ShubSara (a)Shubh Vivah

Chapter 1

Disclaimer:

This work is purely and highly fictional and is not based on any sort of reality. I don't know anyone of them in person and I am writing based on whatever I have heard or read about them. I'm not intending to hurt anyone's emotions through it.

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"After a less-than-stellar World Cup campaign, Shubman Gill finally made a mark with a commendable 80 runs in the knockout match against New Zealand. However, lady luck still seemed to be on a coffee break as he hobbled back to the stadium, cramping up like a pretzel. India won by a whopping 70-run margin, but Shubman's performance was still the subject of much debate."

With a resigned sigh, Shubman closed the article and flopped onto the sofa, feeling as though he'd just been knocked out by a particularly harsh review.

"Maybe I shouldn't have sent Ishan to bed. Now I can't shake this off," Shubman grumbled to himself.

"On the bright side, he was practically glued to my side since the match ended and barely joined in the celebrations. He needs his rest too," Shubman mused, giving himself a mental slap on the wrist for being so inconsiderate.

"I should probably talk to Virat bhaiya about this," he decided, getting up from the sofa as if propelled by a sudden burst of resolve.

He headed towards his room, only to find himself knocking on the door with the urgency of someone who'd just forgotten their keys.

"Virat?" a feminine voice called from inside.

Shubman managed a soft smile. "Bhabhi, it's Shubman."

"Oh, Shubhi, come in! The door's always open," Anushka greeted warmly as he stepped inside.

"All good, bhabhi?" Shubman asked with a note of concern.

"Yeah, just a bit tired. You know how cranky Vamu gets sometimes," Anushka said, looking like she'd been through a marathon of diaper changes and sleepless nights.

"Oh, you should definitely get some sleep. It's pretty late," Shubman suggested.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll sleep later. You sit down," Anushka said, her tone already heading toward the exit as she made her way to the door.

"No, bhabhi, I was just looking for Virat bhaiya. You go ahead and get some rest. We'll catch up tomorrow. Good night!" Shubman said quickly, waving a hasty goodbye and bolting out before Anushka could protest.

As he wandered the corridor, he spotted Virat and Rohit huddled together, whispering conspiratorially.

"Go on, Ro, you've got this!" Virat urged.

"Shut up, Virat. Rits has already warned me—she's not budging from this room," Rohit said, sounding more apprehensive than a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

"Come on, Ro, Ritsy isn't that terrifying. Just man up and ask her to switch rooms with Nushkie and Vamu. We need to strategize for the next match," Virat said with a dramatic wave of his hand.

"Why don't you go and ask her yourself?" Rohit shot back.

"Shut up, Ro, and stop wasting time," Virat said, giving Rohit a nudge toward the door.

"Wait, you idiot, don't—" Rohit began, but Virat had already pushed him inside with a thumbs-up.

"Finally," Virat muttered, just as he noticed Shubman standing nearby with a curious look on his face.

"Shubhi, what are you doing up at this hour? Everything alright?" Virat asked, peering at him with concern.

"Yeah, yeah, bhaiya. I was just heading to bed," Shubman replied with a smile and started to make his exit.

"Something's definitely up with him," Virat mused, watching Shubman's retreating figure before turning his attention back to the ongoing drama between Rohit and Ritika.

"Come on, Shubhi, go to bed. It's way past bedtime," Shubman told himself, but his internal monologue was interrupted by the cheerful ping of his mobile phone.

"Sara!" Shubman's face brightened like a kid on Christmas morning as he saw the name flash on the screen. He snatched up the phone with the eagerness of someone who'd just been handed a lifeline.

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Hey Guys, This story is based on the night after India vs NZ Semifinal but it has nothing to do with the final featuring Shubman, Sara and Ishan along with Sachin Tendulkar, MS Dhoni, Virushka, Rohika, Jadeja and Hardik. 

I got this idea in the middle of the night so you can understand how crazy it would be. Basically it was going on in my mind since Shubman's iv where he neither denied ishman nor shubhsara and secondly watching Sachin Tendulkar attending every match pulling on black sunglasses only to see Ishman's Karwa Chauth on field. 

So do give it a try you won't be disappointed. Inline comments and votes will be appreciated. Keep reading!