Shobhana's POV

"Here, catch!" I shout, tossing the keys to Shubman, who looks slightly confused but manages to catch them effortlessly. "I'll meet you later!" I yell, already making a run towards the RCB team.

"Heyyy, Shobhi!" Virat calls out with his signature grin as I jog up to them.

"Alright, everyone smile!" I shout, flipping my camera on and framing the perfect shot.

"Ee sala cup namde!" the whole team exclaims, pumping their fists as I click the picture. The energy was electric.

"Wait, where's your jersey?" AB de Villiers asks, raising an eyebrow. "Some idiot stole it," I pout, crossing my arms dramatically.

The team bursts into laughter, but I shoot them a look. "It's not funny," I mutter, but they keep laughing.

Chahal, ever the lifesaver, tosses me a jersey. I catch it, and to my surprise, I see all the team's autographs scribbled across it. I blink, my eyes wide.

When I look up at the team, they're all smiling like mischievous little schoolboys who just pulled off a prank.

"We're not gonna make your boyfriend wait," Virat teases, a wicked grin on his face. "Go on," he adds, winking at me.

"Boyfriend?" I mutter to myself, turning around just in time to see Shubman standing a few feet away, speaking into his phone. 

He notices me and waves, his smile perfect.

I roll my eyes. "He's not my boyfriend!" I whisper-shout, and Virat laughs even harder.

"Not yet," he says, grinning like he knows something I don't.

"Oh, come on!" I say, trying to hide my face as I turn back toward Shubman, all flustered. 

"Now concentrate on the game, okay? All the best!" I call out before walking away, feeling like my face was on fire.

Shubman's POV

The second I see her, I can't stop myself from staring. Damn. She looks so good in RCB's colors, even though she doesn't have a jersey of her own. But that jersey with all the signatures... I'm so jealous.

I'm still smiling like an idiot when I see her turn toward me. She waves, and I wave back, that damn dimple of mine showing again. 

It's like I can't not smile when I see her. I'm honestly starting to think she's become a permanent fixture in my mind.

"He's not my boyfriend!" she says in a whisper-yell as she walks towards me, clearly embarrassed. 

But the way her eyes are dancing, I can tell she likes it.  Not that I'm complaining.

I can't help but smirk. "Well, I'm too hot to resist," I say, because honestly, it's true.

Her eyes flash with something mischievous, but before she can fire back, she's suddenly pinned against the wall—by me.

"Shubman!" she calls out, her voice a little breathy, and I almost don't let go for a second. She's right there, her body pressed against mine, her face flushed, and I just—

Snap out of it.

"Shub!" she whisper yells again, and suddenly, I hear Kriti's voice echo through the hall, making my grip loosen just enough for her to wriggle free.

"Varen, Kriti!" she shouts as she backs away from me, giving me a sly look.

I can't help but smile. I know she felt that too.

Shobhana's POV

Okay, the game is a total disaster. RCB is playing like they've never held a bat in their lives, and at this point, I'm pretty sure I'm about to get a heart attack. 

I'm practically clutching Kriti's arm, hoping the team pulls it together. But... nope. In just 17 overs, they're all out with only 70 runs.

I look at Kriti, who's smirking because she's supporting CSK. "Not a word," I say, warning her, but it's too late. 

She's already laughing.

"It's okay, girls," Ishan says, trying to comfort us. "It was a good game. Let's get going." But as we're walking out, I get a text, and it makes my heart skip a beat.

Sundar
The wedding is in June!!
Aahhhh!!!

"Oh my god, I'm so happy for you!!" I type back, jumping up and down like a hyperactive child. "You guys, my bro is getting married!"

They stare at me, blinking. "We're coming, obviously," they say, grinning, and I can't help but bounce with excitement.

Sundaruku kalyanama?? (Sundar is getting married?) Kriti grins. "YES!" I practically shout. "I'm so excited!"

The guys look at each other, puzzled. "What are we supposed to wear?" Shubman asks, raising an eyebrow like he's asking about the latest fashion trend.

"Oh, you'll see," I reply with a smirk. I can practically feel the awkwardness radiating from them. 

This is going to be priceless.

Kriti bursts out laughing. "Oh, something is definitely up," Ishan mutters, clearly anticipating what they're about to face. And I know exactly what they're in for.

Shubman's POV

"So Sundar's getting married?!" I say, surprised by the news. Honestly, I couldn't care less about weddings, but the excitement on her face is... contagious.

But then the whole "what to wear" question comes up, and I'm like wait.

I shoot her a glance. "What are we supposed to wear?" I ask, genuinely curious, but I'm already half-prepared for her answer.

She gives me that smirk. The one where I know I'm about to be tortured. "Oh, you'll see," she says, as if she knows something I don't.

And that's when it hits me. She's probably got some evil plan to put us in some outlandish traditional wear. Great.

I'm already regretting asking.

But I'm still smiling because I know... whatever happens, it's going to be chaotic.

And, somehow, I kind of like it.