In the bustling halls of St. Teresa's College, Shubman Gill is known as much for his cricket prowess as for his aloof demeanor. Balancing the demands of being a top player for the Gujarat Titans and a dedicated student, Shubman has little patience f...
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The next day, Sara was determined to get the task over with. After a long night of working on Shubman's assignment, she finally had it ready. The whole situation still irked her, but a promise was a promise, and she wasn't one to go back on her word.
She headed to the college early, hoping to catch Shubman before classes started. As she walked through the corridors, her eyes scanned the groups of students, looking for any sign of him. Eventually, she spotted him leaning against the wall near the entrance, engrossed in a conversation with Abhishek.
Taking a deep breath, Sara squared her shoulders and approached them. Shubman noticed her first, his expression neutral as she walked up to him. Abhishek gave her a friendly nod, but it was Shubman who spoke first.
"Sara," he acknowledged, his tone indifferent. "What's up?"
Sara held out the assignment, her gaze steady. "Here's your assignment. I finished it last night."
Shubman glanced at the papers in her hand, then back at her. For a moment, there was a flicker of surprise in his eyes, but he quickly masked it. He took the assignment from her without a word, briefly skimming through it.
"Thanks," he said curtly, tucking the papers into his bag.
Sara hesitated, feeling the need to say something more. "Look, Shubman, I know you didn't ask for this... arrangement. But I'm not your enemy, okay? I didn't mean to cause any trouble with that post."
Shubman's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze piercing as he looked at her. "Just don't do anything like that again," he said, his voice low. "I don't need more complications."
Sara nodded, understanding the underlying frustration in his words. "I won't. I'm sorry about what happened. I'll try to stay out of your way."
Before Shubman could respond, Abhishek chimed in, trying to lighten the mood. "Hey, don't worry, Sara. Shub's just grumpy in the mornings. You did a good job on the assignment. Maybe he'll start to appreciate having you around."
Shubman shot Abhishek a look that clearly said "not helping," but Abhishek just grinned. Sara couldn't help but smile faintly at Abhishek's attempt to ease the tension.
"Well, I'll see you both in class," Sara said, turning to leave.
As she walked away, she could feel Shubman's eyes on her, but she didn't look back. She had done her part, and for now, that was enough.
During the break, Sara was walking down the hallway, lost in thought. She was still trying to wrap her head around the morning's encounter with Shubman when suddenly, she felt a rough hand grab her arm. Startled, she looked up to see a group of boys, their faces twisted in smirks that sent a chill down her spine.
"Hey, Sara," one of them sneered. "Why don't you come with us? We just want to talk."
Before she could react, they pulled her into an empty classroom, shutting the door behind them. Panic surged through her as she struggled to free herself, but their grips were strong.
