A few days later, the bustling energy of anticipation filled the air as the Indian cricket team gathered in their hotel lobby, preparing to head to the airport. The World Cup was on the horizon, and the players were focused and eager to take on the challenge ahead.

Rohit Sharma, the captain, stood in the center of the group, checking off names and ensuring everyone was ready. His vice-captain, Hardik Pandya, stood beside him, helping coordinate the logistics.

"Alright, lads," Rohit called out, clapping his hands to get everyone's attention. "Let's make sure we have everything. Passports, tickets, and all your gear. Double-check your bags!"

Virat Kohli, ever the perfectionist, was meticulously organizing his travel documents and gear. He glanced over at Shubman Gill, who seemed slightly distracted. "Shubman, you alright, man? You seem a bit out of it."

Shubman snapped out of his thoughts and nodded. "Yeah, just thinking about the matches. I'm good, Virat."

Nearby, Shreyas Iyer and Ishan Kishan were joking and laughing, trying to lighten the mood. Ishan nudged Shreyas, "Bet you I'll score more runs than you in the first match."

Shreyas chuckled, shaking his head. "You're on, Ishan. But be ready to lose."

KL Rahul, standing with Suryakumar Yadav and Ravindra Jadeja, was discussing their strategy for the upcoming games. "We need to stay sharp and focused. This is our chance to bring the cup home."

Jadeja nodded, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Absolutely. We've got a solid team. We just need to play to our strengths."

Axar Patel, Shardul Thakur, Jasprit Bumrah, Mohd. Shami, Mohd. Siraj, and Kuldeep Yadav were gathered in a corner, discussing their bowling strategies. Bumrah, the spearhead of the bowling attack, spoke with confidence. "If we stick to our plans and bowl in the right areas, we can trouble any batting line-up."

Meanwhile, Rahul Dravid, the team's coach, was having a conversation with Supraja near the entrance. Supraja, the art director and ad campaigner for the World Cup, was set to travel with the team to document and promote their journey.

"Supraja," Rahul began, his tone warm and professional, "it's great to have you on board with us. Your work has been outstanding, and I know the boys appreciate the support."

Supraja smiled, feeling genuinely appreciated. "Thank you, Rahul. It's an honor to be part of this journey. I'll do my best to capture the spirit and dedication of the team."

Rahul nodded. "Just make sure you're comfortable and have everything you need. If you have any issues or need assistance, don't hesitate to ask."

As their conversation wrapped up, Hardik called out to the group, "Alright, guys! Time to head to the bus. We don't want to miss our flight."

The players grabbed their bags and started filing out of the hotel lobby. Rohit and Hardik led the way, followed by the rest of the team, each player radiating a mix of excitement and determination.

As they boarded the bus, Rohit made sure everyone was accounted for. "Supraja, you're good to go?"

Supraja nodded, settling into her seat with her camera and equipment ready. "All set, Captain."

Shubman found a seat next to Supraja, feeling a sense of camaraderie. "So, Supraja, ready to document our journey to victory?"

She grinned. "Absolutely, Shubman. Let's make some history."

As the bus made its way to the airport, the mood inside was a mix of focused determination and lighthearted camaraderie. The team was buzzing with energy, and it wasn't long before the teasing started.

Rohit, sitting a few rows ahead, turned around and called out, "Hey, Shubman! Heard you and Supraja had quite the night out the other day. Dance club, huh?"

Shubman felt his cheeks heat up as he tried to downplay it. "Yeah, we just went out for a bit. Nothing major."

Hardik grinned, leaning over his seat to get in on the fun. "Nothing major? Come on, man! We've seen you two hanging out a lot lately. What's going on there?"

Shubman rolled his eyes, trying to keep his cool. "We're just friends, guys. Seriously."

Virat, ever the instigator, chimed in. "Just friends? That's what they all say. Next thing you know, we'll be hearing wedding bells."

Shubman groaned, covering his face with his hands. "Can you guys just let it go?"

Suryakumar, sitting next to KL Rahul, nudged him. "Hey, maybe we should start a betting pool. Who thinks Shubman and Supraja will end up together by the end of the World Cup?"

KL Rahul laughed, shaking his head. "Leave the poor guy alone. But, Shubman, you have to admit, you two do make a cute couple."

Supraja, who was sitting nearby with her headphones on, was oblivious to the teasing as she listened to her music and reviewed some of her recent work on her laptop. Shubman glanced over at her, grateful that she couldn't hear the boys' ribbing.

Jadeja, always ready with a quip, added, "Hey, Shubman, just make sure you focus on your batting as much as you do on Supraja. We need those runs!"

Shubman laughed, finally giving in to the teasing. "Alright, alright. I'll make sure to score runs on and off the field."

The entire bus erupted in laughter, the camaraderie and teasing serving as a perfect way to ease the tension before their big journey. As the laughter died down, the conversation shifted back to cricket, strategies, and their upcoming matches.

Supraja, noticing the laughter and curious about what she had missed, took off her headphones and looked around. "What did I miss? Why is everyone laughing?"

