As the snowflakes danced whimsically in the Manali sky, casting a serene glow over the quaint town, a group of friends, wrapped in the warmth of their camaraderie and winter wear, decided to embark on an evening stroll. The air was crisp, and the ground was a canvas of untouched snow, inviting them to leave their footprints.

Aditi, with her innate sense of style, donned a white winter jacket that seemed to embrace her like a cloud of comfort. Its fluffy texture whispered of luxury, likely faux fur, and it boasted a zipper that glinted like a sliver of moonlight. The jacket was not just a fashion statement but a bastion against the chill, promising warmth in the frosty air. Her legs were encased in dark leggings, a stark contrast to the jacket's purity, hugging her form and balancing the jacket's generous volume. The ensemble was crowned with tall, white winter boots, their height reaching mid-calf, a perfect symphony with the jacket, lined with warmth as if to challenge the cold to a duel.

A white fluffy hat sat atop her head, a snowy throne for her free-flowing hair, which cascaded down her shoulders. Her face, a canvas of minimal makeup, radiated natural beauty, and her mangalsutra, a symbol of her love, played a coy game of hide and seek behind the jacket's protective fold.

Shubman, drawn to her like a moth to a flame, wrapped his arms around her, his voice a soft murmur, "Looking very pretty, Aditi." A rosy blush painted her cheeks as she replied, her voice a tender whisper, "You are also looking handsome."

Together, they joined the others, their laughter mingling with the symphony of the evening. The group found solace in a picturesque spot, perfect for capturing memories. Athiya, with a photographer's eye, volunteered to immortalize Shubman and Aditi's moment. The pictures, a testament to their joy, found a home on Aditi's Instagram, a shareable slice of their happiness.

Strolling in Manali with my patidev @shubmangill. ❤️❤️

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shubmangill: ❤️❤️
athiyashetty: You guys look so good together.
                          ↪officialaditisharma: Thanks @athiyashetty
rohitshamarma45: How did you make the heart?
                                      ↪officialaditisharma: Jadoo
yuzi_chahal23: Couple goals
                              ↪virat.kohli: Finally some sensible words from @yuzi_chahal23
shreyasiyer96: @officialaditisharma, can I use the first picture in my post?
                             ↪shubmangill: No from her and no from me.
                                                           ↪shreyasiyer96: 😢😢
klrahul: Dude, how did you hold the snow in this cold?🥶🥶
               ↪shubmangill: We held it in our hands and dropped it as soon as the picture was taken.
shahneelgill: My babies🧿🧿
                         ↪shubmangill: I am not your baby @shahneelgill
                                                        ↪shahneelgill: You are my baby bro @shubmangill|
keartgill: This is the best picture of you two
                  ↪officialaditisharma: Thanks ma
                                                              ↪shubmangill: Thank you mumma
yuzi_chahal23: I am booking a flight to Manali
                              ↪yashasvijaiswal28: Arre @yuzi_chahal23 stop bothering them
                                                                        ↪virat.kohli: Thanks Yash
shub.love.77:These two are the best couples after @klrahul and @athiyashetty
                            ↪shubsara: No way Shub and Sara are the best couples.
                                                    ↪gill.77: Dude, Sara is dating Siddharth Kerkar

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The playful suggestion to engage in a game of Truth or Dare hung in the air, and with unanimous nods, the game commenced. Aditi, the orchestrator of fun, spun her water bottle, its spin a dance of fate, landing on Anushka. "Truth or Dare?" Aditi inquired.

"Truth," Anushka declared. Virat, with a mischievous glint in his eye, posed the question, "Who devoured the chocolate cake that was in the fridge before the World Cup commenced?"

A smile, both guilty and proud, graced Anushka's lips as she confessed, "Me and Vami savored it." Virat's expression morphed into mock outrage, a playful anger that only love could provoke.

The bottle spun again, this time choosing Ishan. "Truth or Dare?" Aditi asked.

"Dare," Ishan responded, a brave tilt to his chin. Shreyas, with a devilish grin, issued the challenge, "Ishan, go and propose to that girl sitting over there." Ishan approached, his heart a drumbeat, "Excuse me, lady?"

The girl turned, and time stood still. "M-myrah?" Ishan stammered. "I-ishan?" Myrah echoed.

Apologies were exchanged, and Ishan retreated, his heart a tumult of emotions. Shubman's concern was palpable, "What happened? Who was it?" Ishan's reply, a single name, "Myrah," sent ripples of shock through the group.

Shubman, sensing the need for solace, excused himself to check on Ishan, Aditi's questioning gaze following him. Together, they found Ishan by the lake, in the midst of a heartfelt reunion with Myrah. The past was a closed chapter, and a new relationship beckoned.

Aditi's playful nickname for Ishan, "Kisan Jam," broke the tension, a reminder of their shared history. Myrah's curiosity about Aditi was met with a warm introduction, "I am Aditi, Shubman's wife." Bonds were acknowledged, and invitations extended, though Myrah's time was scarce.

The group seized the opportunity to capture the beauty of the location in photographs, their images a mosaic of moments on Anushka's Instagram.

