Love is in the Air ~ Shubman Gill

CHAPTER 28 🕊

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Anaya's POV

Anaya Kohli sat alone at a small corner table in the café, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup absentmindedly. The café buzzed with the usual afternoon energy, but she felt as though she were encased in a bubble of her own thoughts. The conversation with her mother about meeting Rohan still lingered in her mind, and she was struggling to come to terms with the idea.The café's television, mounted high on the wall, suddenly grabbed her attention. The Indian vs. USA cricket match was on, and Shubman Gill was batting. It had been 2.5 years since she had intentionally stopped watching cricket—since she had shut it out of her life to avoid the constant reminders of him.

Seeing Shubman on screen now was like a jolt to her senses. The sight of him, so focused and commanding, brought an unexpected surge of emotion. Her heart clenched as memories of their time together came rushing back, unbidden and vivid.The world outside seemed to fade as she was pulled into her thoughts. She remembered the afternoons spent together, the way his eyes sparkled when he talked about his passion for cricket, and how he would light up at the simplest of gestures. The small, intimate moments—laughter, shared dreams, and the warmth of his touch—seemed to replay in her mind with an intensity that left her breathless.

How had everything changed so drastically? The joy and connection they had shared now felt like a distant dream, replaced by a cold and painful reality. Watching him now, so distant and unreachable, reminded her of what once was and what had been lost.Anaya felt a tear slip down her cheek, her emotions swirling uncontrollably. She quickly wiped it away, trying to regain her composure. The match continued on the screen, but it felt like a backdrop to her internal struggle—a poignant reminder of a past she was trying to move on from.

Just then, a conversation from the table next to her caught her attention. The voices were animated, clearly discussing something they found intriguing."Did you hear about Shubman Gill?" one voice said. "He's apparently turned into quite the playboy. I saw him with a different girl at a party last week."Another voice chimed in, "Seriously? I heard he's been linked with several people. It's like he's reinvented himself completely."

A third voice added, "It's such a shame. He used to be so focused and dedicated. Guess fame really changes people."

The casual nature of their conversation, mixed with the speculative details, felt like a cold shock to Anaya. She had always known Shubman as someone deeply dedicated to his career. His commitment to cricket had been one of the things she admired most about him. To hear that he had apparently turned into someone who was unrecognizable from the person she once knew was a harsh blow.

Her heart ached as she processed the weight of these revelations. The Shubman she had loved was someone who put his career above all else, someone who had shared his dreams and aspirations with her. The idea of him now being a playboy, someone who seemed to have lost his sense of focus and dedication, was incomprehensible.

Anaya's mind raced with disbelief. How could someone so dedicated to their craft, someone who had once been a beacon of focus and ambition, change so drastically? The thought that he might have abandoned those qualities was both bewildering and heartbreaking.