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Shubman tiptoed into Pashmina's room, moving with deliberate care, trying not to make a sound. His plan was simple: surprise her. Pashmina was sitting on the bed, legs folded beneath her, a book resting in her lap, and glasses perched on her nose. She seemed completely absorbed in her reading.

Just as he was about to say something, her soft voice broke the silence.

"Welcome, Shubman."

He froze mid-step, his eyes wide in surprise. How did she know? He had been so careful! Pashmina didn't even glance up, her calm demeanour making it seem like she had sensed him from the very beginning.

Shubman scratched the back of his head and chuckled awkwardly, stepping fully into the room. "How did you know I was here?" he asked, both caught and amused.

Finally, Pashmina looked up, her eyes sparkling with a playful glint. "You're not as sneaky as you think," she teased, closing her book and removing her glasses. "And besides, your cologne always gives you away."

Shubman raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Oh? And what do I smell like, then?" he asked playfully.

Pashmina set her book aside and stood up, wrapping her arms around Shubman in a warm hug. As she nestled close, she whispered, "You smell like the Punjab fields just before the rain arrives."

Shubman smiled, his eyes closing in contentment as he pulled her closer by the waist. "And you smell like saffron, cedarwood, and rosewater," he murmured.

Pashmina buried her face in his shoulder and swayed gently with him. "That sounds like Kashmir," she said softly.

Shubman looked back, gazing into Pashmina's dark eyes. "You remind me of Kashmirβ€”your name, your scent, your features, everything," he said softly.

Pashmina poked his dimples with a playful smile. "Well, I was born there, so I have to hold its essence. And I'm glad that it's a part of how you see me."

"Really?" Shubman asked, widening his eyes in surprise.

Pashmina nodded excitedly. "Yes, I was born there. That's why Mumma and Daddy named me Pashminaβ€”because it means 'soft like the finest wool' in Kashmir. They wanted my name to reflect where I came from and the warmth of the place."

Shubman's eyes softened as he listened to her. "That's such a beautiful reason for your name. It makes perfect sense nowβ€”everything about you seems to capture that essence."

Pashmina smiled warmly. "Thank you. I've always felt a deep connection to my roots, and it's nice to know that you see it too."

Shubman gently brushed a strand of hair from her face. "I'm glad I could recognize it. It's like you bring a piece of Kashmir with you wherever you go."

Pashmina blushed slightly, her eyes shining with appreciation. "And you bring a sense of familiarity and comfort into my life, even from so far away."

Shubman held her close and asked, "Have you ever visited Kashmir since you were born?"

Pashmina shook her head softly. "No, I haven't been back since I was born. It's always been a dream of mine to visit Kashmir, to see the place that holds so much of my heritage."

Shubman's grip tightened slightly as he held her close. "I hope you get to go one day. It's a beautiful place, and it would be amazing for you to experience it firsthand."

Pashmina nodded sadly. "Let's see when I'll be able to go." She sighed, leaning into Shubman's embrace, finding comfort in his presence.

Shubman's mind raced with an idea. "Mina, how about we go after my IPL? I have a long break before the international matches start. We could go, you know, visit Kashmir together."

Pashmina's eyes widened with fear. She clutched Shubman's shirt tightly, shaking her head vehemently. "No, no," she whispered, her voice trembling. The thought of leaving her sanctuary, her comfort zone of the past three years, was too overwhelming.

Shubman gently cupped her face, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had begun to form. "Mina, it's okay to be scared," he said softly. "But this could be a chance for you to reconnect with a part of yourself that's been lost in the darkness."

Pashmina's gaze was locked onto his, her fear palpable. "I've been hiding here for so long," she whispered. "What if going back makes things worse? What if I can't handle it?"

Shubman's voice was gentle but firm. "Mina, if you don't take steps, you might find it even harder to come out of this. I'm not asking you to decide right away. We have a month before we need to go. You have time to think about it."

Pashmina clung to his shirt, her tears soaking into the fabric as she sobbed. "I'm scared," she said, her voice trembling. "I can't leave this place. I just can't."

He rubbed her back gently, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Do you trust me?" he asked softly.

Pashmina trembled, her lips and cheeks red from crying. She whispered, "I do, I do trust you. But it scares me to go out into the light and all the noise. It makes my mind go numb."

Shubman held her fingers, gently kissing them, and looked deeply into her eyes. "Do you feel the darkness in your life a little less when I'm with you?" he asked, his gaze searching her soul.

Pashmina moved closer to him, her face wet with tears as she gazed into his brown eyes. She closed her eyes, remembering the first moment they met. "When you stood at the doorway shrouded in darkness," she whispered, "you seemed like the light at the end of the tunnel."

Shubman leaned forward, kissing her forehead and letting his lips linger there for a moment. "Then let the light guide you," he said softly, "just trust that the light won't do any harm."

Pashmina took a shuddering breath, her tears still fresh on her cheeks. "Okay," she whispered, her voice trembling but filled with a faint glimmer of hope. "I'll try. I want to believe that you're right."

Shubman gently pulled Pashmina towards the bed, a soft smile on his face. "Let's start with a baby step," he said. "How about we light a lamp?"

Pashmina looked at him, puzzled. "A lamp? What do you mean?" she asked, her confusion evident.

Shubman switched on the lamp, the room filling with a warm, soft glow. "This is what I mean," he said gently.

When he turned around, he saw Pashmina, her hands covering her eyes, clearly frightened by the light.

Shubman walked over to her, kneeling to be at her level. "Mina, it's just a small light," he said softly, trying to reassure her. "It won't hurt you. It's just here to help guide us."

Pashmina slowly peeked through her fingers, her eyes squinting at the light. "It's so bright," she whispered, her voice scared.

Shubman picked up the book from the bedside table and gently guided Pashmina to sit with her back against the headboard. Her eyes were tightly shut, her breathing uneven.

"Open your eyes now," he instructed softly. "I want you to listen to me read from this book. The light will be on the pages, but you won't need to see it directly."

Pashmina, her tears still falling, opened her eyes and reached for her glasses, which she had set aside with her book. She fumbled for a moment, struggling to locate them, but finally managed to find them. She adjusted them on her face, though she kept her gaze averted from the light.

Pashmina began reading, her voice trembling and choking as she fought her fear of the light. Each word felt like a struggle, but she gradually found some comfort as she felt Shubman's thumb gently caressing the back of her hand. The soothing touch helped her relax, making the words flow more smoothly as she continued reading.

Slowly and steadily, Pashmina's fear began to dissipate as she immersed herself in the story. Her voice, once trembling, grew steadier and more confident, carrying the emotions and nuances of the novel with grace. The pages came alive with the tale she read, her inflexions conveying the depth of the characters and the richness of the plot.

Pashmina read aloud a line from the book that struck a deep chord with her situation. Her voice faltered slightly at the end of the sentence, but she took a deep breath and pressed on, determined to finish the passage.

_It wasn't a question of what you deserved; it was a question of how to get through the day."_

As Pashmina continued reading, each line from the book seemed to draw her further into its world. She found herself gradually overcoming her fear of the light. With every word she spoke, the darkness that had once seemed so comforting began to recede, replaced by a growing sense of courage and resilience.

Shubman held Pashmina gently by her shoulders, his arms wrapping around her securely. He pressed a soft kiss to the side of her head, his gaze fixed on her as she faced her fear with quiet courage.

Virat and Mumma Kohli watched quietly from the doorway. Virat, who had come home for a brief respite between matches, gazed at his baby sister and Shubman with a soft, approving look. He murmured to his mother, "As he holds her in his arms, I can see her beginning to heal."

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