𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 - shubman gill ✓

twelve

Deciding to continue their day with a leisurely coffee, Shubman and Saumya headed towards a nearby café. As they approached the entrance, Shubman courteously opened the door for Saumya, a gesture that made her smile appreciatively.

"Thank you, kind sir," Saumya teased as she entered the café. Shubman, matching her playful tone, replied, "Anything for a fellow cricketer. Chivalry is not just for the field."

As they stepped inside, the cozy aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped them. Shubman, feeling at ease in Saumya's company, hooked his arm with hers again, a casual yet companionable gesture that had become a natural part of their day. Little did they anticipate the surprise awaiting them inside.

Their eyes widened as they noticed the familiar faces of their friends seated at a table. Shubman and Saumya exchanged a quick glance, a silent communication passing between them. At that moment, they decided on an impromptu exit, realizing that their unplanned day had garnered more attention than they had expected.

Inside the café, the group of friends, still engrossed in their conversation, noticed Shubman and Saumya walking past through the window. The sight made them pause mid-sentence. Shubman's arm was hooked with Saumya's, and in a candid moment, he brushed away a stray strand of hair from her face, eliciting genuine laughter from her.

Ishan, spotting them, nudged Virat and nodded towards the departing duo. "Looks like the temple tales continue. Shubman and Saumya, the elusive duo."

Virat, smirking, replied, "Seems like they have their own script going on. Maybe we should get them a director."

Harmanpreet, watching the scene unfold, remarked, "I think we just witnessed another chapter in the 'temple tales.' Who knew a coffee date could be so eventful?"

As Shubman and Saumya walked away from the café, they shared a moment of laughter and camaraderie. The day had taken unexpected turns, and the friends, now intrigued, couldn't help but appreciate the chemistry between the two cricketers.

"Should we follow them?" Ishan asked as Jemi nodded. "Oh hell yeah, let's go." With stealthy movements, they got up from their seats, paying the bill quickly, and subtly started to follow the duo at a discreet distance.

Meanwhile, Shubman and Saumya continued their leisurely stroll, hands still comfortably hooked together. The casual companionship that had developed throughout the day now took on a different form. Saumya, feeling at ease with Shubman, had intertwined her left hand with his right at the forearm, while her right hand rested atop his.

The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow on the duo as they walked along the bustling streets. Saumya's laughter, occasionally punctuating their conversation, echoed the genuine enjoyment they found in each other's company. Shubman, with a contented smile, listened attentively, savoring the simplicity of the moment.

As they approached a vibrant marketplace, Saumya's eyes twinkled with excitement. "I love exploring these places. You never know what hidden gems you might find," she exclaimed, her enthusiasm infectious.

Shubman, enjoying the spontaneity of the day, replied, "Lead the way, explorer. I'm ready for some hidden gems."

Their hands, still intertwined, became a subtle yet intimate connection. Saumya, guiding Shubman through the market, occasionally pointed out interesting trinkets and colorful stalls. 

The lively atmosphere of the market seemed to mirror the energy between them – a blend of curiosity, laughter, and shared moments.

Meanwhile, their friends discreetly followed, intrigued by the unfolding story. Jemimah, glancing at her companions, whispered, "Looks like we're the audience in this 'temple tale.' Shall we keep our distance?"