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Later that evening, after the lively banter in the hotel lounge had settled down and the players had dispersed to their rooms, Shubman found himself alone in his own thoughts. He sat by the window in his hotel room, the city lights twinkling in the distance, reflecting on the day's events.
He couldn't shake off the image of Supraja's smile, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about the campaign. Despite his initial dismissal of any personal interest, he found himself intrigued by her passion and dedication—not just to her work, but to the creative vision she was bringing to life.
"Maybe Ishan and the others were right," Shubman muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair. "There's something about her."
He pulled out his phone, scrolling through the photos and videos they had taken during the shoot earlier that day. His gaze lingered on the moments where Supraja had given directions, her voice firm yet encouraging, her eyes focused on capturing the essence of cricket.
"She's good at what she does," Shubman admitted quietly, feeling a sense of admiration stir within him.
As he scrolled further, he came across a candid shot someone had taken of Supraja laughing with the crew during a break. Her smile was infectious, lighting up the frame in a way that made Shubman pause.
"Alright, maybe I do find her intriguing," he admitted to himself with a small smile, setting his phone aside.
Outside, the city buzzed with life, cars honking faintly in the distance as people went about their evening routines.
Shubman leaned back in his chair, reflecting on the upcoming matches and the campaign they were working on. But amidst all the thoughts of cricket and strategy, thoughts of Supraja kept resurfacing.
"She's got this aura about her," he mused aloud, replaying their interactions in his mind. "Confident, yet down-to-earth. And that laugh..."
He shook his head, feeling a mix of confusion and curiosity. "What am I even thinking? She's probably got a boyfriend back home."
