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A few months later, on a warm, bustling afternoon, Evara was seated in the VIP section of a cricket stadium, her eyes bright and excited as she scanned the field. Shubman was playing in a high-stakes match for India against England, and she had flown out just to see him in action. It was a one-day international match, the stadium filled with an electric buzz of anticipation, fans waving flags and cheering with unrestrained energy.
Evara looked every bit the glamorous, supportive girlfriend, dressed in a sleek white crop top and high-waisted jeans paired with chunky sneakers, her hair cascading over her shoulders. She had accessorized with her favorite sunglasses and a delicate gold necklace that gleamed under the sun. Though she blended in with the crowd, her eyes were locked onto one person: Shubman.
Meanwhile, Shubman, standing out on the field in his blue and orange Indian jersey with the number 77 on his back, couldn't seem to focus. Despite his teammates' calls to keep his head in the game, his gaze kept drifting back to the stands where Evara was seated. Every time he glanced her way, his eyes softened, the intensity of the match momentarily forgotten.
A close teammate, Ishan Kishan, noticed him staring and elbowed him, chuckling. "Bro, if you keep staring at her like that, England won't have to worry about their batsmen — you'll just zone out and hand them the match."
Shubman rolled his eyes but couldn't help the smirk that crept onto his face. "Shut up, man. You know it's different with her. Can't believe she's actually here." His tone was soft, the pride and admiration evident.
Ishan shook his head, laughing. "You're whipped, man. Never thought I'd see you this distracted by someone."
Shubman laughed, brushing off the ribbing but stealing yet another glance at Evara, who had just taken off her sunglasses and was watching him with an adoring smile.
Then KL Rahul, fielding nearby, caught on to the situation. He gave Shubman a cheeky grin and said, "Dude, eyes on the pitch, not your girl. England's not going to wait for you to finish swooning."
Shubman groaned, tugging his cap lower over his face to hide the redness creeping onto his cheeks. "Screw you both," he muttered, unable to suppress his grin as he shot another look at Evara, who waved playfully when she caught his eye.
At that moment, the English batsman scored a boundary, and the crowd erupted in cheers. Snapped out of his daze, Shubman's face tightened with focus, but he still couldn't resist a final glance at Evara, mouthing a subtle "I'll see you soon" across the distance.
The next over came, and he shifted back to his usual intensity, yet every time the ball wasn't in play, his eyes would flicker back to her. She was laughing, cheering, clapping with excitement — completely immersed in the game. But every time she looked his way, her smile grew softer, her gaze more intimate.
The match went on with India pulling ahead, but the moment the game ended in India's favor, Shubman couldn't even think about celebrations. He barely made it through the lineup of handshakes with the English players before he darted straight toward the stands.
As he reached the VIP section, Evara came bounding down to meet him, her eyes shining with pride. "You played amazing out there! Kept me on the edge of my seat the whole time." Her voice was filled with excitement, and she practically threw her arms around him as soon as he was within reach.
Shubman laughed, pressing a kiss to her temple and pulling her close, despite the noise of the crowd around them. "I couldn't concentrate half the time because you were sitting there looking so damn beautiful."
Evara grinned, a hint of a blush coloring her cheeks. "Oh please, Mr. Gill. Don't blame me if you were about to zone out in the middle of a match. You're supposed to be focused, remember?"
He chuckled, shaking his head. "Focus? With you around, are you kidding me? Not a chance." He pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead before stepping back slightly, his arm still wrapped protectively around her.
Their sweet moment was interrupted by Ishan and KL, who were coming up from behind. Ishan grinned, giving Shubman a friendly smack on the shoulder. "So, are we going to get to actually celebrate the win, or are you two just going to keep making googly eyes at each other?"
Shubman rolled his eyes, smirking. "Oh, shut it, Kishan. Go celebrate with someone who's not going to call you out on your poor fielding."
Evara burst out laughing, giving Ishan a playful pat on the shoulder. "Ignore him, Ishan. You were great out there!"
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