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WARNINGS: Swearing
WORDS: 1150
Amara could not believe that Shubman Gill was standing there.
"What are you staring at?" Aryan asked her but then was shocked when he saw her eyes staring at the human on the field.
"WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT?!" their grandpa yelled, "SRH PLAYERS ARE MORE HOTTER THAN GT PLAYERS, ESPECIALLY MAMA MARKRAM"
"Well..." Amara started, "Maybe if I cheer for GT this match-"
"YOU PREGNANT ASSHOLE WILL ONLY CHEER FOR SRH AND MAMA MARKRAM, GOT IT!? OR YOU AND THE BABY ARE NO MORE". Her grandpa interrupted which made Aryan laugh so hard that he fell on the floor.
"Ok, ok! Chill old Tata!" Amara put her hands up in mock surrender. Grandpa glared at her and Aryan got back up from the floor.
"Tata, teach me roasts for Walker pleseeeee!" Aryan begged. Grandpa ignored him, he loved Mama Markram more than his wife, children, and grandchildren.
The match started and GT batted first. "Damn Tata, baby daddy team is crushing Mama Markram's team," Aryan said to himself, but old Grandpa glared at him.
And that Shubman Gill, Amara's baby daddy, was absolutely beating the SRH bowlers up so badly. 30 minutes into the match, Shubman was already at his half century. And then his century.
Finally, he got out. ON A WHOPPING 129 RUNS?!
"Well it looks like someone got a well deserved applause!" One of the commentators exclaimed, "And we've got the famous singer with her brother applauding too!"
Shubman looked at the crowd and noticed Amara. "Oh my god, it's her!" Shubman said to himself quietly.
"I think he saw me!" Amara told Aryan. Aryan shook his head. "Don't get your hopes up too high, he could be staring at someone else."
"Aryan!" Amara yelled. "Just shut up!"
Aryan put his hands up in mock surrender. "Hey! Chill! It's probably true! Or maybe... you like him!".
Amara pushed him. "Do you want me to reveal your Rolling in the deep cover to the cast? And Chunnie?"
Aryan chuckled hesitantly. "Uh, no! Please."
Amara nodded. "Good." And she sat back down. The match countinued with SRH having to chase a high total.
"COME ON MAMA MARKRAM!" Grandpa exclaimed. But it turns out, Mama Markram was failing and Amara was enjoying it.
At the end, GT won, and Amara was actually quite happy. "Tata, I'm gonna stay here. You go ." Amara told Grandpa.
Grandpa rolled his eyes. "Fine, if you keep Aryan with you. Text me when your ready to go, and I'll call the driver."
