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how are my pretty people doing today? 

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smritimandhana cutest! also training session when?
                      says you! also tomorrow at 5?
                                                            deal!

jemimahrodriguez YES QUEEN! You owe me 500 rupees btw
                                 oh?

shubmangill HOLYSHIT
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shubmangill I JUST FELL IN LOVE ALL OVER AGAIN
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shubmangill THE URGE TO JUST KISS YOU SENSELESS
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shubmangill I'm doing fine thank you
                        not you dumbass

virat.kohli. shots fired! also training session in 30?
                        i thought today was our day off?

hardikpandya93 its our day off kohli!

ishankishan23 woman you promised coffee, get your ass down here
                      yessir!

                  hardikpandya93 imma join too
                         shubmangill let's go me too!
                                 rohitsharma45 i could use coffee too
                                 virat.kohli. fine let's all meet at the lobby in 20 minutes

athiyashetty kids

anushskasharma worse than vamika and akaay combined

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Shubman Gill stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his shirt with a frown etched on his face. 

"Time to see my girl," he muttered, his heart racing at the thought of Naima. He was pulled from his thoughts when Ishan Kishan, sprawled lazily on the bed, snorted.

"She's not your girl, Gill," Ishan shot back, a cheeky smirk spreading across his face. Shubman rolled his eyes, trying to ignore the flutter of excitement in his stomach.

"Yet," Shubman corrected, his tone playful but edged with frustration, as if he could will the situation into existence.

"Whatever, man," Ishan replied, shoving on his shoes. "Just button up your shirt quick. No one wants to see a fucking show."

Shubman shot him a glare, his fingers deftly fastening the last button before grabbing his wallet. "Let's go, shortie!" he exclaimed, swatting Ishan lightly on the head as he pushed open the door and strutted out of the room.

"OW! Ishan, what the hell?!" Shubman yelled, suddenly finding himself kicked in the ass from behind, stumbling forward and landing on the floor.

"Dude, what the hell are you doing on the floor?" Hardik Pandya stepped out of his room, eyes wide with disbelief. 

Shubman groaned as he rubbed his sore back, shooting a death glare toward Ishan.

"Ishan kicked my ass," he grumbled, trying to regain his composure.

"Shubman hit me in the head!" Ishan shot back, pointing an accusatory finger.

"You two are worse than Agastya," Hardik sighed, shaking his head as he rubbed his temples. His other hand rested on his hip, exasperated yet amused.

"Says the one who nearly drank shampoo yesterday," Shubman retorted, finally standing up and brushing himself off, trying to hold back laughter as they headed toward the elevator.

"You drank shampoo!?" Ishan gasped, eyes wide as he leaned in, eager for the juicy details. "What the fuck, dude?"

"I didn't! They removed the label and told me it was some fancy drink," Hardik exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration. 

"I nearly drank it until I got that Meera Shampoo smell! I thought I was gonna hurl!"

"Yeah, that was Virat's idea, by the way," Shubman added with a smirk, scrolling through his phone nonchalantly. 

"He thought it would be hilarious."

"Oh, he's so fucking done today," Ishan laughed, shaking his head.

Just then, they reached the elevator, where KL Rahul was waiting with his arms crossed and a raised eyebrow. 

"What's with all the shouting? I can hear you idiots from down the hall."

"Just the usual chaos," Hardik said, rolling his eyes. "Shubman's about to have his heart shattered."

"Heart? More like crushed," Ishan teased, nudging Shubman in the ribs. "He's gonna see Naima, and we all know he's hopelessly into her."

"Shut up," Shubman muttered, a flush creeping up his cheeks as he tried to play it cool, but inside, he was a whirlwind of excitement and nerves. 

He couldn't help but picture Naima's fierce smile and sparkling eyes, and the way she effortlessly dominated the game.

"Admit it, you like her," KL smirked, leaning against the elevator wall, clearly enjoying the banter.

"I'm just saying if she was mine..." Shubman began, but the rest of the thought was drowned out by laughter from Ishan and Hardik.

"You wish, man! You're more clueless than Bumrah trying to flirt!" Ishan guffawed, causing Hardik to double over with laughter. "But even he is married, and they're gonna have a child."

"I don't know how to flirt!" Shubman protested, raising his hands in mock defense. "And you guys are the worst! All you do is tease me."

"Because it's fucking hilarious!" Hardik said, wiping a tear from his eye. 

"Besides, we're just helping you get your shit together. The way you stare at her, it's like you're watching the world's best cricket match."

"Right? And it's always her inning," KL added, smirking knowingly.

Before Shubman could respond, the elevator doors opened, revealing Virat, Rohit, and Jasprit. 

"What's with all the noise? Did someone die?" Rohit joked, eyeing them all suspiciously.

"Close! Shubman's about to confess his undying love for Naima," Ishan chimed in, a devilish grin on his face.

"Oh for fuck's sake, not this again," Shubman groaned, shaking his head in disbelief. "I'm not confessing anything."

"Dude, you can't keep acting like you're not into her," Virat said, leaning against the wall with a playful smirk. "It's like watching a kid trying to hide a crush."

"Trust me, Shubman. Just be yourself," Jasprit added, his usually stoic demeanour cracking just a little. 

"And if that doesn't work, take a lesson from Hardik and try shampoo-flavored drinks."

"I'll take my chances with Naima, thanks," Shubman shot back, rolling his eyes but unable to hide the smile creeping across his face.

As they stepped into the bustling café, the smell of fresh coffee filled the air, and Shubman's heart raced at the thought of Naima being there. 

