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saumyakaur oh so i'm cute now? i thought you though of me in a different way

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harmanpreetkaur where are you two even 😭

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As Shubman and Saumya stepped into the temple, the heavy scent of incense enveloped them, immediately transporting them into an atmosphere of peace and reverence. Saumya's eyes sparkled with wonder as she took in the intricate carvings adorning the temple walls, while Shubman's expression softened with a sense of tranquility.

"It's so beautiful in here, isn't it?" Saumya muttered as Shubman nodded, a small smile gracing his lips. "Yeah, it's amazing how they've preserved the architecture and the artwork over the years."

Saumya glanced around, her gaze lingering on the flickering candles and the vibrant tapestries hanging from the ceiling. "I love coming here. It always helps me find some inner peace."

Shubman followed Saumya's gaze, his own eyes drawn to the flickering flames. "I know what you mean. It's a nice escape from the chaos of everyday life."

As they approached the altar, Saumya clasped her hands together in prayer, her eyes closing in silent reverence. Shubman mirrored her actions, bowing his head as he offered his own prayers to the divine.

The sound of bells chiming filled the air, their melodious tones echoing through the temple. Saumya's voice joined in with the soft murmur of prayers, her words whispered with heartfelt sincerity. Both of them stood there seeking guidance and clarity amid uncertainty.

Unbeknownst to them, their presence in the temple did not go unnoticed by the other worshippers. Elderly couples smiled knowingly at each other, their eyes twinkling with amusement as they observed the two young cricketers deep in prayer.

"They make such a lovely couple, don't they?" an elderly woman spoke as her husband nodded.

"Yes, it's heartwarming to see young love blossoming amidst the chaos of the world."

Meanwhile, middle-aged devotees and the youth whispered amongst themselves, speculating about the nature of Shubman and Saumya's relationship.

 "Do you think they're dating?" someone asked. "Who knows? They could just be good friends." the other answered.

Lost in their own thoughts, Shubman couldn't help but steal glances at Saumya as they prayed. Her serene expression captivated him, filling him with a sense of peace he hadn't felt in a long time.

"She looks so... serene," he whispered to himself. For a fleeting moment, their eyes met, and in that brief exchange, Shubman felt a connection that transcended the boundaries of friendship. It was as if they were sharing a moment of silent understanding, a bond that went beyond words.

As the echoes of their prayers filled the temple, Shubman tore his gaze away from Saumya, a flush of embarrassment coloring his cheeks.

"Focus, Shubman. This is a place of worship," he muttered to himself.  Yet, despite his efforts to maintain his composure, Shubman couldn't shake the feeling that there was something special about this moment, something that defied explanation.

And as they stood side by side, immersed in their prayers, Shubman couldn't help but wonder what the future held for him and Saumya, their destinies intertwined in ways they were only beginning to comprehend.

As Shubman and Saumya stepped out of the temple, the warm sunlight greeted them, casting a golden glow over the bustling marketplace nearby. Saumya took a deep breath, her spirits lifted by the peaceful moments they had just experienced within the temple walls.

"Thank you for coming with me, Shubman. It means a lot," she spoke looking at him. Shubman smiled warmly, his eyes reflecting the sunlight as he glanced at Saumya. "Anytime, Saumya. I'm glad we could share that moment together."

As they strolled through the marketplace, Shubman's eyes lit up when he spotted a flower stall nestled between the bustling shops. A gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of jasmine flowers, beckoning them closer.

"Hey, Saumya, look! Jasmine flowers." Shubman exclaimed. Saumya's eyes widened with delight as she followed Shubman to the stall, her gaze lingering on the colorful array of blooms.

 "Oh, they're beautiful! Jasmine has always been my favorite."

Shubman turned to the elderly woman tending to the stall, his smile bright and genuine.

"How much for a small length of gajra?" he asked as the old woman's wrinkled face broke into a grin as she examined Shubman and Saumya.

 "Ah, young love! For you, my dear, I'll give you a special price," she answered as Shubman chuckled, handing over the money as the old woman carefully selected a small length of jasmine flowers, weaving them into a delicate gajra.

