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One day, as Shubman continued his recovery in the hospital room, he and Supraja found themselves engrossed in conversation. The atmosphere was calm and comfortable, filled with the familiar camaraderie they had developed over their time together.

Supraja was seated by Shubman's bedside, flipping through a magazine to keep herself occupied while he rested. They talked about everything from cricket strategies to their shared love for travel and photography. 

The light banter and genuine connection between them eased the tension that often lingered in hospital rooms.

At one point, as they were discussing a particularly funny incident from a past team outing, Shubman felt an overwhelming surge of gratitude and affection towards Supraja. 

Without thinking too much, he leaned forward and gently kissed her on the cheek.

Supraja, taken aback but pleasantly surprised, looked at him with wide eyes. "Shubman..."

He smiled softly, his cheeks tinged with a hint of pink. "Sorry, I just... I wanted to thank you. For everything."

Supraja's initial surprise melted into a warm smile. "You don't have to thank me, Shubman. I'm here because I care about you and the team."

Shubman nodded, his gaze earnest. "I know, and I appreciate it more than words can say."

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the air between them filled with unspoken understanding and a newfound closeness. 

It was a moment of vulnerability and honesty, a reflection of the bond that had grown between them during challenging times.

Supraja reached out and gently squeezed Shubman's hand. "We're a team, Shubman. Through thick and thin."

Shubman nodded, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. "Yeah, we are. And I'm lucky to have you on my team."

On the day of the highly anticipated India vs Pakistan match, the atmosphere in the stadium was electric. Fans filled every seat, waving flags, and chanting enthusiastically. The buzz of excitement and anticipation was palpable as the players warmed up on the field, preparing for one of cricket's most intense rivalries.

Shubman, having been discharged from the hospital just the previous morning after his battle with dengue fever, stood among his teammates on the field. His recovery had been swift, thanks to the attentive care of the medical staff and the unwavering support of his friends and teammates.

Supraja, seated in the stands with the team's support staff, watched with a proud smile as Shubman participated in the warm-up drills. She knew how much this match meant to him and to the entire nation. The rivalry between India and Pakistan was legendary, and every player felt the weight of expectation on their shoulders.

As the match began, Shubman took his position on the field, his focus sharp and his determination unwavering. The roar of the crowd fueled his adrenaline, and he was determined to make a meaningful contribution to the team's success.

Throughout the match, Shubman displayed his trademark elegance and skill, showcasing his ability to manoeuvre the ball with finesse. He played with confidence, executing crisp strokes and running between the wickets with precision.

Supraja, capturing every moment from her position in the stands, couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as she watched Shubman's performance unfold. 

She knew the obstacles he had overcome, both physically and emotionally, and seeing him thrive on the field filled her with joy.

As the match drew to a close, with India securing a decisive victory over Pakistan, the stadium erupted in jubilation. Players congratulated each other, acknowledging the hard-fought battle they had just won.

Shubman, surrounded by his teammates, exchanged high-fives and hugs, his smile radiant with satisfaction. 

He glanced towards the stands, where Supraja stood cheering with the rest of the support staff. Their eyes met briefly, and he nodded gratefully, silently thanking her for her unwavering support throughout his journey.

Later that evening, amidst the celebrations and post-match rituals, Shubman found a moment alone with Supraja. They stood on the quiet outskirts of the stadium, away from the bustling crowds and flashing cameras.

"I couldn't have done it without you," Shubman said earnestly, his voice filled with gratitude.

Supraja smiled warmly, her eyes reflecting the pride she felt. "You did all the hard work, Shubman. I just believed in you."

Shubman reached out and took her hand gently. "Thank you for being there for me. For believing in me."

Supraja squeezed his hand in return. "Always, Shubman. Always."

The victory over Pakistan had ignited a celebratory atmosphere among the Indian cricket team. As they made their way back to the dressing room after the match, the players were buzzing with excitement and camaraderie. Hardik Pandya, known for his exuberance, couldn't contain his enthusiasm.

"Party time, boys! And Supraja, you're coming too," Hardik exclaimed, his voice carrying through the corridor.

Supraja hesitated for a moment, glancing at the team with a mixture of surprise and amusement. 

