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Hira was in Patna when she got the news.

Shubman had made an impressive 79 runs off 65 balls in the semi-final against New Zealand, but he had to walk out due to cramps.

As soon as she read the update, her heart sank with worry.

She immediately called Shahneel, who was standing with her parents at the stadium.

“Shah Di, is he okay? I just saw the news,” Hira’s voice trembled.

“Don’t worry, Hia! He’s fine. Just some cramps. He’s been resting. Mom and Dad are with him too,” Shahneel reassured her, trying to calm her down.

She let out a sigh of relief and thanked god, but still couldn’t shake off the anxiety.

A few days later, it was the ODI finals in Ahmedabad—India vs. Australia.

There was no way Hira would miss this match.

She had flown to Ahmedabad to support Shubman, determined to be there for him in the most important game of his life.

Dressed in a casual olive-green romper with short sleeves and front pockets, paired with gray sneakers and a tan crossbody bag, Hira looked effortlessly chic.

Her dark sunglasses and loose waves added a touch of glam, but her focus was solely on the match and supporting Shubman.

As soon as she entered the stadium, she spotted Shubman’s parents and Shahneel.

To her surprise, her own parents were there too, standing with them.

The two sets of parents had reunited, exchanging warm greetings and smiles.

Before the match began, Hira went inside to meet Shubman for a quick good luck wish.

She found him adjusting his gloves, focused yet anxious.

“Hey,” she whispered, catching his attention.

Shubman looked up and immediately smiled, walking over to her. “You look pretty. But what’s new?” He leaned in and stole a quick kiss, making her blush.

“Shub!” She scolded playfully, pushing him lightly. “Focus on the match, not me.”

“I’ll focus on both,” he winked, still holding her hand for a moment longer.

She shook her head, still smiling, and said, “Good luck. I’ll be cheering for you.”

With that, she headed back to the stands, rejoining Saanvi, who had just arrived.

Saanvi eyed Hira knowingly. “You look all blushy blushy. Did someone steal a kiss before the match?” she teased.

Hira grinned and tried to avoid the topic, but Saanvi wouldn’t let her off so easily.

They sat together, chatting casually while watching the warm-up.

To everyone’s shock, Hira did something unexpected—she shared her ice cream with Saanvi. This was big.

“Wait, what? You’re willingly sharing ice cream with me? Aaj suraj dusre disha se utha hai kya?” Saanvi laughed, taking a bite.

“I know, you're lucky,” Hira chuckled. “But you better not tell Shub, or he'll sulk about it.”

“Oh, I’m definitely telling him. The man needs to know he’s not the only one who gets special treatment,” Saanvi joked.

They both burst into laughter, and Hira felt more relaxed, though the nerves for the match still lingered.

The match began, and the energy in the stadium was electric.

Indian fans had high hopes as Rohit and Shubman came out to open the innings.

Hira had her fingers crossed, nervously watching her man.

Before taking his position, Shubman looked up at the stands, his eyes locking with Hira’s.

She gave him an encouraging nod, and he smiled back, ready for the game.

The crowd roared as the first over began, with Rohit hitting a couple of boundaries.

But in the second over, disaster struck. Shubman went for a big shot but miscalculated.

The ball soared high, and before anyone could register, it was caught. He was out for just 4 runs.

Shock rippled through the stadium. Shubman let out a groan, frustration evident on his face.

He hung his head low as he walked back to the pavilion, feeling the weight of the moment.

He glanced back at the stands, expecting to see Hira, but she wasn’t there. Panic set in. Had he let her down?

Meanwhile, Hira was in complete shock. She froze in her seat as tears welled up in her eyes.

Without thinking, she ran to the bathroom, trying to keep it together but failing miserably.

The tears flowed freely, and she couldn’t stop crying.

It wasn’t just about Shubman getting out; it was the pressure, the expectations, everything building up.

Saanvi followed her, knocking gently on the bathroom door. “HS, are you okay?”

Hira sniffled, trying to compose herself. “I’m fine… I just… I didn’t expect it.”

