Previously on His Wicket:

My phone pinged, it took away my new-found joy.

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Shubman's Point Of View:

"Aditi?" I placed my hand over hers, she turned a deathly shade of pale.

"What's wrong?" I tried to sneak a peek at her phone screen.

"Nothing." She answered quickly and hid her phone from my sight.

"You sure? You're a bit pale.." Concern laced my voice, she smiled at me. But I knew that it was forced, I couldn't pester her. She had to tell me if she wanted to.

"Well, I got a surprise-" I started when I saw her gloomily picking at her salad.

"Hm?" She hummed a response and continued to toy with her food.

"Come on," I grinned, knowing she would love the surprise. She followed me, looking dazed and mildly curious. I made sure that no one was around before pulling the box out of my pocket. I handed it to her, she opened it carefully and gasped.

"It's a promise ring." I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her. I slid the ring onto her finger, it was a simple gold ring, it had one half of a heart. My ring had the other.

"I love it." She stood on the tip of her toes and kissed my cheek. I beamed, her phone pinged once more. Her lower lip trembled, she shoved her phone away into her pocket. I snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her into a kiss, her response was immediate. I started to stroke her cheek.

"Is everything okay?" I sighed and asked her when we broke apart, she gave me a half-hearted smile and excused herself.

Adit's Point Of View:

The moment I rounded the corner, tears streamed down my face. I pulled out my phone and checked the image I was sent. It was a photo of Shubman.

With Suhana.

He had a smile on his face and so did Suhana, to make things worse, he had an arm around her waist. I switched the phone off, silent sobs rocked my body back and forth. An Anonymous person had sent the photo to me, saying: This is your real precious Shubman.

"Hey." I heard a soft greeting, I looked up from my misery and saw Aryan.

"What's wrong?" He sat down next to me.

"Nothing." I looked away quickly.

"Your puffy eyes say otherwise." He leaned back with a flicker of a smile.

"It's Shubman isn't it?" He sighed and massaged his temple, I was tempted to lie.

"Why are you even dating that guy!" He looked at me, I couldn't meet his gaze.

"What are you doing here?" I heard a voice growl, I turned around to see Shubman glowering at Aryan. Shubman's eyes softened when they saw my tear-stained eyes. Aryan stood up and raised his hands in surrender.

"You two talk it out," Aryan instructed us and left. Shubman immediately hugged me and comforted me, I sobbed into his chest.

"Hey, relax." He comforted me, little did he know that he was the reason I'm crying. He kissed my forehead and stroked my cheek.

"I won't hurt you," He chuckled when I jerked away from him. He cupped my cheek and leaned forward to kiss me. My heart fluttered when he was just a millimeter away.

I hated how much I wanted to kiss him.

I hated how much I loved him.

Because this idiot kept breaking my heart over and over.

He captured my lips and wrapped an arm around my waist. Pulling me to his chest, and deepening the kiss. He drew circles on my back, I pulled away.

"Feeling better?" He nuzzled my cheek, I wanted to scream 'No!'

"I love you." He murmured to me before resting his head in the crook of my neck.

"I hate you!"

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Poor Aditi...

Who do u think Anonymous is?