Meanwhile, Jemimah, Smriti, and Harmanpreet were seated with Ishan, Virat, KL Rahul, and Hardik in a cozy corner of a local cafe, sipping on their favorite beverages. As the group chatted and shared anecdotes, the conversation naturally gravitated toward their teammates.

Harmanpreet, scrolling through her phone, suddenly exclaimed, "Hey, look at this! Shubman and Saumya are all over social media."

Jemimah and Smriti leaned in to get a better view of Harmanpreet's phone. The screen was filled with images of Shubman and Saumya, captured during their temple visit, accompanied by headlines and articles speculating on the nature of their relationship.

Ishan, Virat, KL Rahul, and Hardik glanced over, their curiosity piqued by the sudden excitement. "What's going on?" Ishan asked.

Jemimah grinned, "Seems like our dear Shubman and Saumya are making headlines. The media has got a field day with their temple visit."

Harmanpreet added, "Look at these pictures! They are everywhere—Instagram, Twitter, you name it."

Smriti, with a playful smirk, chimed in, "And the headlines are something else. 'Cricket's New Power Couple?' Can you believe this?"

Ishan, scrolling through the articles, chuckled, "Well, they did make quite an entrance at the temple. The media always loves a good story."

Virat, raising an eyebrow, remarked, "Power couple, huh? Shubman never mentioned this during our team meetings."

KL Rahul, with a teasing grin, added, "Maybe we need a team briefing on the dos and don'ts of public outings."

Hardik, looking at the pictures, commented, "Shubman's got some smooth moves. Buying her flowers at the temple? That's a classic move right there."

Jemimah, unable to contain her laughter, said, "I bet the media is having a field day. Let's see how Shubman and Saumya handle this newfound fame."

Harmanpreet, still scrolling through social media, remarked, "Well, they do make a good-looking pair. It's not every day you see cricketers causing a stir outside the field."

Smriti nodded, "True. But knowing those two, they'll probably brush it off with a joke or two."

Just as the group continued to discuss the unfolding saga of Shubman and Saumya, Ishan, with a smirk, said, "Maybe we should take notes. Who knows when the media will turn its attention to us?"

Virat chuckled, "Ishan, my friend, you've got nothing to worry about. We're not as interesting as those two."

Ishan, flashing a mischievous grin, held up his phone. "I must say, Shubman's got some smooth moves, buying flowers and all. Classic move, indeed."

Virat rolled his eyes, "You're enjoying this way too much, Ishan. You act like we're part of some Bollywood drama."

Smriti, with a laugh, interjected, "Well, considering the number of photos and articles, it does feel like we are in a movie. 'The Temple Tales of Shubman and Saumya.'"

Harmanpreet, still scrolling through her phone, added, "Look at these memes already circulating. The internet works fast."

Jemimah, holding back laughter, shared, "I think my favorite headline is 'Cricket's Romeo and Juliet.' Who comes up with this stuff?"

Hardik, leaning back in his chair, remarked, "They're handling it pretty well, I must say. But, I can't imagine what the media would do if all of us were in their shoes."

KL Rahul teased, "Maybe we should give them a run for their money. Plan a group outing to some famous spot."

Virat smirked, "And let the media write headlines like 'Cricket's Magnificent Seven Takes Over the Town.'"

As the laughter and banter filled the cafe, the media frenzy outside the temple seemed to contrast with the calm and peaceful atmosphere Shubman and Saumya were currently enjoying.

Meanwhile, back under the shade of the tree, Shubman and Saumya decided to take a leisurely walk around the temple premises, enjoying the pleasant weather and the company of each other.

As Shubman and Saumya strolled hand in hand, the peaceful surroundings of the temple provided a stark contrast to the digital storm brewing in the online world. Unbeknownst to them, their teammates were still engrossed in dissecting every detail of the 'temple tales.'

Back at the cafe, the banter continued as the cricketers exchanged playful remarks about potential group outings and headline-worthy escapades. The social media buzz had turned Shubman and Saumya into unintentional celebrities, and their friends were thoroughly enjoying the spectacle.

Ishan, flipping through memes on his phone, couldn't help but share one that depicted Shubman and Saumya as the lead characters in a romantic movie. "I'm telling you, someone should pitch this idea to Bollywood," he chuckled.