Saanvi sighed. “It’s just one match, Shona. He’ll bounce back. He always does.”

Back on the field, Shubman sat in the dressing room, head in his hands.

He felt the disappointment heavy on his chest. All he could think about was how Hira must have felt watching him walk off the field like that.

“She’s not in her seat…” he muttered to himself.

SKY, noticing his distress, walked over and clapped a hand on his shoulder. “It happens, kid. Shake it off. You’re not alone in this.”

After composing herself, Hira returned to her seat, eyes still a bit puffy.

Saanvi gave her a reassuring smile. “He’ll be okay. And so will you.”

Hira nodded, her heart heavy but determined to stay strong for Shubman.

Few hours later,

Australia’s innings began, and the tension in the stadium was palpable.

The Australian batsmen played cautiously but steadily, with Travis Head making a significant impact.

Shubman, despite his earlier disappointment, was focused on fielding.

The crowd’s energy fluctuated between hope and despair with every over.

In the 27th over,With Travis Head on 137, Shubman managed to take an important catch off Siraj’s delivery.

It was a moment of relief for the Indian team, but it did little to change the course of the match.

Australia continued to chase down the target with determination.

As Australia crossed the finish line, winning by 6 wickets, the atmosphere in the stadium turned somber.

The crowd, once filled with excitement and hope, was now filled with a heavy silence.

The Indian team’s faces were etched with disappointment, and their families mirrored their sorrow.

Ritika, tried to hold back her tears. The camera captured her struggling to stay composed, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
[Author- it was too painful for me as well watch that scene]

Hira, seeing the pain in her bhabhi ’s eyes, felt her own heart break further.

Hira's father wrapped his arms around her as she cried softly into his shoulder. “I just wanted them to win.”

“it's a sport, beta. Haar jeet hoti rehti hai. It’s okay to feel this way,” he reassured her, gently patting her back. “They gave their best, and that’s all that matters.”

The scene around the stadium was heart-wrenching.

Fans were leaving in quiet groups, their faces mirroring the sadness of the team.

The WAGS gathered in a somber cluster, trying to comfort each other. Saanvi stood with Hira, also looking visibly upset.

“I can’t believe it,” Saanvi said, her voice breaking. “They worked so hard.”

Hira nodded, unable to speak as she choked on her tears. “I know. It’s just... so heartbreaking.”

The camera continued to capture every emotional moment.

The Indian team walked off the field, their faces reflecting their disappointment.

Rohit, normally so composed, had tears in his eyes that he struggled to control.

Virat hid his face with his cap, unable to bear the sight of his team’s defeat.

Siraj was openly crying, his heartbroken expression visible to all.

Shubman, his head hanging low, scanned the stands for Hira. When he saw her, tears streaming down her face, his own heart ached.

Inside the dressing room, the atmosphere was heavy with disappointment.

Hira entered, her face flushed from crying, but she forced a brave smile as she approached Shubman and his teammates.

“Guys, come here,” she said, opening her arms for a hug.

Shubman stepped forward, his eyes red, and wrapped her in a tight embrace.

The rest of the team followed suit, grateful for the support.

Hira went to each player, hugging them and speaking words of encouragement.

“Listen, you all gave your best. Har match jeete, har kisi ka contribution tha. We should be proud of that.”

Rohit looked up, trying to manage a weak smile. “It’s hard to see it that way right now, Hira.”

“I know, bhaiya” Hira said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “But think about it. Every single game, you guys showed incredible skill and spirit. Don’t let one match overshadow all the hard work you put in.”

Anushka, Ritika, Devisha and the other wives and girlfriends joined them, each offering hugs and words of comfort.

Ritika, wiping her tears, added, “You guys played so well throughout the tournament. It’s just one game. We’re all so proud of you.”

Hira moved to Shubman, who looked especially dejected. “Shub you played so well. Remember that every run you scored and every catch you took made a difference.”

Shubman managed a faint smile. “Thanks, babe. It’s just hard not to feel like I let everyone down.”

“No,” Hira said firmly, taking his hand in hers. “You didn’t let anyone down. You gave it your all. Each and every one of you did.”

