𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 - shubman gill ✓

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As Mithra stepped into her hotel room, she couldn't shake the feeling of exhilaration that lingered from her evening with Shubman. She flopped down onto the bed, her mind buzzing with thoughts of their conversation, the laughter they shared, and the warmth of his smile.

Her phone buzzed with a message, and she eagerly reached for it, hoping to see a text from Shubman. Instead, she found a notification from her friends Miya and Lara, who were eagerly awaiting details about her evening.

"Spill the tea, girl! How was your ice cream date?" Miya's message read, accompanied by a flurry of emojis.

Mithra chuckled at the term "date," but couldn't deny the thrill that ran through her at the thought. She quickly typed out a reply, recounting the highlights of her evening with Shubman, from their childhood memories to their plans for future hangouts.

Lara's response came almost immediately, filled with playful teasing and excitement. "Looks like someone's got a crush! I knew there was something between you two," she wrote, followed by a string of heart emojis.

Mithra rolled her eyes at her friend's teasing but couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement at the prospect. Was it possible that there was more to her relationship with Shubman than just friendship?

Lost in thought, Mithra glanced at her laptop, where her editing software awaited her attention. With a sigh, she pushed aside thoughts of Shubman and focused on the task at hand, immersing herself in the familiar rhythm of selecting, cropping, and enhancing her photographs.

As she worked, she couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation that lingered from her evening with Shubman. It was as if a new chapter had begun in her life, one filled with possibilities and unexpected twists.

With a smile, Mithra returned to her editing, fueled by the memories of her evening with Shubman and the excitement of what the future might hold. Whatever may come, she knew one thing for certain: she was ready for the next adventure.

Weeks passed in a whirlwind of matches, interviews, and the shared excitement of victories and challenges. Mithra found herself fully immersed in her role as the commentator and interviewer for the Kolkata Knight Riders. The camaraderie between her and the players deepened, and the bond she shared with Shubman became even more special.

Shubman, too, found himself drawn to Mithra in a way that went beyond friendship. He admired her passion for the game, her dedication to her work, and the genuine connection they had developed. However, he hesitated to express his feelings, unsure of how it might affect their dynamic.

As for Mithra, she had convinced herself that the initial attraction she felt for Shubman was fleeting, a result of the shared moments and the intensity of the cricketing atmosphere. She focused on her work, burying her emotions deep within, determined not to let them interfere with her professional commitments.

One evening, after a particularly intense match that KKR won, Mithra and Shubman found themselves on the quiet balcony of the team hotel. The city lights sparkled in the distance, mirroring the glint in Shubman's eyes.

"Mithra, this journey with you has been incredible," Shubman began, a hint of sentiment in his voice. "I've learned so much, not just about cricket but about myself too. Your passion is contagious."

Mithra smiled, touched by his words. "It's been a privilege to be a part of this journey with all of you. The energy of the team is infectious, and it reflects in your performances on the field."

As they continued talking, the unspoken emotions lingered beneath the surface. Shubman felt a warmth in his heart whenever he was around Mithra, but the fear of jeopardizing their friendship held him back. Similarly, Mithra cherished the connection they shared but was afraid to admit the depth of her feelings.

Days turned into weeks, and the IPL season reached its crescendo. KKR continued to perform admirably, and Mithra's commentary garnered praise from fans and players alike. The unspoken tension between her and Shubman persisted in a silent understanding that lingered in the air whenever they were together.

In the final days of the tournament, with the playoffs approaching, Mithra found herself reflecting on the moments she had shared with Shubman. The realization of her feelings for him became undeniable, and a subtle melancholy settled within her.

As the IPL season reached its climax, with the playoffs and the grand finale on the horizon, the unspoken emotions between Mithra and Shubman remained hidden, veiled by the intensity of the game and the uncharted territory of their friendship. The cricketing arena that had initially brought them together now served as a silent witness to the unexpressed emotions that lingered beneath the surface.