Shubman stirred awake the next morning, the soft rays of sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains. He reached out instinctively to pull Thalia closer, only to feel the empty, cool space beside him. His brows furrowed as he opened his eyes fully, blinking away the sleep.

"Baby?" he called out, his voice husky with sleep.

The room was quiet, save for the faint sound of birds chirping outside. He sat up, rubbing a hand over his face, his toned chest on display as the duvet fell to his waist. His black silk pajama bottoms—Louis Vuitton, courtesy of Thalia's recent splurge—clung to him comfortably.

Sliding out of bed, he grabbed the ivory robe hanging on the chair and tied it loosely around his waist. His hair was a messy halo, his stubble thicker than usual, but he didn't care. He was more focused on finding Thalia.

"Where the hell did you run off to, baby?" he muttered, stepping out of the bedroom.

As he padded barefoot through the hallway, the scent of fresh coffee hit him. He followed it to the kitchen, and there she was.

Thalia stood by the kitchen counter, her back to him, humming softly to herself. She was wearing one of his white button-down shirts—her favorite thing to steal—paired with tiny black shorts that barely peeked out from under the shirt. Her legs were bare, save for the delicate anklet he'd gifted her months ago, and her hair was tied up in a loose bun, with a few strands framing her face.

The sight made him freeze for a second, a smirk creeping onto his face. "Well, good morning, Mrs. Gill," he drawled, leaning against the doorway.

She turned, startled at first, before breaking into a smile. "Good morning, Mr. Gill. I didn't mean to wake you."

"You didn't," he said, walking toward her. "But I didn't like waking up without you."

Thalia chuckled, turning back to pour him a cup of coffee. "I thought I'd let you sleep in. You had a long day yesterday, you know, what with marrying the love of your life and all."

He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling into her neck. "You're damn right I married the love of my life," he murmured, his lips brushing against her skin. "But that doesn't mean you get to sneak out of bed without me."

"Shubs," she laughed, tilting her head as his stubble tickled her. "I'm making breakfast!"

He glanced at the counter, spotting a plate of toast, eggs, and a bowl of fruit. "You're too good for me, you know that?"

"I know," she teased, turning in his arms to face him. Her hands rested on his chest, fingers trailing over the faint marks she'd left there the night before. "But you're not so bad yourself."

He kissed her forehead, then her nose, and finally her lips, slow and lingering. "What did I do to deserve you?" he whispered.

"You stole my heart, Shubman Gill," she replied with a grin. "And you never gave it back."

"Well," he said, smirking as he tightened his hold on her, "it's mine now. Forever."

"Forever," she echoed, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him again.

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Later that day, after their quiet morning together, Thalia found herself scrolling through her phone, reliving the magic of their wedding through the countless pictures taken. She picked a few of her favorites and posted them on Instagram with a simple caption:

"Still feels like a dream. #MrAndMrsGill 💍🌸"

The post immediately exploded with likes and comments. Fans, friends, and family all showered them with love and congratulations.

Shubman, lounging on the couch with his legs stretched out, noticed the buzz on his own phone. He smirked, knowing exactly what had caused it.

Looking up, he saw Thalia seated cross-legged on the armchair, engrossed in reading the comments. Her face glowed with happiness, and it warmed his heart.

"Hey, Mrs. Gill," he called out lazily, twisting the wedding band on his finger.

"Hmm?" she replied, not looking up from her screen.

"Can I ask you something?" he said, sitting up straighter, his tone soft but laced with seriousness.

Her attention immediately shifted to him. "Of course. What's on your mind?"

He hesitated for a moment, running a hand through his hair. "When you first met me, did you ever imagine... this?" He gestured vaguely around the room, at the wedding pictures scattered on the coffee table, at the life they'd built together.

Thalia blinked, caught off guard by the sudden question. "Shubs, what do you mean?"

"I mean," he said, leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees, "a guy like me—always on the road, obsessed with cricket, barely able to promise stability. Did you ever think this life could actually work for you? That I could be enough for you?"

His words hit her like a wave. She set her phone down, rising from the chair to walk over to him. Kneeling in front of him, she took his hands in hers, her eyes already glistening.

"Shubman Gill," she said, her voice trembling slightly, "you have always been enough for me. From the moment I met you, I knew there was something special about you. You're not just a guy who plays cricket; you're the guy who makes me laugh when I want to cry, who makes me feel safe when the world feels overwhelming, who loves me with every part of himself."

His jaw tightened, his eyes glistening as well. "I just... I know I'm not perfect, baby. I know this life isn't easy. But I swear, I'll spend every day proving to you that choosing me wasn't a mistake."

Tears slipped down her cheeks, but her smile never wavered. "You don't have to prove anything, Shubman. You already have. Every single day, you prove it by just being you."

He pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her tightly. "Damn it, woman," he muttered, his voice cracking. "Why do you always have to say the perfect thing?"

"Because I'm your wife," she teased, sniffling. "It's in the job description."

He laughed softly, pressing his lips to her temple. "God, I love you, Mrs. Gill."

"And I love you, Mr. Gill," she whispered, resting her forehead against his.

In that moment, the rest of the world faded away. It was just them, wrapped in the kind of love that needed no validation, no reassurances—only each other.

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