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Akanksha adjusted her spects and tugged at the brim of her baseball cap as she slipped into the cozy, vine-covered café with shubman *The Hidden Bean*

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Akanksha adjusted her spects and tugged at the brim of her baseball cap as she slipped into the cozy, vine-covered café with shubman *The Hidden Bean*. It was their spot, a place far from prying eyes and buzzing media. 

"Lagta hai tumhe coffee se pehle mujhe dekhna zaroori hai?"he teased,

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"Lagta hai tumhe coffee se pehle mujhe dekhna zaroori hai?"he teased,

Akanksha rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. "Agar main late hui, toh iska matlab yeh nahi ki tum coffee peeke mood kharab kar lo." 

They settled in, the low hum of acoustic music and the smell of freshly baked croissants wrapping around them. For once, they weren’t *Virat Kohli’s sister* or *the star cricketer*—just two people enjoying stolen moments away from the chaos. 

 

Shubman stirred his coffee absentmindedly. "Tumhare bhaiya ko pata hai ki tum yahan ho?"

Akanksha smirked. "Nahi. Aur agar pata chala toh woh tumhe next match mein bouncer se head pe maarenge."

"Woh toh karte hi hain,"Shubman laughed,"lekin tumhari wajah se? Worth it."

She kicked him lightly under the table, but her cheeks turned pink. They talked about everything—cricket, her work , even the ridiculous fan theories about their relationship. 

"Twitter pe log bol rahe hain ki hum secret shaadi kar chuke hain,"Akanksha groaned.

Shubman nearly choked on his coffee
"Kya? Abhi tak honeymoon plan bhi nahi kiya!"

"SHUBMAN!"she hissed, throwing a sugar packet at him as he dissolved into laughter.* 

As they left the café, the streetlights flickered to life. Shubman reached for her hand, lacing their fingers together.
"Chalo"

But fate had other plans. 

"Oh my god ,Seriouslyyy"

Akanksha froze. That voice—familiar, annoyed, and utterly unimpressed. 

Ritika Sajdeh  stood a few feet away, arms crossed, one eyebrow arched. "So *this* is where you disappear every weekend?"

Shubman’s grip tightened instinctively. "Ritika bhabi , please—"

𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 | 𝖲𝗁𝗎𝖻𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖦𝗂𝗅𝗅 ★Donde viven las historias. Descúbrelo ahora