The group stayed in the dressing room for a while, supporting each other through their collective grief.

Their loved ones' presence was a soothing balm, and their words of encouragement helped to lift the team’s spirits, if only slightly.

After some time, they all went back outside to see Australia lifting the cup.

The sight was a stark reminder of their loss.

Hira squeezed Shubman’s hand tightly, trying to offer him comfort as they watched the celebrations on the field.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “You'll come back stronger. You all did amazing.”

The Indian team, alongside the wives and girlfriends, watched with heavy hearts as Australia celebrated their victory.

The stadium was filled with a mix of heartbreak and disappointment.

Hira felt a pang of sadness, seeing her team’s dreams slipping away, and her heart sank as she squeezed Shubman’s hand even tighter.

The hotel room was silent as everyone returned, the weight of the match still hanging heavy.

Hira’s parents invited Shubman’s parents to their home for the night, a gesture of comfort and unity.

Back in the hotel, Hira noticed Shubman’s quiet demeanor.

As he went to the bathroom, she followed, determined to be there for him.

The sound of the shower filled the room as she entered, quietly slipping off her clothes and joining him.

She approached him gently, her arms wrapping around his torso in a comforting back hug.

Shubman flinched slightly, then relaxed into her touch.

“Shub, you played so well,” she whispered, her head resting against his back. “Don’t let this one match overshadow everything you’ve accomplished.”

He sighed deeply, his voice heavy with emotion. “I just feel like I let everyone down. I wanted this so badly for us.”

“You didn’t let anyone down,” she reassured him, her fingers soothing his damp skin. “We’re all proud of you. You’ve shown so much heart and talent.”

Shubman turned slightly, looking at her with a soft, vulnerable expression. “Hia, I want to marry you. I want you to be with me always.”

Her heart fluttered, and she smiled through her tears. “I want that too, Shub. But right now, let’s just be here for each other.”

She leaned in, capturing his lips in a tender kiss.

His arms tightened around her as their kiss deepened, passion and comfort intertwining.

They explored each other’s mouths slowly, savoring the connection.

Her hands roamed over his wet skin, their bodies pressed close under the warm water.

Shubman’s kisses moved to her neck, his touch igniting a fire within her.

She responded with soft moans, her fingers threading through his wet hair.

The bathroom echoed with their quiet breaths and the sound of water, the steam enveloping them in their private world.

As the water cascaded over them, they continued to kiss, their movements becoming more fervent and desperate.

Shubman’s hands traced along her back, while Hira’s lips never left his, both seeking solace in each other’s embrace.

Hira and Shubman lay together on the bed, Shubman’s head resting comfortably on her chest.

Her fingers gently stroked his hair as he wrapped his arms around her.

“You know,” he said with a sigh, “I’m really going to miss having you around so much.”

She smiled softly. “I’ve got so many flights coming up. The schedule is packed.”

“Where are you going next?” he asked, looking up at her.

“Well, tomorrow I fly to Delhi, then I’m off to Mumbai the day after,” she said, rubbing his back. “And after that, I have fly to Seoul.”

“That sounds exhausting,” Shubman said, his voice filled with concern. “But you’ll manage. You always do.”

She chuckled. “I’ll try. It’s just so hectic. I’ll barely have time to breathe.”

“I know you’ve got a lot going on, but remember to take care of yourself too,” He said, leaning in closer. “I’ll be here cheering you on every step of the way.”

Hira felt her heart swell at his support. “Thank you, babe. It means so much to me.”

Just then, Hira’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. She reached for it, glancing at the screen. It was a text from Ahaan.

Ahaan Verma🖕

Your Shubman was terrible at the finals. Maybe you should come back to me before things get worse.

You know na? Consequences won’t be good otherwise.

Shubman noticed her expression shift. “Everything okay?”

Hira hesitated, her jaw clenched slightly. She quickly hid the phone, focusing back on him. “Yeah, just some random stuff.”

“Alright,” he said, still a bit concerned. “If you need to talk about it, I’m here.”

