On the day of the BCCI award show, excitement buzzed in the air, the final preparations having come together perfectly. Supraja, after handling a mountain of art direction work, had finally gotten a moment to catch her breath. With only an hour left until the event, she was ready to see Shubman.

She stood in front of the mirror in her hotel room, staring at her reflection. Her outfit was a daring choice—one she wouldn't have even considered a few months ago. She wore a sleek black satin dress that clung to her curves, with delicate spaghetti straps resting on her shoulders. 

The dress flowed down to just above her knees, the soft material shimmering slightly in the hotel room light. Her dark hair, usually tied up in a bun or ponytail, was styled in loose waves that cascaded down her back. Her makeup was subtle, but her light pink lipgloss popped against her complexion. For the first time in a while, she felt... confident.

"God, is this too much?" she thought as she gave herself another once-over in the mirror. "I've never worn something this... bold." 

She pulled at the dress nervously, her mind racing. "He's going to think I'm trying too hard, isn't he? Ugh, why can't I just be normal and wear a damn pantsuit? Should've gone with that."

But she knew deep down that she wanted to surprise him, to step out of her comfort zone. It wasn't just about Shubman. It was for herself. 

She was tired of hiding behind safe choices and oversized blazers. Tonight, she was going to own it.

Taking a deep breath, she slipped on her black heels and made her way to Shubman's room.

As Supraja opened the door to Shubman's hotel room, the first thing she heard was Kanye West blasting from the speakers. She immediately cringed, freezing in the doorway.

"Of course, he'd play Kanye." she thought, rolling her eyes. "Does he even know what Kanye did to Taylor?!"

Shubman, completely unaware of her inner turmoil, was standing near the mirror, adjusting the cuffs of his navy blue suit. He looked breathtaking—no tie, just a crisp white shirt underneath that contrasted perfectly with the dark suit. 

The way the suit fit him made her heart race, the fabric clinging to his toned physique in all the right places.

"Hey, love," he greeted with a warm smile as he turned toward her, his eyes immediately widening when he took in her appearance. "Wow, Su... you look... incredible."

Supraja felt her cheeks heat up under his gaze, but the Kanye song in the background continued to grate on her nerves. "Thanks, but seriously, Shubman? Kanye West?"

Shubman frowned slightly, clearly confused. "What's wrong with Kanye?"

Supraja crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at him. "Are you serious? You know what Kanye did to Taylor Swift, right? At the VMAs? He humiliated her in front of everyone. She's my favorite artist, and he's... well, not exactly in my good books."

Shubman's eyes softened as he realized she was genuinely upset. "Oh, I didn't know that. I mean, I knew about the whole VMA thing, but I didn't realize you were such a huge Swiftie."

Supraja sighed dramatically, throwing her hands up in the air. "I'm a massive Swiftie! It's, like, common knowledge."

Shubman chuckled, walking over to her and placing his hands on her shoulders. "Alright, alright. No more Kanye. I'll change it to something else."

Supraja shook her head, muttering to herself. "How does he not know this? I talk about Taylor all the time. Does he just zone out when I go on my rants?"

She watched as he quickly grabbed his phone and changed the music. Soft indie tunes began playing in the background, a much more calming atmosphere taking over the room.

"There," Shubman said, walking back toward her. "Better?"

Supraja nodded, smiling slightly. "Much better. Thanks."

As Shubman came closer, his gaze lingered on her dress. He looked at her like she was the only person in the world, his eyes trailing over the soft satin material that hugged her figure. 

"You look amazing, Su. This dress... it's... wow. You've really outdone yourself."

Supraja's heart fluttered at his words, but her insecurities quickly crept in. "I've never worn something like this before," she admitted, biting her lip. 

"I feel kind of... exposed, I guess."

Shubman's brow furrowed in concern. "Exposed? You shouldn't feel that way. You look absolutely stunning. I'm serious." 

He cupped her face gently, his thumb stroking her cheek. "You could wear a potato sack and still be the most beautiful woman in the room."

Supraja laughed despite herself. "A potato sack, huh?"

"Absolutely," Shubman said, grinning. "But seriously, you're gorgeous. And that dress? Damn. I'm going to have a hard time keeping my eyes off you tonight."

His words sent a rush of warmth through her, and for the first time that night, she felt a little less self-conscious. 

"Maybe he's right... maybe I do look good." 

She allowed herself to relax, her shoulders loosening under his gentle touch.

"Alright, Casanova," she said, rolling her eyes playfully. "Let's get going. We're going to be late."