The team was buzzing with excitement, exchanging playful banter while glancing around for their teammate.

And just then, he spotted her—Naima, laughing with Shreyas, her presence lighting up the room. Shubman felt a jolt of adrenaline surge through him, and for a brief moment, all the chaos faded into the background.

"Alright, boys, let's see how this goes," he murmured, trying to shake off the nerves, but the teasing glances and playful whispers from his teammates only intensified his embarrassment. 

Ishan winked at him, and Hardik gave him a thumbs-up, while KL shook his head, laughing at his friend's flustered expression.

"Showtime, Gill," Ishan said, nudging him forward as they made their way to Naima. "And try not to trip over your own words this time."

"Shut the hell up," Shubman mumbled, but he couldn't help but smile. 

As Shubman and the boys approached Naima, laughter and chatter filled the air around the café. Just as he was about to say something, the familiar ping of notifications erupted from everyone's phones, like a synchronized alarm.

"Damn, what now?" Hardik exclaimed, digging his phone out of his pocket, eyes widening as he read the screen.

"Let me see!" Ishan said, reaching over to peek at Hardik's phone, the cheeky grin already forming on his face. 

But before he could lean in, Shubman's phone vibrated wildly in his hand, and he glanced down.

The group's main chat was blowing up, and a message from their coach had just dropped. "Everyone, gather 'round," he had written. "You're all headed to Australia for an ODI series against the Aussies. Pack your bags and get ready for some serious cricket! Details to follow."

"What the actual fuck?!" Ishan shouted, nearly dropping his phone. "We're going to Australia?!"

"Holy shit!" Hardik echoed, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "This is epic!"

"Not just any Australia," Shubman added, a sly grin breaking across his face. "This is Prime Australia. We're gonna wreck them!"

The energy in the café surged as the reality of the news sunk in. Teammates started high-fiving and shouting, their plans for the day forgotten.

"Oi, can we just talk about how I'm going to absolutely dominate over there?" Shubman said, puffing out his chest playfully, trying to suppress his bubbling excitement. 

"I'm gonna take down their bowlers like they're nothing."

"Oh, sure. Just as long as you don't end up on the floor again," Ishan snorted, recalling Shubman's earlier tumble. 

"Don't forget to wear your lucky socks!"

"Shut up, shortie," Shubman shot back, but the smile on his face betrayed his annoyance.

"You all know I'll be the real star," Naima chimed in, playfully flicking her hair back, her confidence radiating like sunshine. "

While you're all busy tripping over your own feet, I'll be taking wickets and hitting sixes."

"Someone's feeling herself today," Rohit said with a wink, nudging Naima. 

"But she's not wrong. You know she could probably take down an entire team herself."

"Yeah, right!" Ishan laughed. "Just wait until Pat Cummins sees her. He won't know what hit him!"

"He'll probably just call for a shampoo break." KL piped in as the table erupted into laughter.

"Speaking of which, Hardik, you should bring that shampoo with you, just in case," Shubman added with a smirk, remembering the previous day's chaos.

"Very funny, Gill," Hardik retorted, rolling his eyes but chuckling nonetheless. "I'll bring it just to see if I can lure you into drinking it again."

"Boys, boys," Virat interrupted, putting his hands up as he approached. 

"Focus on cricket, not shampoo. We have an entire series to prepare for. And for the record, Shubman, if you embarrass yourself again, I'm not letting you live it down."

 "I'll show you all how it's done. Just watch."

"Yeah, yeah," Virat said, shaking his head with a smile. "Just remember, it's all fun and games until you get on that plane."

"Why? Are you scared of flying?" Ishan teased, nudging Shubman with his shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll be right next to you holding your hand the whole way!"

"Fuck off, Ishan!" Shubman laughed, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline mixed with the anticipation of the upcoming series.

As their playful bickering continued, Naima couldn't help but watch Shubman, her heart fluttering with a mixture of pride and excitement. 

He was so competitive, so determined to prove himself, and it only made her want to support him even more.

"Hey, we should plan a team dinner tonight to celebrate," KL suggested, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "You know, start the tour off right?"

"I'm down," Hardik chimed in, nodding. "But if you're cooking, I'm bringing my own takeout."

"Everyone's invited! Let's make it a night to remember before we leave," Rohit added, enthusiasm contagious.

"Count me in!" Shubman said, his spirits soaring higher at the thought of hanging out with Naima and the rest of the team, away from the pressures of the game.

"Just remember, I'll out-eat all of you," Naima teased, sticking her tongue out playfully.

"Now that's a challenge I'm willing to accept," Hardik shot back, grinning. "But just know, I'm a professional at shoving food down my throat!"

"Can't wait to see you choke on your food," Ishan laughed, slapping Hardik on the back.

With the plans for the night falling into place, the energy in the café was electric. 

They all knew they were about to embark on an adventure that would bring them closer, challenge them in new ways, and maybe—just maybe—lead to some unforgettable moments.

"Okay, everyone, let's get coffee and prepare for our victory tour," Shubman declared a competitive gleam in his eyes. 

"Australia won't know what hit them!"

With their spirits high and laughter echoing in the air, they all piled towards the counter, teasing, shouting, and playfully shoving each other.

 As the chaos swirled around them, Shubman caught Naima's eye from across the room, and for a moment, the world faded away. 

welcome to the first chapter of  "the man" !

we love chaos!

and our bbys will dominate Australia, I'll make sure of it

he's so in love with her

and i can so imagine hardik drinking shampoo!

i loved writing this sm 😭

anyway, hope y'all enjoyed this chapter! make sure to comment what you liked!

until then yours truly,

soup 🫶