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Chapter 1: The Slump

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In this story,Shubman Gill us already a star,stublished cricketer.Ishan Kishan is a random guy,who works at construction company and Big cricket fan.He loves watching cricket from stadium and the story starts from such a day where he went to watch a match.

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The cricket stadium buzzed with anticipation as Shubman Gill walked to the crease. However, the once-confident batsman had been in a slump, struggling to find his form for the past few matches. The pressure mounted with every poor performance, and the murmurs among fans grew louder.

As Shubman took his stance, the weight of the recent failures bore down on him. He could feel the eyes of the crowd, the expectations, and the disappointment lingering in the air.

Shubman thought: Come on, Shubman. You've done this a million times. Just focus on the ball.

The bowler charged in, delivering a bouncer that seemed to magnify the pressure. Shubman swung, but the bat met only air. A collective sigh echoed through the stadium.

From the stands, a fan shouted, "Shubman, you've got this!"

Shubman thought: Do I?

In that moment of doubt, a fan's face caught Shubman's eye in the stands.The fan grinned and gave an encouraging thumbs-up.

The next ball approached, and Shubman, battling self-doubt, connected with a hesitant stroke. The ball trickled away for a single. The crowd cheered, but Shubman knew a single wouldn't silence the growing skepticism.

Shubman thought: They're waiting for a comeback. Can I give it to them?

As each ball whizzed towards him, Shubman felt the weight of expectations intensify. The struggle was not just against the bowler; it was an internal battle to reclaim the confidence he once exuded.

The next delivery was a yorker, and Shubman managed to dig it out. A loud cheer erupted, and a glimmer of relief crossed Shubman's face.

Shubman thought: Maybe this is it. The turning point.

In a stunning turn of events, Shubman continued to pile on the runs. The stadium erupted when he reached a century, and on the big screen, the face of Ishan Kishan was displayed as the fan who had cheered him.

When Shubman returned in the dogout,everyone of his team congratulated him for his comeback.

The Team members couldn't resist teasing Shubman.Virat Kohli playfully remarked, "Shubman, found yourself a lucky charm, huh? We might need to hire that fan for the whole team."

Shubman, caught off guard, blushed but couldn't hide the satisfaction of breaking free from his slump. The banter continued in the dressing room, with each teammate adding their own playful remarks about that particular fan's newfound role as the team's lucky mascot.

Later that day,Shubman was staring at outside in team's bus.The bus had stopped because Rohit Sharma had forgotten something. From the window, Shubman watched the scene unfold.

It was that fan from the screen today, in a moment of sheer clumsiness, he tripped over his own feet,colliding with a complete strangers.In an attempt to steady himself, Ishan's hand, which was holding an ice cream cone, smeared its contents onto the stranger's pristine white t-shirt.

Ishan: "Oops! My bad. Let me help you with that."

Ishan fumbled with napkins, trying to wipe away the ice cream, but in the process, he managed to make the situation worse.

Stranger, now with a colorful ice cream stain: "Great job, mate. I was just looking for a new fashion statement"

Ishan, trying to salvage the situation: "Sorry about this, really. I didn't mean to create a walking canvas.I swear, I'm usually more coordinated. Today's just not my day."

Stranger, with a forced smile: "No worries.May be it was my day to get an ice cream makeover."

As this unfolded, Shubman and Surya, watching from the bus window, burst into laughter.

Surya: "Well, Shubman, your lucky charm got a bit unlucky today, didn't he?"

Shubman, still chuckling: "Looks like it, Surya. But hey, at least he's bringing entertainment off the field."

The bus continued its journey to the hotel, the laughter from the unexpected spectacle echoing among the teammates.

The next match was 2 days after the first match.The anticipation in the cricket stadium was palpable as Shubman Gill once again took to the crease. The echoes of his recent comeback century were still fresh in everyone's minds, and the pressure on him was immense.

As Shubman faced the bowler, the weight of past failures lingered, but determination gleamed in his eyes.

Shubman thought: Focus, Shubman. You've done it once; you can do it again.

The bowler delivered a challenging bouncer, but Shubman, seemingly in a different zone, confidently met it with a powerful swing. The ball raced to the boundary, signaling Shubman's intention.

From the stands, a familiar face among the crowd caught Shubman's attention. It was the same fan who had inadvertently become Shubman's lucky charm in the previous match. The big screen displayed his face, and a cheer erupted from the spectators.

Shubman, noticing the screen couldn't help but smile.

With every stroke, Shubman's confidence grew. The next delivery was a yorker, but Shubman skillfully maneuvered his bat, sending the ball flying. The crowd erupted into cheers, and the score steadily climbed.

As Shubman approached his century, the stadium buzzed with excitement.

He reached his hundred with a stylish boundary, and the entire stadium erupted in applause. On the big screen,that fan was once again displayed as the fan who had cheered Shubman to victory.

Shubman thought: "Does the cameraman have a crush on him or what?" An amused annoyance played on his face.

As Shubman walked off the field to a standing ovation, he couldn't help but glance towards the stands where that fan sat. However, amidst the sea of cheering fans, he couldn't pinpoint him.

In the dressing room, the banter resumed with a new flavor. The teammates couldn't resist teasing Shubman about his "number one fan" who seemed to be stealing the limelight.

Shubman, playing along but slightly annoyed, replied, "Yeah, it's like the cameraman is on a mission to feature him more than the match itself"

Rohit Sharma chimed in, "Shubman, you've got a fan following that a youngster only dream of. Maybe you should ask for a special segment - 'The Shubman Show' - during the next broadcast."

The dressing room erupted in laughter, with more teammates joining in on the light-hearted ribbing.

Shubman, a bit exasperated but smiling, retorted, "Alright, enough of the Shubman show. Let's focus on winning the match, and maybe the cameraman will find someone else to spotlight."

The teammates chuckled, and the banter gradually subsided as everyone turned their attention to the upcoming challenges on the field. However, little did they know that a twist awaited them in the next match.




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