As the India vs New Zealand test match series for the women's team unfolded, the men's team gathered in their dressing room to watch the game from India. Excitement filled the air as they settled in, eager to support their fellow cricketers in their quest for victory.

However, as the game progressed, the mood in the dressing room shifted from anticipation to concern. The bowling speed of the New Zealand team was exceptionally fast, resulting in several Indian players being hit by the ball. With each delivery, tensions rose as the players braced themselves for the next potentially dangerous delivery.

"Whoa, did you see that?" Ishan exclaimed, his eyes wide with disbelief as he watched a particularly aggressive delivery narrowly miss hitting the stumps.

"Yeah, these bowlers aren't holding back at all," Shubman observed, his brows furrowed with concern. "It's like they're trying to intimidate our players."

As the match continued, the men's team couldn't help but notice the growing hostility on the field. The New Zealand female cricketers seemed to relish in mocking the Indian team, taunting them with every opportunity and celebrating each wicket with exaggerated gestures.

"That's not cricket, that's just plain unsportsmanlike behaviour," Hardik remarked, his voice tinged with frustration as he watched the disrespectful actions of the opposing team.

Virat nodded in agreement, his jaw clenched with determination. "We need to show our support for our fellow cricketers," he declared, his tone firm as he glanced around the room at his teammates.

With a shared sense of solidarity, the men's team watched on, their hearts heavy with concern for their teammates on the field. As the game unfolded, they knew that they would stand united in support of their fellow cricketers, ready to defend the honour of Indian cricket against any form of hostility or disrespect.

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As the match progressed, the tension in the dressing room reached its peak as the Indian team's batsmen faced a barrage of aggressive deliveries from the New Zealand bowlers. With each ball, the men's team winced in sympathy as they watched their fellow cricketers endure painful blows to their hands, shoulders, and forearms.

"Ouch, that looked like it hurt," Jaiswal remarked, his voice filled with concern as he watched a particularly vicious bouncer strike the Indian batsman on the forearm.

Shubman shook his head in disbelief, his hands clenching into fists in frustration. "This is getting out of hand. It's like they're deliberately targeting our players," he muttered, his gaze fixed on the screen with a mixture of anger and concern.

Rohit's jaw tightened with determination as he watched another Indian batsman take a blow to the shoulder. "We can't let this continue. Our players are getting injured out there," he stated firmly, his voice echoing the shared sentiment of his teammates.

With each painful blow, the men's team felt a surge of indignation rise within them. The hostile tactics of the New Zealand team were not only endangering the safety of their fellow cricketers but also tarnishing the spirit of the game they loved.

"This needs to stop," Hardik declared, his voice tinged with frustration as he watched yet another Indian batsman grimace in pain after being struck by a fast delivery.

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As the tension in the dressing room reached a fever pitch, the men's team watched with bated breath as Saumya stepped up to bat for India. With her helmet in place, she stood tall at the crease, her focus unwavering despite the hostile bowling from the New Zealand team.

"Come on, Saumya!" Ishan cheered, his voice ringing out with encouragement as he watched her stance.

The room fell silent as Saumya prepared to face the next delivery. The tension was palpable as the bowler charged in, unleashing a thunderous delivery aimed straight at Saumya's stomach.

Gasps echoed through the dressing room as the ball made contact with Saumya's abdomen, causing her to stumble back in pain. With a grimace, she managed to regain her composure, moving to the side as she removed her helmet, revealing a look of determination etched on her face.

"Is she okay?" Shubman asked, his voice laced with concern as he watched Saumya grit her teeth, refusing to let the pain show.

Virat nodded, his eyes fixed on the screen. "She's tough, she'll bounce back," he replied, his voice filled with confidence in his teammate's resilience.

Saumya took a moment to catch her breath, her hands resting on her knees as she steadied herself. With a deep breath, she adjusted her grip on the bat, her gaze locked on the bowler with steely determination.