She had been a part of the team's journey, capturing moments behind the scenes, but being invited to join their celebration felt like a new level of inclusion.

Virat Kohli grinned, clapping Hardik on the back. "Of course, she's part of the team. You're coming with us, Supraja."

Shubman, still riding the high of his comeback match, smiled warmly at Supraja. "You've got to celebrate with us. It's not gonna be the same without you."

Supraja chuckled, feeling touched by their insistence. "Alright, alright. I'll come."

As they reached their hotel, the players dispersed to their rooms to change for the evening. Shubman opted for a bold choice, donning a deep red satin shirt that complemented his dark trousers perfectly. He added a touch of casual flair with black loafers, aiming for a stylish yet relaxed look.

Supraja, meanwhile, chose a chic ensemble for the occasion. She wore a fitted black top, sleeveless with collar, paired with maroon trousers that accentuated her slender frame. 

Her choice of black Converse sneakers offered comfort without sacrificing style, ready to move freely between capturing moments and enjoying the celebration.

In the hotel lobby, the team gathered once more, their outfits reflecting their individual styles and personalities. 

Rohit Sharma sported a classic navy blazer over a crisp white shirt with beige chinos. 

Hardik Pandya, true to his flamboyant nature, opted for a vibrant floral-print shirt and ripped jeans, completing his look with white sneakers.

Virat Kohli, the epitome of understated elegance, chose a simple black t-shirt paired with dark jeans and suede loafers. 

KL Rahul, always polished, wore a light blue button-down shirt tucked into tailored trousers, accessorized with a sleek watch. 

Suryakumar Yadav, known for his trendy fashion sense, rocked a stylish leather jacket over a graphic t-shirt and ripped denim jeans.

At the lively celebration following their victory over Pakistan, the hotel suite was buzzing with music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. Hardik Pandya had taken charge of the playlist, ensuring the beats were upbeat and the energy was high. The players mingled with friends, family, and the support staff, relishing the euphoria of their triumph.

In one corner of the room, Shubman found himself engrossed in conversation with Supraja. They stood near a window, away from the bustling crowd, talking animatedly about everything from cricket strategies to their favourite travel destinations.

Hardik, always the one to stir things up, glanced over and nudged Rohit Sharma playfully. "Look at Shubman and Supraja over there. Deep in conversation. Wonder what's cooking."

Rohit smirked, sipping on his drink. "Who knows? Maybe he's planning his next photo shoot with her."

Virat Kohli, standing nearby with KL Rahul, raised an eyebrow mischievously. "Or maybe he's finally taking her advice on fashion. Have you seen his shirts lately?"

KL Rahul chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Shubman's stepping up his game, for sure. Thanks to Supraja's impeccable taste. I mean, have you seen his red satin shirt tonight?"

 Ishan laughed, nodding in agreement. "Hey, it's a bold choice. He's rocking it."

Hardik, overhearing the conversation, sauntered over with a mischievous grin. "Oho, what's brewing here? Shubman, buddy, spilling your heart out to Supraja?"

Shubman glanced up, his cheeks tinted with a faint blush. "We were just... talking."

Supraja, enjoying the banter but keeping her cool, added with a smile, "He's telling me all about his winning strategies."

Hardik raised an eyebrow dramatically. "Ah, strategies, huh? Smooth, Shubman, smooth."

Meanwhile, KL Rahul, ever the peacemaker, tried to diffuse the situation. "Let them talk, Hardik. They're just catching up."

Suryakumar Yadav, always ready for a laugh, joined in with a playful wink. "Maybe Shubman's found a new coach in Supraja."

Shubman rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Come on, guys. We were just having a conversation."

Virat, sensing an opportunity to tease, leaned in closer. "Sure, just a conversation. I bet you were discussing Supraja's photography skills, right?"

Supraja chuckled, shaking her head. "Actually, we were discussing the latest Netflix series."

Hardik threw his hands up dramatically. "Netflix? In the middle of a victory party? Shubman, you're breaking my heart."

Shubman laughed, feeling grateful for the lighthearted teasing among friends. "Alright, alright, I confess. Supraja was giving me tips on how to pose for her next photoshoot."

Supraja raised an eyebrow playfully. "And he's a natural, clearly."

