The crisp Sydney air kissed their faces as Shubman and Apoorva strolled down the city's lively streets. 

The city was alive with energy—lights flashing from bars, the sound of laughter echoing through the streets, and people gathering in groups to ring in the new year.

Apoorva glanced at Shubman, feeling the electricity between them. The night had been perfect so far—flirty banter, effortless conversation, but there was a growing tension now. 

They were standing outside, walking along the water when the beat of sultry music hit them like a wave. 

The rhythmic pulse was unmistakable, drawing them in, a magnetic pull neither of them could ignore.

They exchanged a quick glance. Without saying a word, they both knew what they wanted to do.

"Well, I guess this night's not over," Shubman said with a smirk, leading the way toward the entrance of the club. 

His hand brushed against hers, sending a jolt through her body. 

He had that effect on her—effortless, seductive. The kind of presence that made everything else fade into the background.

As they stepped inside, the sultry beats of the song filled the air. The club was dark, the neon lights casting a sensual glow over the crowd. 

The energy was electric—people were dancing, moving their bodies in time with the music, sweat glistening on their skin as they lost themselves to the rhythm.

Apoorva felt the pulse of the music in her veins, an intoxicating combination of excitement and desire. 

She couldn't deny the pull between them. She wasn't sure what had gotten into her, but she was ready to let go, to embrace the wildness of the moment.

Before she could think twice, Shubman turned to her, his hand resting on the small of her back. "Dance with me, babe."

Apoorva looked up at him, her heart racing as his gaze locked onto hers. His eyes were intense, holding a silent promise that made her stomach flutter. 

She didn't say a word—she didn't need to. Without hesitation, she took his hand, letting him guide her to the middle of the dance floor.

The crowd parted around them as Shubman pulled her closer, the heat between them unmistakable. The music was slow, seductive, and the chemistry between them flared to life with every beat.

Apoorva's body instinctively moved to the rhythm, her hips swaying as her hands rested on his chest. 

Shubman slid his hand down her back, guiding her closer to him, their bodies pressed together in a way that made her pulse quicken.

"You feel that?" Shubman's voice was low, husky, as he leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "You feel how good we move together?"

Apoorva's eyes fluttered shut for a moment, the heat between them undeniable. "I feel it," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear as she spoke, the sultry music wrapping around them like a lover's embrace.

Their movements became more intense, their bodies grinding against each other in time with the slow, sensual beat. 

Shubman's hands were on her waist now, fingers pressing into the soft curve of her body. 

Apoorva could feel the tension building between them, the space between their lips narrowing, a kiss so close she could taste it.

Apoorva's hands moved up to his neck, pulling him down toward her, their lips mere inches apart. 

The air around them seemed to crackle with electricity, and she could feel the heat radiating from his body.

Shubman's lips ghosted over her ear as he whispered again. "You're fucking incredible, you know that?"

Apoorva couldn't stop the smile that tugged at her lips. She was lost in the rhythm, in the undeniable attraction that pulsed between them. 

Her body responded instinctively, her hands threading through his hair as she pulled him closer, their lips finally meeting in a kiss that was deep, passionate, and completely unrestrained.

The kiss was slow, seductive as if they were savouring every second, every stolen moment. 

Their tongues danced together in perfect harmony, matching the sultry beat of the music that enveloped them.

Shubman pulled away, just enough to look at her, his breath ragged. "Damn, you're making this impossible to think straight, you know that?"

Apoorva smirked, her lips swollen from their kiss. "Good. I don't want you thinking too much."

Her hands slid down his chest, feeling the hard muscles under his shirt as they continued to sway in time with the music. 

The night, the club, the crowd—they all faded into the background as she lost herself in the heat of the moment. 

All that mattered was the way they moved together, the way his hands touched her, the way his lips found hers again.

This wasn't just a dance—it was a confession. A shared secret that neither of them wanted to admit, but couldn't deny. It was dangerous, it was reckless, but damn, it felt good.

As the song reached its climax, they pulled away, both breathless, their bodies still humming with the intensity of the moment. 

Shubman's hand lingered on her waist, his thumb tracing lazy circles over the fabric of her top.

"You're trouble, aren't you?" he said, his voice a mixture of awe and desire.

Apoorva's lips curled into a playful smile. "Maybe. But you don't seem to mind."

Shubman chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving hers. "I'm starting to think I don't mind at all."

The music faded around them as the night continued to spin in its own wild rhythm. 

Neither of them knew where this would lead, but in that moment, nothing else mattered but the undeniable chemistry, the dance of temptation that had brought them together.

And neither of them was ready to stop yet.

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