Shubman Gill is facing a lot of problem in his family. His sister moved out because of him to a different country and no one knows where so both Keart and Lakwinder do not talk to them because of this.
Sara Tendulkar is a bubbly and has a loving fam...
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The day unfolded with the rhythm of routine, the familiar dance of daily chores marking the passage of time. As the clock struck 11:00, a sense of anticipation stirred within me. It was time to shed the mantle of the mundane and embrace the transformation that awaited in my room. The shower's embrace was a refreshing cascade, washing away the remnants of the morning's toil.
I emerged, ready to craft an image of poised elegance. My choice was a fitted black top, its short sleeves hugging my arms with a promise of sleek sophistication. The trousers were a symphony of beige, their wide-legged design flowing gracefully above my ankles—a statement of relaxed fashion. The ensemble was anchored by chunky black boots, their laces a bold declaration, their thick soles a testament to my readiness to conquer the world. On my left wrist, a golden bracelet shimmered—a whisper of luxury amidst the boldness of my attire.
With my hair swept back into a ponytail, a touch of makeup to enhance my features, I stood before the mirror. A smile of self-approval graced my lips. "Wow! I look so pretty in this outfit," I thought, capturing the moment with a photo sent to Aditi for her inevitable praise.
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Descending the stairs, I announced my departure to Mumma, her maternal affection wrapped in a simple, "Okay, take care, baccha." The nod I offered her was a silent promise to do just that.
The cafe was my destination, a rendezvous point I had set with Shubman. True to form, I arrived fashionably late, finding him already there, engrossed in the world within his phone. "Hi Shubman," I greeted, breaking his digital trance.
His response was immediate, "Hello Sara." He was quick to apologize for our last encounter, regret tinging his words. "I am extremely sorry for that day. I did not even introduce myself properly."
I brushed off his concern with a wave of my hand. "No problem, Shubman." His curiosity was evident as he inquired, "Why did you call me here?"
"You seem very distant from everyone. What happened?" I asked, my voice laced with genuine concern.
His self-awareness was apparent. "Am I that obvious?" he replied, a chuckle escaping my lips at his candor.
"Yes. Your fans are thinking that you had a heartbreak," I teased, eliciting a light smile that revealed the charming dimples on his cheeks. "It is not a heartbreak for sure because I have not dated anyone," he clarified.
