Love is in the Air ~ Shubman Gill

CHAPTER 4 🕊

ANAYA'S POV

We just reached the stadium and received a call from an unknown number. Uhh, what's with these unknown numbers today? I answered the call and said, "Hello," but didn't hear anything for a few seconds. Meanwhile, Varun cracked a joke, and I burst out laughing.

"Hello, anyone there?" I said again.

"Hello," I heard a deep, husky voice, which gave me goosebumps. It froze me for a second. I inhaled deeply and then heard the voice again.

"Hi, myself Shubman Gill—" I cut him off, as I only caught the word "Gill" and missed the rest because of the noise at the stadium's entry point. So, I moved to a quieter spot.

"Listen, Mr. Gill or whatever your name is, I don't need any credit or debit card or even a loan, like, seriously!" I said, frustrated, remembering the salesman from this afternoon whose name was Gill something.

He interrupted, "Wait, what? Credit card? Actually—"

"Ohhh, so you want to offer me a loan? Okay, okay, I get it. Listen, man, I don't need a loan either. My dad is rich enough to afford my expenses. And if your bank has issues, tell me; I'll ask Dad to send some investors your way. So, please stop disturbing me!" I said angrily.

"ARE YOU DONE WITH YOUR LECTURE? Like, tum kitna bol leti ho, wah! And what was that about 'my dad will send investors' and all? Girl, first listen to what you're saying!" he replied, clearly irritated.

"I'M THE SHUBMAN GILL, NOT ANY BANK SALESMAN, FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE!" he yelled.

"Shubman Gill? Who's that?" I asked, confused.

"What? You don't know me?" he said, sounding shocked.

"No, man, I don't know you. Now will you please tell me why you called? I'm getting late to watch Ronaldo!" I said, bored of this conversation.

"Hah, me too! But wait, are you really Anaya Kohli? Because I doubt it. You don't know me!" he said.

"What? Dude, why are you so full of yourself? It's not like you're some prince or something!" I shot back.

"Hahahaha, yes, girl! I'm the PRINCE OF THE CRICKET WORLD," he said, proudly.

"WHAT?" I asked, shocked.

"Yes, I'm Virat Bhai's friend. We've come to watch the football match." he explained, and realization hit me. Oh god, why do I love making a fool of myself?

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I mistook you for that salesman from earlier. His name was also something like Gill. I don't watch much cricket, so I'm really sorry!" I apologized, embarrassed.

"It's fine, I can understand. But now, can you tell us where you are? We're waiting near Entry No. 4." he said.

"Okay, wait there. I'm near that entry. What are you wearing or how do you look?" I asked while moving toward Entry 4.

"I'm wearing a black leather jacket with black denim," he said. Damn, this guy has good fashion sense.

"And if you're wondering how I look, Google me," he said with pride.

"What? Google you? Are you crazy, man? Just raise your hand; I think I'm nearby," I muttered. This guy is so full of himself, like he thinks he's Shah Rukh Khan or something.

As I mumbled this, I saw a man in a black jacket and black denim from behind. I went up to him and placed my hand on his shoulder. Damn, he's tall. He turned around and—FUCK! Is this for real? He's so handsome, like a Greek god. Now I understand why he's so full of himself. I was still frozen when he said something.

"You're Anaya?" he asked. Damn, my name sounds so good when he says it, like it was made for him.

"Yes... you're my prince," I blurted out, still in a daze.

"Huh? What?" he asked, confused, bringing me back to reality. Oh no, I made a fool of myself again!

"Sorry, I mean prince of cricket—THE SHUBMAN GILL," I said, smiling awkwardly.

"Obviously, she's Anaya," I heard a girl's voice as she hugged his arm. I think this is probably his girlfriend, but I'm getting bad vibes from her. Then a boy joined them—he looked young, full of energy.

"Hey, you're Anaya, right?" the boy asked, smiling brightly.

"Yes, I am," I said, smiling back.

"Hi, I'm Ishaan Kishan, the Indian opening batsman," he said proudly with a wide smile.

"Nice to meet you, Ishaan," I said as we shook hands.

"And this is Natasha, my friend," he gestured toward the girl, who was still holding onto Shubman. Ugh, chipku much? He continued, "And I guess you already know him, right? I mean, he's so famous, I don't need to introduce him."

I nervously nodded, just as my phone rang. It was Varun, reminding me the match was about to begin. Ishaan is really cool, though. He was a bit flirty, but it was a healthy, harmless flirt, so I didn't mind.

"By the way, Anaya, you're so beautiful. Is beauty something that runs in the Kohli genes? I mean, even Virat Bhai is handsome!" Ishaan joked, and we all laughed as we made our way to our seats.

As we settled in, we introduced each other properly. The atmosphere was light and fun. The match was about to begin in 15 minutes, and I couldn't wait to see Ronaldo play live.

So that's how the day went! Hope you enjoyed the banter between Anaya and Shubman!✨️💕 Stay tuned for the next chapter, which will be updated tomorrow.

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Loads of love 💗