Love is in the Air ~ Shubman Gill

CHAPTER 30 🕊

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Shubman's POV - Reminiscence and Regret

The crowd roared as Shubman Gill stepped up to the crease, his bat firm in his hands. He took a deep breath, trying to focus on the game. The Indian cricket team was in the middle of a crucial match, and all eyes were on him. But no matter how hard he tried to concentrate, his mind kept drifting back to her-Anaya.

It had been two and a half years since they had parted ways, and not a day went by without him thinking about her. Every time he stepped onto the cricket field, every time he scored a run or took a catch, he wished she were there to see it. Anaya had always been his biggest supporter, cheering him on from the stands or from home when she couldn't be there in person. Her encouragement had meant everything to him.

Shubman shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He needed to focus. The bowler was already charging towards him, the ball hurtling through the air. Shubman swung his bat and felt the satisfying crack as the ball connected and soared through the air. The crowd erupted in applause, but Shubman felt none of the usual thrill. Instead, his heart ached with the emptiness that had settled there since Anaya left.

He finished his innings and returned to the pavilion, the weight of his emotions heavier than the exhaustion from the game. As he sat down, wiping the sweat from his brow, his thoughts once again drifted to the past.

Shubman left the stadium as soon as he could. He didn't feel like interacting with anyone, not his teammates, not the fans, not even the press. The usual post-match banter and camaraderie felt hollow. He had mastered the art of putting on a mask, smiling when needed, laughing at the right times, but it all felt like a lie. The only place he felt even remotely comfortable now was in the quiet solitude of his home.

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Shubman Gill felt the weight of the day's match as he walked through the stadium's corridors, the cheers of the crowd fading behind him. His teammates were heading back to the hotel on the team bus, but Shubman had decided to drive himself home. He needed the solitude, the quiet, to escape the overwhelming thoughts that had plagued him all day.

As he got into his car and started the engine, the radio came on, filling the silence with a familiar song. The haunting melody of "Roke Na Ruke Naina" began to play, and the lyrics pierced through his defenses:

*Kaat'ta hoon laakhon lamhein,
Kat'te nahin hain
Saaye teri yaadon ke
Hat'te nahin hain*

Shubman gripped the steering wheel tighter as the song continued, the words resonating deeply with the ache in his heart.

*Sookh gaye hain aansu teri judai ke
Palkon se phir bhi baadal
Chhant'te nahin hain*