The dawn had barely broken when Shubman, driven by a disciplined routine, found himself in the hotel's gym area. The space was dotted with other early risers, but their presence faded into the background as he focused on his workout. A blonde-haired girl approached him with a flirtatious smile, "Hey handsome," she greeted.

Shubman offered a polite, albeit distant, smile and continued his regimen. His phone's ringtone cut through the hum of the gym, prompting him to connect his AirPods. "Shubman Gill speaking," he answered, his voice steady despite the exertion.

A familiar voice came through, and he couldn't help but tease, "Neet, you need to tell me that it's you, right?" A pause, then an invitation, "I'm in the gym area if you want to come."

After the call, Shubman resumed his workout with renewed vigor. Twenty minutes later, fresh from the shower and clad in comfortable attire, he was deep in another conversation when he noticed the blonde-haired girl's gaze lingering on him.

It was then that Avneet made her entrance, her eyes narrowing slightly at the sight. With a swift move, she wrapped her arms around Shubman from behind, her hug a silent claim. Shubman's surprise melted into a warm smile as he turned to face her, "So, whom are you trying to make jealous?" he inquired with a playful raise of his eyebrow.

Avneet's response was quick and laced with mock indignation, "No one. I am not your girlfriend, okay?"

Their banter was interrupted by the practicalities of the day. "Fine, let's grab some breakfast. Then I have people to meet, and you need to prepare. Where's Shahneel Di?" Shubman asked, already leading the way to the restaurant.

"Shahneel Di is already there," Avneet replied, following him, leaving the blonde-haired girl to simmer in jealousy, her friend consoling, "Looks like he is taken."

In the restaurant, Shubman opted for a light meal of fruits, while Avneet and Shahneel indulged in a hearty breakfast. Mid-conversation, Avneet's phone buzzed with a message from the group chat, including her, Shahneel, and the show manager.

Shubman, ever the professional, inquired about their readiness for the upcoming promo shoot. Avneet confirmed Shahneel's dress was ready, but she still had to make her selection.

Curiosity piqued, Avneet asked about Shubman's own shoot. "Haan, with various celebrities," he confirmed, listing names like Robert Pattinson and Tom Felton, among others from different countries.

Avneet's eyes lit up with excitement, "Shub, I want to meet them."

"I'll try, Neet. Now go prepare for the promo shoot," Shubman encouraged, as they parted ways to attend to their respective commitments.

As Shubman walked away, his thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions stirred by Avneet's actions. 'What is she doing to me?' he wondered, grappling with the intensity of his feelings. 'Am I in love with her?'

Meanwhile, Avneet found herself equally distracted by thoughts of Shubman. 'Why did I feel jealous?' she pondered, questioning the depth of her feelings. 'Maybe I am in love with him?'

Lost in their thoughts, both Shubman and Avneet navigated the complexities of their emotions, their day unfolding amidst the backdrop of the bustling event preparations. As the hours slipped by, Shubman found himself by Avneet's side, offering support in the simplest of gestures—feeding her lunch as she worked tirelessly on her dress.

The realization of his presence caught Avneet off guard, her heart skipping a beat as she turned to find him next to her. "When did you come?" she asked, her voice a mix of surprise and delight.

"I've been here the whole time," Shubman replied, his tone gentle, a testament to the care he held for her.

With a soft smile, Avneet urged him to take a break, "Now you go and relax, I need to call Ishu."

Nodding, Shubman retreated to his room, seeking solace in the quiet of a movie, while Avneet, surrounded by fabric and sketches, reached out for advice from Ishan, her heart still fluttering from the day's encounters.

Avneet reached for her phone, her heart fluttering with a mix of anticipation and nerves. She dialed Ishan's number, her voice barely above a whisper, "Tū ātā mōkaḷā āhēsa kā?" hoping he'd be available to lend an ear. (Translation: You are free now?)

Ishan's voice, steady and reassuring, came through, "Hō, kā? Kāhī havaya kā?" His readiness to listen was a balm to her anxious thoughts. (Translation: Yes why? Do you want something?)

