𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - shubman gill ✓

2. tickets

As Nithya settled back into her seat, the playful banter with the boys still fresh in her mind, her phone buzzed once again, signalling an incoming call. Without bothering to glance at the screen, she picked up the call with a casual greeting.

"Nithya Kumar speaking. Who is this and how have I ruined your life?" she quipped, her tone light and teasing.

The boys erupted into laughter at her unexpected response, their amusement filling the air of the dressing room. Even Shubman couldn't help but chuckle at Nithya's irreverent sense of humour.

But the laughter died down as they heard a familiar voice on the other end of the line – their coach, Rahul Dravid. Nithya's eyes widened in surprise as she quickly straightened up in her seat, her playful demeanour giving way to a more professional one.

"Coach Dravid, I... I apologize, I didn't realize it was you," she stammered, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up her neck.

Coach Dravid's voice was warm yet authoritative as he responded, "No need to apologize, Nithya. I must say, you've got quite the sense of humour." There was a hint of amusement in his tone, indicating that he wasn't offended by her playful greeting.

Nithya breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for Coach Dravid's understanding. "Thank you, Coach," she replied, her voice more composed now. "How can I assist you?"

Coach Dravid got straight to the point, his tone businesslike as he delivered the news. "I wanted to inform you that we have a series of matches scheduled in about a week, and we'll need to fly to England for that," he explained. 

"I need you to start making arrangements for the team's travel – booking flights, arranging accommodations, and all the necessary logistics."

Nithya nodded, mentally noting down the details of Coach Dravid's instructions. "Understood, Coach. I'll get right on it," she assured him, her focus shifting to the task at hand.

Coach Dravid expressed his appreciation before ending the call, leaving Nithya to quickly gather her thoughts and begin making preparations for the team's upcoming trip.

As she set to work, the playful banter and laughter of the dressing room faded into the background, replaced by a sense of purpose and determination. 

With the weight of responsibility resting on her shoulders, Nithya knew that she would need to give her all to ensure that the team's journey to England went smoothly – no matter how many unexpected interruptions or embarrassing moments came her way.

As Nithya delved into the task of booking flight tickets and hotel rooms for the team's upcoming trip to England, she couldn't help but involve the boys in the process, knowing that their input would make the logistics run more smoothly – or so she hoped.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Nithya turned to the boys, who were still lounging in the dressing room, and cleared her throat to get their attention.

"Alright, gentlemen," she began, her voice tinged with amusement, "time to decide who gets to sit next to whom on the flight. We don't want any mid-air quarrel, do we?"

The boys exchanged knowing glances, their playful banter kicking into high gear once again. Shubman, ever the diplomat, spoke up first. "I vote we let Nithya decide," he suggested with a grin, earning a chorus of laughter from the others.