Shubman smirked, giving her a once-over again. "You sure you want to leave the room looking like that? I might have to fight off a few guys tonight."

Supraja swatted at his arm. "Stop it! We're going."

Shubman laughed, holding up his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. Let's go."

As they made their way to the door, Supraja caught a glimpse of them together in the mirror—him in his sharp navy suit and her in her sleek black dress. They looked like they belonged in a magazine, and for the first time, she felt proud of how she looked.

"Maybe stepping out of my comfort zone isn't so bad after all," she thought with a small smile as she laced her fingers with his.

As they walked out of the hotel room and toward the elevator, hand in hand, Supraja's mind began to wander. Shubman had changed the music right away when she brought up the Kanye-Taylor thing, but her thoughts kept circling back to one question.

Did he really listen when she ranted about things that mattered to her? Like, when she went on those long tangents about Taylor Swift or art or her weird obsessions? Or was he just being polite and zoning out?

Before she could stop herself, she blurted out, "Do you zone out when I rant?"

Shubman, who was humming along to the indie song still faintly playing from his phone, paused mid-step and looked at her, clearly caught off guard. "What?"

Supraja bit her lip, her face heating up. "I mean... when I go off on one of my tangents. You know, like about Taylor Swift or art direction or whatever I'm obsessing over that day. Do you... do you zone out?"

Shubman blinked, clearly processing the question. He pressed the elevator button before turning fully toward her, his hand still holding hers. "Do I zone out? Seriously, Su?"

"Yeah, seriously!" Supraja said, crossing her arms defensively, suddenly feeling silly for even bringing it up. But now that she had started, she couldn't stop. 

"You just seem... I don't know, sometimes you nod along, and I can't tell if you're really listening or just... you know, being polite."

Shubman's lips quirked into a grin, the elevator doors opening with a soft ding. He gently tugged her inside, pressing the ground floor button before facing her again, his full attention on her.

 "First of all, you are adorable when you rant, okay? Whether it's about Taylor Swift or your work or that weird thing with colour palettes—"

"It's not weird," Supraja cut in, narrowing her eyes. "Colors matter, Shubman."

He chuckled, holding up his hands. "Alright, my bad. Colors matter. But no, I don't zone out. I actually listen. I mean, half the time, I don't really understand what you're talking about—"

"Oh my God, I knew it!" Supraja groaned, pressing her hand to her face.

"Wait, wait," Shubman interrupted, laughing now. "Let me finish. I don't understand all of it, but that doesn't mean I'm not listening. You're so passionate about the things you care about, and honestly, it's one of the reasons I like you so much."

Supraja blinked, taken aback by his words. "Wait... really?"

Shubman nodded earnestly, stepping closer to her in the elevator, his eyes softening. "Yeah, really. The way your face lights up when you talk about something you love... it's amazing to watch. Even if I don't know half of what you're saying, I just love hearing you talk about it. You make everything sound so... important."

She stared at him for a moment, her heart swelling at his words. He was serious. He wasn't just listening to be polite; he actually cared about the things she was passionate about.

"God, why are you so... perfect?" she muttered, feeling a rush of affection for him. She reached out and lightly punched his shoulder, but the grin on her face gave away how much she appreciated what he had said.

Shubman smirked, leaning in close to whisper, "Just lucky, I guess."

The elevator dinged again, signaling they had reached the lobby. As they stepped out, Supraja shook her head, still half in disbelief. 

"I can't believe I was stressing over that."

She glanced at him sideways, her voice soft as she teased, "I guess I'll have to test you on your Taylor Swift knowledge sometime soon."

"Oh, bring it on, Swiftie," Shubman shot back, his grin widening. "I'm ready."

She rolled her eyes playfully but couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips as they walked toward the waiting car. There was something so comforting about knowing that even if he didn't get it, he was still there, supporting her. It was something she hadn't realized she needed until that very moment.

As they got into the car, Shubman reached for her hand again, his fingers intertwining with hers as naturally as breathing. "So, where does Taylor Swift rank on tonight's playlist?"

Supraja laughed, shaking her head. "Maybe after a few glasses of wine at the after-party, I'll make you sit through her entire Folklore album."

Shubman mock-groaned but squeezed her hand, his eyes sparkling with affection. "You know what, for you? I'll survive."

Later that evening, the BCCI Award show was in full swing. The grand ballroom was filled with cricketers, celebrities, and dignitaries, each dressed to impress. 

