𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔

𝟭𝟬. 𝗖𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗜𝗻 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿?*

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Chapter Ten: Caught In Shower?

Nehmat's extra doses of love and his sportsperson immunity seemed to have helped Shubman ward off any cold or fever. Nehmat watched proudly as her man excelled on the cricket field, especially after a string of less impressive performances in T20 internationals. She couldn't help but blush at the thought of him being her man. Pulling her mask up and her cap down to shield herself from the cold, she found that the heat of his impressive ODI form was enough to keep her warm.

With 120 runs and three catches, he was undoubtedly a safe pair of hands for India, ensuring a bright future for the team. His Paaji, proud of his performance, patted his back. Both the king and the prince, having scored centuries today, displayed their prowess, with her Paaji the way with 150 runs in his pocket. Together, they effortlessly chased down the target of 310, securing a 2-0 victory against Kane Mama's team.

She leaned in, pulling her Paaji into a hug, burying her face in his shoulder. "I am so, so proud of you," she mumbled against his shoulder.

He patted her hair gently, responding, "Thank you," while planting a kiss on the side of her head before moving inside. Nehmat sighed, watching him go, before turning her attention to her secret boyfriend. "Congratulations," she said, shaking his hand before discreetly winking at him, causing him to blush.

She glanced around to find everyone occupied with post-match chatter, winding up, and packing. She noticed her boyfriend slipping into the showers and noticed her Paaji engrossed in a phone call. Seizing the opportunity, she swiftly followed behind Shubman. She saw him entering one of the stalls and before he closed she quietly slid inside making him gasp.

"What are you doing what if someone sees us?" He said looking scared.

She wrapped her hands around his waist pulling him close "Bade fattu a bit of risk in the dating era are memories and adventure"

"Nehmat, if your Paaji catches us, that could be the end of my time on the team," he said, gently removing her hands.

"Punjabi Munda and such a scaredy-cat? Seriously? I thought my boy would intimidate anyone who dared to come close to his girl, but here he is, scared himself," she huffed, crossing her arms around his chest.

"I am not scared, it's just... it's..." His voice faltered as he gulped.

"It's what it is," she huffed, about to move out. But before she could do so, he swiftly pulled her arm and drew her close by her waist, pressing her against the wall. Her heart fluttered, and her voice trembled as she asked, "What are you doing?" She looked into his dark and mischievous eyes, feeling a rush of excitement and anticipation.

"Just what you asked for, my Neh," he said, brushing his lips against hers, making her sigh.

"So, what do you say?" he teased, sensing her growing restlessness.

"What?" she asked, her eyes closed in bliss.

"Is my little brave Neh, who was ready for the adventure just a few minutes ago, still up for it?" he asked, his voice husky with desire as he caressed the birthmark on her neck with his thumb. His warm breath tickled her ear as he whispered, causing her to shiver and clutch his back tightly.

"Uh... Uhh, yes," she managed to say, her breathing heavy and her heart racing. She felt his hot breath on her neck as his nose explored her birthmark, sending shivers down her spine.

He pressed his lips against her forehead, first making her smile at his gentleness, before turning her around and pressing himself against her, making her gasp at the change in his personality. His hand slid under her jersey, kneading her breast as he buried his lips in the crook of her neck, sucking it.

"Mmmm, Shubbmannnn," she moaned out loud, making his hand go to her mouth.

"Gotta be quiet, darling. I don't want to get caught, do we?" he said, pushing himself against her while kneading her breast. He could feel her moans against his hands. Enough with the ministrations from behind, he turned her around, keeping his hands under her thighs and muttering against her lips, "Jump." Following his instructions, she jumped as he caught her, pushing her against the wall.

Lost in each other for what felt like hours, they finally separated, and he buried his face in her neck, holding her close in a hug. She gently caressed his hair, pressing kisses to it, feeling a deep sense of contentment.

Lifting his head, he pressed his nose to hers, causing her already rapid breath to hitch. In a low voice, he muttered, "Will you ever dare to question a Punjabi Munda?"

Nehmat replied, her Delhi blood not backing down. "I'll question anyone, Punjabi Munda or not if I think it's necessary," she said with a playful glint in her eyes, teasing him back.

Nehmat's playful response made him laugh, and he couldn't help but press his lips to hers in a tender kiss. However, their moment was interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. Both of their eyes widened in surprise and then widened even more when they heard a knock on the door, followed by a voice on the other side.

"Shubman, have you seen Nehmat anywhere?" asked Virat, his voice muffled through the door.