𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - shubman gill ✓

7. confrontations

Nithya's footsteps echoed softly in the hallway as she approached the door to the hotel room she shared with Shubman. Her heart pounded in her chest, anticipation mingled with trepidation, knowing that this conversation could change everything.

As she pushed open the door, the sight of Shubman greeted her – shirtless, his muscles glistening with sweat from his practice session. His presence filled the room, and for a moment, Nithya was struck by the raw intensity of their shared space.

Shubman turned towards her, his expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. "Hey," he greeted, his voice husky from exertion.

Nithya forced herself to meet his gaze, her heart fluttering nervously in her chest. "Hey," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper as she struggled to find her composure.

The air between them crackled with tension as they stood there, two souls on the precipice of a conversation long overdue.

Shubman broke the silence first, his tone cautious yet determined. "Nithya, we need to talk," he said, his eyes searching hers for answers.

Nithya swallowed hard, steeling herself for the inevitable confrontation. "Yeah, we do," she agreed, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

As they stood opposite each other, the weight of their unspoken words hung heavy in the air. Nithya took a deep breath, summoning the courage to speak her truth.

"Shubman, about that night..." she began, her voice trailing off as memories of their shared past flooded her mind.

Shubman's gaze softened, his eyes filled with a mixture of regret and longing. "I know, Nithya. I've been thinking about it too," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

A heavy silence descended upon them as they grappled with the weight of their emotions. Nithya could feel the tension building between them, threatening to erupt into something neither of them could control.

And then, like a dam breaking, the floodgates opened, and their words poured forth like a rushing river.

"I just can't shake the feeling that I was nothing more than a plaything to you," Nithya muttered, her voice thick with emotion as she voiced the fear that had plagued her for years.

Shubman's expression hardened, his eyes flashing with hurt and indignation. "Do you honestly think that's all you were to me?" he demanded, his voice tinged with frustration.

Nithya's heart clenched at the intensity of his words, her resolve faltering under the weight of his gaze. "I don't know what to think anymore," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper as she fought to hold back tears.

And then, in a sudden burst of emotion, Shubman reached out and pulled her harshly against his chest, his grip firm and unyielding.

"Do you think I didn't think about you?" he whispered, his breath hot against her skin as he held her close. "Every night since that night, you were the only girl on my mind. I neither touched nor looked at any other girl from that moment on."

Nithya's heart fluttered at his words, her eyes welling up with tears as she struggled to comprehend the depth of his emotions.

"Shubman..." she began, her voice choked with emotion as she searched his eyes for the truth.