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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Shubman and Sara were sitting in the classroom, side by side, as the professor began the lesson. Sara was focused on her notes, but Shubman's attention kept drifting toward Vikram, seated a few rows away. The tension between them hadn't eased since the confrontation.
Partway through the lecture, Vikram raised his hand, interrupting. "Sir, I had a doubt in this integration question."
The professor glanced at the board and said, "Vikram, Sara has already solved it. You can ask her during the break."
Vikram smirked, his gaze settling on Sara. She sighed, feeling Shubman tense next to her. Rolling her eyes, Sara tried to ignore Vikram's lingering stare, but the professor, unaware of the undercurrent, added, "Sara, please help Vikram with his doubts."
Sara reluctantly nodded, glancing at Shubman, who clenched his fists but kept silent. His jaw tightened, and Sara could sense his growing frustration.
When the break finally came, Vikram was already waiting for her near the desk. Shubman shot him a warning look, but he held back, trusting Sara to handle it for now.
Sara walked up to Vikram, crossing her arms. "What do you want, Vikram?"
He leaned in slightly, his tone smug. "You."
Sara rolled her eyes and said sharply, "Stop messing around. I'm here to help you with the question, nothing else."
Reluctantly, she sat down and started explaining the problem, keeping her tone as neutral as possible. But Vikram wasn't paying attention to the lesson. Instead, he inched closer to her, trying to place his hand on hers. Sara immediately noticed and withdrew her hand, glaring at him.
"Vikram, stop," she snapped, her voice firm.
He laughed softly, leaning back but not taking the hint. "Oh, come on, Sara. We both know there's more here than just this math problem. You're wasting your time with that cricketer."
Sara's patience snapped. She stood up abruptly, pushing her chair back. "I'm not interested in your games, Vikram. If you try anything like that again, I won't be as nice."
Just then, Shubman, who had been watching the entire exchange from a distance, walked over. His face was hard, and there was no mistaking the fury in his eyes.
"Vikram," Shubman's voice was dangerously low, "if you lay a finger on her again, I'll make sure you regret it."
Vikram stood up, smirking as if unfazed by Shubman's threat. "Relax, Shubman. I was just asking for help. No need to get so possessive."
But Shubman wasn't buying it. He stepped closer, his fists clenched. "This is the last warning I'm giving you. Stay away from her."
Vikram shrugged, acting casual, but there was a flash of uncertainty in his eyes as he realized Shubman wasn't joking. Without saying another word, Shubman turned to Sara and took her hand gently, guiding her away from the scene.