The lights were dimmed, with a soft glow illuminating the stage where the night's hosts were making announcements and introducing various segments. The team sat at a large, elegantly decorated table near the front, enjoying the event while chatting among themselves.

Shubman sat between Rohit Sharma and Shreyas Iyer, looking sharp in his navy blue suit and white shirt.

 But despite the chatter and jokes flying around the table, his attention was completely elsewhere. His eyes kept drifting toward Supraja, who was standing close to the stage, clipboard in hand, expertly coordinating the night's proceedings.

She was an absolute vision in her black satin dress, her curves accentuated by the soft material, and her loose waves framing her face. Every now and then, she'd push a strand of hair behind her ear or adjust her glasses, completely focused on her work. 

God, how does she look so stunning while working? Shubman thought, a small smile tugging at his lips as he admired her from afar.

"Gill's lost in another world," Shreyas muttered to Axar Patel with a grin, leaning back in his chair. "Bet it has something to do with a certain someone up front."

"Don't even try denying it," Rohit chimed in with a smirk, glancing at Shubman, who quickly tried to play it cool. "Your eyes have been glued to Supraja since we sat down, man."

Shubman shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. "What can I say? She looks amazing tonight."

"You're telling us," Rohit chuckled. "But seriously, good for you. She's got that whole 'I'm too busy to notice how hot I am' vibe going."

As they all laughed, Shubman turned his attention to Yashasvi Jaiswal, who had been oddly quiet. Yashasvi, seated across from him, had barely said a word since the program began, and it wasn't hard to see why. 

His gaze was fixed on Saumya, who was standing just offstage, preparing to come back for the next segment.

Saumya, the actress and close friend of Supraja was wearing a stunning black dress with a unique cross one-sided sleeve that hugged her figure.

 She moved gracefully, all confidence and poise, her eyes glinting under the stage lights. Yashasvi was practically glued to his chair, his expression a mix of admiration and complete awe.

Shubman nudged Yashasvi under the table with his foot, causing him to snap out of his trance. "Dude, you're staring."

Yashasvi blinked, quickly looking down at his drink. "What? No, I wasn't... I was just—"

"Bro, it's written all over your face," Shubman said with a grin, keeping his voice low so the others wouldn't overhear. "You've got it bad for her."

Yashasvi tried to shrug it off, but the redness creeping up his neck betrayed him. "She's just... really pretty, you know?"

"Understatement of the year," Shubman quipped, laughing softly. "Go talk to her after the show. She likes you, too. Supraja mentioned it once."

Yashasvi's eyes widened. "Wait, what? She did?"

Shubman smirked, nodding. "Yeah, man. Don't overthink it. You've got a shot."

Meanwhile, as the show continued, Shubman found it increasingly difficult to focus on anything else but Supraja. 

The way she moved with such precision and grace, handling last-minute details with the ease of a professional, made him proud. She had stepped out of her comfort zone tonight, wearing a dress that was so different from her usual style, and she owned it.

"Gill's completely smitten," Jadeja teased from the other side of the table, catching him staring again.

"Shut up," Shubman muttered, a slight blush creeping up his neck, but he couldn't deny it. Every time Supraja glanced in his direction, his heart did a little flip. 

It didn't matter that they were in a room full of people, or that they had barely spoken since the show began. Just knowing she was there, looking gorgeous and confident, was enough for him.

At that moment, Supraja glanced over at him, catching him staring yet again. Her lips curved into a small, knowing smile, and Shubman's heart skipped a beat. 

She gave him a subtle wink before turning back to her work, and it was all he could do to stop himself from grinning like an idiot.

Yashasvi, noticing the interaction, leaned over to Shubman with a sly grin. "Looks like we're both lost causes tonight."

Shubman chuckled. "Yeah, man. But at least we've got good company to be distracted by."

As the night went on, the award show proceeded smoothly. The team cheered as different players were recognized for their achievements, but Shubman's mind remained half-occupied by the thought of seeing Supraja after everything wrapped up. He was counting down the minutes, eager to tell her just how incredible she looked tonight, and maybe—just maybe—steal a moment with her away from the crowd.

And judging by the way Yashasvi kept glancing at Saumya, he wasn't the only one waiting for the show to end.

As the evening progressed, the atmosphere in the ballroom shifted from casual chatter to an excited buzz as the awards ceremony began in earnest. 

The lights dimmed further, and the spotlight illuminated the stage, where the hosts introduced the first category of the night: the Polly Umrigar Award for the Best International Cricketer. Shubman's heart raced as he sat up straighter in his chair, sharing glances with his teammates, who all wore encouraging smiles.

