Shubman Gill is an extraordinary cricketer, renowned for his exceptional skills on the field. Blessed with a supportive family and basking in the glow of well-earned fame, he enjoys a life of luxury and wealth. Despite all these accolades, there is...
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Shubman was on the field, practicing for the upcoming match against RCB. However, his mind kept drifting to thoughts of Sara, making it hard for him to focus.
Hardik noticed Shubman's distraction and walked over to him. "What's going on, partner?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.
Shubman sighed, putting down his bat. "I can't get Sara out of my head," he admitted, running a hand through his hair. "I saw her at the hotel, and then she was at the MI match. It's like she's everywhere, and it's driving me crazy."
Hardik nodded, understanding. "It's obvious you have feelings for her, partner. Maybe it's time to talk to her about it."
Shubman shook his head. "I don't even know if she feels the same way. And what if it messes things up between us? She's... special."
Hardik clapped a hand on Shubman's shoulder. "You'll never know unless you try. Life's too short to leave things unsaid. Besides, from what I've seen, she cares about you too."
Shubman looked thoughtful, his mind racing with Hardik's words. Before he could respond, the rest of the team joined them, signaling the end of their practice session.
As they walked off the field, Hardik kept glancing at Shubman, hoping his words had made an impact. Shubman, on the other hand, was lost in his thoughts, contemplating his next move.
That evening, after practice, Shubman sat in his hotel room, phone in hand. He opened Instagram and scrolled through Sara's profile, looking at the recent pictures she had posted. He stopped at the one with Ritika and her, reading the comments from their teammates.
Taking a deep breath, Shubman decided to send Sara a message: Hey, can we talk? There's something I need to tell you.
He hit send and waited, heart pounding, hoping for a positive response.
Shubman's phone buzzed with a notification. It was a message from Sara. He quickly opened it, his heart racing.
Sure, Shubman. I'd like that. When and where?
A wave of relief washed over him. He quickly typed back: How about the café near the stadium? Tomorrow afternoon?
Sara responded almost immediately: Sounds good. See you there.
The next day, Shubman arrived at the café early, his nerves getting the best of him. He sat at a table near the window, fidgeting with his phone while waiting for Sara. A few minutes later, she walked in, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on him. She smiled and waved, making her way over.
"Hey," she greeted, sitting down across from him. "What's up?"
Shubman took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. " Sara, I've been thinking a lot lately, especially after seeing you at the hotel and the match. I realized something important."
