As Aratrika began explaining the topics from their literature class, Shubman listened intently, his pen poised over his notebook as he diligently took down notes. He found himself drawn to Aratrika's voice, the way she explained concepts with clarity and confidence, her passion for the subject shining through with each word.

But as they delved deeper into their assignment, Shubman's attention began to waver. He shifted restlessly on the floor, his gaze wandering to the laptop screen in front of him. With a casual flick of his wrist, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing the toned muscles beneath.

As he leaned back against the wall, Shubman slipped on his computer glasses, the frames adding a touch of sophistication to his rugged appearance. With a mischievous grin, he opened his laptop, his fingers hovering over the keyboard as he pretended to focus on their assignment.

But his mind was elsewhere, his thoughts consumed by the irresistible temptation of Aratrika's Instagram profile. With a quick glance around to ensure she was engrossed in her own work, Shubman couldn't resist the urge to sneak a peek.

As he scrolled through her posts, a slow smile spread across his face. Aratrika looked stunning in every photo, her beauty radiating from the screen. He found himself lingering on each picture, his heart skipping a beat as he admired her grace and elegance.

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"Damn, Aratrika," Shubman muttered under his breath, his voice husky with desire. "You look so damn sexy in these photos."

He shook his head, trying to shake off the seductive thoughts that threatened to consume him. He knew he shouldn't be indulging in such fantasies, especially not while they were supposed to be working on their assignment.

But as he stole another glance at Aratrika, his resolve wavered. He couldn't help but be drawn to her, to the magnetic pull of her presence that seemed to tug at his very soul. And as he sat there, lost in a sea of temptation, Shubman couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, their tutoring sessions held the promise of something more than just academic success.

Aratrika's heart skipped a beat as she stole a glance at Shubman, her cheeks flushing pink at the sight of him scrolling through her Instagram feed. The reflection of her own posts danced across the lenses of his computer glasses, casting a seductive glow that only added to his allure.

She couldn't tear her gaze away, mesmerized by the sight of him. His rugged features were softened by the warm light of the laptop screen, and she found herself captivated by the way his fingers moved effortlessly over the keyboard.

As she watched him, a flurry of conflicting emotions swirled within her. Part of her was flattered by the attention, thrilled by the idea that Shubman was interested in her life outside of their tutoring sessions. But another part of her was wary, hesitant to let herself get too caught up in the fantasy of what could be.

Aratrika shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts as she turned her attention back to her own laptop. She knew she should say something, call Shubman out for his blatant distraction from their assignment. But the words caught in her throat, stifled by the intensity of her own desires.

Instead, she found herself staring at the veins on his hands, tracing the intricate patterns with her eyes as if they held the answers to all her unspoken questions. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to feel those hands against her skin, to experience the warmth of his touch in a way that went beyond mere academic curiosity.

But just as quickly as the thought entered her mind, Aratrika pushed it aside, berating herself for entertaining such foolish notions. She had a job to do, a responsibility to fulfil, and she couldn't afford to let herself be swayed by the allure of Shubman's charms.

With a determined shake of her head, Aratrika refocused her attention on their assignment, pushing aside the tantalizing distractions that threatened to pull her under. But deep down, beneath the surface of her composed facade, a spark of longing still burned bright, waiting to be unleashed.

As Aratrika immersed herself in their assignment, she couldn't shake the feeling of Shubman's gaze lingering on her, even as he pretended to scroll through her Instagram feed. The soft glow of the laptop screen illuminated his features, casting shadows across his rugged jawline and accentuating the intensity in his eyes.

Despite her best efforts to concentrate, Aratrika found herself stealing glances at Shubman, her heart fluttering erratically in her chest with each passing moment. She couldn't deny the undeniable chemistry that crackled between them, a magnetic pull that seemed to draw them closer with each fleeting glance.

But as she watched him, a wave of self-doubt washed over her, threatening to dampen the spark of attraction that flickered within her. What did Shubman see in her, anyway? Was he truly interested, or was he simply toying with her for his own amusement?

Aratrika shook her head, banishing the doubts from her mind as she forced herself to focus on their assignment. She refused to let herself be swept away by the whirlwind of emotions that threatened to consume her. She had worked too hard to get to where she was, and she wasn't about to let a fleeting infatuation derail her plans.