"She's not backing down," Hardik observed, admiration evident in his voice as he watched Saumya prepare to face the next delivery.

As Saumya continued to face the aggressive bowling of the New Zealand team, the men's team watched in awe and admiration, their hearts pounding with every blow she endured. With each delivery, their concern grew as Saumya took hit after hit, her determination shining through despite the pain.

"Oh, no," Ishan muttered, his hands clenching into fists as he watched Saumya take a blow to her shoulder.

Shubman's brows furrowed with worry as he observed Saumya grit her teeth, refusing to let the pain deter her. "She's taking a beating out there," he remarked, his voice filled with concern.

Virat nodded in agreement, his eyes glued to the screen as Saumya bravely faced each delivery. "She's a fighter, that's for sure," he commented, his voice tinged with admiration.

As Saumya continued to battle on, the men's team winced with each blow she endured, their hearts aching for their courageous teammate. When she took a particularly vicious delivery on her forearm, they couldn't help but cringe in sympathy, feeling her pain as if it were their own.

"Stay strong, Saumya," Hardik whispered, his voice filled with encouragement as he watched her shake off the pain and prepare to face the next ball.

But their concern reached new heights when Saumya took a blow directly on her hand, the impact causing a cut to appear on her skin, blood oozing out from the wound. Gasps of shock filled the room as the men's team watched in horror, their hearts clenching with worry for Saumya's well-being.

"Is she okay?" Shubman asked, his voice trembling with concern as he watched Saumya inspect her injured hand.

Virat's jaw tightened with determination as he witnessed Saumya's unwavering resolve. "She's tough as nails," he declared, his voice filled with pride for his teammate's bravery in the face of adversity.

With each blow she endured, Saumya's resilience and courage only served to inspire her teammates in the dressing room. They knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would stand by her side, ready to offer their support and admiration for her unwavering dedication to the game they all loved.

As the men's team watched in tense silence, their hearts clenched with concern as they witnessed Saumya's blood trickling down her hand from her elbow. The sight of her injury sent a collective shiver of worry through the room, their faces reflecting the gravity of the situation.

"Oh no, she's bleeding," Ishan exclaimed, his voice filled with alarm as he watched Saumya inspect her injured elbow.

Shubman's brows furrowed with concern as he leaned forward, his eyes glued to the screen. "How did that happen?" he wondered aloud, his mind racing with possibilities.

Virat's gaze sharpened as he observed Saumya's movements, his instincts as a captain kicking in. "It looks like she must have taken a tumble while running between the wickets," he surmised, his voice laced with concern.

Shreyas winced at the thought, his hands clenching into fists with worry. "That must have been one hard fall," he remarked, his voice filled with sympathy for Saumya's plight.

As the realization dawned on them, the men's team exchanged worried glances, their hearts heavy with concern for their teammate's well-being. They knew that Saumya's determination and resilience would see her through, but they couldn't help but worry about the toll the game was taking on her body.

"Saumya is one tough cookie," KL Rahul remarked, his voice filled with admiration for her courage in the face of adversity.

With each passing moment, Saumya's bravery and determination only served to deepen the men's team's respect and admiration for her. As she continued to stand strong at the crease, her bloodied hand gripping the bat with unwavering resolve, they knew that she was a force to be reckoned with, both on and off the field.

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As the tension in the dressing room reached a fever pitch, the men's team watched with bated breath as Saumya continued her incredible innings, her score standing at an impressive 194 off 247 balls. Every run she scored was met with cheers and applause from her teammates, their hearts swelling with pride at her remarkable performance.

"Come on, Saumya! You've got this!" Ishan exclaimed, his voice ringing out with encouragement as he watched her poised at the crease.

Shubman leaned forward in his seat, his eyes fixed on the screen as his girlfriend prepared to face the next delivery. "She's so close to a double century," he remarked, his voice filled with anticipation.

Virat nodded in agreement, his gaze unwavering as he observed Saumya's focused demeanour. "She's playing brilliantly," he commented, a note of admiration in his voice.

