wag gang

mira

y'all

thiya

yes bbg

mira

i think i and mara
are now officially a part of the wags

rits

huh?

nat

wait

amara

yep

nush

HOLD TF UP

YOU GUYS KISSED?

nat

OMG

mira

yeah lmao

amara

fucker kissed me to take
the icecream off my lips
and i kissed him back

mira

we ended up making out
in the studio
covered in paint

thiya

WOAH

rits

WOAHHH

nush

IM SCREAMING?!

mira

HEH

nat

SO WHENS THE DATE

mira

😭🤷‍♀️

rits

aw man

amara

wait

abhi sent
me a snap

nush 

omg

amara

im dying

sobbing

screaming

he's so cute

mira

wait

omg

my man

sent me something too

thiya

i feel
like a proud mom rn

shubmann has sent you a snap

shubman has sent you a message !!!

- do you wanna go on a date to a music store?

mira

guys

guys

he's asking

music store date

nat

yes yes yes

rits

lets goo

amara

me and abhi are
going to go
to a gallery

nush

awww

amara - take lots of pictures

mira - make him buy mothers
vinyls for you

amara

😌

mira

🤭🤭

The drive to the music store was filled with easy conversation and laughter, the nervous tension from earlier melting away in the warmth of their shared companionship. Shubman stole glances at Mira whenever he could, marvelling at how her presence seemed to brighten even the simplest moments.

As they arrived at the music store, Shubman parked the car and turned to Mira with a grin. "Here we are," he announced, gesturing towards the store entrance.

Mira looked around in surprise, her eyes widening with delight as she took in the rows of instruments and shelves stocked with albums. "Wow, this looks amazing."

Shubman chuckled softly, feeling a sense of relief at her enthusiastic response. 

"I thought we could explore together," he explained, offering her his arm as they entered the store.

They spent the afternoon browsing through the aisles, sharing stories about their favourite bands and discovering new artists together. 

Shubman was amazed at Mira's knowledge and passion for music, and he found himself falling even more deeply for the woman who shared his interests and enthusiasm.

At one point, they stumbled upon a section dedicated to vinyl records, and Mira's eyes lit up with excitement. "I've always wanted to start a vinyl collection," she admitted wistfully, running her fingers over the colourful album covers.

Shubman grinned mischievously, knowing exactly what he wanted to do. "Pick one," he urged her, his voice filled with playful encouragement. "It'll be the first addition to your collection."

Mira's face lit up with joy, her eyes sparkling as she carefully selected a Taylor Swift album with a vibrant cover. "This one," she declared proudly, holding it up for Shubman to see.

Shubman nodded approvingly, his heart swelling with happiness at the thought of sharing this moment with her. "Excellent choice," he praised, his admiration for her growing with each passing second.

As they made their way to the checkout counter, Shubman couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the opportunity to get to know Mira better. 

After selecting the vinyl record, Shubman and Mira found themselves at the checkout counter, where an enthusiastic store clerk greeted them with a bright smile.

"Ah, starting a vinyl collection, are we?" the clerk chirped, scanning the album with practised ease. "Excellent choice!"

Mira beamed with pride, nodding eagerly. "I can't wait to give it a spin," she quipped, glancing over at Shubman with a playful glint in her eye.

Shubman chuckled, handing over his credit card to pay for the record. "You're going to have the best collection in town," he teased, earning a giggle from Mira and a knowing nod from the clerk.

As they exited the store, vinyl record in hand, Shubman couldn't resist a mischievous thought. "So, how about a little competition?" he proposed, a playful gleam in his eye.

Mira arched an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "Competition? What do you have in mind?" she asked, intrigued.

Shubman grinned, pointing across the street to a nearby arcade. "First one to beat me at air hockey wins," he challenged, his voice tinged with laughter.

Mira's eyes widened with mock indignation. "You're on," she declared, playfully nudging him as they hurried across the street to the arcade.

Inside, the arcade was a whirlwind of flashing lights and nostalgic sounds, the air thick with the scent of popcorn and excitement. 

Shubman and Mira wasted no time in heading straight for the air hockey table, their competitive spirits igniting a friendly rivalry between them.

The game was fast-paced and filled with laughter, each of them scoring points and blocking shots with equal determination. 

Shubman couldn't help but admire Mira's skill and determination, her competitive streak matching his own.

At one point, Mira managed to score a particularly impressive goal, causing Shubman to groan in mock defeat. "You're too good at this," he teased, his admiration for her growing with each passing moment.

Mira grinned triumphantly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Don't underestimate me," she retorted playfully, her competitive edge adding to the excitement of the game.

After several intense rounds, Shubman finally managed to secure a narrow victory, earning a cheer from Mira and a playful pout in response. 

"Beginner's luck," she teased, nudging him with her shoulder as they left the arcade.

As they walked back to the car, their laughter echoing through the bustling streets, Shubman couldn't help but feel a sense of joy and contentment. 

As Shubman navigated through the lively streets, the playful banter from their arcade adventure lingered in the air between him and Mira. Their laughter intertwined with the soft melodies playing on the car stereo, creating a soundtrack to their budding romance.

Mira couldn't stop smiling as she looked over at Shubman, her heart overflowing with happiness. "I had so much fun today," she admitted, her voice filled with genuine warmth.

Shubman glanced at her, his own smile widening at the sight of her radiant expression. "Me too," he replied softly, his voice laced with sincerity. "I'm glad we did something different."

They fell into a comfortable silence, the gentle hum of the car engine blending with the rhythmic beat of their hearts. As they approached a red light, Shubman slowed to a stop, stealing a quick glance at Mira.

