Bade Sapne

part 4

Shubman’s POV

It had been days since the interview, and everything still felt like a bad dream. The chaos, the accusations, the questions—none of it seemed real, yet it was my life now. I’d done my best to ignore it, focusing on cricket, on Gujarat, on anything to keep my mind from spiraling. My flight to Gujarat was in a few hours, and I was more than ready to leave all this behind.

The inquiry from the BCCI still hung over my head like a dark cloud, but I couldn’t let it consume me. I hadn’t done anything wrong. Still, the weight of the accusations, the constant media attention, and the feeling that everyone was watching my every move… it was exhausting. I just needed a break, a moment to breathe.

I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my packed bag. The ticket to Gujarat lay on the nightstand, reminding me that I’d be on my way soon. The idea of leaving everything behind for a few days felt like a relief, even though I knew it wouldn’t last forever.

Just as I was about to get up and double-check my packing, my phone buzzed on the bed. I glanced at the screen, and my breath caught in my throat.

Vira.

My first instinct was to ignore it. I couldn’t deal with her right now. I didn’t want to deal with her. Not after everything that had happened. The accusations, the media frenzy, the way our lives had been torn apart. We hadn’t spoken since the whole mess began, and I was still angry. Angry at her for being involved, for the way things had gone down, and maybe, deep down, I was angry at myself for caring so much.

The phone rang again. I clenched my jaw, staring at her name on the screen, my thumb hovering over the decline button. I didn’t owe her anything. I could just let it go to voicemail and leave for Gujarat like I’d planned.

But something stopped me. Maybe it was curiosity, maybe it was the desperation I could sense even through the phone screen. After all, she hated me so much that she wouldn't call unless there was some sort of problem. I let out a frustrated sigh and, before I could change my mind, swiped to answer.

“Vira?” I said, my voice sharper than I intended.

For a moment, there was only the sound of her breathing—ragged, uneven, panicked.

"Shubman... please..." Her voice was small, broken, a far cry from the confident girl I once knew. "Mujhe paata hai ki tu mujhse nafrat karta hai, but please... mujhe bachao... woh log... woh log mujhe jaan se mar dalenge..."

My heart stopped.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm, though I could feel the panic creeping in.

"They’re after me... Shubman, please... I don’t know what to do! They’re following me, throwing stuff, shouting at me... I—" Her voice cracked, and I could hear her sobbing. “I’m scared. I can’t… I don’t know where to go.”

The world seemed to slow down around me. Throwing things? People following her? What the hell was happening? For a moment, all the anger I’d felt toward her evaporated, replaced by a sickening feeling of dread.

“Where are you?” I demanded, already grabbing my keys and jacket.

“I—I’m not far from my house, but they’re everywhere, Shubman. They won’t leave me alone. Please...”

Her words were frantic, almost incoherent, but I could hear the fear in her voice. This wasn’t a joke. This wasn’t something I could just brush off.

"Okay, just… stay on the phone. I’ll come get you." I was already out the door, my heart racing as I jogged toward the parking lot.

"You’re coming?" she asked, sounding like she could barely believe it.

"Yes, I’m coming. Just stay with me, okay?" I tried to sound reassuring, even though my mind was spinning. How had things gotten so bad? How had it come to this?

I unlocked my car and threw myself inside, turning the key with shaky hands. "Tell me exactly where you are."

She gave me a rough description of her location, and I floored the pedal, my mind racing almost as fast as the car. I didn’t know what I was walking into, but there was no way I could leave her out there. Not like this.

I weaved through the heavy Mumbai traffic, using my horn more than I'd ever done since getting my license. As I drove, I could still hear the sounds of the mob in the background on her end of the line—the shouting, the chaos, the panic.

I pressed the phone closer to my ear. “Vira, listen to me. Lock the doors of wherever you are. Don’t go outside. I’ll be there in five minutes.”

“I... I’m hiding, but they’re everywhere, i can't lock myself in anywhere, Shubman. Please... just hurry.”

“I will. Just stay put.” My voice was firm, but inside, I was terrified. What if I didn’t make it in time? What if something happened to her before I got there?

I pushed the car harder, weaving in and out of traffic, not caring about the honking horns or the lights flashing past. All I could think about was getting to her before it was too late.

“Hold on, Vira. Mein aa raha hoon.”
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AHHHHH I LOVE THIS MAN SM, SOMEONE GET ME A GUY LIKE THIS WHAT?!?!?!?

LIKE BRO DROPPED EVERYTHING AND WENT TO SAVE HER WHAT A GENTLEMAN

CAN YOU TELL I WROTE THIS CHAPTER BASED OFF MY DREAM MAN??

ANYWAYS HOW WAS THIS CHAPTER?? I SURE LOVED IT.

AHAHHAHAHA THIS GUY IS LITERALLY MY DREAM WHY DOES HE NOT EXIST IN MY LIFE YET. LIKE PLEASE MAKE YOURSELF KNOWN TO ME I WILL LITERALLY MARRY YOU 🙏🙏🙏

BUT ANYWAYS ENOUGH FANGIRLING

I WAS BEING A BAD AUTHOR COZ I DIDNT UPLOAD LAST WEEK AND I UPLOADED THIS WEEK SO A TRIPLE UPLOAD THIS WEEK IS MY PUNISHMENT SORRY GUYS 😭😭

DONT HATE ME PLS

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