The alarm buzzed at 5 AM, jolting me from a deep sleep. I groaned, reaching over to silence it. My night with Shubman had been wonderful, but the early morning light brought with it the stark reality of my demanding schedule. I had a full day of surgeries ahead, each one requiring my utmost focus and precision.

I quickly got ready, slipping into my scrubs and tying my hair back into a tight bun. I grabbed a quick breakfast and rushed out the door, my mind already switching to professional mode. As I navigated the busy corridors of St. Thomas' Hospital, I couldn't help but think about Shubman. Our dinner had felt like a breath of fresh air, a reminder of the simpler, happier times we had shared.

I arrived at the OR and met with my team, reviewing the day's schedule. The first surgery was a complicated heart operation, one that would set the tone for the rest of my day. As I scrubbed in, my phone buzzed with a message from Shubman: "Good luck with your surgeries today, Nini. You're going to be amazing."

I smiled, quickly typing a reply before I headed into the OR: "Thanks, Riri. Have a great day."

The surgery was intense, requiring all of my skill and concentration. Hours passed in a blur of precise movements and focused efforts. When the final stitch was placed, I felt a surge of relief and accomplishment. I stepped out of the OR, peeling off my gloves and mask, and took a moment to catch my breath.

Just as I was about to head to my office, my phone buzzed again. It was a message from my elder sister, Aaditi: "Anne, are you free for lunch? We need to talk about Mom Dad's anniversary next month".

I sighed. I had almost forgotten about the anniversary. I texted back: "Sure, let's meet at the hospital cafeteria at 1 PM."

"Now, I know why this idiot was talking rudely to me when she asked me what's next month, and I said I don't know ". I once again sighed, and decided to freshen up.

I woke up feeling energized and motivated. The previous night with Angel had reignited something within me, reminding me of the importance of maintaining balance in my life. I had a training session scheduled with the team, and I was determined to make the most of it.

At the training ground, I met up with my teammates, including my best friends, Ishan Kishan and Abhishek Sharma. The atmosphere was relaxed but focused as we went through our drills and practice matches.

"How was your date with Angel?" Ishan asked, nudging me playfully.

I grinned. "It was great. We really reconnected. I just hope we can keep it up despite our crazy schedules."

Abhishek nodded thoughtfully."It's tough, but if anyone can make it work, it's you two. Just remember to make time for each other."

The practice session went well, with me hitting some impressive shots and feeling more in sync with my game than I had in weeks. By the end of the session, I felt a renewed sense of purpose and determination and after meeting her yesterday, this feeling grew more.

After practice, the team gathered for a meeting with our captain, Virat Kohli. Virat paaji's leadership and experience always brought a sense of focus and unity to the team. Today, he spoke about the importance of discipline, teamwork, and balancing personal lives with our professional commitments.

"Remember, guys, it's important to stay connected with our loved ones," Virat paaji said, his gaze sweeping across the room. "They are our support system, and we need to cherish those relationships."

I found myself nodding in agreement. I made a mental note to reach out to Angel later in the day, just to check in and see how she was doing.

                      Angel's POV

Lunch with Aaditi was a welcome break from the hectic pace of the hospital. We sat in a quiet corner of the cafeteria, discussing the details of our parents upcoming anniversary. The conversation was sweet, filled with memories of happier times and the lingering sadness of our loss of time.

"How are you holding up Anne?" Aaditi asked gently.

I sighed. "It's tough, but I'm managing. I miss him every day. And with everything going on at work, it sometimes feels overwhelming."

Aaditi reached across the table and squeezed my hand. "I know. Just remember, you're not alone. We’re all here for you."

I smiled gratefully. "Thanks, Aaddu, That means a lot."

As we finished our lunch, I received a notification from the hospital's emergency department. There was a critical patient in need of immediate surgery, and I was the only available specialist. I quickly hugged Aaditi and rushed to the ER, my mind shifting back into professional mode.

                  Shubman's POV

After the tiring practice session, I headed back to my hotel, my thoughts lingering on Nini. I decided to send her a quick message: "Hope your day is going well. Thinking about you.

A few hours later, while resting in my hotel room, my phone buzzed with her reply: "It's been hectic, but I'm hanging in there. Just finished a tough surgery. How's practice?"

I smiled, feeling a warm connection through our brief exchange. "Practice was good. Had a great session with the boys. Can't wait to hear more about your day when you're free."

                        Angel's POV

The emergency surgery was grueling, stretching into the late afternoon. By the time I emerged from the OR, I was physically and emotionally drained. The patient was a small kid, he was hit by a car while he was playing in the park, I couldn't stop myself from grieving. The driver who was driving ran away from the scene leaving the poor kid and the car there. The hospital staff already called the cops and informed about the case, and the location of the accident. I just hope that the b*tch gets behind the bars.

I checked my phone and saw Shubman's message. His words brought a small smile to my face, a reminder that despite the chaos, someone cared deeply about me.

I quickly texted back: "Just finished another surgery. Heading home soon. Maybe we can talk later tonight?"

                    Shubman's POV

I felt a surge of excitement when I saw Angel's reply. "Absolutely. Let's catch up tonight. I'll call you around 9 PM your time?"

Her response was immediate: "Perfect. Talk to you then."

The rest of the day passed in a blur of media commitments and strategy meetings. But through it all, I kept thinking about our call. I missed her voice, her laughter, the way she made everything feel right.

         
            **Angel's Point of View**

Finally home, I collapsed onto my couch, grateful for a moment of peace. I glanced at the clock. It was almost 9 PM. I freshened up quickly, wanting to be fully present for my call with Shubman.

As the clock struck 9, my phone rang. Seeing Shubman's name on the screen brought a smile to my face. I answered, feeling a rush of warmth.

"Hey, Riri," I said, trying to keep the exhaustion out of my voice.

"Hey, Nini," he replied, his voice filled with genuine concern. "How are you holding up?"

I sighed, allowing myself to relax. "It's been a tough day, but talking to you makes it better."

We spent the next hour catching up, sharing details of our days, and reminiscing about old times. Despite the miles and the demands of our careers, for that moment, it felt like we were right next to each other.

As we said our goodbyes, I felt a renewed sense of hope. We could make this work. We just needed to keep trying, keep reaching out, and never lose sight of what we meant to each other.

    **Shubman's Point of View**

Ending the call, I felt a deep sense of contentment. Angel's voice was like a balm, soothing the stresses of the day. I knew our paths were difficult, but I was more determined than ever to keep her in my life.

I lay back on my bed, staring at the ceiling, a smile playing on my lips. For now, we were making it work. And that was enough.

As I drifted off to sleep, I felt a sense of peace and happiness. Despite our demanding careers and the distance between us, Angel and I were finding our way back to each other. It wasn't easy, but with each message, call, and shared moment, we were weaving our lives together once more.

     
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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒉𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒂𝒏, 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒗𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓.

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Hey guys,
I hope all of you have heard today's news.
Harry and Nats are no more together now, it feels sad as they were my ideal couple after VIRUSHKA AND ROHIKA.
But what can we do, let's respect their decision and not hate them now especially nats as I've seen a lot of people are hating on nats without even knowing the reason by abusing her with names and also please respect harry now he's gone through many things in these 1-2 months.
And if we talk about aggu(Agastya) please make some peace in social media for him he's just a child now, and poor child is now between his parents in two other continents.
Well, whatever let's just respect them for their decision and not attract hate towards them!

                       Thank you!