As the night progressed, the party moved to a more relaxed vibe in a private booth with plush lounge couches. Supraja found herself comfortably seated between Shubman and Ishan, surrounded by the rest of the team and support staff. The pulsing music now played at a background volume, allowing for easier conversation and laughter.

Shubman, feeling at ease in the company of his teammates and Supraja, had loosened the top button of his red satin shirt, revealing a glimpse of a casual pendant resting against his chest. 

He sat close to Supraja, one arm draped casually around her shoulder, their bodies leaning slightly towards each other as they engaged in conversation.

Ishan, sitting on Supraja's other side, leaned in teasingly. "Hey, lovebirds, save some conversation for the rest of us."

Supraja chuckled, playfully swatting Ishan's arm. "We're just catching up, Ishan. Don't be jealous."

Ishan raised an eyebrow, feigning offence. "Jealous? Never. Just making sure you're not missing out on the party."

Shubman joined in with a grin. "We're good, Ishan. You focus on enjoying yourself."

Around them, the rest of the team bantered and laughed, sharing anecdotes and reliving moments from the match. 

Hardik Pandya, always the entertainer, started a playful debate about the best cricket innings of all time, drawing enthusiastic responses from everyone.

Supraja, feeling comfortable in the warm atmosphere, idly played with Shubman's pendant, running her fingers over its smooth surface. "Where did you get this?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Shubman glanced down at the pendant, smiling at the memory. "It's something I picked up on a trip to the mountains. Reminds me of peaceful times."

Supraja nodded, her fingers lingering on the pendant. "It's nice. Simple, but meaningful."

Shubman looked at her warmly. "Just like this moment."

She met his gaze, her smile softening. "Yeah, it is."

Virat Kohli, catching the intimate exchange, nudged Rohit Sharma with a smirk. "Looks like Shubman's found a new lucky charm."

Rohit chuckled, raising his glass in a mock toast. "To lucky charms and winning matches."

As the night wore on, the private booth buzzed with laughter and animated conversations. Shubman and Supraja found themselves in a quiet corner, nestled comfortably together on the plush couch. Supraja leaned against Shubman, scrolling through her phone, occasionally showing him something that caught her interest.

Shubman, feeling relaxed and content, brushed a stray lock of hair away from Supraja's shoulder, his touch gentle and affectionate. He couldn't help but admire her, the soft glow of the ambient lighting casting a warm aura around them.

Supraja, engrossed in their conversation, leaned closer to Shubman, showing him a funny meme on her phone. 

Their heads were close, voices hushed as they shared a private moment amidst the lively atmosphere of the party.

Unbeknownst to them, the rest of the team had taken notice of their closeness. Hardik Pandya, always quick to notice such things, nudged Virat Kohli discreetly. "Hey, look at those two. Shubman's got game, huh?"

Virat smirked, watching them with amusement. "Seems like it. They're in their own little world."

Rohit Sharma, leaning back in his seat with a grin, added, "About time someone noticed Supraja's charm. Shubman's a lucky guy."

Meanwhile, Ishan and KL Rahul exchanged amused glances. "Think they'll notice us if we take a photo?" Ishan whispered, holding up his phone discreetly.

KL Rahul chuckled softly. "Let's find out."

Just as Ishan aimed his phone to snap a photo, Supraja turned slightly, causing her and Shubman to nearly brush their lips. 

The sudden proximity caught them both by surprise, their faces mere inches apart. In that split second, a camera flash went off, capturing the almost-kiss moment in all its accidental glory.

Shubman and Supraja pulled back slightly, blinking in the sudden brightness of the flash. Laughter erupted from the other side of the booth as the boys teased them good-naturedly.

Hardik, holding his phone aloft and laughing, exclaimed, "Gotcha! Best accidental click ever."

Supraja blushed, trying to stifle her laughter. "Oh my God, guys!"

Shubman chuckled, shaking his head in mock exasperation. "Seriously?"

Virat, still grinning, added, "You two almost broke the internet with that one."

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- SO YES THAT HAPPENED

- A GIRL CAN DREAM RIGHT?

- I CANT WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER HEHEHEH

- anyway comments on the chapter?

- love, supraja