But their excitement turned to concern as the next delivery flew past Saumya's face, narrowly missing her by inches. Gasps of shock echoed through the dressing room as they watched her stumble backwards, her eyes blazing with determination.

"What was that?!" Hardik exclaimed, his voice tinged with disbelief as he watched the close call.

Saumya's frustration was evident as she turned to confront the bowler, her words sharp and impassioned. The dressing room fell silent as they watched the heated exchange unfold on the screen, their hearts pounding with a mixture of worry and anticipation.

"Wow, she's not backing down," Shreyas remarked, his eyes wide with admiration as he watched Saumya hold her ground.

As the argument continued, the men's team couldn't help but feel a surge of pride for their teammate's fierce determination and refusal to be intimidated. They knew that Saumya was giving her all for the team, and they stood united in their support for her, ready to cheer her on until the very end.

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As tensions simmered in the dressing room after Saumya's confrontation with the bowler, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation. The men's team watched intently as Smriti approached Saumya, her calming presence a welcome sight amidst the heated exchange.

"Smriti knows just what to say," Ishan remarked, a hint of relief in his voice as he observed the two teammates deep in conversation.

Shubman nodded in agreement, his eyes flickering with concern as he watched the exchange unfold. "Saumya needs someone to help her refocus," he remarked, his voice filled with empathy.

With Smriti's soothing words of encouragement, Saumya visibly relaxed, her tense shoulders sagging with relief as she took a deep breath. The dressing room breathed a collective sigh of relief, their worries easing as they saw Saumya's demeanor shift from anger to determination.

"She's got her focus back," Virat observed, a sense of pride evident in his tone as he watched Saumya's renewed determination.

As Saumya returned to her stance at the crease, the men's team watched with bated breath, their hearts pounding with anticipation. They knew that Saumya was capable of greatness, and they were eager to see her channel her emotions into her performance on the field.

And then, as if on cue, the next delivery came hurtling towards Saumya with the same aggression as before. But this time, Saumya was ready. With lightning reflexes, she stepped into the ball and unleashed a powerful stroke, sending it soaring out of the stadium with a resounding crack of the bat.

"Wow, what a shot!" Rahul exclaimed, his voice filled with awe as he watched the ball disappear into the stands.

The dressing room erupted into cheers and applause as Saumya's incredible shot registered on the scoreboard, her score soaring to new heights. In that moment, she had not only silenced her critics but also reaffirmed her place as one of the finest cricketers in the game.

"That's our Saumya!" Shreyas declared, a wide grin spreading across his face as he watched his teammate's incredible display of skill and determination.

With each run scored and boundary hit, Saumya's resilience and courage inspired her teammates in the dressing room, reminding them of the power of perseverance and determination in the face of adversity. And as the match continued, they stood united in their support for Saumya, ready to cheer her on until the very end.

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As Saumya reached her monumental score of 200, the dressing room erupted into a frenzy of cheers and applause. The men's team watched in awe and admiration as Saumya removed her helmet, her face beaming with pride and satisfaction.

"200 runs! What a milestone!" Ishan exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement as he joined in the applause.

Shubman's eyes widened in amazement as he watched Saumya raise her hands triumphantly, a smirk playing on her lips. "She's done it," he murmured, a sense of awe colouring his tone.

Virat nodded in agreement, a smile of pride gracing his features as he watched Saumya's jubilant celebration. "She's made history today," he declared, his voice ringing with admiration for his teammate's incredible achievement.

The dressing room buzzed with excitement as Saumya's remarkable feat was celebrated by her teammates. They knew that her incredible innings would go down in history as one of the greatest performances in the game of cricket.

"That's our Saumya," Hardik remarked, his voice filled with pride as he watched his teammate bask in the glory of her achievement.

As Saumya's name lit up the scoreboard, the men's team cheered her on with unbridled enthusiasm, their hearts filled with admiration for her skill, determination, and unwavering commitment to the game they all loved.

