When Shubman Gill, India's cricket sensation, meets the Radhika Sharma, their worlds collide in an unexpected twist of fate. Radhika, the protected sister of captain Rohit Sharma, has lived a life of anonymity, known only to a trusted circle. Howeve...
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Radhika clutched her dupatta tightly with one hand while trying to balance her luggage with the other as she navigated through the chaotic Mumbai train station.
The loud symphony of trains arriving and leaving, vendor shouts, and constant chatter surrounded her, but her focus was on the flash of green darting ahead.
Mishi, her mischievous parrot, had managed to escape during the jostle of getting off the train from Coimbatore.
She had been attending medical college there and was now unexpectedly involved in a frantic chase through the station. Her silent calls were filled with urgency, her wide eyes scanning the bustling crowd for any sign of Mishi.
The parrot, clearly enjoying its newfound freedom, hopped from one perch to another, causing chaos wherever it went.
Navigating through the sea of people, Radhika struggled to keep up. At 5'3", she had to weave through the crowd, her modest height making it difficult to see over the mass of commuters. She caught fleeting glimpses of Mishi's bright feathers, shining in the sun filtering through the station's arched windows.
Her heart pounded not just from exertion but from the fear of losing her beloved bird in this vast, unfamiliar place.
She nearly collided with a fruit vendor, managing a quick, apologetic smile and gesture before swerving around his cart, but her eyes never left the rafters where Mishi was perched. Her hair, which she had meticulously tied before leaving, was now coming loose, strands falling into her face.
But she couldn't stop to fix it; her priority was Mishi. She continued her pursuit, hoping against hope that the bird wouldn't fly too far.
Mishi finally settled on a beam near the station's entrance, tilting her head as if taunting her. Radhika, panting and sweating, felt a flicker of hope.
She pushed through the crowd with renewed determination, narrowly avoiding a man with a stack of newspapers and a woman balancing a basket of vegetables. This bird, Radhika thought, shaking her head in exasperation.
It seemed Mishi enjoyed causing her trouble, hopping around like a green troublemaker. But she knew all too well that if anyone so much as tried to get close to her, Mishi would turn from a playful annoyance into a fierce protector, ready to peck at anyone who dared to come near her.
One step forward, and off Mishi goes, flitting to another beam just out of reach. Radhika sighed deeply, her breath catching in her throat as she tried to keep her eyes on the vibrant bird.
She maneuvered through the throng of people, her small frame making it easier to slip through gaps but harder to maintain a clear view of her feathery friend.
As she pushed forward, narrowly avoiding another collision with a hurried commuter, she spotted Mishi heading toward a familiar figure. Radhika's heart leaped with a mix of relief and anticipation as she recognized Aditi Hundia, her best friend.
