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31. No Kissing Policy Breaks.

✨ CHAPTER THIRTY ONE ✨

Mrunmayee enveloped Shubman in a warm hug, her arms wrapping around him tightly.

"All the best, play your heart out," she whispered, her words filled with genuine encouragement.

Shubman leaned down, pressing a tender kiss on the top of her head. "Why aren't you coming with me?" he asked softly, his voice laced with a hint of disappointment.

A playful smirk danced on Mrunmayee's lips as she gently pulled away from the embrace.

"I've got work to do, Shubman," she replied, her tone affectionate yet firm. "After all, I'm your manager, Mr. Cricket Star," she added with a playful wink.

Shubman chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Alright, alright, I get it," he conceded with a grin. "But you know I'll miss you out there," he admitted, his eyes softening as he looked at her.

Mrunmayee flashed him a reassuring smile. "I know you'll do amazing. Now go on, everyone's waiting for you at the reception," she said, giving him a gentle push towards the door.

With one last lingering glance, Shubman headed off, his heart feeling lighter knowing that Mrunmayee was cheering him on from the sidelines.

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Mrunmayee sat in her hotel room, her attention divided between her laptop screen and the television broadcasting the match, she found herself silently praying for Shubman's success.

"Come on, Shubman, you can do it," she murmured, her fingers crossed in anticipation.

With each play, her anxiety grew, her hopes riding on every shot Shubman took.

"Please, God, just let him score a half-century. Though, a century wouldn't hurt either," she whispered, her tone hopeful yet tinged with nervousness.

As the match unfolded before her eyes, Mrunmayee couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and excitement with every successful move Shubman made.

"That's it, Shubman, keep going," she encouraged, her eyes glued to the screen as she silently cheered him on.

As the match progressed, Shubman's determination became evident with each stroke of the bat.

With each run added to his score, the tension in the air grew palpable, both on the field and in Mrunmayee's hotel room.

As he neared the coveted century mark, Mrunmayee's heart raced with anticipation.

"Come on, Shubman, just a few more runs," she urged, her eyes glued to the screen, her fingers nervously tapping on the armrest of the chair.

Finally, the moment arrived. Shubman reached his century, his bat raised triumphantly in the air as the stadium erupted in cheers.

"Yes! You did it, Shubman!" Mrunmayee exclaimed, a wide grin spreading across her face as she clapped enthusiastically.

The relief and peace on Shubman's face were evident even through the television screen.

His century wasn't just a milestone; it was a testament to his resilience and determination to overcome the challenges he had faced.

As the commentators lauded his performance, Mrunmayee couldn't help but feel a surge of pride swell within her.

"That's my man," she said softly, her eyes shining with admiration as she watched Shubman bask in the glory of his achievement.

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