Amazing time at Manali with my girls. @officialaditisharma @athiyashetty @ritssajdeh

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kiaraaliaadvani: So nice to see the cricketers' wives together.
                                 ↪anushkasharma: Thanks Ki.
iamsrk: Finally @anushkasharma posted something.
               ↪anushkasharma: 🙄🙄
athiyashetty: Amazing time with the newbie @officialaditisharma
                          ↪officialaditisharma: I am not a newbie.
                                                                      ↪athiyashetty: You are a newbie to the cricketers' wife group
yuzi_chahal23: Where are our boys?
                               ↪officialaditisharma: Your group of boys are busy talking.
virat.kohli: I am right here
                     ↪shubmangill: Me too
                                                   ↪shreyasiyer96: Mee too
                                                                                     ↪ishankishan23: Same here
yashasvijaiswal28: Guys you can go to Cafe 1947. Its an amazing place.
                                      ↪anushkasharma: Thanks Yash
                                                                            ↪yashasvijaiswal28: No prob
sanjanaganesan: You guys left me for the picture😔😔
                                  ↪anushkasharma: We will click more.
shubmangill: @virat.kohli why are these ladies always into pictures?
                          ↪officialaditisharma: Because we want to preserve memories
                                                                     ↪shubmangill: Ji madam.
rohitsharma45: Arre @shubmangill fears his wife.
                               ↪ritssajdeh: Don't you @rohitsharma45?
shreyasiyer96: That is why single is the best. Right @ishankishan23?
                             ↪ishankishan23: Umm...😕😕

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Athiya's request for a photograph with Rahul was met with Aditi's skillful eye, her talent for capturing essence earning her praise. "Wow! You click pictures so well," Athiya exclaimed, her chosen image gracing her own Instagram.

My best companion in walks. Though he gets busy in his phone he always holds my hand. Love you @klrahul. 
P.C: @officialaditisharma

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officialaditisharma: Thanks for the credits and very cute picture.
                                        ↪klrahul: Thanks behen.
shubmangill: Nice pic bro
                          ↪klrahul: No one can beat your snow picture @shubmangill
                                             ↪shubmangill: Idea is all my patnirani's.
yuzi_chahal23: Hey! Even I wanted a photoshoot with my wife. You could have called me.
                              ↪virat.kohli: Go to the studio and get it done.
ritssajdeh: ❤️❤️
                   ↪athiyashetty: ❤️❤️
aliaabhatt: Looking pretty @athiyashetty
                      ↪athiyashetty: Thanks aloo
rahiya.forver: My lifeline
                            ↪klrahulforever: Same.
shreyasiyer96: Is anybody interested to take the same pictures with me?
                             ↪iloveshreyas: Mee
                                                           ↪96.my.love: Mee too...
virat.kohli: You can do it with Sammy🤣🤣
                     ↪rohitsharma45: Why my daughter? Send Vami.
                                                         ↪anushkasharma:🤣🤣
sanjanaganesan: Can anyone put the importance of photos in my husband's brain?
                                  ↪shreyasiyer96: Bhabhi ji, he doesn't know the importance of photos.
jaspritb1: Mr Shreyas Iyer, I am right next to you, would you like to have some thappads?
                   ↪shreyasiyer96: Sorry Jassi bhai.

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As the night drew in, the friends retreated to their rooms. Aditi, alone on the balcony with a mug of steaming coffee, was joined by Shubman, his embrace a promise of warmth and love. His newfound romantic streak was a delightful surprise, and as he teased her with the promise of another, Aditi's heart fluttered with anticipation. "Surprise means surprise," he whispered, the night holding their secret close.

In the quietude of the evening, as the snow continued its silent waltz to the ground, Shubman gently took the coffee mug from Aditi's hands. The steam rose between them like a delicate mist, carrying with it the rich aroma of the brew. He took a thoughtful sip, the warmth of the coffee contrasting with the chill of the night air, and handed it back to her with a tender smile.

Aditi, her eyes reflecting the myriad twinkles of the snowflakes, turned to him, her voice a soft murmur in the hush of the falling snow. "Shub, are you really comfortable with me?" There was a vulnerability in her question, a silent seeking of reassurance.

Shubman, with a gentleness that spoke volumes, rested his chin atop her head, his presence a comforting weight. "Of course," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear, "you make me happy and comfortable." His words were simple, yet they carried the depth of his feelings, enveloping her in an embrace of contentment.

Aditi's smile was a silent bloom of joy, her heart finding its rhythm in the quiet affirmation of their bond. Together, they stood, gazing out at the snow, a shared solitude that was as comforting as a whispered secret.

Unseen by them, Ritika and Rohit lingered at the door, witnesses to the tender tableau before them. Rohit's voice was low, a note of approval in his words. "Good progression, right Rits?" His eyes held a spark of brotherly pride.

Ritika nodded, her agreement soft but certain. "Yeah, now let's go." With a last glance at the couple, they retreated, leaving Shubman and Aditi to their peaceful vigil.

The world around them was a tapestry of white, the snow a silent companion to their thoughts. Shubman and Aditi remained there, side by side, their comfortable silence a testament to the understanding and love that flowed unspoken between them. It was a moment suspended in time, a memory etched into the quiet night, as they stood together, two souls united against the backdrop of a Manali winter.