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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Sher bhi aise hi chalta hai. [Even a lion walks like this.]
Shubman stands frozen near the doorway, watching Rohit pace like a lion ready to pounce. His every step is heavy, deliberate, the kind of pacing that says something big is about to happen, and it's not going to be good.
Rohit's arms are crossed so tight across his chest it's a miracle his muscles haven't ripped his shirt yet. His jaw is clenched, a hard line of frustration that looks like it could crack any second, and Shubman's pretty sure even the walls of the flat are a little afraid right now.
Great. Rohit's in full-on Gabbar Singh mode.
Shubman swallows nervously. Gabbar Singh, but worse—because this is real life, and Rohit, like any protective brother, would probably go full daku on him if he makes one wrong move.
Desperate for some kind of distraction, Shubman scans the room. That's when he spots him—Ishan.
Of course. Ishan's sprawled out on the couch, one leg hanging off, like this is just any other chill afternoon. No tension, no stress. What's he doing? Eating bhakarwadi. Shubman blinks, baffled.
Bhakarwadi?
The air in the room is thick with tension, and here's Ishan, casually popping snack after snack into his mouth, completely unfazed by the storm brewing just a few feet away.
It's as if he's watching a cricket match on TV, not witnessing Shubman's life hang in the balance.
Shubman mutters under his breath, "Gadhaar." [Traitor.]
How is Ishan so calm? But of course, Ritika bhabhi's baby boy would be. The golden child. Why would he be worried? If things actually start to go south, Ritika bhabhi will swoop in like a superhero and sort it all out.
Ishan could probably just smile at Rohit bhai mid-bite, and Rohit would just ruffle his hair and smile.
Shubman stifles a sigh. Why can't his life be that easy?
Shubman can't shake the nerves. Virat bhai ka first baby hoon main, he reminds himself, repeating it like a mantra.
Everyone knows he's Virat's kaka, his baby. That means head pats, bro hugs, and motivational scoldings that still feel more like compliments. It's a Get Out of Jail Free card in the cricket world. If something goes wrong, Cheeku bhai will fix it.
But can even Virat save him from this? Because, let's be real, this is Rohit Sharma—Virat's right-hand man, his partner-in-crime, the guy who shares biryani secrets with him. Their bond is tighter than an Ambani budget.
Shubman glances at Virat, silently pleading, like a kid who just broke a window and needs his older brother to talk Dad down before the belt comes out.
