The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden hue over the cricket ground. The sounds of bats hitting balls, coaches shouting instructions, and players running drills filled the air. Among them, a tall man stood at the crease, focused on his training. He took a perfect swing, sending the ball flying across the field. Just as he was about to take another shot, he heard someone call his name.
Voice from a distance Shubman
Shubman paused, lowered his bat, and looked towards the voice. He reached up and removed his helmet, revealing his sweat-soaked hair and intense expression. A charming smile crept onto his face.
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Hi, I’m Shubman Gill. Cricketer by profession, heartthrob by accident. But let me tell you something—love, relationships, shaadi... it’s all just a big distraction. I’ve got my eyes on one thing—cricket. And marriage? Hah! That’s a game I’m never playing
He wiped the sweat from his brow and glanced around the field, his eyes reflecting a mix of determination and nonchalance.
Shubman continuing People say I’m good at breaking hearts, but that’s only because I don’t let anyone break mine. Love, shaadi... yeh sab distractions hain. Aur main distractions ke liye bana hi nahi hoon.
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Just then, Ishan Kishan, Shubman’s best friend and teammate, jogged up to him, slinging an arm around his shoulders.
Ishan teasing Wah, wah! Shub aaj toh sab ball pe chakka aur chauka.. kya baat hai kuch special hai yaa koi special one came to see you for training
Shubman grinning Chall hatt koi aur kaam nahi hai tere pass mujhe pareshaan karne aajate ho
The two shared a laugh, their camaraderie evident in the way they joked around.
*Scene Transition: Shubman’s Home - Evening*
Shubman returned home after an intense training session, still energized from the workout. As he walked through the door, he was greeted by the familiar warmth of his home. His parents were sitting in the living room, and as soon as they saw him, they exchanged a look that Shubman didn’t miss.
Shubman’s Father smiling Shubman, aaj ka training kaisa raha?
Shubman grinning Jaise hamesha rehta hai—perfect.
He placed his cricket bag down and joined them on the sofa. His mother handed him a glass of water, which he accepted with a smile.
