Siya Kapoor is a psychiatrist used to untangling others' minds, but when it comes to her own heart, she's got a wall up. That is, until she's caught in a whirlwind with not one, but two of India's rising cricket stars: Shubman Gill, her magnetic, lo...
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3. Admiring.
They wandered through the deserted streets, the night air filled with the hushed whispers of their conversation. Shubman's playful banter and easy charm contrasted sharply with Siya's nonchalant demeanor.
"So, Siya, tell me something interesting about yourself," Shubman prodded, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
Siya shrugged, her expression unreadable. "I don't know, I'm just your average girl," she replied noncommittally.
Shubman chuckled, undeterred by her lack of enthusiasm. "Come on, there must be something that sets you apart from the rest," he persisted, flashing her a charming smile.
Siya rolled her eyes, unimpressed by his attempts at flattery. "I don't really care about standing out," she admitted bluntly. "I'm just me, take it or leave it."
Shubman's grin widened, intrigued by her candid honesty. "I like that about you, Siya. You're refreshingly real," he remarked, his tone genuine.
Siya raised an eyebrow, skeptical of his sincerity. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?" she quipped, her lips quirking into a smirk.
Shubman laughed, enjoying their playful banter. "Take it however you want," he replied with a wink, his charm undiminished by her indifference.
As they strolled through the dimly lit streets, Shubman spotted a stray cat and decided to attempt an ill-advised acrobatic feat to impress Siya. With a running start, he attempted a clumsy cartwheel, landing awkwardly on the pavement with a thud.
Siya's eyes widened in disbelief as she watched Shubman's failed attempt at athleticism. "Are you okay?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.
Shubman winced, rubbing his sore backside. "I'm fine, just a minor setback," he replied with a sheepish grin, trying to brush off his embarrassment.
"Can you tell me your name? Do you know where you are? How many fingers am I holding up?" she asked, her tone a mix of seriousness and amusement.
Shubman blinked, taken aback by Siya's sudden barrage of questions. "Uh, Shubman, we're in the middle of the street, and you're holding up... four fingers?" he replied tentatively, unsure of what to make of the situation.
Siya nodded, satisfied with his answers. "Good, good. Now, can you tell me how you're feeling emotionally? On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your level of embarrassment right now?" she continued, her voice adopting a professional tone.
Shubman couldn't help but chuckle at Siya's unexpected turn into counselor mode. "I'd say about a twelve," he admitted, flashing her a lopsided grin.
Siya couldn't resist the urge to continue her impromptu counseling session, determined to ensure Shubman was fully coherent after his failed acrobatic display.
