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The golden morning light filtered through the windows of the team’s luxurious hotel in Dubai . India had just won the Champions Trophy 2025, and the entire squad was still basking in the afterglow of their glorious victory.
Akanksha , however, had a completely different reason for her flushed cheeks.
Last night with Shubman had been… something else. The warmth of his touch, the way he whispered her name—it all lingered in her mind. But this morning was a new challenge altogether.
Dressed in a white shirt and denim jeans, she stepped into the breakfast hall where her bhaiya Virat Kohli, bhabhi Anushka Sharma, Rohit Sharma, and Ritika Sajdeh were already seated with the rest of the team.
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As she greeted everyone and took a seat, she felt a sharp gaze on her.
Virat, stirring his black coffee, was eyeing her with suspicion. Virat:“Tu theek hai na? Aaj bohot late uthi.”
Akanksha let out a nervous chuckle. Akanksha:“Haan bhaiya, kal raat thodi thak gayi thi isliye, me party se bhi jaldi chali gyi thi..”
Hardik Pandya smirked from across the table. Hardik:Thak toh sab gaye the, par kisi-kisi ka recovery time zyada lagta hai, hai na?”
Akanksha almost choked on her orange juice.
Just then, Rishabh Pant, ever the mischief-maker, leaned in. Rishab:“Waise, Shubman ab tak aaya nahi?”
Akanksha’s heart skipped a beat. Calm down, don’t react!
Rohit, finishing a bite of his toast, raised a brow. Rohit:“Haan, kal raat kaafi jaldi gayab ho gya tha woh.”
Arshdeep, never one to miss a chance, added with a knowing grin, Arshdeep:“Aur Akanksha bhi na?”
