𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙕𝙀𝙉 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙎 |short series | ~{Shubman Gill}

CHAPTER-7

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Author's pov,

A couple of years had passed, and Shubman and Y/N were now settled into a comfortable routine. Shubman was in the thick of his cricket career, representing India at various levels and earning accolades along the way. Y/N, in the meantime, had established herself in her own field, balancing a successful career with being a supportive partner.

Their love for each other had only grown stronger over the years, their bond deepened through the ups and downs of life. There were occasional disagreements and minor squabbles, but they were always able to resolve them with a mature conversation and an understanding of each other's perspectives.

They found joy in the small moments they shared - a quiet dinner at home, a weekend getaway to some secluded spot, a lazy day spent lounging around and doing nothing. They supported each other through the tough times, celebrated the victories together, and laughed at the silly mistakes they made. All in all, they had built a life together, one that was filled with love, trust, and mutual respect.

Despite his success on the field, Shubman didn't let fame get to his head. He was always grounded, always humble, always remembering where he came from. Y/N was his anchor, his constant, his rock. He often joked that she kept him sane and level-headed, and he meant it. Without her, he knew he would be lost.

Y/N, for her part, was extremely proud of Shubman and his achievements. She stood on the sidelines, cheering him on at every match, win or lose. She understood the sacrifices he had made for his career, the long hours of practice and travel. But she never complained, never resented it.

She knew that his passion for the sport was part of what made him who he was, and she wouldn't change a thing about him. So, she supported him, sometimes even more enthusiastically than he did, egging him on and believing in him even when he doubted himself.

To outsiders, they seemed like the perfect couple - successful in their careers, happy and in love. But beneath that veneer of perfection, there was a deep, genuine affection and understanding. They knew each other's quirks, and had memorized each other's moods and nuances. They were best friends as much as they were partners, each other's confidants and partners in crime.

And although their lives were hectic and chaotic, they always made time for each other. Date nights, surprise gifts, spontaneous trips - they did everything they could to keep the spark alive, refusing to let the grind of daily life dampen the flame that had ignited between them.

The love they shared was quiet yet deafening, their silent glances speaking volumes and their stolen touches saying more than words ever could. And as the years went by, they only grew closer, their bond becoming more resilient and their love growing deeper and more profound with each passing day.

So you see, their love wasn't a whirlwind affair or a fleeting attraction. It was a slow burn, a steady flame that had started small and grown into an inferno, consuming them both in the best possible way. They had found in each other a partner, a best friend, a soulmate, a shoulder to lean on and a hand to hold. They were not just a couple; they were two people who had found their other half, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

Y/N pov,

As I watched Shubman on the field, taking charge of the team with confidence and poise, a sense of pride washed over me. He had come so far since the first time I attended one of his matches, back when I was forced to come here just for the sake of our families but now here I'm supporting him with my own will. Now, here he was, the captain, leading his team to victory after victory, with a bright future ahead of him.