Serendipity: A Shubhman Gill x OC Fanfiction

The Eye Contact

Without further ado, here comes the fourth chapter

Aankho ki gustakhiya
Maaf ho.....
Aankho ki sharmohaya
Maaf ho.....

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Fifteen minutes later, Anamika found herself in Ishan and Tilak's shared hotel room. She was sitting on their couch with her leg extended in front of her on the coffee table and propped with a cushion. Shubman had sprayed some pain relief spray on it and the three were now sitting on the bed whispering amongst themselves while Anamika talked to Sandhya on phone.

Sandhya had simply called to get updates about the walk but Anamika let it slip about her fall and was now getting grilled by the older woman.

"Anu, baccha, why are you so clumsy? Thank God the guys were there. Warna kya hota tumhara? Where would've you gone with your sprained ankle?"

Agar wo guy nahi hota to sprained ankle bhi nahi hota, the younger one thought at the back of her mind, looking at the guy in question and shook her head.

"Chill Sandy! I'm fine na. It will be okay in a few minutes. I'll call you later...... Bye!!" She quickly cut the call, placing her phone on the arm of the couch as she saw Ishan and Shubman approaching her. Ishan took a seat at the armchair next to couch and Shubman sat next to her on the couch.

Anamika felt her heartbeats rising as Shubman placed his hand on her ankle to inspect it for a brief moment. She was brought out of her trance when Ishan asked her,  "Anu, what do you think about the concept of warrior queens or princesses in Indian history? You know like Rani Lakshmibai, Rani Chenamma or.... You know Mastani?"

Anamika stared at him for a long moment and later broke into a rant. "Seriously, Ishu bhaiya? Mastani? If this is coming from Bhansali's Bajirao Mastani, I'm not even surprised. Mastani was not a warrior princess. Yes, she was the Princess of Bundelkhand and she was married to Peshwa Bajirao as a part of a marriage alliance. Honestly, I admire Bhansali a lot for his vision of aesthetics but he messes up history so badly. I mean look at Kashibai!! She couldn't do Pinga. She had -" Anamika heard her phone ringing and was about to turn around and fetch it when she felt a hand come up and holding her face. She looked up to find the hand belonged to Shubman. His brown eyes bore into her black ones, his hand large and rough against her cheeks. In that moment Anamika realised why people went gaga over brown eyes, cause the way the sun hit his eyes made them look like molten chocolate.
"-Arthritis....." She dumbly finished her sentence.
A little crack brought Anamika out of the pools of chocolate in front of her. She whipped her hand towards the sound only to find Tilak sitting near the table with his hands holding her ankle. Understanding dawned on her as her eyes went wide and she realised Shubman still had his hand on her cheek. She lightly cleared her throat and excused herself to the washroom. "Their idea, not mine!!" She vaguely heard Tilak saying with his hands held up.

A few minutes later the group sat in the lounge area of the hotel savouring a cup of tea or coffee, whilst playing a game of truth and dare. Shubman found his thoughts wandering to the woman sitting right across from him, looking all too beautiful after the hectic and tiring day they had had. She looked at him and he turned his eyes before they could make any eye contact.

He still couldn't shake off the trance her eyes had put him in. They were like black holes pulling him in and letting him drown in them. Her cheek warm and soft beneath his fingertips. He had let his eyes wander a little, taking in the little mole below her nose and her soft, supple lip-

He was broken out of the trance by his phone ringing and found it to be his manager. He excused himself and went towards a corner to receive the phone.