The Rhythms Of Her Dreams✨️

9. A Date?✨️

That night, Kaira lay in bed, unable to sleep. Her conversation with Shubman replayed in her mind, each message bringing back memories of their stadium encounter, his warm smile, and the ease they'd shared that day. She felt a spark of excitement, one that left her wondering if maybe—just maybe—there was something growing between them.

Inspired, she scrolled back to Shubman's profile, where she noticed he'd been sharing regular posts about his training and matches. She thought of sending him a message directly, but a small hesitation held her back. Take it slow, she told herself. Instead, she settled on something a bit more subtle.

She went to her story and added a photo she'd taken recently of her watching a match on TV, captioned: Best way to unwind after exams!

She knew it wasn't exactly a direct message to him, but she hoped he might notice it. And if he did... well, maybe he'd understand she was still thinking of him.

As the hours passed, Kaira checked her notifications, wondering if he'd seen it yet. Finally, just as she was about to drift off, a familiar name appeared in her notifications: Shubman Gill viewed your story.

A thrill shot through her as she read his name. She smiled to herself, wondering if he understood the hint. Even if he didn't, it felt like a small connection—a gentle nudge to remind him that she was still here, watching and supporting him.

Just as she put down her phone, another notification popped up: Shubman Gill sent you a message.

Her heart raced as she opened it, finding his familiar words waiting for her.

"Looks like you've officially got some free time. Want to make it to the next match?"

She blinked, feeling a rush of joy and disbelief. He was inviting her again, this time directly. She quickly typed back, keeping her response casual but her excitement barely contained.

"I'd love to! Just let me know when and where :)"

As she hit send, she realized that this simple exchange, though understated, was a step toward something real—a connection slowly growing from the hints and glances, each moment a piece of the story they were starting to share.

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The days after their conversation had flown by in a blur. Kaira couldn't stop thinking about Shubman's message. The fact that he had invited her to one of his matches left her heart racing with excitement. She had always watched from the stands, but now she was going to be there in person, meeting him again.

She stood in front of her mirror, adjusting the outfit she'd chosen for the match—a casual yet stylish look that would keep her comfortable, but still give off a little bit of effort. She wanted to look good, but not too put-together. It was just a casual meet-up, right?

Get a grip, she thought, taking a deep breath and trying to steady her nerves. It's just a match. You've met him before. Just act normal.

But nothing felt normal. Her heart raced as she thought about seeing him again. There was so much that had happened in just a few weeks—so much had changed, and yet she wasn't sure where this new connection with Shubman would lead.

As she arrived at the stadium, the bustling crowd and the excitement of the event overwhelmed her senses. The buzz of the fans, the sound of the players warming up—it all felt so surreal. But when she spotted Shubman walking onto the field, looking effortlessly cool in his team gear, a wave of calm washed over her.

Their eyes met briefly, and he gave her a small, welcoming wave. Kaira's heart skipped a beat, and she waved back, feeling like her legs might give out beneath her. She made her way toward the VIP section where he'd invited her to sit, trying to keep her composure.