Random scrap <33

The weather was soothing, quite different from the usual chilling of early January. People were rejoicing the sun's rays and warmth as they soaked in the festivities of the new year, on the streets and shops.

Everything is so bright and all smiles, totally different from her point of view. You can't blame Y/N although. Spending the first week of a new year without her loved one is what none would want to experience.

But she has to, again, for another year.

She isn't disappointed though. How could she blame him? Shubman Gill? The cricketer who's out of home for at least 10 months thanks to high tight schedule and is as helpless as her. He longs for her beside him, when he's there, representing the nation with pride. But given her work pressure, and familial responsibilities, she can't do so every time.

Distance teaches us to love, respect and adore harder. And it was so and much more for Shubman Gill and his beloved, Y/N L/N Gill, his wife, his soulmate, his lover, his own, the owner of his everything.

Y/N was at this restaurant, babbling about her life and how she came to experience adultery thanks to her life choices (read her subject and internship). He was curious about the woman sitting behind him, talking her heart out without any care in the world.

Soft chuckles escaped his lips at her rants and he had to be a creep literally and mumble, "Cute." And a lot of things. She, having heard that, had to turn around with a scowl, only to have added looks of surprises and disbelief on her face on seeing him. The famous personality. A deep blush coated her cheeks as she has bit back the words she has planned for the nosey guy.

They again met when she had checked in the hotel the Indian Cricket Team was staying, in Melbourne. He was sitting in the lobby, going through his phone, waiting his turn for check-in when the familiar perfume filled his nostrils. The lavender perfume he had sniff of only once, when he met that cute woman.

His eyes shot up, as all the incidents of that day came flooding in. His orbs searched through the place, until it fell on her. She had noticed him too, so sent a small wave at him with this unintentional frown. And damn his heart and gut did somersaults.

He pondered upon a lot and finally decided to have a talk, but didn't mustered up and lost her in the sea of time.

One is something. Two is a coincidence. Three is something to really analyse.

So he took no chances and approached her in this party he was present, and had spotted her, looking elegant in this Georgette saree, minimal make-up and that natural glow.

And that's how it started.

Thinking he might lose the chance to ask her, he approached, and what happened is for the history books.