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The railway station pulsed with energy, a vibrant hub where strangers' paths converged. The afternoon sun cast a warm glow through the glass ceiling, illuminating the bustling platform. Announcements echoed through the air, mingling with the murmur of conversations and the rustle of footsteps.
Shreyas Iyer, India's cricket sensation, dashed through the platform, his athletic build weaving past travelers. His eyes fixed on his watch, his mind racing with the upcoming match. The thrill of competition coursed through his veins, but the thought of facing his coach's disapproving gaze made his pace quicken.
As he turned a corner, his phone slipped from his pocket, and he lunged to catch it. In the same instant, a woman emerged from the crowd, her eyes fixed on her own phone. Her raven-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and her bright yellow salwar kameez radiated warmth amidst the drab airport attire.
Their paths converged in a burst of energy, like opposing forces colliding. Shreyas's shoulder bumped into hers, sending her bag flying open. Contents spilled onto the floor: books, makeup, and a wallet.
"Oh no!" Tamaya exclaimed, her voice husky and rich.
Shreyas's apologetic words tumbled out. "I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"
"Watch where you're going, cricket star!" Tamaya exclaimed, her eyes flashed with annoyance.
Shreyas's retort came swiftly. "You're the one standing still. Maybe try moving out of the way next time."
Tamaya's gaze snapped up, her expressive eyes narrowing. For a fleeting moment, Shreyas saw a flash of irritation, then a spark of indignation danced in her eyes.
"You think you own this platform?" Tamaya asked, her voice laced with sarcasm.
Shreyas smirked. "I'm just trying to catch my train. Unlike some people, I have places to be."
Tamaya's smile twisted. "And I'm sure those places are filled with adoring fans and endless praise."
"Something like that," Shreyas replied, his tone dripping with confidence.
Tamaya's eyes rolled. "You're as arrogant as they say."
Shreyas chuckled. "And you're as lovely as a dark chocolate."
Tamaya's face reddened. "That's low, even for you."
Their exchange crackled with tension.
"I'm Tamaya Ganguly," she added, her voice icy.
Shreyas's eyes widened. "Ganguly? As in—"
"Sourav Ganguly's daughter," Tamaya confirmed.
Shreyas's smirk returned. "The legend's daughter. No wonder you're so... passionate."