But even as she buried herself in their work, Aratrika couldn't shake the feeling of Shubman's presence lingering in the air around her. His magnetic energy seemed to permeate every inch of the room, leaving her breathless and dizzy with longing.

With a frustrated sigh, Aratrika closed her laptop, her mind buzzing with unanswered questions and unspoken desires. She knew she should confront Shubman about his blatant distraction, but a part of her hesitated, afraid of what his response might reveal.

But as she glanced up at him, her resolve wavered. Shubman sat there, his gaze fixed on the screen before him, seemingly lost in his own world. And in that moment, Aratrika couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, they were both secretly longing for the same thing.

As the rain poured down outside, Anushka and Virat huddled together in the cozy warmth of his apartment, the sound of the raindrops tapping against the window creating a soothing backdrop to their evening together. Anushka sighed contentedly, grateful for the unexpected opportunity to spend the night with her boyfriend, safe and dry from the storm raging outside.

Meanwhile, on a deserted stretch of road, Anahira and Abhishek found themselves stranded in the downpour, their car sputtering to a halt with a mechanical groan. Abhishek cursed under his breath as he popped the hood, rain pelting down on him as he attempted to diagnose the issue.

"Damn it," Abhishek muttered, wiping rainwater from his brow as he peered into the engine compartment. "Looks like the engine's shot. We're going to need a tow truck to get this thing moving again."

Anahira sighed, wrapping her arms around herself as she glanced around at their desolate surroundings. "Great," she muttered, her voice laced with frustration. "Just what we needed on a rainy night like this."

Abhishek shot her an apologetic glance, his expression grim. "I'm sorry, Anahira," he said, his tone tinged with regret. "I should have gotten the car serviced sooner. This is all my fault."

Anahira shook her head, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Don't be ridiculous, Abhishek," she replied, her voice softening. "It's not your fault. These things happen. We'll figure it out together, like we always do."

Abhishek felt a surge of gratitude wash over him at Anahira's words, his heart swelling with affection for the woman by his side. Despite the inconvenience of their current situation, he couldn't help but feel grateful for her unwavering support and optimism.

"Thanks, Anahira," Abhishek said, his voice sincere. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Anahira smiled back at him, her eyes sparkling with affection. "You're welcome, Abhishek," she replied, her voice filled with warmth. "Now let's get this car fixed and get out of this rain before we catch our death of cold."

As Abhishek worked on the engine, his hands deftly moving amidst the machinery, Anahira couldn't tear her eyes away from him. The rain had soaked through his shirt, clinging to his body and accentuating the contours of his muscles. His hair was plastered to his forehead, strands of dark hair framing his face in a way that made her heart skip a beat.

Anahira's gaze traced the lines of his body, her mind consumed by thoughts of him. She couldn't help but admire the way he seemed so focused and determined, even in the face of adversity. Her heart swelled with affection for him, a warmth spreading through her chest at the sight of him.

But as she tore her gaze away, her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden movement, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her from behind. Startled, she turned to see Abhishek standing behind her, a playful grin on his face.

"Caught you staring," he teased, his voice laced with amusement. "What's got you so captivated, huh?"

Anahira felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she tried to compose herself. "Oh, uh, nothing," she stammered, her voice betraying her nervousness. "I was just... admiring the view."

Abhishek chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down Anahira's spine. "Well, I can't blame you," he replied, his tone light. "I mean, who wouldn't want to admire this?"

Anahira felt her heart flutter at his words, a rush of emotions swirling within her. She wanted to tell him how she felt, to pour her heart out and confess her love for him. But the words stuck in her throat, trapped by fear and uncertainty.

Before she could gather the courage to speak, Abhishek tightened his embrace, pulling her closer against his chest. "You know, Anahira," he murmured, his voice soft and tender, "I'm really glad you're here with me, even in the middle of this mess. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Anahira's heart swelled with emotion at his words, her doubts and fears melting away in the warmth of his embrace. She leaned into him, resting her head against his chest as she allowed herself to bask in the comfort of his presence.

As the rain continued to fall around them, Abhishek gently tilted Anahira's chin up with his index finger, his touch tender and affectionate. He locked eyes with her, a soft smile playing on his lips as he gazed into her eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation or uncertainty.

