The next day dawned bright and clear, the golden rays of the sun streaming through the curtains of Shubman and Nila's room, filling the space with warmth and light. As they stirred from their peaceful slumber, the events of the previous night flooded back to them, filling their hearts with a sense of joy and contentment.

Shubman stretched lazily, his eyes fluttering open to find Nila still nestled beside him, her hair spread out like a halo against the pillow. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face, marvelling at the sheer beauty of the woman who lay beside him.

Nila stirred at his touch, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze with a soft smile. "Good morning, Shubman," she murmured, her voice filled with sleep-laden affection.

"Good morning, my love," Shubman replied, his heart swelling with warmth at the sight of her. "Did you sleep well?"

Nila nodded, her smile widening as she snuggled closer to him. "Like a baby," she admitted, her voice tinged with contentment.

As they lay there in each other's arms, basking in the glow of their love, Shubman couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the woman beside him. In Nila, he had found not just a partner, but a soulmate—a woman whose love filled his heart with a sense of purpose and belonging.

But their peaceful moment was soon interrupted by the sound of a knock at the door, followed by the cheerful voice of Shubman's mother calling out to them from the other side.

"Good morning, lovebirds!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with laughter. "Breakfast is ready, and we have a full day of festivities ahead of us!"

Shubman and Nila shared a knowing look, their hearts dancing with excitement at the prospect of spending the day together, surrounded by family and loved ones. With a shared smile, they rose from their bed, ready to embrace whatever adventures lay ahead, hand in hand, together, forever.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

As Shubman and Nila made their way downstairs after freshening up, they found the house bustling with activity, the air filled with the scent of freshly prepared breakfast and the sound of laughter and chatter. But amidst the joyous atmosphere, Shubman couldn't help but notice the strained expression on his cousin Manav's face.

Manav, who was set to tie the knot later that day, looked like a bundle of nerves as he darted around the room, his eyes wide with panic. His hair was dishevelled, and his clothes rumpled, a stark contrast to the groom-to-be he was supposed to be.

Shubman exchanged a concerned glance with Nila as they approached Manav, their footsteps echoing through the room. "Hey, Manav, what's going on?" Shubman asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Manav turned to face them, his expression fraught with worry. "Oh, Shubman, Nila, thank goodness you're here," he exclaimed, his voice trembling with anxiety. "I... I don't know if I can go through with this. What if I'm making a mistake?"

Nila placed a comforting hand on Manav's shoulder, her eyes soft with empathy. "Hey, it's okay," she reassured him, her voice gentle yet firm. "Wedding day jitters are completely normal. But trust me, everything is going to be fine."

Shubman nodded in agreement, his own experience with pre-wedding nerves still fresh in his mind. "She's right, Manav," he added, his voice filled with confidence. "You love Jiya, and she loves you. That's all that matters."

Manav took a deep breath, his shoulders sagging with relief at their words of encouragement. "You're right," he admitted, his voice steadier now. "I love Jiya more than anything in this world. I can't let a case of nerves ruin what's supposed to be the happiest day of our lives."

With newfound resolve, Manav straightened his posture, a determined glint in his eyes. "Thank you, Shubman, Nila," he said earnestly, his voice filled with gratitude. "I needed that."

As Manav hurried off to prepare for his big day, Shubman and Nila exchanged a smile, their hearts warmed by the knowledge that they had helped ease his worries. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

As Nila stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the pleats of her pink lehenga, she couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her chest. Today was Manav's wedding day, and she was determined to look her best for the occasion. 

Her hair was piled into a messy bun, strands of hair framing her face in soft waves. She wore big jhumkas that swayed with every movement, adding a touch of elegance to her ensemble. Her sleeveless deep v-neck blouse hugged her curves in all the right places, exuding confidence and grace.

Lost in her preparations, Nila was startled when the door creaked open, and Shubman's head popped in. She turned to see him standing there, dressed in a crisp formal shirt tucked neatly into his trousers, with his blazer slung casually over one arm. A warm smile spread across her face as he entered the room and took a seat on the bed, his eyes fixed on her as she got ready.

"Hey there, handsome," she greeted him, her voice filled with affection as she turned back to the mirror to adjust her dupatta.

Shubman grinned, his eyes sparkling with admiration as he watched her. "Hey yourself, gorgeous," he replied, his voice laced with playful charm. "You clean up real nice."

Nila rolled her eyes at his cheeky comment, but couldn't suppress the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. "Flattery will get you everywhere," she teased, her tone light and teasing.

Shubman chuckled, the sound filling the room with warmth. "Is that so?" he replied, his grin widening. "Well, in that case, get ready for a whole lot more compliments, because you look absolutely stunning, Nila."

