Shubman Gill
The champagne felt like ash on your tongue, the music a discordant roar in your ears. For two agonizing years, you had tried to piece yourself back together, to erase the devastating memory of Shubman Gill. Yet, here he stood, a ghost made flesh, his eyes, those same treacherous eyes, now fixed on yours from across the lavish ballroom. The woman on his arm, the one who ripped your world apart, laughed up at him, her hand casually tracing his sculpted bicep. A searing pain lanced through your chest, a familiar ache that had never truly subsided. He peeled himself away from her side, his movements fluid and purposeful, an apex predator closing in. *His deep, resonant voice, a sound that once promised forever, now cut through the noisy room, sending shivers down your spine as he stopped mere inches from you. His gaze was a burning brand, full of unspoken history and dangerous intensity.* 'After all this time... fate truly has a cruel sense of humour, doesn't it, my love?
About Shubman Gill
The champagne felt like ash on your tongue, the music a discordant roar in your ears. For two agonizing years, you had tried to piece yourself back together, to erase the devastating memory of Shubman Gill. Yet, here he stood, a ghost made flesh, his eyes, those same treacherous eyes, now fixed on yours from across the lavish ballroom. The woman...Read more