With a deep breath, Avneet poured out her heart, "Iśū, Shubman baddalacyā mājhyā bhāvanāmbaddala malā khūpa gōndhaḷa vāṭatō. Jēvhā jēvhā mulī tyālā tapāsatāta tēvhā malā hēvā vāṭatō. Jēvhā tō mājhyāsōbata vēḷa ghālavatō tēvhā malāhī viśēṣa vāṭatē." Her words were a tangled web of emotions, seeking clarity. (Translation: Ishu, I feel very confused about my feelings for Shubman. I feel jealous whenever girls check him out. I also feel special when he spends time with me.)

Ishan's response was gentle, yet filled with conviction, "Tara mājhyā priya mitrā, tū prēmāta āhēsa. Tulā Shubman āvaḍatō." His affirmation was like a lighthouse guiding her through the fog of uncertainty. (Translation: So my lovely best friend, you are in love. You love Shubman.)

A rosy blush crept up Avneet's cheeks as she considered the possibility, "Kharan̄ca? Maga tōhī mājhyāvara prēma karatō asē tulā vāṭatē kā?" The question hung in the air, heavy with hope. (Translation: Really? So do you think that he also loves me?)

Ishan's voice was confident, "Avneet, pratyēka gōṣṭīlā svataḥcā vēḷa dyā, tumhī lōka ādhīca cāṅgalē mitra āhāta āṇi nātēsambandhācā pahilā ṭappā ādhīca pūrṇa jhālā āhē. Shubman sud'dhā tujhyāvara prēma karatō yācī malā khātrī āhē." His words were a balm, soothing her restless heart. (Translation: Avneet give everything its own time, you guys are already best friends and the first stage to a relationship is already done. I have a guarantee that Shubman also loves you.)

With a newfound sense of peace, Avneet bid him farewell, "Ṭhīka āhē, mī yābaddala vicāra karēna. Kāḷajī ghyā nighatō." (Translation: Okay, I will think about it. Take care, bye.)

She ended the call, her heart whispering a truth it had known all along, "I love you Shubman." The words were a secret confession, one she wasn't quite ready to share with the world.

Meanwhile, Shubman, grappling with his own whirlwind of emotions, reached out to Ishan for guidance. "Free hai kya?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of desperation. (Translation: Are you free?"

Ishan, ever the pillar of support, replied, "Haan, free hoon. Kyu?" ready to help his friend navigate the stormy seas of love. (Translation: Yes, I am free why?)

Shubman's confession tumbled out, "Yaar, main Avneet ki baari bohot confused hoon. Jab bhi voh mera paas hoti hai na koi peace vaali feeling aata hai." It was a revelation, an admission of the tranquility Avneet brought into his life. (Translation: Yaar, I am so confused about my feelings about Avneet. Whenever she is near me I feel peaceful.)

Ishan, with the wisdom of a sage, encouraged him, "Fir jaao, aur propose karo." His advice was simple, yet it held the weight of a thousand truths. (Translation: Then go and propose her)

Shubman's hesitation was palpable, "Kya? Pagal ho gaya kya?" The idea of laying his heart bare was daunting. (Translation: What? Have you gone mad?)

But Ishan was unyielding, "Yaar, yeh sab hota hai jab tum pyaar par hoon and tum Avneet se bohot pyaar karte ho." (Translation: Yaar, these all happen when you are in love and you love Avneet and you love her so much.) His words were a gentle push, urging Shubman towards the leap of faith.

"What if she rejects me?" Shubman's fear was a shadow threatening to eclipse his resolve.

Ishan's guarantee was firm, "Arre, main guarentee deta hoon, ki voh reject nahin karegi." His confidence was the light dispelling Shubman's doubts. (Translation: I will give you guarentee that she won't reject you.)

With a nod, Shubman made a decision, "Accha theek hai, main usko Global Fashion Extravaganza ke baad propose karonga." (Translation: Okay fine, I will propose her after the Global Fashion Extravaganza) It was a promise to himself, a vow to embrace the future he yearned for.

As the night embraced him, Shubman whispered into the silence, "I love you Avneet," and with a smile gracing his lips, he surrendered to dreams filled with hope and love.