Anahira's breath caught in her throat at the intimate gesture, her heart racing with anticipation. She found herself lost in the depths of Abhishek's gaze, the world around them fading into insignificance as they stood there, locked in a moment of unspoken connection.

In that fleeting instant, Anahira felt a surge of courage welling up inside her, emboldening her to finally speak the words she had been longing to say. She parted her lips, ready to pour her heart out to him, to bare her soul and confess her deepest feelings.

But before she could utter a single word, Abhishek leaned in close, his lips hovering just inches from hers. His breath ghosted against her skin, warm and inviting, sending a shiver down her spine.

Anahira's heart skipped a beat as she felt the electricity crackling between them, the air charged with anticipation. In that moment, she knew that she didn't need to say anything at all. Their actions spoke louder than words ever could, and the unspoken bond that united them was stronger than any confession.

With a soft sigh, Anahira closed the distance between them, her lips meeting Abhishek's in a tender kiss. It was a moment of pure magic, a symphony of emotions swirling around them as they surrendered to the undeniable pull of their hearts.

As their lips met in a gentle kiss, Anahira felt a rush of emotions surge through her. It was as if all the doubts and fears that had plagued her melted away in the warmth of Abhishek's embrace. 

She found herself losing track of time, lost in the sweet ecstasy of the moment.

Abhishek's touch was electric, sending tingles down her spine as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer against him. The rain continued to fall around them, but at that moment, they were lost in their own little bubble of bliss.

Their kiss deepened, passion igniting between them like wildfire. Anahira's fingers tangled in Abhishek's hair, pulling him closer as she poured all her love and longing into the kiss.

In that instant, it felt as though the whole world had faded away, leaving only the two of them suspended in a timeless embrace. It was a moment of pure magic, a testament to the power of love to conquer all obstacles.

As they finally pulled away, their foreheads resting against each other, Anahira felt a sense of peace wash over her. She knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, as long as she had Abhishek by her side, she could overcome them all.

With a soft smile, she looked up into his eyes, seeing the love and adoration reflected back at her. In that moment, she knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be, in the arms of the man she loved more than anything in the world.

With a contented sigh, Anahira nestled closer to Abhishek, revelling in the warmth of his embrace. The rain continued to drum against the pavement, a soothing rhythm that echoed the steady beat of their hearts.

Lost in the afterglow of their kiss, they remained locked in each other's arms, savouring the sweetness of the moment. It was a feeling of blissful serenity, a quiet understanding that they were exactly where they were meant to be.

As they stood there, enveloped in the peaceful tranquillity of the rainy night, Anahira couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the way life had brought them together. It was as if the universe had conspired to lead them to this moment, this beautiful intersection of their lives.

With a soft smile, she looked up at Abhishek, her heart overflowing with love for him. "I love you," she whispered, the words hanging in the air like a promise.

Abhishek's eyes sparkled with emotion as he returned her gaze, his own declaration of love shining through in the depths of his gaze. "And I love you," he murmured, his voice filled with tenderness.

In that moment, as they stood together in the gentle embrace of the rain, Anahira knew that their love was stronger than any storm. It was a love that would weather any obstacle, withstand any challenge, and endure for eternity.

With a renewed sense of hope and determination, Anahira leaned in to capture Abhishek's lips in another sweet kiss, sealing their love with a silent vow. And as they melted into each other's embrace once more, the world faded away, leaving only the two of them and the timeless promise of their love.

After their tender moment, Abhishek reluctantly pulled away from Anahira's embrace, a soft smile lingering on his lips as he turned his attention back to the task at hand. With renewed determination, he set to work on the car, his skilled hands moving swiftly as he diagnosed and repaired the issue.

Despite the rain still pouring down around them, Abhishek seemed unfazed, his focus unwavering as he tinkered with the engine. Anahira watched him with admiration, feeling a swell of pride in her heart as she observed his expertise in action.

With each passing moment, the sound of metal clanking and tools clattering filled the air, a testament to Abhishek's unwavering dedication to fixing the car. And before long, to Anahira's relief, the engine roared to life once more, its steady purr echoing through the night air.

Abhishek flashed Anahira a triumphant grin, his eyes shining with satisfaction as he wiped his hands on a rag. "There we go," he declared, his voice filled with pride. "Good as new."

