body trembling with anticipation as she arched into his touch, craving more of his intoxicating warmth.

Shubman's lips trailed along the curve of Mithra's neck, his breath hot against her skin as he murmured softly, "Can I take this off?"

His words sent a shiver down her spine, anticipation coursing through her veins as she met his gaze, her eyes dark with desire.

"Yes," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper, her heart thundering in her chest.

With a gentle touch, Shubman's fingers worked deftly at the clasp of her bra, his movements slow and deliberate as he released the fabric, allowing it to fall away and reveal her bare skin to his hungry gaze.

Mithra's breath caught in her throat as the cool air hit her exposed flesh, sending a rush of sensation coursing through her body. She felt vulnerable and exposed, yet utterly alive in the presence of the man who held her heart.

Shubman's eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight before him, his hands trembling with reverence as he traced the contours of her body, his touch igniting a fierce fire within her.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, his gaze locked on hers with unwavering intensity.

Mithra's cheeks flushed with heat at his words, a rush of heat pooling between her thighs as she surrendered to the overwhelming waves of pleasure that washed over her.

With a primal hunger, Shubman pulled her close, his lips crashing against hers in a fervent kiss that left them both breathless and wanting more. 

In that moment, as their bodies merged in a passionate embrace, they knew that they were destined to be together, their love burning brighter than any flame, illuminating the darkness and guiding them towards a future filled with endless possibilities.

Mithra's hands trembled with anticipation as they trailed down Shubman's chest, her fingers tracing the contours of his toned muscles before coming to rest on the button of his jeans.

Shubman's breath hitched in his throat as he felt her touch, desire coursing through his veins like wildfire. His gaze locked with hers, a fierce hunger burning in his eyes as he watched her with unrestrained desire.

"Fuck," he breathed, his voice husky with need as he leaned in to capture her lips in a searing kiss. Their tongues danced in a passionate tangle, a silent promise of the ecstasy that awaited 

them.

Mithra's fingers worked quickly, fumbling with the button of his jeans as she sought to release him from the confines of his clothing. Every touch sent a jolt of electricity through her body, her senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating scent of his skin and the warmth of his touch.

With a final tug, the button gave way, and Shubman's jeans fell to the floor in a heap, leaving him clad only in his boxer briefs. He stood before her, a vision of raw masculinity, his desire evident in the heated gaze he fixed upon her.

Their eyes met in a silent exchange of longing and passion, the air crackling with tension as they stood on the precipice of desire. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the connection they shared, a bond forged in the fires of love and desire.

With a shared breath, they surrendered to the pull of their desires, their bodies melding together in a fevered embrace as they lost themselves in the ecstasy of the moment. And as they became one, their souls intertwined in a symphony of passion and longing, they knew that they had found their forever in each other's arms.

As Shubman's jeans pooled around his ankles, he moved closer to Mithra, his gaze smoldering with desire. With trembling hands, she reached for the drawstring of her sweatpants, her heart pounding with anticipation.

"Shubman," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of the shower. "I want you."

His lips curled into a predatory smirk as he watched her, his eyes dark with primal hunger. "I know," he growled, his voice low and husky with desire.

With a swift motion, Mithra untied the drawstring of her sweatpants, letting them fall to the floor in a soft thud. 

Shubman's gaze roamed hungrily over her body, taking in every curve and contour with undisguised admiration. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Before she could respond, Shubman closed the distance between them, his hands roaming over her body with possessive urgency. He captured her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue tangling with hers in a dance of raw passion.

As they kissed, Shubman's hands trailed down her sides, his touch igniting a firestorm of desire within her. 

Mithra gasped as Shubman's mouth closed over her right breast, his tongue swirling around her hardened nipple in slow, torturous circles. Pleasure surged through her body, sending waves of ecstasy crashing over her in relentless waves.

With a moan of pleasure, Mithra arched her back, offering herself up to him completely. Shubman responded with equal fervor, his hands pinning hers above her head as he continued to worship her body with his mouth.
Mithra's heart skipped a beat as she watched Shubman reach for the condom packet from his jeans, which lay in the corner of the bathroom. The realization hit her like a bolt of lightning, catching her off guard amidst the haze of passion that enveloped them.

"Shubman," she whispered, her voice tinged with surprise and uncertainty. "You... you had this with you all along?"

Shubman paused, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of longing and understanding. "Yeah," he replied softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "I wanted... I wanted to be prepared, just in case..."

Mithra's mind raced as she processed his words. She couldn't deny the flutter of emotions stirring within her—a combination of astonishment, gratitude, and a newfound depth of affection for the man standing before her.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for thinking ahead."Shubman's gaze softened as he moved closer, the condom packet forgotten as he reached for 

her hand. "I just want you to feel safe, Mithra," he said earnestly. "I want to make sure we're both ready for this."

A rush of warmth flooded Mithra's chest as she gazed into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and love reflected there. In that moment, she knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be—with Shubman, in the intimacy of their shared love and trust.

With a nod of understanding, she leaned in to press her lips against his, the kiss a silent affirmation of their mutual commitment to each other. 

After the shower, Shubman and Mithra took their time getting ready for the day ahead. Wrapped in towels, they exchanged playful banter and tender kisses, their love blooming like a delicate flower in the morning light.

Once dressed, Shubman couldn't resist the urge to express his love for Mithra in a spontaneous display of affection. With a mischievous grin, he swooped her up into his arms, eliciting a surprised laugh from her lips.

"Shubman!" Mithra exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with delight as he twirled her around in a whirlwind of joy. "What are you doing?"

"I'm just showing the world how much I love you!" Shubman declared, his voice ringing with unabashed enthusiasm as he held her close.

Mithra's heart swelled with warmth at his words, her laughter mingling with his as they spun around the room. In that moment, surrounded by their love and laughter, everything else faded away into insignificance.

As Shubman gently set her back down on her feet, he cupped her face in his hands, his gaze soft and tender. "I mean it, Mithra," he said earnestly. "I love you more than words can express."

Mithra reached up to caress his cheek, her eyes shining with emotion. "And I love you, Shubman," she whispered, her voice filled with the depth of her affection.

dundundun!

and we come to the final chapter of Endgame! I love this couple so much!

they went through so many things and omg our babies are now engaged!

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love, supraja aka soup