And as the match continued, they knew that Saumya's incredible innings would serve as a source of inspiration for generations of cricketers to come, a testament to the power of passion, perseverance, and sheer determination to overcome any obstacle and achieve greatness on the cricket field.

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As the lunch break arrived for the women's team, the players made their way off the field, leaving Saumya to be attended to by the team physio. In the dressing room, the men's team watched intently as the scene unfolded on screen, their concern for Saumya evident in their expressions.

"Looks like she's getting some medical attention," Ishan observed, his voice tinged with concern as he watched Saumya being approached by the team physio.

Shubman nodded, his eyes fixed on the screen as he observed the interaction between Saumya and the physio. "She must be feeling the effects of those blows she took earlier," he remarked, his voice filled with empathy.

As Saumya sat on the bench, the physio handed her a bottle of water, which she gratefully accepted. The men's team watched in silence as Saumya took a few sips, her expression betraying the exhaustion and fatigue she must have been feeling after her marathon innings.

"She's been through a lot out there," Virat commented, his voice filled with sympathy as he watched Saumya wipe away the sweat from her brow.

Their concern only deepened as they watched the physio roll up Saumya's sleeves, revealing the telltale red marks on her arms – a stark reminder of the physical toll the game had taken on her.

"Oh, those marks look painful," Hardik remarked, a frown creasing his brow as he observed the bruises on Saumya's skin.

The dressing room fell silent as the men's team watched Saumya receive medical attention, their hearts heavy with worry for their teammate's well-being. They knew that Saumya was a fighter, but seeing her endure the physical pain of the game served as a stark reminder of the sacrifices she made for the love of cricket.

As Saumya received treatment, the men's team vowed to support her in any way they could, whether it be through words of encouragement or simply being there for her when she needed it most. They knew that Saumya's resilience and determination would see her through, but they also understood the importance of standing by her side during her moments of vulnerability.

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As the match resumed after the lunch break, Saumya returned to the crease with renewed determination, her focus unwavering despite the physical toll of her innings. The men's team watched intently as she took her stance, her bat poised and ready as she prepared to face the next delivery.

"Here she goes again," Ishan remarked, his voice filled with anticipation as Saumya readied herself for the challenge ahead.

Shubman nodded in agreement, a sense of excitement coursing through him as he watched Saumya square up to the bowler. "She's on fire today," he declared, his voice filled with admiration for his teammate's incredible skill.

Virat's eyes gleamed with pride as he observed Saumya's confident demeanor at the crease. "Watch closely, boys. This could be something special," he remarked, his voice tinged with excitement.

And then, as if on cue, the first ball of the over was delivered, and Saumya wasted no time in dispatching it to the boundary with a powerful stroke. The dressing room erupted into cheers and applause as the ball sailed over the ropes, the first of many sixes to come.

"That's the way to do it, Saumya!" Hardik exclaimed, his voice filled with admiration as he watched the ball disappear into the stands.

The excitement only grew as Saumya continued to dominate the over, sending each delivery crashing into the boundary with precision and power. Six after six flew off her bat, leaving the fielding team reeling and the spectators in awe of her incredible display of batting prowess.

"Unbelievable!" Shreyas exclaimed, his eyes wide with amazement as he watched Saumya's onslaught unfold.

With each successive six, Saumya's confidence soared her determination to make her mark on the game evident for all to see. The men's team watched in awe as she single-handedly dismantled the opposition's bowling attack, her score skyrocketing with each thunderous stroke of the bat.

"That's our Saumya, making history once again," Virat remarked, a sense of pride swelling in his chest as he watched his teammate's incredible performance.

As the over came to an end, Saumya's tally stood at nearly 36 runs – an astonishing achievement that left the men's team in awe of her talent and determination. They knew that they were witnessing something special, a performance that would be remembered for years to come in the annals of cricketing history. And as the match continued, they stood united in their support for Saumya, ready to cheer her on as she continued to showcase her extraordinary skills on the field.