"Here you go, my dears. May these flowers bring you happiness and love." The elderly woman spoke handing it to him. Shubman took the gajra from the old woman, his fingers brushing against Saumya's as he reached to pin it in her hair. Saumya's cheeks flushed with color as she met Shubman's gaze, her heart fluttering with a mixture of surprise and joy.

 "There, perfect," he muttered. Saumya's smile was radiant as she touched the gajra in her hair, her eyes sparkling with gratitude.

 "Thank you, Shubman. It's beautiful," she answered smiling. Shubman's heart swelled with happiness as he watched Saumya's reaction, his own smile widening in response.

 "It suits you."

As they continued their walk through the marketplace, the scent of jasmine flowers lingered in the air, a sweet reminder of the special moment they had shared together. And as they laughed and talked, Shubman couldn't help but feel grateful for the serendipitous moments that brought them closer, their bond growing stronger with each passing day.

As Shubman and Saumya exited the temple, the vibrant energy of the bustling marketplace greeted them, the sounds of vendors hawking their wares mingling with the chatter of passersby. Saumya's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she took in the colorful array of shops lining the streets, while Shubman's gaze was fixed on her, a sense of contentment settling over him.

"Would you like to take a stroll around the area, Saumya?" he asked as Saumya nodded eagerly, her smile lighting up her face. "I'd love to, Shubman."

With a gentle gesture, Shubman offered his hand to Saumya, his heart skipping a beat as she looped her arm through his, her hand resting on his forearm. They walked in sync, their steps light and easy as they explored the bustling marketplace together.

As they strolled, the occasional passerby recognized them, their eyes widening with excitement as they approached for autographs and selfies. Shubman and Saumya graciously obliged, their smiles genuine as they interacted with their fans.

"Shubman, can I get your autograph?" a fan asked as he smiled. "Of course, here you go."Soon another fan approached them. "And can I get a selfie with both of you?" "Absolutely!" Saumya answered smiling. 

As the fans snapped photos and exchanged words of admiration, Shubman, and Saumya remained completely present at the moment, their focus solely on the interactions unfolding before them.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to them, the media had caught wind of their presence in the marketplace. Reporters and photographers lurked nearby, their cameras poised to capture every moment of Shubman and Saumya's stroll together.

"Quick, get a shot of them together. This could make for a great story." a reporter spoke as the photographer nodded. "On it."

With a click of the shutter, the photographer captured a candid moment of Shubman and Saumya walking hand in hand, their laughter filling the air. The image quickly made its way onto social media, accompanied by articles speculating about the nature of their relationship.

Back in the marketplace, Shubman and Saumya remained blissfully unaware of the media frenzy surrounding them. Their attention was fully focused on each other, their conversation flowing effortlessly as they meandered through the crowded streets.

Amidst the attention, Shubman and Saumya maintained their easy banter. Shubman, with a playful glint in his eyes, remarked, "Looks like our temple visit has turned into a public event. Who would've thought?"

Saumya chuckled, "Well, we did get the divine endorsement, as you said. It seems the universe wants to make sure everyone knows."

As they continued their stroll, Saumya couldn't help but notice the ease with which Shubman handled the attention. She teased, "You're quite the charmer, Shubman. I should take notes."

Shubman laughed, "Oh, please. You handle it just as well. Maybe we should start a charm school for cricketers."

Saumya raised an eyebrow, "And who would be the headmaster? You?"

Shubman smirked, "Well, I do have the advantage of being a senior charmer."

The banter flowed seamlessly, creating an atmosphere of camaraderie that extended beyond their roles as cricketers. The interactions with fans and the media became a shared experience, strengthening the bond between Shubman and Saumya.

As they approached a quiet garden within the temple premises, Shubman pointed towards a bench shaded by a large tree. "Fancy a break? We can enjoy the peace away from the cameras for a bit," he suggested.

Saumya agreed, and they settled on the bench, the serenity of the surroundings providing a welcome respite. The media, respecting their privacy for the moment, observed from a distance, allowing the cricketers a moment of quiet reflection.