One sunny afternoon, Shubman and Nila found themselves at the local grocery store, meandering through the aisles with a shared sense of domesticity that felt both comforting and intimate. They joked and laughed, picking out their favourite snacks and debating over which brand of pasta to buy.

"Are you sure you don't want to try the whole wheat pasta?" Nila asked, holding up a box with a teasing smile.

Shubman wrinkled his nose playfully. "I'd rather stick to the regular one. Whole wheat tastes like cardboard."

Nila laughed, placing the whole wheat pasta back on the shelf. "Fair enough. Regular it is."

"Wait you ate cardboard?" she asked making him laugh.

With their shopping cart filled with an assortment of groceries, they made their way to the checkout, chatting about their plans for the weekend and reminiscing about their favourite moments together.

After paying for their items, they stepped outside into the warm afternoon sun. Shubman carried the bags effortlessly, his free hand reaching out to take Nila's. They walked down the sidewalk, their fingers intertwined, the world around them bustling with life.

As they reached a quieter spot, Shubman suddenly stopped, turning to face Nila. He set the grocery bags down on the ground and pulled her closer, his eyes filled with warmth and affection.

"What are you doing?" Nila asked, a smile tugging at her lips as she looked up at him.

Shubman didn't answer immediately. Instead, he cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs gently caressing her cheeks. "I just wanted to do this," he murmured softly, leaning in to capture her lips in a tender kiss.

Nila's heart fluttered at the unexpected gesture, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in that moment of pure, unadulterated love.

The kiss was sweet and unhurried, a silent declaration of their feelings for each other. When they finally pulled apart, Shubman rested his forehead against hers, his eyes still closed as he savoured the closeness.

"You have no idea how much I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

Nila smiled, her heart swelling with affection for the man who had captured her heart so completely. "I think I have some idea," she replied softly, her fingers gently threading through his hair.

Shubman chuckled, his eyes opening to meet hers. "You're my everything, Nila."

"And you're mine," she whispered back, her voice trembling with the depth of her feelings.

They stood there for a moment longer, wrapped in each other's embrace, the world around them bustling with life yet feeling strangely distant. In that simple, stolen moment, they found solace in the love they shared, a love that made every ordinary day feel extraordinary.

With a final, lingering kiss, they pulled away, their hands still intertwined as they picked up the grocery bags and continued their walk home. 

Shubman glanced at his phone as it rang, recognizing Nila's number immediately. With a smile, he answered, expecting to hear her cheerful voice.

"Hey, baby, what's up?" Shubman greeted warmly, his voice filled with affection.

Nila's tone was slightly more urgent than usual. "Shubman, you won't believe what happened," she began, her voice tinged with both excitement and concern.

Shubman furrowed his brow, his heart rate picking up. "What is it?" he asked, a hint of worry creeping into his voice.

"Paparazzi caught us kissing on the sidewalk after we left the store," Nila explained quickly, her words tumbling out in a rush. "And now the photos are all over social media. It's everywhere!"

Shubman's eyes widened in surprise, his mind racing to process the information. He had grown accustomed to the public nature of their relationship, but this felt different somehow—more intimate, more exposed.

"Damn," he muttered under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "Did you see the photos?"

Nila hesitated for a moment before replying, "Yeah, I saw them."

Shubman couldn't help but chuckle softly, trying to lighten the mood. "So, did you print them out for our photo album?"

Nila laughed, the sound easing some of the tension that had built up. "No, I didn't," she replied with a teasing tone. "But seriously, Shubman, are you okay with this? It's going to be all over the news now."

Shubman took a deep breath, his mind racing with thoughts. "Hey, it's okay," he reassured her gently. "We knew this might happen. Our relationship is public, and people are interested. As long as we're okay, that's all that matters."

Nila sighed softly, her voice filled with gratitude. "I'm glad you feel that way," she murmured, her heart swelling with affection for him.

Shubman smiled, imagining her expression on the other end of the line. "Always," he replied softly. "I'll see you later, okay? Love you."

"Love you too," Nila responded warmly before they said their goodbyes and ended the call.