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As the innings for the New Zealand players to bat arrived, the tension in the dressing room mounted as the men's team watched intently on screen. Their eyes were fixed on Saumya, the captain of the Indian team for the series, as she engaged in an intense conversation with her team.

Shubman leaned forward in his seat, his brow furrowed with curiosity as he tried to decipher Saumya's words. "I wonder what she's saying to them," he mused, his voice tinged with intrigue.

Virat nodded in agreement, his gaze unwavering as he observed Saumya's determined expression. "She looks like she means business," he remarked, a note of admiration in his voice.

The dressing room fell silent as they watched Saumya address her team, her words carrying a sense of urgency and purpose that was palpable even through the screen. The audience, the commentators, and even the boys in the dressing room strained to hear, but Saumya's words remained shrouded in mystery.

"I wish we could hear what she's saying," Ishan muttered, his frustration evident as he leaned closer to the screen in an attempt to catch any snippet of conversation.

But despite their efforts, Saumya's words remained elusive, known only to her and her team. The dressing room buzzed with anticipation as they waited to see how Saumya's strategic planning would unfold on the field.

As the match resumed and the New Zealand players took to the crease, the men's team watched with keen interest, eager to see Saumya's tactics in action. With 60 overs ahead of them and Saumya gunning for all 10 wickets, the stage was set for an intense battle of skill and strategy.

"She's going for broke," Hardik remarked, his voice filled with admiration for Saumya's bold approach to the game.

As the match began and the Indian team took to the field, there was an undeniable sense of determination and focus among the players. The men's team watched intently from the dressing room as Saumya led her team onto the field, her eyes shining with confidence and determination.

"Look at them go," Shubman remarked, his voice filled with admiration as he watched the Indian players take their positions on the field.

Virat nodded in agreement, a sense of pride evident in his tone. "They're showing their strength right from the start," he remarked, his eyes flickering with excitement.

As the overs ticked by, the Indian team showcased their skill and prowess on the field, taking wickets with precision bowling, sharp fielding, and brilliant catches. The dressing room erupted into cheers and applause with each success, their support for the team unwavering.

"Another one down!" Hardik exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement as he watched a New Zealand batswoman lose her wicket to a brilliant catch by one of the Indian fielders.

Amidst the flurry of activity on the field, the camera panned to Saumya, who wore a confident smirk as she walked past the New Zealand batswoman whose wicket she had just claimed. Her eyes gleamed with determination as she exchanged a few words with her teammates, her leadership on full display for all to see.

"That's our captain," Ishan remarked, a sense of admiration in his voice as he watched Saumya's confident stride.

With each wicket taken and each run saved, the Indian team continued to assert their dominance on the field, leaving the New Zealand players struggling to keep up with their pace and intensity. And as the match progressed, the men's team watched with pride and excitement, knowing that victory was within reach with Saumya at the helm leading the charge.

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As the match came to a thrilling conclusion and India emerged victorious, the dressing room erupted into cheers and applause. The men's team watched with bated breath as the camera panned to the Indian team celebrating their hard-fought win on screen.

"Look at them go! What a victory!" exclaimed Ishan, his voice filled with excitement as he watched the scenes of jubilation unfold.

Shubman nodded in agreement, a wide grin spreading across his face as he observed the celebrations. "They deserve every bit of it," he remarked, his tone filled with pride for his teammates.

But amidst the joyous celebrations, the camera zoomed in on Saumya's face, her expression a mix of pride and emotion. The men's team watched in silence as they noticed tear stains on her cheeks, a testament to the intense emotions she must have been feeling in that moment.

"Saumya..." Virat murmured, his voice soft with empathy as he watched his teammate's emotional reaction to the victory.

As Saumya stood alone on the sidelines, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, Jemi, one of her teammates, approached her and enveloped her in a tight hug. The dressing room fell silent as they watched the tender moment between the two teammates, their bond evident in the embrace.

