when 77 met 32 [ishman ff] [shubish]

2026

"Who sent these?" Yashasvi asked the staff. Looking at their faces, though, it was clear that they had no idea about who did. "Let's open the letter and see for ourselves," Suraya said, moving forward to open the letter. 'Heyyy...swagat nahi karoge hamara?' the letter said. Everyone looked confused; what was that supposed to mean?

"Isn't this Suhani's handwriting?" Ishan commented, making everyone look at the letter again. It had been so long since they last saw Suhani's writing, and who even remembers anyone's writing today? Shubman, on the other hand, looked too convinced about this theory of Ishan, but again, Shubman could be convinced about anything for as long as Ishan was saying it.

"is it?" A voice could be heard behind them, and they all turned around. It was Suhani indeed. She had trimmed her hair short and looked happier than ever. She smiled at everyone and ran towards Ishan, pulling him in a sudden hug. Ishan just smiled in the hug. "Finally, you are here," she said, confusing other members. "She is Ishan's fan," Rishabh added helpfully.

"Where have you been?" Shubman asked, his tone a bit stern. "Shubman," Ishan warned, instantly silencing him. "Well, I was out there helping you, Shubi; give me some credit," Suhani pretended to be hurt. "Stop with the drama," Shubman said, while the others just smiled. Rishabh, on the other hand, seemed to be unaware of the conversation. Instead, he was fixated on Suhani's necklace. There was nothing exceptional about the necklace, but he continued to stare at it.

"What's wrong, Rishabh?" Hardik inquired. "Amara," Rishabh murmured. "What?" Ishan asked, perplexed by Rishabh's sudden change in behavior. However, Suhani looked at Rishabh with gentle eyes. "Took you long enough," she said, smiling at him. Rishabh hurried towards her, grasping her necklace, which held a ring. Rishabh gazed at the ring, and then back at Suhani; his eyes were filled with unshed tears.

Suddenly, he pulled her into a hug. It was pure and unexpected. "What's wrong with you?" Abhishek asked, shocked by the situation. "Is she the girl you've been talking to?" Shubman asked, trying to comprehend the situation. Rishabh looked at Shubman and nodded. Everyone instantly understood what was going on. They all knew about the girl that Rishabh had been talking to, but none of them expected her to be Suhani.

"Where have you been?" Hardik asked Suhani when it was just him, her, Rishabh, Abhishek, Shubman, Ishan, Virat, and Rohit in the room. "It's a bit complicated." "It's okay, take your time," Rishabh said, and everyone looked at him. Shubman desperately wanted to say something but held himself back. Suhani looked at him, lost in thought.

Suhani's POV:

After leaving them all there, I left for London. Hi, myself Amara Malhotra. The eldest daughter of Malhotra and Co. I had always been my father's best child, and I had always done whatever I was asked for. Well, I might be exaggerating, but I never make mistakes, except one. I fell in love.

It had been quite some time since I started talking with this one guy online after defeating him in a game. He seemed like a nice person; later I came to know that he was the Rishabh Pant. One of the best Indian cricketers. We started talking more, and I had no idea about my boundaries anymore. I couldn't have told him about my identity though; we didn't reveal ourselves, but I wanted to meet him. Desperately.

Especially after that accident. That was the first time I lied to my father. I lied to him and took a flight to India. To see him. He was all right, and I was thankful, but when I returned, I was grounded. My father was right; of course, anything could have happened to me while I was in India without any protection. But I wasn't a child anymore, and he needed to understand that.

While explaining to my father how I wasn't a child anymore, I behaved exactly like one. I asked my father for 3 years. I needed three years to live my life like I wanted to, and if nothing had happened in that time, I would continue doing whatever I liked, but if something did happen and I came back before these three years, then I would need to do whatever my father asked of me. It was a deal, and I was ready for it.

I came to India prepared for it all, and despite his distaste for my choices, my father still helped me get into the cricketing world. After coming here though, I realized that it wasn't the fairytale everyone believed it to be. It was a hell instead. when and how I got caught up with the Ishan incident and completely forgot about the main reason I was here, I had no idea.

While there, I constantly asked for my brother's help with trivial things, but defeating Kartik wasn't trivial or easy at all. I needed my father. If I went now though I would lose all of it and would have to stay there, but it was all okay for as long as I could bring Ishan back and prevent Rishabh from living a similar fate. After speaking with them all for one last time, I went straight to London. To my father. I told him everything and asked him to help me.

Guess what? I was grounded again. He was right, of course, but I had this overwhelming urge to get Ishan back on the team, and I would stop at nothing. He told me that it was all too dangerous and that we couldn't get the company's name involved in their inner scandal, but I didn't want to understand. I had a plan. Since the time I knew the name and identity of the person, I had a plan. But this plan involved my father's corporation, and he wasn't cooperating at all.

After months of trying to make my father agree and failing constantly, I decided to use an emotional approach. That wasn't my style at all, but desperate situations called for desperate solutions. I was the favourite sibling, and I was well aware of my privilege. After a lot more persuading and drama, my father finally agreed to listen to what I had to say.

I told him how important this was for not only me but for a lot more people. Their life depended on this and my father didn't raise his daughter to sit back and watch people suffer. I had to do something and now I was too much into it all to back off. My father has never invalidated me. He might be harsh on me and he might want things to go his way but he was a good father.

And so, being a good father, he started buying shares in Bcci under my name. He couldn't have suddenly bought too many, or it would be too obvious, so the process was slow. But it was all worth it. Soon enough, he had bought enough shares for me to be the official head shareholder in Bcci. I didn't want that big of a responsibility on my shoulders, but that was the condition my father proposed before helping me.

He told me that following my plan would mean that I would need to take the responsibility and workload of it all, but I had never planned to give my name in. I wanted my father to be the head shareholder, and he refused immediately. The moment I said yes to it all, I knew that I was in trouble, but it was all okay for as long as I got to redo the unfair fate of them all.

I would work in shadows until I was ready to come out of them and face the world. hence here I was, not as the Indian cricket team's head manager and assistant strategic anymore but as the head shareholder of Bcci. I was not very proud of the title but I would work hard to make it mine and work hard and play fair.

Who could have imagined that I would spend so much fortune of my father behind a random person that I didn't even personally know about but, I guess destiny worked funny most of the time.

Sacking Kartik and his father under the name of the numerous frauds that they had done was the first thing I did after I got the position. I hadn't met him face to face yet but I just knew that I would slap him if I ever did meet him and I would definitely take Shubman along with me so that Kartik knows the proper definition of pain.

Kartik and his father's shady business was revealed to all of the association members but they were still influential enough to have buried the matter before the public knew about it and I wasn't planning to get them out of it all by just the sacking. I wanted them both to feel suffocated under the trolls of the common people, I wanted them to suffer just as much as Ishan and the others did. I was not planning on going easy on them.

This wasn't the end of it, this was actually the first step.