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As Shubman drifted off into a restless sleep that night, his mind still buzzing with thoughts of cricket and the enigmatic Evara, he found himself slipping into a dream unlike any he had experienced before.
In the dream, he found himself standing in a vast, empty field, the air thick with a sense of anticipation and mystery. He looked around, searching for something – or someone – but all he could see was darkness stretching out into infinity.
"Hello?" he called out, his voice echoing into the void. "Is anyone there?"
But there was no response, only the eerie silence of the night. Shubman felt a shiver run down his spine as he continued to search for the source of the mysterious presence that seemed to linger just beyond his reach.
Suddenly, a figure appeared before him, her form shrouded in shadow and mystery. Shubman's heart raced with excitement as he took a step closer, desperate to see her face and unravel the secrets she held.
"Who are you?" he asked, his voice trembling with anticipation.
But the figure remained silent, her features obscured by the darkness. Shubman strained his eyes, trying to catch a glimpse of her face, but it was like trying to grasp at smoke – she slipped through his fingers, just out of reach.
Frustration welled up inside him as he reached out, longing to touch her, to feel the warmth of her skin against his own. But no matter how hard he tried, she remained just beyond his grasp, a tantalizing enigma that danced on the edges of his consciousness.
And then, just as suddenly as she had appeared, the figure vanished into thin air, leaving Shubman alone in the darkness once again. He stood there, feeling a strange mix of longing and confusion wash over him as he tried to make sense of the dream that had just unfolded.
