ShubSara One Shots

When Tempers Collide🌡️

(First Fight, First Make-Up)

Plot:- It's been a year since their marriage, and everything seems perfect on the surface. But tensions have been brewing between Shubman and Sara due to their busy lives, Shubman's frequent travel for cricket, and Sara's demanding schedule as a doctor.

The sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the kitchen where Sara was busily preparing breakfast as the maids were on the holiday. The faint sound of cricket practice echoed in the background, a reminder of Shubman's commitments that always seemed to overshadow their time together. As a doctor working long hours at the hospital, Sara understood the demands of a career, especially one as high-pressure as Shubman's. But today, a heaviness settled in her heart, amplified by the realization that they hadn't truly connected in weeks.

Shubman entered the kitchen, his sports gear clinging to him, hair slightly damp from his morning shower. He looked tired but was trying to mask it with a smile. "Good morning, Sara. Kya bana rahi ho?"

"Good morning," she replied, forcing a smile. "Just some toast and eggs. Tumhe energy boost chahiye na?"

He chuckled, but the laughter didn't reach his eyes. "Haan, bas thoda busy rehna hai aaj."

The casualness of his tone stung. Sara's heart raced as frustration bubbled beneath the surface. "Shub, main samajhti hoon tumhari practice zaroori hai, par humara relationship bhi toh important hai."

He turned to her, the defensiveness creeping into his voice. "Sara, kya tum baar baar ek hi cheez leke baith jaati ho, tum hi batao main kya karoon? Yeh cricket meri life ka ek important hissa hai, tum yeh toh samajhti ho, right?"

Her voice trembled slightly, a mix of anger and sadness. "Haan, main samajhti hoon, Shub. Main toh issi environment mein badi hui hoon... lekin ab lagta hai jaise tumhari life mein meri jagah hi nahi hai."

Sara's words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions. She knew the dedication required for Shubman's career, but it felt like a part of him was slipping away, leaving her feeling invisible. She had seen her parents navigate this life, yet the knowledge did little to soothe her heartache. Today, the familiar world of cricket felt more like a barrier than a bond.

Shubman opened his mouth to respond, but the words caught in his throat. He could see the hurt in Sara's eyes, the deep-seated need for connection that had been neglected. He wanted to reassure her, to promise that she was his priority, but the weight of his responsibilities loomed large.

The silence stretched between them, filled with the tension of unaddressed feelings. Sara turned back to the stove, trying to focus on the sizzling eggs but feeling the ache of isolation growing. Shubman stood there, wrestling with his own feelings-wanting to reassure her but unsure how to bridge the growing gap between them.
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That evening, the air in the house was thick with anticipation. Sara had spent the day preparing for a dinner with her parents, Sachin and Anjali, hoping it would be a moment to reconnect with Shubman and each other. She had planned every detail. But as the clock ticked closer to their dinner time, a familiar dread settled in her stomach.

When Shubman entered the living room, his expression strained. "Sara, mujhe kuch zaroori meeting hai. Dinner cancel karna padega."

Sara's heart dropped. She felt a mix of disappointment and frustration. "Shub, tumhe pata hai kitna plan kiya tha maine is din ke liye. Yeh meeting itni zaroori hai kya tumhare liye?" Her voice trembled.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Sara, tum samajhti ho na yeh sab zaroori hai. Yeh team meeting hai, mujhe jaana padega. Mera career hain yeh."