Anahira couldn't help but smile back at him, her heart swelling with admiration for the man standing before her. "You're amazing, Abhishek," she said, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. "I don't know what I would do without you."

Abhishek's grin widened at her words, a warmth spreading through his chest at the sound of her praise. "Hey, we make a pretty good team, don't we?" he replied, his tone playful.

With a shared laugh, Anahira and Abhishek climbed back into the car, ready to continue their journey together. As they drove off into the night, the rain still falling softly against the windshield, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together.

As they arrived at Anahira's flat, Abhishek parked the car and stepped out, his hand extended to help Anahira out of the passenger seat. She took it with a grateful smile, her heart fluttering at the warmth of his touch.

Together, they walked to the entrance of the building, their footsteps echoing in the quiet of the night. The rain had begun to taper off, leaving the air feeling fresh and rejuvenated.

As they reached the door to Anahira's flat, Abhishek turned to face her, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Well, here we are," he said, his voice gentle. "Back safe and sound."

Anahira nodded, her gaze meeting his as she felt a rush of emotions welling up inside her. "Thank you, Abhishek," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity. "For everything."

Abhishek's smile widened at her words, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Anytime, Anahira," he said, his tone warm. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

Anahira felt her heart swell with gratitude as she looked up at him, the weight of his words sinking in. In that moment, she knew that she was truly blessed to have him in her life.

With a soft sigh, she stepped closer to him, closing the distance between them until they were standing mere inches apart. The air crackled with anticipation as they gazed into each other's eyes, a silent understanding passing between them.

And then, without a word, Abhishek leaned in and pressed his lips to hers in a tender kiss. It was a kiss filled with all the love and longing they felt for each other, a silent promise of the future that lay ahead.

As they finally pulled away, their foreheads resting against each other, Anahira felt a sense of peace settle over her. In Abhishek's arms, she knew she was home.

With a final smile, she unlocked the door to her flat and stepped inside, Abhishek following close behind. And as they disappeared into the warmth of the night, the echoes of their love lingered in the air, a reminder of the bond that would forever unite them.

Inside the cozy confines of Anahira's flat, the warmth enveloped them like a comforting embrace. Abhishek lingered by the doorway, reluctant to leave just yet, his gaze fixed on Anahira as she moved about the room.

Anahira turned to face him, a soft smile playing on her lips as she leaned against the doorframe. "Would you like to come in for a bit?" she asked, her voice gentle.

Abhishek hesitated for a moment, the thought of spending more time with Anahira filling him with a sense of joy. "I'd love to," he replied, his tone filled with warmth.

With a smile, Anahira stepped aside, gesturing for Abhishek to enter. He followed her inside, the scent of her favourite candles filling the air with their soothing fragrance.

As they settled into the comfortable couch, Abhishek couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. Being with Anahira felt like coming home, a feeling of belonging that he hadn't realized he'd been missing until now.

They spent the next few hours lost in conversation, their laughter filling the room with its infectious energy. They talked about everything and nothing, sharing stories and dreams, hopes and fears.

As the night wore on, Abhishek found himself falling more and more deeply in love with Anahira with each passing moment. She was like a beacon of light in his life, guiding him through the darkness with her unwavering love and support.

Eventually, the hour grew late, and Abhishek knew it was time to bid Anahira goodnight. Reluctantly, he rose from the couch, a sense of longing tugging at his heart.

Anahira walked him to the door, her hand lingering in his as they exchanged one last lingering gaze. "Thank you for tonight," she said, her voice soft with emotion.

Abhishek smiled, his heart overflowing with love for the woman standing before him. "Anytime, Anahira," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "I'll see you soon."

With a final embrace, Abhishek stepped out into the cool night air, his heart soaring with the knowledge that he had found something truly special in Anahira. And as he made his way home, the memory of their evening together lingered in his mind like a sweet melody, a reminder of the love that bound them together.

soup rants!

- so here we have the fifth chapter of getaway car!

- shubman is whipped man [ so is aratrika. she just ain't admitting ]

- aratrika staring at his veins [ representation of us ]

- OUR BABIES ABHI AND ANAHIRA KISSED LIKE OMFG!

- anyway comments on the chapter?

- hope you guys enjoyed!

- love, supraja