"Okay, boys, time to shine," Rohit whispered, nudging Shubman playfully. "You've got this."

"Yeah, let's hope they don't screw this up like they did with the announcement last year," Jadeja chimed in, laughter echoing around the table.

The crowd erupted in applause as the nominees were announced, and Shubman felt his palms sweat. Mohammad Shami, Ravichandran Ashwin, Jasprit Bumrah, and then his name was called—Shubman Gill, 2022-23.

"C'mon, Gill! Show them how it's done!" Yashasvi yelled, nearly spilling his drink as he cheered.

Shubman could barely hear him over the roar of the audience, which quickly shifted to a buzz of excitement.

 As he stood up, his eyes found Supraja in the audience, her expression a mix of pride and anticipation. She was beaming at him, her earlier work worries replaced with pure joy, and he felt a rush of confidence surge through him.

He made his way to the stage, a mixture of nerves and adrenaline coursing through him. As he reached the podium, he took a deep breath, glancing back at his teammates and friends. They were all cheering, and he could see Yashasvi, who had joined in with an exaggerated fist pump.

"Wow, thank you so much for this incredible honour," Shubman began, his voice steady. "Winning this award, especially among such talented players, is surreal. I want to dedicate this to my teammates, who have been my support throughout this journey. You all push me to be better every day. And to my family and friends, thank you for believing in me."

The crowd erupted in applause again as he waved before stepping off the stage, a huge smile plastered on his face. As he returned to his table, his teammates engulfed him in a celebratory hug.

"You did it, man!" Rohit shouted, slapping him on the back. "Best international cricketer, and you deserve every bit of it!"

"Thanks, guys!" Shubman laughed, his heart still racing from the excitement.

The ceremony continued, and the atmosphere remained electric. The next award up was for Best International Debut, and Yashasvi's name was announced as the winner. The entire table erupted in cheers once again, this time hoisting him into the air as he laughed and blushed.

"Let's go, Jaiswal! You're one of us now!" Jadeja shouted, and Yashasvi beamed as he made his way to the stage.

As the applause filled the room again, Shubman couldn't help but notice how the spotlight had shifted slightly toward Saumya, who was looking proud of Yashasvi and cheering him on from the side.

"Looks like we have a new power couple forming," Shubman joked, nudging Shreyas.

"Or they're just in the friend zone and too scared to admit it," Shreyas quipped back, eliciting laughter from the group.

Finally, the Dilip Sardesai Award for the Most Runs in Test Cricket was announced, and Yashasvi's name was called out again. 

The younger player was nearly in tears as he received the second award of the night, clearly overwhelmed.

As he took the podium, he shouted into the mic, "I have to thank my teammates! I couldn't have done this without your support! Especially Shubman, who always believed in me!"

The crowd roared, and Shubman felt a swell of pride for his friend. They were all riding high on the successes of the night, and he couldn't help but feel grateful for the bond they shared.

When the awards wrapped up, Shubman returned to his seat, searching for Supraja in the crowd. His heart sank momentarily when he couldn't find her, but then he spotted her moving through the sea of people toward him.

"There you are!" he exclaimed, standing up to greet her. "Did you see? I actually won!"

"I did! You were incredible!" she said, her eyes shining with excitement. She reached out, and he pulled her into a tight embrace, lifting her slightly off the ground in his excitement.

"God, you looked so beautiful up there! I couldn't take my eyes off you," he admitted, stepping back slightly to meet her gaze.

"Yeah, well, you looked pretty good yourself, Mr. Best International Cricketer," she teased, her smile infectious.

As they shared a moment, he couldn't help but lean closer, whispering, "I couldn't have done it without you cheering me on from the sidelines."

Just then, Yashasvi and Saumya joined them, the pair bubbling with excitement. "Did you two just kiss?" Yashasvi teased, a sly grin plastered on his face.

"No!" Shubman shot back, his face heating up. "We were just talking."

"Oh, come on, Gill. We all saw the way you looked at her. I'm surprised you didn't just sweep her off her feet right there," Saumya laughed, nudging Supraja playfully.

Supraja giggled, glancing at Shubman, whose cheeks were still flushed. "You all need to stop teasing him; he's still trying to come down from his award high," she said, laughter dancing in her eyes.

As the group continued to joke and share stories about the night, Shubman felt a deep sense of happiness. The bond they all shared, the joy of celebrating each other's successes, and the warmth of being with someone who understood him made the night unforgettable.

