The Rhythms Of Her Dreams✨️

6. More than just a Game✨️

Kaira returned home, still riding the high from the match. The energy of the stadium lingered in her chest, and she couldn't stop smiling. She had witnessed Gujarat Titans' incredible victory, and for a moment, everything felt like magic. But then, her mind wandered to the one person she had met that day-Shubman Gill.

The brief encounter they'd had earlier in the day was still fresh in her mind. He had been so approachable, so down-to-earth. She hadn't expected it, but it made her feel a connection to him, even if just for a moment.

Without much thought, Kaira grabbed her phone and opened Instagram. She quickly chose a photo she had taken from the stands-Wankhede Stadium in all its glory, with the match's final moments still visible in the background. She captioned it: "What a match! Incredible win for Gujarat Titans. So proud of you, Shubman! @ShubmanGill" and tagged him.

Once she posted it, she felt a sense of satisfaction. It was simple, but honest-her way of celebrating the win, and maybe, just maybe, letting Shubman know she had been thinking about him.

She put her phone down, kicked off her shoes, and walked into the living room, waiting for her phone to buzz with notifications, like it always did after a match. But a few minutes later, when her phone did buzz, it was something unexpected.

She picked it up and saw the notification: Shubman had shared her story.

Her heart skipped. Wait-what? She quickly opened her Instagram, and sure enough, there it was. Shubman had re-shared her story, adding his own caption: "Thanks, Kaira! Means a lot to me. Glad you enjoyed the match!"

Kaira's mouth went dry. Her post wasn't just acknowledged-it was shared with his followers. She hadn't expected him to do that. It made her feel... seen, appreciated even. A flutter ran through her chest.

Before she could process her thoughts, another notification popped up: A direct message from Shubman.

Her heart leapt into her throat as she tapped it open.

"Hey Kaira, thanks for the shout-out! Means a lot to me. Glad you enjoyed the match 😊"

Kaira smiled, a little surprised but thrilled. She quickly typed her reply: "Of course, Shubman! You guys played amazing. I really enjoyed the match!"

She read her message over and over, wondering if she should say more, but deciding to leave it at that. There was no need to overthink it-this was just a friendly conversation, right?

As she set her phone down, she felt a rush of excitement. She hadn't expected her connection with Shubman to take this turn, but there was something about the way he acknowledged her post that made it feel like something more.

She leaned back against the couch, her thoughts swirling. What would happen next?

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Later that evening, Kaira sat in her room, wrapped in the quiet comfort of her surroundings. The day had been such a whirlwind that she barely knew where to start. She hugged her knees close to her chest, replaying the events of the day like scenes in a movie.

It had all felt surreal. The excitement of watching Gujarat Titans play, seeing Shubman Gill in action-and then actually meeting him, even if just for a brief moment. She closed her eyes, recalling every detail: the way he smiled when she congratulated him, the way he seemed so genuine, so humble despite everything. And then... her heart skipped a beat as she remembered her phone buzzing with his notification.

He actually re-shared my story. He saw my message. He messaged me first.

The memory was almost too much to believe. She had always admired him from a distance, watching him from the stands, like every other fan. And yet here she was, sitting on her bed, scrolling through her Instagram, looking at his message on her screen as if it might disappear at any moment. How could this be real?

Kaira let out a breath, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Am I dreaming?" she whispered, almost afraid to break the spell. She pressed her fingers gently to her wrist, as if to reassure herself that she was really awake, that today had actually happened.

How did I get this lucky? she thought. The chance of meeting him was rare enough, but connecting with him like this... it felt like something that only happened in stories.

She glanced around her room, where posters of her favorite players and photos from past matches decorated the walls. In all those years, she had never expected anything like this to happen. But now, here she was, with a tiny corner of Shubman's world just within reach.

Kaira lay back against her pillow, her thoughts a beautiful tangle of disbelief, excitement, and pure joy. She didn't know what would come next, and she wasn't about to try and predict it. Instead, she let herself sink into the feeling, cherishing this perfect, unpredictable day.

Maybe it was real. Maybe, just maybe, she really was that lucky.

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The next morning, Kaira woke up to a soft glow of sunlight streaming through her curtains. She stretched, her mind slowly shaking off the sleepiness, when the memory of yesterday came rushing back. She hugged her pillow, feeling a wave of happiness flood over her.

Rolling over, she grabbed her phone from her nightstand, almost as if she needed proof that last night had actually happened. The messages with Shubman were still there, and she found herself smiling again. She still couldn't believe he'd taken the time to message her after the match.

As she scrolled through her notifications, her heart jumped. Another message from him.

She opened it, her fingers tingling with excitement. "Morning, Kaira! Hope you're having a good day. Thought I'd let you know we'll be practicing at the stadium today... figured you might want to know where your favorite players are going to be! 😉"

Kaira stared at the screen, her mind racing. Did he really just send that? Is he... inviting me? She reread the message, trying to find any hidden meaning. She knew that she couldn't just walk into a closed practice, but the thought that he had reached out to her in such a casual, friendly way made her feel giddy.

She typed back, keeping it light: "Good morning, Shubman! That's amazing. Must be nice to have the stadium all to yourselves. Hope the practice goes well!" She hit send, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach.

A few minutes later, another reply popped up: "Thanks! Maybe someday you'll get a tour of the inside. Fans don't usually get that, but... we'll see."

Kaira laughed, covering her mouth to stifle the squeal of excitement that bubbled up. She could barely believe it-here was Shubman Gill, joking with her, hinting at things she never thought would be possible.

With a smile that wouldn't fade, Kaira put her phone down and got ready for the day, feeling like she was living in a dream that she didn't want to end.

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