𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - shubman gill ✓

1. phone drops and crushes

The dressing room buzzed with energy as the players lounged around, basking in the afterglow of a rigorous practice session. Shubman Gill, Yashasvi Jaiswal, Ishan Kishan, Virat Kohli, KL Rahul, Rohit Sharma, Shreyas Iyer, Ravichandran Ashwin, Jasprit Bumrah, Hardik Pandya, Ravindra Jadeja, and the others exchanged banter and laughs, their camaraderie palpable in the air.

Amidst the jovial atmosphere, Nithya Kumar, the team's efficient logistics manager, was busy sorting out their schedule for the upcoming matches. Her focused expression softened momentarily as she glanced at the players, her friends, goofing around like a bunch of schoolboys.

Suddenly, Nithya's voice cut through the chatter, "Shubman, could you pass me my mobile, please?" She reached out her hand, gesturing towards the sleek device lying on the table beside him. 

Shubman, ever the playful one, grabbed the phone with a mischievous grin, teasingly twirling it in his fingers before attempting to pass it to Nithya. However, his fingers betrayed him, and the phone slipped from his grasp, landing with a sickening crack on the tiled floor.

The room fell silent as all eyes turned towards the scene, and Nithya's expression morphed from surprise to mild exasperation. She sighed softly, shaking her head, before stooping down to retrieve her damaged phone. 

"Shubman," she muttered under her breath, "this is the third time you've dropped my phone in a week."

Shubman's sheepish smile only widened at her words, his cheeks tinged with a hint of embarrassment. "Sorry, Nithya," he apologized, rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess I'm just too clumsy around your stuff." 

Nithya shot him a playful glare, her lips twitching with amusement despite herself.  "Maybe next time, I should just grab it myself," she teased, her tone lightening the tension in the room. 

The other players erupted into laughter, their teasing remarks filling the air as they teased Shubman mercilessly for his apparent lack of coordination. Amidst the good-natured ribbing, Nithya couldn't help but smile, grateful for the bond she shared with these boys who had become her family away from home.

As the laughter subsided, Nithya set her cracked phone aside and resumed her task of organizing the team's schedule. Shubman, eager to make amends for his clumsiness, leaned in closer, offering his assistance.

"Let me help you with that, Nithya," he said earnestly, his eyes reflecting genuine concern.

Nithya glanced up at him, touched by his gesture. "Thanks, Shubman," she replied, her tone softening. "I appreciate it."

The 2 worked together, Shubman carefully handing her documents and making suggestions while Nithya inputted the information into her laptop. Despite the mishap with her phone, their collaboration flowed seamlessly, a testament to their strong friendship and mutual respect.

As they neared the end of their task, Shubman couldn't help but sneak a sideways glance at Nithya, admiring her poise and dedication. He marvelled at how effortlessly she managed the team's logistics, juggling countless responsibilities with grace and efficiency.

"Nithya," he began hesitantly, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them, "I just wanted to say... I'm sorry about your phone. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

Nithya looked up from her laptop, meeting his gaze with a warm smile. "Don't worry about it, Shubman," she reassured him. "Accidents happen. And besides, it's just a phone. What matters is that you're here, helping me out."