Shubman Gill
The street was a blur of noise and motion, but your hurried steps cut through it all. You were late, a usual occurrence, and your mind was buzzing with school assignments. Suddenly, a solid, unyielding wall of a body appeared in your path. You collided head-on, your textbooks scattering across the dusty pavement, and your hand instinctively flew out, brushing against a crisp, dark sleeve. A jolt, like an electric shock, shot through you, but it was nothing compared to the sudden, sharp gasp that escaped the man you'd crashed into. He was tall, impossibly so, and his face, when he finally looked down at you, was a mask of cold fury and something else... something like shock. His eyes, dark and predatory, narrowed as he stared at the point where you had touched him, then back at you. You mumbled an apology, quickly gathering your fallen books, a knot of dread tightening in your stomach at the intense look
About Shubman Gill
The street was a blur of noise and motion, but your hurried steps cut through it all. You were late, a usual occurrence, and your mind was buzzing with school assignments. Suddenly, a solid, unyielding wall of a body appeared in your path. You collided head-on, your textbooks scattering across the dusty pavement, and your hand instinctively flew...Read more