ready for it [ 𝐬. 𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐥 ]

4. udaipur and confessions

Nila's heart fluttered at the intimate gesture, her cheeks flushing with warmth as she melted into his embrace. Despite their agreement to fake date, the connection between them felt undeniably real in that moment, filling her with a sense of warmth and belonging.

Their lips parted, but the electricity between them lingered in the air, a silent acknowledgement of the unspoken bond that had formed between them. Shubman's gaze met hers, his eyes shining with sincerity as he whispered, "I'm glad you're here with me, Nila."

Nila smiled back at him, her heart swelling with affection. "Me too, Shubman," she replied softly, her voice filled with warmth as she snuggled closer to him in their seats.

As they settled in for the flight, the gentle hum of the plane surrounding them, Shubman and Nila knew that despite the complexities of their situation, they were in this together. 

As Nila drifted off to sleep beside him, Shubman couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration bubbling within him. He ran a hand through his hair, his brows furrowing in a mixture of confusion and irritation.

"Damn it," he muttered under his breath, his voice barely above a whisper as he wrestled with his thoughts. "This fake dating shit is driving me crazy."

He leaned back in his seat, his mind swirling with a whirlwind of emotions. On one hand, he knew he couldn't deny the growing feelings he had for Nila. But on the other hand, the pressure of their fake relationship weighed heavily on him, threatening to suffocate him with every passing moment.

"Just gotta keep up the act," he muttered to himself, his jaw clenched with determination. "For the sake of my family, for the sake of... everything."

But even as he tried to convince himself of the necessity of their charade, a part of him couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that gnawed at his conscience. He cared for Nila deeply, and the thought of deceiving her—of deceiving himself—left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Just then, he felt Nila shift beside him, her body instinctively snuggling closer to his. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she nestled against him, her warmth seeping into his skin and soothing the turmoil within him.

Shubman couldn't help but feel a pang of longing as he looked down at her sleeping form, her peaceful expression tugging at his heartstrings. Despite the complications of their situation, he couldn't deny the depth of his feelings for her.

"I love her," he whispered to himself, the words hanging heavy in the air as he stared down at her with a mixture of adoration and anguish. "God, I love her so much."

But as the plane hummed softly around them, Shubman knew that their journey was far from over. With a heavy heart and a mind filled with uncertainty, he wrapped his arms around Nila, pulling her close as he vowed to protect her, no matter the cost.

As the plane continued its steady course through the night sky, Shubman held Nila close, his thoughts consumed by the tumultuous whirlwind of emotions swirling within him. Despite the darkness pressing in around them, he found solace in the warmth of her presence, her steady breathing a comforting rhythm against his chest.

"I can't keep doing this," he murmured softly to himself, his voice barely audible over the drone of the plane's engines. "Pretending... lying... it's tearing me apart."

His fingers traced absent-minded patterns along Nila's arm, his touch gentle yet laden with the weight of his internal struggle. He knew he couldn't continue to deceive her, to deceive himself, yet the prospect of revealing the truth filled him with a sense of dread.