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A Few Months Later... (Sorry for the massive time skip, doston! Life was running faster than Shubman’s cover drive.)
Between hospital shifts and international matches, Shub and I barely got to see each other. The only time we did meet was for a few fleeting hours during the New Year’s party—after that little date you all remember. Uske baad? Poof. Back to the madness.
Hospital Cafeteria Akanksha’s POV
I sat in the hospital cafeteria, my scrubs slightly creased, hair tied in the world’s laziest bun, sipping coffee that tasted like betrayal. Around me sat my partners-in-chaos: Sam, Tapu, Atharva, and Suyash.
> Aku: “So, Atharva, how did the surgery go?” (He’s our in-house cardio-hero, btw.) Atharva (nodding): “Went well. Bypass clean, patient stable.” Sam (grinning): “Oye, guess what! I made a new skin cream—organic and lab-tested. Who wants to try?” Tapu: “Ab tu banayegi toh hum try toh karenge hi, meri twacha ka bharosa sirf tujhmein hai.” Suyash (checking watch): “Guys, break’s over. Let’s move. Rounds await.” Aku: “Haan haan, mujhe bhi ek delivery case handle karni hai.” Suyash: “Tum kar logi. You always do.” Tapu: “Chalo then. Back to the battlefield!”
Meanwhile… Somewhere on a Cricket Field Shubman was doing what he does best—hitting sixes and dodging fan chaos. Between practice, back-to-back series, and flights, he was booked and busy. But weekend aa raha tha. And weekend meant hope.
Akanksha’s POV – Later That Night Home. Finally. The kind of exhausted where even changing into pajamas feels like cardio. I dropped on my bed like a potato sack, pulled my phone out and typed:
> Aku (group chat): “GUYSSS. Let’s plan something for the weekend, please. I’m dying for a break!”
Group Chat: Operation Chill Mode > Tejas: “Oh YES! Pura week bas weekend ke liye zinda tha.” Vishnu: “Tujhe aur kaam hi kya hai, be.” Sam: “Yaar, I was trapped in the lab with mutant skin cells. I deserve this.” Tapu: “Mere bacchon ne mujhe mentally retire kara diya hai. I need peace.” Atharva: “Real talk—worst condition? Me, Suyash, Akanksha, and Sid.” Sid: “Don’t even ask. Architect + interior = brain fried.” Omkar: “Meanwhile, Tejas and I are just thriving.” Tejas: “True, bro. Hamari life sabse chilled hai.” Aku: “Okay enough rona-dhona. Assemble at Kohli Mansion with your overnight bags. NO excuses. NO flaking. BYE.”
> Everyone: “BYEEEEE 😤😤💃🏽🕺🏽”
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