As Shubman returned to his practice, he couldn't shake the feeling of pride and contentment. 

When Shubman arrived home later that day, he found Nila sitting at their dining table, surrounded by notebooks and a laptop open to screenwriting software. Her brow was furrowed in concentration as she scribbled notes on a notepad, occasionally typing furiously on the keyboard.

He couldn't help but smile at the sight of her immersed in her work, her passion evident in every line she wrote. Dropping his keys on the counter, he walked over to her quietly, not wanting to disturb her focus.

Nila looked up from her script, a bright smile spreading across her face as she spotted Shubman. "Hey, you're home early," she greeted warmly, pushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"Yeah, practice ended sooner than expected," Shubman replied, leaning down to kiss her cheek. "What are you working on?"

Nila's eyes sparkled with excitement as she gestured to the scattered papers and laptop. "I'm polishing up the script for a new movie," she explained animatedly. "It's a romantic drama set against the backdrop of a bustling city."

Shubman leaned in closer, peering at the screen with interest. "Sounds intriguing," he commented, genuinely curious about her creative process.

Nila nodded eagerly, her fingers flying across the keyboard to make adjustments. "I'm trying to capture the essence of love—its complexities, its highs and lows," she elaborated, her voice filled with passion.

Shubman watched her in awe, marveling at her dedication and talent. "You're amazing, you know that?" he murmured softly, his heart swelling with pride for her achievements.

Nila blushed at the compliment, her gaze meeting his with gratitude. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with warmth.

They sat together in companionable silence, the only sound the soft click-clack of Nila's keyboard as she continued to work on her script. Shubman reached out to gently squeeze her hand, offering silent encouragement and support.

After a while, Nila leaned back in her chair, stretching her arms above her head. "I think I need a break," she announced with a satisfied smile, closing the laptop.

Shubman chuckled softly, pulling out a chair next to her. "Do you want to talk about it?" he offered, genuinely interested in her creative process.

Nila nodded, leaning into his touch as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "I'd love to," she replied warmly, her eyes shining with happiness.

And as they sat together, sharing stories and dreams, Shubman couldn't help but feel immensely grateful for the life they were building together. Nila's passion for storytelling was contagious, igniting a fire within him that only grew stronger with each passing day.

As the evening light filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow over their cozy living room, Shubman felt an irresistible urge to pull Nila into his arms. With a playful grin, he stood up and extended his hand towards her.

"Come on," he urged gently, his eyes twinkling with affection. "Let's have a dance."

Nila blinked in surprise, a soft laugh escaping her lips as she placed her hand in his. "Right now?" she teased, allowing herself to be drawn closer to him.

Shubman nodded, his smile widening. "Why not?" he replied, his voice filled with warmth. "We have the music of our hearts, don't we? And of course, your mother Taylor."

Nila couldn't help but laugh at his poetic gesture, feeling a rush of love for the man who always knew how to make her heart skip a beat. "Alright," she acquiesced, letting him lead her to the centre of the room.

With practised ease, Shubman pulled her close, his hands resting gently on her waist as they swayed to the imaginary rhythm of their love. The soft melody of a favourite song played in their minds, guiding their movements with a grace born from their deep connection.

Nila rested her head against his chest, closing her eyes to savour the moment. She could feel the steady beat of his heart, matching the rhythm of her own. "I love dancing with you," she murmured softly, her voice filled with contentment.

Shubman pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his embrace tightening ever so slightly. "I love dancing with you too," he whispered in reply, his voice low and intimate.

They moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies swaying gently to the silent music that resonated between them. Each step was a testament to their love—a dance of trust, intimacy, and unspoken promises.

As they danced, time seemed to stand still, enveloping them in a bubble of tranquillity and joy. The outside world faded away, leaving only the two of them, wrapped in the warmth of their shared embrace.

And in that simple, intimate moment, Shubman and Nila found solace in the beauty of their love—a love that transcended words and spoke volumes in the quiet moments they shared together.

soups rants!!

the ninth chapter has arrived!

i love them

they're so cute and chaotic

so do comment on how this chapter was

but anyway

hope y'all enjoyed it!

- yours truly, supraja