Unable to resist the magnetic pull between them any longer, Shubman reached out, gently cupping Mira's face in his hands. Mira's breath caught in her throat as she met his gaze, her eyes shimmering with unspoken emotions.

Without a word, Shubman leaned in, closing the distance between them. Their lips met in a tender kiss, a silent promise of their growing affection and desire. 

Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the warmth of each other's embrace, their hearts beating as one.

The world outside faded into insignificance as they savoured the sweetness of the moment, the soft touch of their lips igniting a firestorm of emotions within them. 

For Shubman, kissing Mira felt like coming home—a sensation of completeness and belonging he had never experienced before.

As they finally pulled back, their foreheads resting against each other, Shubman couldn't help but smile, his heart soaring with happiness. 

"You're amazing," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration.

Mira blushed, her cheeks tinged with a delicate shade of pink. "So are you," she replied softly, her fingers gently brushing against his cheek.

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Meanwhile, across town, Abhishek and Amara were immersed in their own version of a date night, exploring the halls of a contemporary art gallery. The gallery buzzed with the chatter of patrons, the walls adorned with vibrant paintings and intricate sculptures that sparked conversations and contemplation.

Abhishek, always the charismatic one, gestured animatedly at a modernist painting, trying to decipher its deeper meaning. "What do you think this represents?" he asked Amara, his brow furrowed in mock seriousness.

Amara chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she examined the artwork. "Hmm, I think it's a commentary on the chaos of urban life," she replied playfully, her voice tinged with sarcasm.

Abhishek grinned, leaning closer to her as they moved on to the next exhibit. "You always have a unique perspective," he teased, a hint of admiration in his tone.

As they strolled through the gallery, their laughter echoed through the halls, blending with the soft murmur of other visitors. 

Amara couldn't help but marvel at Abhishek's ability to turn any moment into an adventure, his infectious energy lighting up the room wherever they went.

At one point, they stumbled upon a contemporary sculpture that seemed to defy gravity, its sleek lines and metallic finish catching the light in mesmerizing ways. 

Abhishek raised an eyebrow in mock awe, pretending to analyze its artistic merit with exaggerated seriousness.

Amara rolled her eyes playfully, nudging him with her elbow. "You're such a goof," she teased, her laughter bubbling up effortlessly.

Abhishek grinned unabashedly, his eyes crinkling at the corners with genuine affection. "Guilty as charged," he admitted, his voice filled with playful pride.

Their date at the gallery continued with each exhibit sparking new conversations and moments of shared laughter. 

Abhishek couldn't help but feel a deep sense of happiness as he watched Amara engage with the artwork, her insights and humour adding a new layer of richness to their connection.

As they reached the final exhibit, a series of photographs capturing candid moments of everyday life, Abhishek found himself captivated by one particular image—a sunset casting a golden glow over a tranquil beach scene.

Amara stood beside him, her gaze fixed on the photograph. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" she murmured, her voice soft with admiration.

Abhishek nodded, his heart swelling with emotion as he glanced at her. "Just like you," he replied sincerely, his words carrying a depth of feeling that surprised even him.

Amara blinked in surprise, her cheeks flushing with a delicate blush. "Smooth," she teased, nudging him gently.

Abhishek chuckled softly, reaching out to take her hand in his. "I mean it," he confessed, his voice sincere. "Being with you... it's like discovering a new piece of art every day."

Their eyes met in a moment of shared understanding, the gallery around them fading into the background as they stood together, hand in hand. 

In that quiet embrace, Abhishek knew that he had found someone special—a woman who challenged him, inspired him, and brought a sense of joy and adventure into his life.

As they stepped out of the gallery, the cool evening air wrapped around them like a gentle embrace. Abhishek and Amara walked side by side, their fingers intertwined, their hearts still lingering in the artful beauty they had just experienced.

Abhishek couldn't shake the feeling of contentment that had settled within him since their date began. He stole glances at Amara, admiring how the city lights danced in her eyes, reflecting the warmth and joy he felt in her presence.

They reached a quiet corner of the street, away from the bustling crowds, and Abhishek paused, turning to face Amara. His heart raced with anticipation, his mind filled with the echoes of their laughter and shared moments.

"Amara," he began softly, his voice tinged with sincerity, "I've had the best time with you tonight."

Amara smiled warmly, her eyes softening with affection. "Me too," she replied softly, her voice carrying a warmth that mirrored his own.

Unable to resist the magnetic pull between them any longer, Abhishek gently cupped Amara's face in his hands, his touch tender and reverent. 

Amara's breath caught in her throat as she met his gaze, her heart racing in sync with his.

In that fleeting moment, surrounded by the quiet hum of the city and the flickering glow of streetlights, Abhishek leaned in, closing the distance between them. 

Their lips met in a gentle kiss, a silent affirmation of their growing connection and shared affection.

Time seemed to stand still as they savoured the sweetness of the moment, their embrace deepening with each passing second. 

Abhishek felt a rush of warmth and happiness flood through him, his heart overflowing with gratitude for the woman who had captured his attention and stolen his heart.

As they finally pulled back, their foreheads resting against each other, Abhishek couldn't help but smile, his heart soaring with happiness. 

"God I'm so lucky," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration.

Amara blushed, her cheeks tinged with a delicate shade of pink. "I'm the lucky one," she replied softly, her fingers gently brushing against his cheek.

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soup rants!

dun dun dun dun

and here we have the sixth chapter!

i love them so so much [ me with all my ships ]

they're so cute?

abhay and amara = cuteness

shubman and mira = hotness

anyway, comment your thoughts!!

love, soup