𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, [ SHUBMAN GILL ]

5. The Masked Man

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Layla stepped out of the plane, her long legs moving swiftly as she walked through Daniel K. Inouye International Airport.

A few bodyguards surrounded her, and the paparazzi, who had managed to follow her all the way from Chicago, fired off questions.

"Layla! How long are you here for?" one called out.

"What’s your next project?" asked another.

Layla, smiling brightly, answered casually. “Just taking some time off, relaxing. No work for now, just sunshine and good vibes!”

She was buzzing with excitement, her heart racing as she finally stepped into the tropical paradise she had been dreaming of for weeks.

Hawaii.

The place she knew would give her the peace she desperately needed.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the airport, Shubman walked through the crowds with his mask on, trying to stay as low-key as possible.

Dressed in casual clothes with a cap pulled low, he blended in.

No one recognized him, and that was exactly how he wanted it. This trip was about escape, not cricket.

Layla, now traveling alone after sending her bodyguards ahead, felt a sudden pull.

As she walked through the terminal, a strong, musky cologne hit her senses.

It was intriguing—so familiar yet completely new.

She looked around, her eyes scanning the crowd, and then she saw him.

He was tall, wearing a cap and mask, but it was his eyes that caught her attention.

His eyes were so deep, so intense. She felt her face flush as she stared at him, mesmerized.

For a moment, she forgot where she was. She couldn’t stop looking at those eyes.

Shubman, completely unaware of the girl staring at him from across the terminal, kept walking.

His mind was somewhere else—he was too busy thinking something.

On the other side, Layla’s heart raced. "Who was that man?"