As soon as the cricketers were at airport gate,journalists were questioning all the team members.

Shubman, with a glint of satisfaction, responded to the journalist's queries with ease. The world felt right, until he caught sight of a moment that sent ripples through his carefully crafted equilibrium.

Shubman saw the whole proposal chaos.

Shubman's mood suddenly darkened, clouds of an unknown feelings casting shadows over the good mood that once prevailed.

As the journalist continued probing, Shubman's responses turned curt. The radiant morning had morphed into a gloomy afternoon of conflicting emotions. Shubman's gaze lingered on Ishan and Sid, who were engrossed in conversation, oblivious to the tempest Shubman was weathering.

What does Ishan see in that guy?And why does this proposal bother me so much?-thought Shubman internally.

Unable to contain the rising tide of emotions, Shubman excused himself from the journalist's persistent questions. His strides, once confident, now carried the weight of unspoken jealousy and the fear of losing something Shubman doesn't even have at the first place.

As Shubman retreated to his car, teammates sensed the shift. The radiant cricketer they knew had transformed into a man burdened by unspoken turmoil.

Teammate 1: "What happened to Shubman? He was in such a good mood."

Teammate 2: "Maybe the journalist got under his skin. He seemed pretty bothered."

Little did they know that the journalist's questions were mere triggers. The true catalyst for Shubman's change in demeanor lay in the unexpected proposal that threatened to rewrite the script of the newfound lovestory.

While Shubman grappled with his inner turmoil, Ishan, engrossed in Sid's proposal, remained unaware of the storm brewing in his Shubman's heart.

Ishan, taken aback, said, "Sid, this is unexpected. Let's take it slow, get to know each other better first. We'll see where it goes."

Sid, with a warm smile, replied, "I understand, Ishan. I like you, but I'm not expecting you to be in love with me right away. Let's enjoy the journey and see what is ahead"

After returning home, Ishan, texted Shubman on Instagram. However, to his surprise, no response came.He waited for a day.Still no response but he was posting on Instagram. Perplexed, he sent another message, but the result was the same – silence from Shubman.

Ishan couldn't understand it. Shubman had been friendly on the plane, and he had made sure Ishan unblocked him. Something felt amiss.

Feeling a bit uneasy, Ishan decided to share his concerns with Avi and Dev, his close friends. They gathered at Ishan's place, and Ishan recounted the events since the project time to the airport proposal.

Avi, raising an eyebrow, remarked, "So, Shubman saw the whole proposal drama at the airport?"

Ishan nodded, "Yeah, he was there. Sid made quite a scene."

Dev chimed in, "Strange. Shubman was friendly on the plane, and he himself ensured you unblocked him. Why the sudden silence?"

Avi, known for his straightforwardness, commented, "If Shubman wasn't a celebrity, I'd say he sounds jealous. But let's not jump to that conclusions as he has a rumored girlfriend Sheela. There might be something else going on."

Ishan, feeling a mix of confusion and disappointment, sighed, "I just don't get it. We were getting around."

Dev, always the optimist, added, "Maybe he's just caught up with something. Give it some time; he might come around."

Ishan nodded, but the unanswered messages lingered in his mind, leaving a trail of uncertainty.

As for Shubman,he saw those text from ishan.But he was angry on him so he didn’t reply.Don't ask him why,he doesn’t know.

In the midst of this silent tension, a casual date unfolded. Ishan and Sid, decided to go on a casual dinner date together.

Meanwhile, Shubman, accompanied by his sister and Sheela, coincidentally found themselves at the same venue. As Ishan and Sid indulged in laughter and shared moments, Shubman, sitting across their table, struggled to hide his irritation.

Sheela, noticing Shubman's distracted demeanor, decided to take advantage of the situation. Leaning in, she whispered, "Shubman, why are you so serious? Enjoy the view.You are sitting opposite of most beautiful girl."

Shubman's eye found Ishan again."Most beautiful,yes"-Shubman answered absentmindedly.

Sheela, seizing the opportunity, continued her flirtatious banter. "You know, Shubman, you seem lost today. Let me cheer you up."

Playing along with Sheela's advances, Shubman tugged a strand of her hair behind her ear. The atmosphere became charged with an unspoken rivalry, as if each gesture was a move in a silent chess game.

Across the room, Ishan couldn't ignore the growing jealousy he was feeling for Sheela and Shubman. Determined not to be outdone, he engaged in subtle romantic gestures with Sid. Laughter, shared glances, and gentle touches became his chosen instruments to convey a message, not to Sid but to Shubman.

The night unfolded in a dance of unspoken tensions. Sheela, reveling in the attention, continued her advances on Shubman. He, in turn, played along, feeding into the competition that was intensifying between the two people,Shubman and Ishan.

Ishan, feeling the pangs of jealousy, mirrored Shubman's actions. The evening turned into a spectacle of romantic battleship, a silent battle for dominance.

Shubman's sister,seeing Ishan asked his brother, teased, "Shubman,Isn't that the boy you were shipping with?Your lucky charm?looks like someone is trying to steal the spotlight from you."

Shubman, casting a glance at Ishan and Sid again, retorted, "I couldn't care less."

Sheela interupted,"He just wanted a easy fame,di.You bet he might pay some of those page."

Shubman, feeling a twinge of irritation at Sheela's remark, quickly defended Ishan. "Sheela, there's no need to be rude. Ishan is not like that, and you shouldn't make assumptions. He's a genuine person."

Sheela, undeterred, chuckled dismissively, "Well, suit yourself.But mark my words, people like him always have an agenda.Give them some attention and they will follow you like a puppy."

Shubman, maintaining a stern expression, warned Sheela, "I won't tolerate baseless judgments about my fan Sheela. Be careful with your words."

Shubman's sister, noticing the tension, prodded further, "Shubman, you seem distracted. Is everything okay?"

Shubman, evading a direct response, replied, "Just enjoying the evening, sis."

Sheela, seizing the opportunity, leaned in, "Shubman, let's dance. It might lighten the mood."

As they hit the dance floor, the atmosphere between Shubman and Sheela became more charged. Sheela, reveling in the spotlight, moved with grace, attempting to captivate Shubman's attention fully.

Meanwhile, Ishan and Sid, watching from their table, decided to join the dance floor as well. The night was turning into a silent battle of romantic displays.

Ishan, dancing with Sid, exchanged glances with Shubman. Each step on the dance floor was a move in their intricate dance of unspoken rivalry. Sid, sensing the tension, whispered to Ishan, "Is everything okay?"

Ishan, trying to keep things light, replied, "Yes,Obviously, enjoying the dance, Sid. No worries."

As the night on the dance floor continued, Sheela, with a sultry smile, leaned in closer to Shubman. "Shubman, this dance floor is great, but I bet your home is even better. Why don't you take me there?"

Shubman, feeling the weight of her suggestive remarks,replied, "Well, Sheela, my home is not a party place. It's a sanctuary. You sure you can handle it?"

Sheela, with a playful glint in her eye, responded, "I can handle anything, Shubman. Just show me the way."

Ishan, dancing in close proximity and overhearing the conversation, abruptly turned away with a jealous expression. The rhythm of the music couldn't drown the echoes of his jealousy.

Shubman, sensing Ishan's reaction and with his own surge of jealousy, decided to take a playful jab. "You know what, Sheela? I've changed my mind. Let's go to my place instead."

"I am gonna show you some good time"-Shubman said pulling Sheela closer, loud enough to make Ishan hear.

Ishan didn’t noticed,when he stopped dancing hearing this.