"Sometimes, the weight of leadership can be heavy," remarked Shreyas, his voice tinged with understanding as he observed Saumya's struggle to contain her emotions.

"And the fact that this was her first test series as the team captain," Rohit muttered.

The men's team watched in silent solidarity as Saumya allowed herself to be comforted by her teammate, the raw emotion of the moment serving as a poignant reminder of the sacrifices and challenges that come with leading a team to victory.

As the celebrations continued on screen, the dressing room remained silent, their hearts filled with admiration and respect for Saumya and the Indian team. They knew that this victory was not just a triumph on the cricket field, but a testament to the resilience, determination, and unwavering spirit of their captain and her teammates.

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As the camera focused on Saumya and Jemi, the men's team watched intently as Jemi rolled up Saumya's long sleeve, revealing a large red mark on her forearm. A collective gasp escaped their lips as they observed the bruise, a stark reminder of the physical toll the game had taken on their captain.

"Wow, that looks painful," remarked Hardik, his voice filled with concern as he watched Saumya pull her arm away, clearly uncomfortable with the attention on her injury.

Shubman's brows furrowed with worry as he observed the mark on Saumya's arm. "She must have taken quite a blow," he murmured, his tone tinged with empathy.

But despite the visible evidence of her struggles, Saumya maintained her composure, throwing her arm around Jemi's shoulder as they walked together. The men's team watched in awe as Saumya displayed her trademark resilience and strength, refusing to let her injury dampen her spirits or detract from the celebrations.

"She's a true leader," remarked Virat, his voice filled with admiration as he watched Saumya navigate the moment with grace and dignity.

As Saumya and Jemi disappeared from view, the dressing room fell silent, their hearts filled with a newfound respect and admiration for their captain. They knew that Saumya's leadership extended far beyond the boundaries of the cricket field, encompassing courage, resilience, and an unwavering commitment to her team and her sport.

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As the celebrations continued on screen, the men's team watched with eager anticipation, their eyes glued to the unfolding scenes of joy and camaraderie. Suddenly, they saw Smriti running towards Saumya with unbridled enthusiasm, her face lit up with a radiant smile.

"Here comes Smriti," exclaimed Ishan, his voice filled with excitement as he watched his teammate approach Saumya.

Shubman leaned forward, his anticipation mounting as he awaited the moment of reunion between the two players. "Looks like she's got something in mind," he remarked, a hint of amusement in his tone.

As Smriti reached Saumya, she leapt into the air, wrapping her arms around Saumya's neck and her legs around her waist in a tight hug. Saumya, caught off guard by the sudden embrace, instinctively wrapped her arms around Smriti's waist, supporting her weight as they shared a heartfelt embrace.

The dressing room erupted into cheers and applause as they watched the heartwarming display of affection between the two teammates. Their bond was evident in the way they clung to each other, their smiles reflecting the deep camaraderie and friendship that existed between them.

"Talk about a reunion," remarked Hardik, his voice filled with admiration as he watched the scene unfold.

Virat nodded in agreement, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he observed the genuine affection between Saumya and Smriti. "That's what teamwork is all about," he remarked, his tone filled with pride for his teammates.

As Saumya and Smriti shared a few words and exchanged laughter, the dressing room was filled with a sense of warmth and camaraderie. They knew that moments like these were what made the victories and the challenges of cricket worthwhile – the bonds forged on and off the field that transcended the game itself.

With a renewed sense of unity and purpose, the men's team watched on, their hearts filled with pride and admiration for Saumya, Smriti, and the entire Indian team. They knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, united in their pursuit of excellence and success.

As the award ceremony commenced and the Indian team was presented with the coveted trophy, the men's team watched with rapt attention, their eyes fixed on the screen as Saumya, the captain, stood at the forefront of the group.