Nila felt her cheeks flush pink at his words, a surge of warmth flooding her heart. "Thank you, Shubman," she murmured, her voice soft with gratitude.

Shubman reached out, taking her hand in his as he looked at her with unwavering sincerity. "No need to thank me, Nila," he said earnestly, his gaze locking with hers. "I mean every word."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

As Shubman watched Nila getting ready, a rush of admiration washed over him, leaving him spellbound by her beauty. With each delicate movement, she transformed into a vision of elegance and grace, her pink lehenga accentuating every curve, her jhumkas swaying gently with her every step.

Unable to resist the pull any longer, Shubman rose from the bed and made his way towards her, his steps slow and deliberate. Nila turned to face him, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of surprise and anticipation as he closed the distance between them.

Before she could react, Shubman's arms enveloped her, pulling her close until her back was pressed against the table. Nila gasped softly at the sudden intimacy, her heart racing in her chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in the soft strands of his hair.

Their gazes locked, the air between them crackling with an electric tension as they stood there, lost in the intensity of the moment. Shubman's hands found their way to her waist, pulling her even closer until there was barely a breath of space between them.

"You look absolutely breathtaking, Nila," Shubman murmured, his voice husky with desire as he trailed kisses along the curve of her neck.

Nila shivered at the sensation, her skin tingling with anticipation as she tilted her head back, offering him better access. "And you, Shubman," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath as she met his gaze with unwavering intensity. "You have a way of making me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world."

Shubman smiled, his heart swelling with love at her words. "Because you are, Nila," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "To me, you'll always be the most beautiful woman in the world."

And as they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, they knew that in that moment, nothing else mattered. They were together, bound by a love that was as unbreakable as it was undeniable, and no force in the universe could ever tear them apart.

As Nila attempted to speak, her words were repeatedly interrupted by the soft press of Shubman's lips against hers. Each kiss sent a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins, leaving her breathless and dizzy with desire.

"Shubman, we need to—" Nila began, only to be silenced by another kiss, this one more fervent than the last. Her words dissolved into a soft sigh of pleasure as she melted into his embrace, her fingers threading through his hair as she pulled him closer.

But Shubman seemed determined to thwart her attempts at conversation, his lips trailing a path of fire along her jawline and down her neck. "Shubman, seriously," Nila tried again, her voice tinged with frustration as she struggled to regain her train of thought.

This time, Shubman's response was a low chuckle against her skin, his breath hot against her ear as he murmured, "Sorry, sweetheart, but I can't resist you."

Nila couldn't help but laugh at his blatant disregard for her attempts at conversation, her protests melting away into a soft moan as Shubman's lips found hers once more. "You're impossible," she murmured between kisses, her voice a breathless whisper as she surrendered 

to the sweet sensation of his touch.

Shubman pulled back slightly, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked at her. "Guilty as charged," he replied, his voice filled with playful charm. "But you love me anyway, right?"

Nila's heart swelled with affection at his words, her eyes shining with love as she met his gaze. "More than you'll ever know," she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity.

Their embrace deepened, each kiss igniting a fire that blazed between them, consuming them in its passionate embrace. Shubman's hands roamed over Nila's body with a gentle yet possessive touch, tracing the curves of her waist and the curve of her spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

Nila's mind was a whirlwind of sensation, her senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating scent of Shubman's cologne, the warmth of his skin against hers, and the electrifying pulse of desire that surged through her veins. With each caress, each whispered endearment, she felt herself falling deeper and deeper under his spell.

But amidst the haze of passion, a nagging thought tugged at the corners of her mind, reminding her of the conversation she had been trying to have. With a determined effort, she pulled back slightly, her breath coming in short gasps as she tried to regain her composure.

"Shubman, wait," she managed to say, her voice trembling with restraint as she looked into his eyes, dark with desire.

Shubman's lips hovered tantalizingly close to hers, his gaze filled with a hunger that mirrored her own. "What is it, Nila?" he asked, his voice husky with longing as he brushed a strand of hair from her face.

Nila took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation ahead. "We need to talk about..." she began, only to be silenced by the soft press of Shubman's lips against hers once more.

Her words dissolved into a soft moan of pleasure as Shubman deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the outline of her lips with a tender yet insistent touch. Lost in the heat of the moment, 

Nila surrendered herself to the intoxicating rush of sensation, her thoughts scattered like petals on the wind.

With a playful giggle, Nila gently pushed against Shubman's chest, breaking their embrace and creating some much-needed space between them. "Okay, okay, enough of that," she teased, her eyes dancing with amusement as she caught her breath.

Shubman pouted mockingly, his expression one of playful disappointment. "Aw, come on, Nila," he protested, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I was just getting started."