And while the award was a significant achievement, nothing compared to the connection he had with Supraja. As they stood there surrounded by their friends, he couldn't help but think that this was only the beginning of something even more beautiful.

As the laughter and excitement settled down, Supraja turned to Yashasvi, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "Hey, Yashasvi, have you met Saumya yet? She's not just a great friend but also an incredible actress. Saumya, this is Yashasvi Jaiswal—our latest superstar and all-around nice guy."

Yashasvi's eyes lit up as he extended his hand toward Saumya. "Nice to meet you! I've heard a lot about you," he said, his voice warm and inviting. "It's great to finally put a face to the name."

Saumya shook his hand, her smile brightening as she replied, "Likewise! I've seen your games; you're amazing out there. It's so cool to finally meet one of the rising stars of Indian cricket."

"Thanks! That means a lot coming from someone as talented as you," Yashasvi replied, a hint of shyness creeping into his tone.

Supraja watched the exchange with a grin. She loved seeing her friends connect, especially after all the ups and downs they had been through together. 

"You know, you two should totally collaborate on something," she suggested, leaning against Shubman for support. "Saumya could play the leading lady in a sports biopic about Yashasvi's journey to stardom."

"Oh, I can totally see that!" Shubman chimed in, winking at Yashasvi. "But it would need a romantic subplot for sure. And who better to play the romantic interest than someone as captivating as Saumya?"

Saumya laughed, shaking her head. "Oh, please! The only thing I'm good at is playing dramatic roles and getting my heart broken on screen. I'm not ready for a romantic subplot in real life just yet."

"Who said anything about real life?" Yashasvi quipped back, his eyes sparkling. "In the movies, everyone gets their happily ever after, right?"

"True!" Supraja added, nodding vigorously. "And just think about all the cute press interactions and promotions we could do. Fans would eat it up!"

"Alright, alright," Yashasvi said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "But only if I get to write my own lines. I can't have anyone messing up my story!"

"Deal!" Saumya laughed, her eyes glinting with mischief. "I'm sure you'll make it interesting."

As their playful banter continued, Shubman leaned closer to Supraja, a satisfied smile on his face. "I love how our friends can just blend together like this. It's like we're all one big family."

"Yeah, it feels great," she agreed, glancing at him with warmth in her eyes. "I'm really glad you won tonight, Shubman. You deserve it more than anyone."

"Thanks, sweetheart," he said softly, reaching out to squeeze her hand. "But honestly, I couldn't have done it without your support. You've been my rock through all of this."

"Okay, enough with the mushy stuff! Let's celebrate!" Yashasvi shouted, breaking the moment and raising his glass. "To friendship, love, and winning!"

Everyone joined in, their voices harmonizing in a chorus of cheers as they clinked their glasses together. The atmosphere around them buzzed with energy, filled with laughter and lighthearted teasing.

"Now, let's dance!" Shubman declared, pulling Supraja toward the dance floor. "I want to show off my moves after winning this award!"

"Oh God, I'm terrified!" she laughed, pretending to back away. "You know how clumsy I can be!"

"Just trust me, okay?" he replied, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I promise I won't let you fall."

With that, he twirled her around playfully, and they joined their friends on the dance floor. As the music pulsed around them, the worries of the world faded away, leaving just the warmth of friendship and the promise of new beginnings in the air.

After a few songs, they took a break from dancing, moving to a quieter corner where they could still see their friends. Yashasvi and Saumya were lost in their own conversation, laughter spilling from their lips.

Supraja glanced up at Shubman, her heart swelling with affection. "You know, I'm really proud of you," she said softly. "Not just for the award, but for everything you've achieved."

Shubman met her gaze, his expression serious for a moment. "I wouldn't have been able to achieve any of this without you, Supraja. You keep me grounded."

She smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "I'm just glad I can be here for you."

"You've always been here for me," he said, his voice lowering. "And I'll always be here for you, too."

They shared a moment, their eyes locked as the noise around them faded away. It felt like just the two of them existed at that moment—one full of promise, support, and an unspoken understanding that their bond was only going to grow stronger.

As the night wound down, they rejoined their friends, ready to celebrate more victories, both on and off the field, and embrace whatever the future held for them all.

As the music thumped around them, Shubman and Supraja couldn't help but notice Yashasvi and Saumya over in the corner, deep in conversation. 

Their laughter was infectious, and the chemistry between them was palpable. Saumya playfully flicked her hair back, her smile bright as she leaned in closer to Yashasvi.