"There it is, the moment we've all been waiting for," remarked Shubman, his voice filled with excitement as he watched the proceedings unfold.

With bated breath, the men's team observed as the trophy was handed over to the Indian team, their hearts swelling with pride as they witnessed the culmination of their hard work and dedication.

But then, to their surprise, they saw Saumya gesture towards Deepti and Jemi, indicating for them to go forward and accept the trophy on behalf of the team.

"Did you see that?" exclaimed Ishan, his voice filled with admiration as he watched Saumya's selfless gesture.

Virat nodded in agreement, a smile of appreciation gracing his lips. "That's true leadership right there," he remarked, his tone filled with respect for his fellow captain.

As Deepti and Jemi stepped forward to accept the trophy, the dressing room erupted into cheers and applause, their admiration for Saumya's humility and grace evident in their enthusiastic response.

"Class act, Saumya," remarked Hardik, his voice filled with admiration as he watched his teammate's selfless gesture.

As the ceremony concluded and the Indian team celebrated their victory, the men's team couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and gratitude towards their captain and her teammates. 

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A while later, the boys gathered around a table, flipping through photos from the award ceremony on their phones. Excitement filled the air as they relived the moments of triumph and celebration captured in the images.

"Check this out!" exclaimed Shubman, his eyes lighting up as he held up his phone to show the others a photo of Saumya kissing the trophy. "Now that's a winning moment right there."

The others crowded around, their eyes widening in awe as they admired the image of Saumya, her face alight with joy and pride as she pressed her lips to the gleaming trophy.

"Absolute legend," remarked Ishan, his voice filled with admiration as he studied the photo.

As they scrolled through more photos, they came across another image that brought smiles to their faces. In this photo, the entire team stood together, their arms linked as they posed proudly with the trophy. Some were standing tall, while others were comfortably seated on the grass, their expressions a mix of happiness and camaraderie.

"Look at that team spirit," commented Hardik, a grin spreading across his face as he admired the photo.

"It's moments like these that make all the hard work worth it," added Virat, his tone filled with pride for his teammates.

As they continued to reminisce about the ceremony, the boys couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the bonds of friendship and camaraderie that had been forged on and off the field. They knew that these memories would be cherished for years to come, serving as a reminder of the incredible journey they had embarked upon together as a team.

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On the other side, in the Indian women's team dressing room, Saumya entered with a mixture of exhaustion and pride etched on her face. She carefully removed her jersey, wincing slightly as she peeled it off her bruised skin, and placed it in her locker with a sense of relief.

"Rough game today, Saumya?" asked Deepti, noticing the fatigue in Saumya's movements as she settled down on the bench.

Saumya nodded her expression a mix of weariness and satisfaction. "Yeah, it was intense out there. Those fast bowlers really gave us a run for our money," she replied, her voice tinged with admiration for their opponents.

As she lay back on the bench, Saumya winced as she felt the ache of bruises spread across her body. Her muscles protested against the exertion of the game, reminding her of the physical toll it had taken on her.

Deepti approached her with a sympathetic smile, offering a bottle of cold water. "Here, take a sip. You did amazing out there," she said, her voice filled with genuine admiration for her captain.

Saumya accepted the water gratefully, taking a long sip to quench her thirst. "Thanks, Deepti. We all gave it our best shot," she replied, her tone reflecting her pride in her team's performance.

As she lay there, surrounded by her teammates, Saumya couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie and solidarity. Despite the bruises and the pain, she knew that every moment on the field had been worth it, knowing that they had fought with all their heart and soul.

With a sigh of contentment, Saumya closed her eyes, allowing herself to bask in the warmth of her teammates' support and the sense of achievement that came with giving their all on the cricket field. 

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As Saumya lay on the bench, feeling the soothing relief of the painkiller spray applied by Smriti, her attention was momentarily diverted by the ringing of her phone. With a groan of discomfort, she reached for her phone, her movements slow and deliberate as she answered the call without even checking the caller ID.