Nila laughed, shaking her head fondly at his antics. "Save it for later, tiger," she quipped, her tone light and teasing as she smoothed down her lehenga. "We have a wedding to attend, remember?"

Shubman grinned, his eyes alight with mischief as he watched her. "Fine, fine," he conceded, his voice filled with mock resignation. "But you better believe we're picking up right where we left off once this wedding is over."

Nila rolled her eyes playfully at his boldness, unable to suppress the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. "We'll see about that," she replied coyly, her voice filled with a teasing edge.

With a final glance at Shubman, Nila turned and made her way towards the door, her heart fluttering with excitement at the thought of the festivities that lay ahead. As she descended the stairs, the sounds of laughter and chatter grew louder, filling her with a sense of warmth and anticipation.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

As Nila made her way downstairs, the scent of freshly prepared food wafted through the air, mingling with the sound of laughter and conversation. The house was alive with excitement, the energy infectious as family and friends gathered to celebrate Manav and Jiya's union.

Nila's steps were light as she descended the staircase, her heart filled with anticipation for the festivities ahead. She greeted familiar faces with warm smiles and exchanged pleasantries, the joy of the occasion reflected in every corner of the room.

Shubman followed closely behind, his eyes never straying far from Nila as he navigated the crowded space. He couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as he watched her interact with his family and friends, her easy charm and infectious laughter drawing everyone to her like a magnet.

As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Nila turned to Shubman with a smile, her eyes shining with excitement. "Ready for this?" she asked, her voice filled with anticipation.

Shubman nodded, a grin spreading across his face as he took her hand in his. "Absolutely," he replied, his voice tinged with excitement. "But first, let's make a quick detour to the buffet table. I don't know about you, but I'm starving."

Nila laughed, the sound music to his ears as they made their way towards the array of delicious dishes laid out on the table. As they filled their plates with an assortment of savory treats and delectable desserts, Shubman couldn't shake the feeling of contentment that washed over him.

With Nila by his side, surrounded by loved ones and filled with anticipation for the celebration to come, he knew that this was where he was meant to be. And as they settled into their seats, ready to indulge in the feast before them, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and happiness that filled his life.

As they savored the delicious food and engaged in lively conversation with their family and friends, Shubman couldn't shake the feeling of contentment that washed over him. With each passing moment, he found himself more grateful for the love and joy that surrounded him, especially with Nila by his side.

As the afternoon wore on, the excitement in the air grew palpable as the time for the wedding ceremony drew near. Guests began to gather in the designated area, their chatter mingling with the soft strains of music playing in the background.

Shubman stole a glance at Nila, his heart swelling with pride as he admired her beauty. She looked radiant in her pink lehenga, her eyes sparkling with anticipation for the festivities ahead. 

He reached out to gently squeeze her hand, a silent reassurance of his love and support.

Nila smiled back at him, her eyes filled with affection as she returned the gesture. In that moment, everything else faded into the background as they shared a private exchange of love and understanding, their connection stronger than ever before.

As the wedding ceremony began, Shubman and Nila stood side by side, their hands entwined as they watched Manav and Jiya exchange their vows. It was a beautiful moment, filled with love and promise, and Shubman couldn't help but feel a sense of hope for the future.

As the newlyweds sealed their vows with a kiss, applause erupted from the crowd, filling the air with joyous celebration. Shubman turned to Nila, his heart overflowing with love for her.

"Here's to love, laughter, and happily ever afters," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.

Nila smiled, her eyes shining with emotion as she leaned in to press a tender kiss to his lips. "To us," she replied, her voice soft yet filled with conviction.

And as they joined the rest of the guests in raising a toast to the newlyweds, Shubman couldn't shake the feeling that their own love story was just beginning—a journey filled with endless possibilities and boundless love, with Nila by his side every step of the way.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

shubmangill has posted!!

liked by ishankishan, shreyasiyer, nilarao, virat.kohli., anushkasharma,athiyashetty, kl_rahul, rohitshram45, ritsdeh, and 130583204 more

stunning ? no. goddess @nilarao

5019484038 comments

nilarao BYE

ishankishan I WAS NOT INVITED FU
                       ....

username1 HOLYHJSBJBEFJF

username2 OMGOMGOMG

username3 what is that outfit
           shreyasiyer96 something which you can never pull off

shreyasiyer96 has blocked username3! 

anushkasharma mommy? MOMMY
              virat.kohli. 😭😭😭😭

athiashetty I MISS NILA SM

show more comments

'

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

soups rants!!

the fifth chapter has arrived!

this chapter was so hot 

like man loves to kiss her

so do comment on how this chapter was

but anyway

hope y'all enjoyed it!

- yours truly, supraja