Hearts shattered and familial bonds strained, the cricketing kingdom found itself in the clutches of guilt and regret. The prince of cricket, on the precipice of losing not just his title but his essence, sat forlorn in an opulent bar's private sect...
Virat drove to the bar where he often found Shubman drowning himself in bottles of wine. Ever since Meera and him got married, Virat stopped helping Meera with her requests and barely talked to her unless necessary. Lately, his only interaction with Meera was when he escorted Shubman home, a frequent routine that had been going on for the past two months. Virat couldn't help but wonder how they managed to get through the last 10 months of marriage without any major issues. He figured it might have been because Shubman was often away on tour. However, in the past two months, their touring had decreased, and it seemed like living under the same roof had worn them both out. Certainly, it only added strain to the marriage when Shubman, after getting himself drunk, would have one name on his lips, and it wasn't hard to guess whose.
At this point, it seemed like everyone had picked up on the strained relationship, including the media, which had started spreading news like wildfire that the two might soon get a divorce. Honestly, Virat couldn't deny that he felt relieved at the thought. He would actually be happy if Shubman could break free from the toxic situation. It might seem surprising coming from the Virt who would do anything for Meera, but he felt this way because he couldn't bear to see anyone else suffer any longer because of her stubbornness. Parking the car in front of the opulent bar, Virat handed the keys to the valet and was escorted inside by one of the guards. He made his way towards the private section, where he spotted his brother-in-law with his confidant, drowning himself in bottles of wine.
"Why do you always drink this wine, especially the lychee flavour from this particular company?" Ishan inquired, observing his best friend take a large sip, seemingly weary of the constant stream of divorce rumours and negativity surrounding him.
Shubman sighed, swallowing another mouthful of wine before responding, "The name 'Buri Buri' reminds me of her love for Shinchan, and this flavour is just how she used to describe it." He continued to drink, seemingly seeking refuge in the abundance of wine bottles around him. For Shubman, each sip was a nostalgic journey back to the cherished moments he shared with her. Yet, in the absence of alcohol, he was haunted by the memory of her stoic face, tears streaming down, as she watched the team celebrate without her.
Meanwhile, Virat Kohli, the cricketing world's kingpin, observed his brother-in-law and the cricket prince drowning their sorrows in alcohol. He couldn't help but feel complicit in his downfall, wondering if his constant acquiescence to his sister's demands had led them to this point.
Tears welled up in Virat's eyes as he blamed himself for the broken family and the shattered young man before him. He couldn't help but question if his unconditional love for his sister had inadvertently contributed to the downfall of both Shubman Gill and the cricket prince, who once held so much promise.
As Shubman continued to drown his sorrows in the memories of lost love, Virat's gaze fixated on a small detail on the wine bottle Shubman clutched so tightly. The dim light in the room caught a glint of something, and Virat's eyes widened as he focused on the label.
His heart raced as he read the fine print, and a realization struck him like a lightning bolt. The name "Buri Buri" on the bottle held significance beyond just a brand. Virat's breath caught in his throat, and he turned to Ishan with a mixture of shock and urgency in his eyes.
"Last chance," Virat declared, his voice tense, making Ishan's eyes widen in confusion. Virat's discovery might hold the key to mending the broken family and the rise of the cricket prince.
Ishan looked puzzled, his confusion evident on his face as he questioned, "What is it, Bhaiya?" Virat, sitting nearby, glanced briefly at Shubman, who seemed lost in his own thoughts, tapping his fingers on the table absentmindedly and staring into space. Virat sighed, then turned to Ishan and pointed at the label on the bottle.
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"It's the same words Nehmat had framed in her room with this sign," Virat explained, tracing the words as if they held some significant clue to Nehmat's whereabouts.
Suddenly, Shubman, with red and teary eyes from drinking, interjected, desperate for answers. "Nehmat, where is my Neh?" he pleaded, his voice on the verge of breaking. "Where's my Neh, Paaji? Do you know? Please, tell me," he implored, his anguish palpable.
With a tender touch, Virat gently caressed the younger one's forehead, his own eyes reflecting the tears in Shubman's. "We may not know where she is," he murmured softly, "but perhaps we've stumbled upon the key to finding her." There was a glimmer of hope in his words, a sense of determination to unravel the mystery and reunite with Nehmat.
Shubman's shoulders sagged, and he slumped onto the table, a weary smile tugging at his lips at the thought of reuniting with Nehmat. It felt like a blessing, a glimmer of hope in the midst of his anguish. With that hope in his heart, he drifted towards dreamland, envisioning Nehmat waiting for him with open arms. In his mind, her embrace was his second home, a sanctuary where he could find solace and peace. As sleep enveloped him, he found comfort in the belief that soon, he would be with his beloved Nehmat once more.
Virat hastily stuffed the bottle inside a bag and, with the help of Ishan, lifted Shubman from his seat, leading him out of the bar. However, they were met with a swarm of media, cameras flashing and reporters bombarding them with harsh questions. Despite the efforts of the guards to keep them at bay, the media remained relentless. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they reached Virat's car, while Ishan drove Shubman's car back home.
As Virat started the engine, he couldn't escape the flashes of the cameras, realizing that, despite his own fame, the media was more interested in capturing the image of the drunken star. He knew this wouldn't bode well, especially considering the impending storm of news headlines. First, he had to ensure Shubman got home safely and contain the situation before it escalated further. Then, he'd have to address the issue with the board before any drastic actions were taken. Additionally, he needed to find out who had tipped off the media and give them a piece of his mind. Despite Nehmat being the primary concern, the chaos and urgency of the situation caused her search to become the last thing on Virat's mind.
Rubbing his eyes to shield them from the flashes, he sped down the road as the crowd of reporters finally dispersed.
As Virat drove, his sole focus was on preventing any further obstacles that might impede his search for Nehmat. He silently prayed to every higher power, pleading for a reprieve from additional troubles that could push Nehmat's quest to the sidelines once again.
