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On the day of the BCCI award show, excitement buzzed in the air, the final preparations having come together perfectly. Supraja, after handling a mountain of art direction work, had finally gotten a moment to catch her breath. With only an hour left until the event, she was ready to see Shubman.
She stood in front of the mirror in her hotel room, staring at her reflection. Her outfit was a daring choice—one she wouldn't have even considered a few months ago. She wore a sleek black satin dress that clung to her curves, with delicate spaghetti straps resting on her shoulders.
The dress flowed down to just above her knees, the soft material shimmering slightly in the hotel room light. Her dark hair, usually tied up in a bun or ponytail, was styled in loose waves that cascaded down her back. Her makeup was subtle, but her light pink lipgloss popped against her complexion. For the first time in a while, she felt... confident.
"God, is this too much?" she thought as she gave herself another once-over in the mirror. "I've never worn something this... bold."
She pulled at the dress nervously, her mind racing. "He's going to think I'm trying too hard, isn't he? Ugh, why can't I just be normal and wear a damn pantsuit? Should've gone with that."
But she knew deep down that she wanted to surprise him, to step out of her comfort zone. It wasn't just about Shubman. It was for herself.
She was tired of hiding behind safe choices and oversized blazers. Tonight, she was going to own it.
Taking a deep breath, she slipped on her black heels and made her way to Shubman's room.
As Supraja opened the door to Shubman's hotel room, the first thing she heard was Kanye West blasting from the speakers. She immediately cringed, freezing in the doorway.
"Of course, he'd play Kanye." she thought, rolling her eyes. "Does he even know what Kanye did to Taylor?!"
Shubman, completely unaware of her inner turmoil, was standing near the mirror, adjusting the cuffs of his navy blue suit. He looked breathtaking—no tie, just a crisp white shirt underneath that contrasted perfectly with the dark suit.