She forced a smile, leaning in to kiss his forehead. “I’m fine. Let’s just enjoy our time together.”

They continued to talk, their laughter and conversation filling the room.

Hira’s phone buzzed again, but she ignored it, choosing to savor these quiet moments with Shubman instead.

Hira lay awake in the dark, staring at the ceiling.

Her mind raced with thoughts of Ahaan’s threatening message.

Shubman slept soundly beside her, his breathing steady and calm. She couldn’t shake the fear that gripped her.

Suddenly, her phone rang, jolting her from her thoughts.

Shubman stirred slightly but didn’t wake.

She picked up the phone quietly, careful not to disturb him, and slipped out of the bed.

Outside the hotel room, she answered the call, her voice trembling with anger. “What do you want, Ahaan?”

Ahaan’s voice was cold and menacing. “Good morning, Darling. I hope you slept well. I just wanted to remind you about our little agreement.”

She clenched her jaw. “You think you can just threaten me and get away with it? You bastard!"

Ahaan’s voice grew sharper. “Careful now. I wouldn’t want this to get out. You remember that video, right? The one from that night?”

Hira’s heart sank. Her hands shook as she clutched the phone. “What are you talking about?”

Ahaan’s tone was almost amused. “I have the video of that night. The one you don’t want anyone to see. If you don’t break up with Shubman and ignore him completely, I’ll make sure it goes viral. I’ll ruin your life and career, Hira.”

Tears welled up in Hira’s eyes. Her mind raced with fear and disbelief. “You... you can’t be.... be serious.”

“I am,” He replied coldly. “So, what’s it going to be? Break up with him or face the consequences?”

She was frozen, her body trembling. “No... no. Please...”

The phone slipped from her grasp, hitting the floor with a dull thud.

Hira sank to her knees, tears streaming down her face.

Her breaths came in ragged gasps as she tried to process the horror of Ahaan’s threat.

She took a deep breath and wiped her tears, trying to compose herself. She couldn’t let Shubman see her like this.

Not yet. She had to find a way to handle this, and fast.

Little did Hira know, standing a few feet away in the hallway, Ishan, Rohit, and Virat had witnessed the entire scene unfold.

They had been walking down the corridor, discussing something, when they saw Hira step outside, visibly upset.

At first, they thought it was just a personal moment, but when her phone dropped and she sank to her knees, they knew something was seriously wrong.

Ishan frowned, nudging Rohit, who exchanged a glance with Virat.

"Bhaiya, Kya hua usse? Why is she crying like that?" Ishan whispered, concern filling his voice.

Virat's expression grew serious. "I don't know, but it looks bad. Should we...?"

Rohit, shook his head slightly. "Let’s not barge in just yet. She’s clearly dealing with something personal. But we need to keep an eye on her. Something's off."

Hira remained unaware of their presence as she wiped her tears, shakily standing up.

She was trying to pull herself together, but the weight of Ahaan’s threats was crushing her spirit.

“Bhai, I don’t like this. She’s usually so strong, but look at her,” Ishan muttered, his concern deepening.

Virat, who was always protective of those close to him, couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“If Shubman finds out, he’ll lose it. We need to be careful how we approach this.”

The three cricketers exchanged looks of silent agreement.

They decided to give her space for now but made a mental note to talk to Shubman later.

Something was wrong, and they weren't going to let it slide.

As they turned to walk away, Rohit muttered, “Keep this between us for now. Let’s handle it carefully. We’ll make sure she’s okay.”

The bond between the team was very strong, and though Hira didn’t know it yet, she had an entire squad looking out for her.

Outfit reference:

All right everyone, this was the 30th chapter of the book.

That world cup wala part is too painful to write. I always cry while writing it.

Alsoo, whose ready for some Ahaan Drama? He's a bitch and deserves 3000 slaps and kicks from all of us.

While Shubman and Hira break up? Or will they fight back?

Anyways back to the topic!
How was it?

Make sure you comment down your suggestions or thoughts. 

Any guesses for the next one?

Till then
With love
Esma🫶