"Looks like those two are getting cozy," Shubman remarked, his eyebrow raised as he took in the scene. "What do you think? Is it just flirting or something more?"

Supraja chuckled softly, her gaze lingering on the pair. "Definitely flirting. I've seen the way they look at each other. It's like they're in their own little world right now."

"I mean, who wouldn't want to flirt with Saumya?" Shubman teased, nudging Supraja playfully. "She's a total catch."

"Hey! Don't you forget who's sitting next to you!" Supraja replied, mock indignation filling her voice. "You better remember I'm the one who's been supporting your ass through all those matches!"

"Of course, sweetheart," he said, feigning innocence as he grinned at her. "I was just making an observation!"

Supraja rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but smile back. "Alright, Mr. Observant, let's see how this unfolds."

As they watched, Saumya leaned in closer, whispering something to Yashasvi that made him laugh. The moment was electric, and the way he looked at her—like she was the only person in the room—made Supraja's heart flutter.

"I can't believe they're hitting it off so well," she said, a hint of awe in her voice. "They've only known each other for a short time."

"Sometimes it just clicks, you know?" Shubman replied, glancing down at Supraja. "Like how we clicked."

Supraja met his gaze, her heart warming at the memory of their connection. "Yeah, I guess so. It's kind of beautiful, isn't it?"

"Beautiful and messy," he replied, chuckling softly. "But that's what makes it worth it."

They both turned their attention back to Yashasvi and Saumya, who were now leaning in closer, their laughter ringing out amidst the music. 

Saumya playfully flicked Yashasvi's arm, causing him to feign a dramatic gasp, which only made her laugh harder.

"Okay, I need to capture this moment," Shubman declared, pulling out his phone. "This is going straight to my story."

"Wait! Let me take a picture of you capturing them!" Supraja exclaimed, pulling out her own phone. "We can create the perfect 'couple' montage later."

Shubman laughed, positioning himself and trying to get a good angle. "Alright, but don't forget to include my best side!"

"Oh please, like there's a bad side on you!" she retorted, snapping a few pictures of him in action before focusing back on Yashasvi and Saumya. "This is so cute; they're like little lovebirds."

Just then, Yashasvi caught Shubman's eye and grinned, giving a thumbs up as he continued his banter with Saumya. "Looks like our boy is in deep," Shubman whispered to Supraja.

"Do you think they'll go out or something?" Supraja asked, her curiosity piqued. "I mean, they'd make a really cute couple."

"I wouldn't be surprised," Shubman replied, leaning closer to her, his tone teasing. "As long as they don't forget to invite us on their double dates!"

"Oh God, please," Supraja laughed, shaking her head. "Imagine how chaotic that would be. The two of us giving them love advice?"

"Now that would be a reality show I'd binge-watch," Shubman said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Their laughter intertwined with the sounds of the party, and for a moment, everything felt perfect. As they continued to watch Yashasvi and Saumya flirt, Supraja felt a warmth spread through her. 

It was moments like these that made her realize just how special her friends were—and how lucky she was to have Shubman by her side.

"Okay, I need a drink," Shubman said, finally breaking his gaze from the couple. "Want anything?"

"I'll come with you," she replied, eager to grab a moment together away from the crowd. As they made their way to the bar, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement about the night ahead—both for her friends and for the blossoming relationship she had with Shubman.

As they reached the bar, Shubman ordered drinks for both of them, turning back to her with a playful smirk. "So, what's next for us? Are we going to start our own 'Love Advice' column?"

"Only if we can call it 'A Guide to Not Being Awkward,'" Supraja shot back, laughing at the idea.

Shubman raised his glass in mock salute. "To us, then! The most awkward relationship ever!"

"Cheers to that!" she clinked her glass against his, her heart swelling with happiness. As they took a sip, she glanced back at Yashasvi and Saumya, who were now clearly lost in each other. The laughter and connection between them felt like a promise of what was yet to come, and she couldn't wait to see where this night—and their relationships—would lead.

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So much nostalgia, from coming here when I was 14 and meeting my idols and legends for the first time. Watching Virat bhai win cricketer of the year was something I would never forget. Pure motivation for me to go a step further and give everything for my country this year 🇮🇳💙

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itssoup I'm so proud of you! <3
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og soup speaks!

- here we have the 12th chapter!

- og soup aka me, i don't think I'll ever wear that dress or even look good in that [ or even get a man ]

- but shubman and yash  >>

- i write too much romance without experience, i wanna cry

- anyway comments on chapter?

- hope y'all enjoyed!

- love, supraja!