"Hello?" Saumya greeted, her voice strained with a hint of pain as she brought the phone to her ear.

"Hey, sweetheart, it's me," came Shubman's voice from the other end of the line. "I just wanted to check in and see how you're doing."

Saumya's lips curved into a faint smile at the sound of his voice. "Hey, Shubman," she replied, her voice softening with affection despite the discomfort she was feeling. "I'm okay, just a bit sore from the game."

Shubman's brow furrowed with concern as he heard the strain in Saumya's voice. "Are you sure you're okay? You sound like you're in pain," he remarked, his tone filled with worry.

Saumya let out a soft sigh, her breath hitching slightly as she shifted on the bench. "Yeah, just a few bruises and sore muscles. Nothing I can't handle," she reassured him, though her voice betrayed her discomfort.

Shubman's concern deepened as he listened to Saumya's words. "I wish I could be there with you, to help you feel better," he confessed, his voice laced with regret.

Saumya's heart warmed at his words, grateful for his unwavering support. "Just hearing your voice helps, Shubman," she admitted, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips despite the pain she was feeling.

As they continued to talk, Shubman could hear Saumya groan and hiss slightly, prompting him to express his concern once again. "Darling, please take care of yourself. Don't push yourself too hard," he urged, his tone filled with genuine care and affection.

Saumya nodded, her eyes closing briefly as she absorbed his words. "I will, Shubman. Thank you for always being there for me," she replied, her voice filled with gratitude.

As their conversation continued, Saumya couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and comfort wash over her, despite the physical discomfort she was experiencing. Shubman's words of care and concern were like a soothing balm to her weary soul, offering her the strength and support she needed to endure the pain.

"Thank you, Shubman. I really appreciate your concern," Saumya expressed sincerely, a soft smile gracing her lips as she spoke.

"It's the least I can do, Saumya. You mean a lot to me," Shubman replied, his voice gentle and reassuring.

Saumya's heart fluttered at his words, her affection for him growing stronger with each passing moment. "You mean a lot to me too, Shubman," she confessed, her voice filled with emotion.

For a moment, they simply basked in the warmth of their connection, finding solace in the simple act of being there for each other, even from a distance. Despite the challenges they faced, their bond remained unwavering, a beacon of strength and support in times of need.

As their conversation drew to a close, Saumya couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for having Shubman in her life. He was more than just a friend or a teammate – he was her rock, her confidant, and her pillar of strength.

"Take care of yourself, Saumya. And remember, I'm always here for you," Shubman reassured her before they bid each other goodbye.

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As the days stretched on, Shubman found himself eagerly preparing for Saumya's return. He cleaned the house from top to bottom, ensuring everything was in perfect order for her homecoming. He stocked the fridge with her favourite snacks and drinks, wanting to make sure she felt welcomed and comfortable as soon as she stepped through the door.

In between his preparations, Shubman kept himself occupied with cricket training and team meetings, but his thoughts always drifted back to Saumya. He found himself constantly checking his phone for messages or updates about her matches, eager for any news from her.

Finally, the day of Saumya's return arrived, and Shubman's excitement reached a fever pitch. He practically counted down the minutes until her flight was due to land, unable to contain his anticipation any longer.

As he stood at the airport terminal, scanning the crowd for a glimpse of Saumya, his heart raced with anticipation. And then, finally, he spotted her, striding confidently through the arrivals gate, her cricket bag slung over her shoulder.

"Saumya!" Shubman called out, his voice filled with joy as he rushed forward to greet her. Saumya's face lit up with a radiant smile as she spotted him, and she hurried forward to meet him in a tight embrace.

"Shubman!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with relief and happiness. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too," Shubman replied, his arms wrapped tightly around her. "Welcome home, love."

Together, they made their way out of the airport, hand in hand, ready to embark on the next chapter of their journey together. As they drove back home, Shubman couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him, knowing that Saumya was finally back where she belonged, by his side.