Shreyas, with a mischievous grin, replied, "Oh, nothing much. Just talking about how Shubman needs to score big in the World Cup."

Supraja smiled, not entirely convinced. "Uh-huh. Sure. Well, as long as you guys stay focused and bring that trophy home, I'm happy."

Rohit nodded, his expression turning serious. "Don't worry, Supraja. We're all focused and ready. This World Cup is ours for the taking."

The team arrived at the airport and quickly moved through the check-in process. Now gathered in the airport lobby, they settled into the waiting area, scattered across various seats and benches, each finding ways to pass the time before their flight.

Rohit was on his phone, double-checking travel itineraries and finalizing some last-minute logistics with the team manager. Hardik, seated next to him, leaned back and closed his eyes, attempting to catch a quick nap.

Virat, always the fitness enthusiast, was doing some light stretching exercises, prompting amused looks from passersby. "Gotta stay loose, guys," he said with a grin.

KL Rahul and Suryakumar were deep in conversation about their batting techniques, while Jadeja and Shardul discussed their fielding strategies. Meanwhile, Bumrah, Shami, and Siraj were huddled together, talking about their plans for tackling different pitches during the tournament.

Shubman, seated a little apart from the group, was trying to find a balance between his nerves and excitement. Supraja sat next to him, her headphones around her neck now as she edited some of her recent photographs on her laptop.

Supraja glanced up from her screen and noticed Shubman looking a bit lost in thought. She nudged him gently. "Hey, you okay?"

Shubman smiled, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Yeah, just thinking about the matches ahead. There's a lot riding on this."

Supraja nodded, her expression understanding. "I get it. But remember, you're not alone. You've got an entire team behind you, and we've all seen what you can do on the field."

Shubman chuckled softly. "Thanks, Supraja. That means a lot."

Just then, Ishan walked over, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Hey, lovebirds, what's up?" he teased, earning a playful swat from Shubman.

"Knock it off, Ishan," Shubman said, shaking his head but unable to hide his grin.

Supraja laughed, enjoying the banter. "Ishan, shouldn't you be worrying about your own performance instead of ours?"

Ishan feigned shock. "Me? Worry? Never! I'm always ready to shine."

Their playful exchange drew the attention of the other team members. Rohit, noticing the group gathering around, decided to join in. "Alright, everyone, let's not forget why we're here. We've got a World Cup to win. But it's good to see you all in high spirits."

Hardik, now fully awake, added with a smirk, "And let's keep the teasing to a minimum. We need Shubman focused, not flustered."

Virat, finishing his stretches, walked over and clapped Shubman on the back. "You'll do great, Shubman. Just remember to play your natural game. And Supraja, thanks for keeping our spirits high."

Supraja smiled warmly. "It's my pleasure. I'm here to capture the journey, and you guys are giving me plenty of great moments already."

As the announcement for their flight's boarding echoed through the lobby, the team stood up, gathering their belongings and preparing to move towards the gate.

Rohit, leading the way, turned to address the team one last time before they boarded. "Alright, guys, this is it. Let's stay focused, support each other, and give it everything we've got. We can do this."

As the team boarded the flight from Mumbai to Chennai, the excitement of the upcoming World Cup was palpable among most players. However, Shubman Gill appeared unusually quiet and introspective, his usual vibrant energy subdued.

Supraja, seated next to Ishan and KL Rahul, couldn't help but notice Shubman's demeanor. She nudged Ishan subtly, nodding towards Shubman, who was seated a few rows ahead.

Ishan, catching on immediately, glanced over at Shubman with concern. He leaned towards KL Rahul and Supraja, lowering his voice. "Something seems off with Shubman. He's usually more lively than this."

KL Rahul furrowed his brow, watching Shubman discreetly. "You're right. Maybe he's feeling the pressure of the tournament. It's a big stage."

Supraja nodded thoughtfully, her mind racing through possible reasons for Shubman's subdued state. "Or maybe something else is bothering him. We should check in on him."

As the flight took off, Ishan decided to take the initiative. He got up from his seat and made his way over to where Shubman was sitting. "Hey, buddy," Ishan greeted softly as he slid into the empty seat next to Shubman.

Shubman looked up, offering a faint smile. "Hey, Ishan. What's up?"

Ishan studied him for a moment, noting the tired lines around Shubman's eyes. "You seem a bit quiet. Everything alright?"

Shubman hesitated, unsure of how much to share. "Yeah, just thinking about the matches, I guess. Feeling the pressure."

Ishan nodded understandingly. "It's natural to feel that way, especially with the World Cup coming up. But remember, we're all in this together. You've got our support."

Shubman sighed, appreciating Ishan's reassurance. "Thanks, man. It means a lot."

Back in their seats, KL Rahul and Supraja exchanged a concerned glance. Supraja leaned towards KL Rahul, whispering, "I hope he opens up. He seems really burdened."

KL Rahul nodded, his gaze never leaving Shubman. "Let's give him some space for now. Ishan knows how to handle this."