Smriti, shaking her head in amusement, replied, "I can already imagine the posters – 'The Love Boundaries of Cricket.'"

Harmanpreet, still scrolling through her phone, added, "Well, they do make a good-looking pair. It's like the universe decided to play matchmaker."

Virat, sipping on his coffee, joined in the laughter. "Matchmaker or not, I hope they're ready for the attention. The media can be relentless."

KL Rahul, scanning through the latest articles, teased, "Maybe we should start giving interviews about their 'secret love story.' That would really spice things up."

Hardik, grinning, suggested, "Or we could just start a rumor about a cricketing love triangle. Now that would be something."

As the group continued to jest and speculate, Shubman and Saumya, immersed in their own world, found themselves near a quiet garden within the temple premises. The vibrant colors of blooming flowers and the gentle rustle of leaves provided a serene backdrop for their private conversation.

Shubman, squeezing Saumya's hand, glanced around. "This place is beautiful, isn't it? Almost feels like we have our own little world here."

Saumya, smiling, replied, "It's like a sanctuary away from the chaos. I appreciate these moments of tranquility."

Their stroll continued, the temple bells ringing softly in the distance. Meanwhile, the digital world continued to buzz with the 'temple tales' of Shubman and Saumya, with fans and media alike adding their own interpretations to the unfolding story.

Meanwhile, back at the cafe, the chatter among the cricketers had shifted from teasing to genuine curiosity. Harmanpreet, looking at her phone, remarked, "You know, maybe we should stop speculating and just ask them about it. They're friends; they'll tell us what's really going on."

Virat, considering the idea, replied, "True. It's better to hear it from them rather than relying on the media circus."

Ishan, with a smirk, suggested, "Why don't we plan a team get-together? A casual dinner or something. We can clear the air without making it too obvious."

Smriti, nodding, added, "Sounds like a plan. We don't want to be the friends who only know about each other through headlines."

Meanwhile, the sun cast a warm glow over the grassy area by the lake where Shubman and Saumya found a quiet spot to sit. The serene surroundings provided the perfect backdrop for their continuing conversation and shared laughter.

As they settled on the grass, Shubman, wearing a purple kurta, realized that one of the buttons was proving to be a bit troublesome. Frowning, he muttered, "These buttons always seem to have a mind of their own."

Saumya, with a playful grin, replied, "Let me guess, cricket whites are much simpler, aren't they?"  Shubman chuckled, "Indeed. I never imagined dressing up for a temple visit would involve so much drama."

As Shubman struggled with the stubborn button, Saumya couldn't resist teasing, "Maybe you should consider a stylist for such occasions. I'm sure Virat could recommend someone."

Shubman shot her a mock glare, "Very funny. I manage just fine on the field, you know."
Shubman still shifted uncomfortably, his fingers fumbling with the intricate buttons of his purple kurta. With a frustrated sigh, he glanced over at Saumya, who was gazing serenely out at the rippling waters, her expression one of contentment.

"Hey, Saumya," Shubman began tentatively, his voice tinged with embarrassment, "I seem to be having a bit of trouble with these buttons. Do you think you could... uh, help me out?"

Saumya turned to him with a soft chuckle, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Of course, Shubman," she replied warmly, scooting closer to him. "Let me take a look."

As she deftly worked on the stubborn button, her delicate fingers weaving through the fabric with practiced ease, Shubman couldn't help but admire her skill and grace. However, his reverie was interrupted when he noticed a stray edge of Saumya's saree slipping off her shoulder.

Shubman, ever the gentleman, instinctively held it in place. Saumya, realizing the slip, blushed and stammered, "Oh, um, thank you."
With a gentle smile, Shubman carefully secured the loose end of her saree with a small pin, his touch lingering briefly against her skin before he withdrew, a subtle tension lingering between them.

As they sat in companionable silence, watching the last rays of sunlight dance across the water, Shubman and Saumya couldn't help but feel the palpable shift in their relationship, the unspoken bond between them growing stronger with each passing moment.

They sat by the lake, the sun casting long shadows, enjoying each other's company amidst the shared laughter, button mishaps, and playful banter. Unbeknownst to them, their candid moments were not just etched in their memories but were becoming a delightful spectacle for those following their 'temple tales' online.

also i do not know who it is in the picture but it looked so freaking suitable!