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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23. Hyderabad Rains.
A few days later, Siya and Abhishek found themselves in Hyderabad, taking in the vibrant city. Abhishek, ever the cricketer wary of crowds, wore a mask and cap to avoid being recognized. They wandered through a bustling local market, the sounds and scents of the area enveloping them. Abhishek obediently followed Siya, their fingers intertwined so they wouldn't get separated.
Siya scanned the stalls, her eyes darting from one trinket to another. "I need to find something nice for Maa and Papa," she mused aloud, stopping at a stall displaying an array of colorful earrings.
Abhishek nodded, his eyes crinkling in a hidden smile. "What about these?" he suggested, pointing to a pair of delicate silver earrings with tiny blue stones.
Siya picked them up, examining them closely. "These are perfect for Maa," she said, holding them up to the light. "Now, something for Papa..."
They continued to browse, Abhishek's grip on her hand reassuring. "What does your dad like?" he asked, scanning the various items on display.
"He loves unique showpieces," Siya replied, pausing at a stall filled with intricately crafted figurines. She picked up a small, ornate elephant. "This would look great in his study," she said, turning it over in her hands.
Abhishek leaned in to get a closer look. "Good choice, Chintu. Your dad will love it," he said encouragingly.
Siya smiled, feeling content. "Thanks for coming with me, Laddu," she teased, nudging him gently.
"Anytime," he replied, squeezing her hand. "I'm just glad I get to spend time with you."
They continued their shopping, laughing and chatting, lost in their own world despite the bustling market around them.
As they walked, Abhishek pulled her closer, his voice soft. "I like this," he said.
"Like what?" Siya asked, looking up at him with a curious smile.
"This," he replied, gesturing around them. "Exploring new places with you, doing everyday things...it feels right."
Siya's heart warmed at his words. "Me too, Abhishek. This is perfect," she said, squeezing his hand as they continued their journey through the vibrant market.
Their stroll through the bustling market led them to a quaint little shop known for its famous Hyderabadi Biryani. The rich aroma wafting from the shop was irresistible, and Abhishek's stomach growled in anticipation.
"Hyderabadi Biryani! We have to try it," Abhishek said, his eyes lighting up with excitement.
Siya laughed, "I knew you'd give in to the food eventually. But I can't say no to Biryani either."
They approached the shop, and Abhishek spoke to the vendor, "Bhaiya, do plates of your best Hyderabadi Biryani, please."
The vendor smiled and nodded, quickly preparing their order. "Aaiye bhai, humare yaha ki Biryani sabse best hai!"