Meanwhile, Ishan continued talking with Shubman, trying to lighten the mood. "You know, Supraja and I were just talking about how you should charm the bowlers with your stylish strokes. They won't know what hit them."

Shubman chuckled softly, feeling a bit of the tension easing. "Yeah, I'll try my best. Thanks, Ishan."

As the flight progressed towards Chennai, the atmosphere around Shubman gradually lightened. Ishan's presence and supportive words helped to lift his spirits, reminding him of the camaraderie and solidarity within the team.

After the team landed in Chennai, they made their way to the medical facility for their routine checkups before the start of the World Cup. The players lined up, going through the usual procedures of health screenings and assessments.

Shubman, still feeling a bit off but pushing through, joined the line with the rest of the team. As he approached the doctor for his checkup, he described his recent symptoms of fatigue and occasional fever.

The doctor, after conducting the necessary tests, examined the results carefully. His expression turned serious as he reviewed Shubman's medical history. "Shubman, it seems like you've been battling dengue fever. Your blood test confirms it."

Shubman's heart sank at the news. "Dengue? But I've been feeling better recently."

The doctor nodded sympathetically. "Sometimes dengue symptoms can subside temporarily, but it's important to take it seriously. You'll need adequate rest and treatment to fully recover."

Rohit Sharma, who had been overseeing the checkups, stepped forward with concern. "What does this mean for Shubman's availability for the matches?"

The doctor sighed, knowing the implications. "Unfortunately, Shubman will need to be rested for the foreseeable future. Dengue recovery can vary, but he'll need time to regain his strength and health."

Shubman felt a mix of disappointment and frustration. The World Cup was a dream opportunity, and now it seemed uncertain. He glanced at his teammates, their expressions filled with concern and support.

Virat Kohli spoke up, his voice filled with empathy. "Take your time, Shubman. Your health comes first. We'll hold the fort while you recover."

Ishan and Supraja approached Shubman, offering words of comfort and encouragement. "Hey, Shubman, it's a setback, but you'll bounce back stronger," Ishan assured him, clapping him on the shoulder.

Supraja nodded, her expression supportive. "Rest up, Shubman. We'll be here for you every step of the way."

Shubman nodded gratefully, knowing he had the backing of his team and the support staff. "Thanks, guys. I'll do whatever it takes to get back on my feet."

Rahul Dravid, their coach, approached them, his expression thoughtful. "Shubman, take this time to focus on your recovery. We have a long tournament ahead, and your health is paramount."

As the team gathered around Shubman, they reaffirmed their commitment to each other and their shared goal of winning the World Cup. Shubman knew that while he might be sidelined temporarily, he was still an integral part of the team's journey.

A day later, Shubman woke up in the hospital bed, feeling groggy but slightly better than before. The sterile white walls of the hospital room greeted him as he blinked his eyes open, adjusting to the surroundings. The events of the past day came rushing back—the diagnosis of dengue fever, the disappointment of being sidelined, and the overwhelming support of his teammates.

As he shifted slightly in bed, he noticed Supraja sitting beside him, fast asleep in a chair with her head resting gently on the edge of his bed. Her laptop was perched on her lap, indicating that she had likely been working or editing photos before drifting off.

Shubman felt a rush of gratitude and warmth as he watched her sleep peacefully. He knew Supraja had been there for him through thick and thin, always offering encouragement and support. Now, seeing her asleep by his side in the hospital, it touched him deeply.

Careful not to wake her, Shubman reached out and gently brushed a stray strand of hair away from Supraja's face. She stirred slightly at his touch, her eyelids fluttering open as she slowly woke up.

Supraja blinked a few times, adjusting to the light in the room before focusing on Shubman. A soft smile spread across her face as she realized he was awake. "Hey," she murmured softly, her voice filled with relief. "How are you feeling?"

Shubman managed a weak smile in return. "Better, I think. Thanks for being here."

Supraja's smile widened, and she reached out to grasp his hand gently. "Of course, Shubman. We're all here for you. The team, the staff—we're like a family."

Shubman nodded, feeling a surge of emotion. "I don't know what I'd do without you guys."

Just then, a nurse entered the room to check on Shubman's vitals. She smiled warmly at the scene before her, understanding the bond between the players and their support team. "Good to see you awake, Mr. Gill," she remarked kindly as she went about her tasks.

Shubman glanced at Supraja, still holding his hand, and then back at the nurse. "How long do I have to stay here?"

The nurse consulted her notes. "We'll monitor your condition for another day or two to ensure your fever doesn't return. After that, we'll discuss your discharge."

Supraja squeezed Shubman's hand reassuringly. "Just take it easy, Shubman. Focus on getting better."

Shubman nodded, feeling a sense of determination settle over him. "I will. And then I'll be back with the team."

Supraja chuckled softly. "That's the spirit."

og soup!

- woop woop the boys are going for their matches

- bro get dengue like wtf

- we gonna be having time skips cause im a little impatient 😌😘

- anyway comments on the chapter?

- love, supraja