Destined

Worlds Apart

March 2019
London, England

Sara sipped her latte and pulled out her laptop, determined to overcome the post-lunch afternoon slump. She was loving her job working in skincare- it had become a real passion of hers.

Seated in a idyllic and pretty cafe, with views of the busy London streets, it was the perfect setting for some productivity. Just as she was about to put her headphones in, a conversation nearby caught her attention.

Two girls at the next table were staring at a phone dreamily, chatting with excitement.

"He's soo cute, I'm actually obsessed with him. I watch KKR matches just for him."

"Dude he looks like a model, how's he a cricketer?"

"And he's actually good! I heard he's the next Kohli."

"God. I could stare at him forever."

Sara felt a tight knot deep in her stomach. Even without being named, she knew they were gushing about Shubman. Her Shubman. Who else could it be?

It was true that he had gained quite the female following since his IPL debut. She'd seen some fan pages and posts. But this was the first time she'd encountered the fangirling in real life.

He was her boyfriend. What gave them the right to drool over him? A sudden disturbance overcame her. How many girls were coming up to him, talking and taking photos? Asking for his number?? Did he smile and oblige happily? Did it excite him?

A pang of insecurity sent her thoughts spiraling, brimming with anxiety and annoyance. She got up and left the cafe, walking briskly.

She hadn't felt this way since her high school situationship. That guy had strung her along, purely attracted to her famous surname and status. Back then she didn't realize it, but she was now embarrassed remembering the games he played with her heart.

She impulsively dialed Shubman's number. The thoughts had overwhelmed her mind, and she needed to pour it out.

He picked up quickly.

"Helloo. How's my hard worker?"

"Fine."

"Done for the day then?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Had your lunch?"

She took a deep breath, ignoring his question.

"How are your admirers?"

"Admirers?" Shubman replied confused.

"Haan. Oh sorry, should I call them fans instead?"

Shubman furrowed his brows in further perplexion.

"Huh, I don't get it. What are you talking about, kya hua? What admirers?"

"I see your replies on Insta comments Shubman. Sending hearts and smiles to all."

"Baby they're just well wishers. I don't even check if it's boy or girl profiles, I respond to everyone the same."

"Oh is it? Don't act oversmart now."

"I'm serious!"

"Please, just stop the nataak," she muttered.

Shubman chuckled, beginning to understand what was going on.

"Aare. Are you jealous," he asked with a slight smug.

"No."

"Sure?"

"Pakka. What's there to be jealous of? Anyways leave it, go talk to your fans. I don't care."