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Teeny bit of making out in the part below, can continue after the next divider.
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Shubman strolled across in his hotel room, while Aditi sat on his bed. And for the third time she said, "Man, Baith ja. Tujhe dekh mera sar ghoomne lagega."

She stood up and put the laptop off her lap. Standing in front of him, she held his shoulders and made him sit down. Sitting next to him, she held his hand, "Kya hua. Itna nervous kyu ho raha hai. I know kal finals hai and it's very pressuring, that everyone has high hopes on you guys." She spoke softly caressing his hands.

"Lekin faltu ka tension lekar kuch nahi hoga, Man." She got up and held his face, "Chal ab so ja." She pecked his head and urged him to go change his clothes.

Shubman came out in a black sweatpants, wearing nothing over his torso. Aditi laid on the bed while scrolling through her phone. She kept it aside on the bed side as Shubman pulled the comforter over him.

He kept silent the whole time. He hugged her and kissed the corner of her lip. Moving sideways to a better position she gave him access to her lips. Running her hand through his hair, the other supporting her weight on the bed.

Aditi lightly scratched on the back of his head, where the trimmed hair of his were, she let him bit her lower lip. It gave both of them goosebumps.

Given the cold atmosphere, the urge to dwell into each other's warmth increased. Shubman hovered over her, with his bulky body.

Detaching his lips from hers, he nibbled, kissed, sucked on her neck, making her lose breath and shudder beneath him. "Fuck." She whispered, before she moaned out loud she palmed her mouth, muffling it tight.

As Shubman's hand found its way underneath the delicate fabric of her T-shirt, Aditi shivered by the touch of his cold fingers on her waist.

Before things got heated, Aditi got his face off her body, "I think we should sleep." He smiled at her flused face and pecked her lips. Spooning her in a warm cuddle, Shubman closed his eyes and they drifted off.

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It was finally the big day. The cool air carried the enthusiasm of the Indians. Team India geared up to play the last match of the world cup against Australia. Aditi, anxiously watched the match.

The atmosphere was tense, emotions were high, and the outcome of the match held the dreams of a nation. Aditi, though maintaining her composure, felt a mix of nerves and excitement as she observed Shubman and Rohit tackle the formidable Australian bowling attack.

As the match went on, the intensity heightened. Shubman got out at just 4 runs, Aditi could sense his despondence. Team India's disheartened silence, was in fraction of seconds turned into cheers of hope when Virat entered the field.

However, despite all the efforts of the Indian team, the match didn't swing in their favor. The disappointment in the stadium mirrored the sentiments of fans worldwide. As the Australian played gained the final run, marking India's loss, a wave of silence engulfed the crowd.

Merely few Australian spectators, cheered for their country's victory. The stadium began to lose the audience. Hardik silently stood up and went past his sister to the dressing room. Aditi was accompanied by Shahneel and Garima. She thought of letting Shubman have his space before going to him. Hence she decided to meet him later in the hotel.

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Knocking on the door of Shubman's room, Aditi waited for a while before he unlocked it. She opened the door by herself and again locked it behind her. She looked at his dejected self, keeping himself occupied with packing his luggage.

"Man," Aditi said softly, wrapping her arms around him from behind. He stood stiff, not wanting to look at Aditi's saddened face. He felt like a loser and concluded, she might not stay with one like him.

She turned him around, took the jacket from his hand and kept it on the bag. She made hints sit on the bed while taking a seat beside him. She cupped his face, making him look up at her.

His eyes reflecting a mix of frustration and sadness. He must've cried a lot, as his eyes were puffed and red. "Khana khaya?" She asked while caressing his clean shaven cheeks.

Sighing as no answer came from him, she rang the room service and ordered his favorite, butter chicken and laccha paratha for two. "I'm proud of you, Man. Everyone is." She embraced him in a tight hug, which he after hesitation welcomed. He held her tight and hid his face in the nape of her neck.

" Jitna rona hai, frustration nikalna hai, do it now. Baad mai, mu latkake nahi ghumna." She kissed his head. "I don like it, when you're sad." Her voice came out as a whisper.

After listening to him vent his feelings out, with few tears shredded, Aditi lay with him lying on her stomach. They received their dinner and Shubman refused to eat it. "Man, khana kha le. Ye chicken ne kya bigada tera." She fed him a morsel of the food.

Looking at her comforting smile, he couldn't resist the bit she offered. Aditi fed the food to herself and her man child. After having food, Shubman's mood lightened up and he didn't sulk much. Him and Aditi cuddled on the bed while she traced along the tattoo on his chest.

"Shub, you know that cricket is unpredictable, and winning or losing doesn't define your journey." She reminded him.

Aditi leaned in, whispering words of encouragement. "Take your time to feel this, Man. Lekin jo ho gaya uspe sock kar kuch nahi hog. Jo galti hui, use improve karo. " Cuddling in silence, exertion took them over, and they slept.

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