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Off the Record

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Reads 44,067
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Parts 51
Time 7h 20m

cricket desi gujarat ict indiancricketteam influencer ipl ishankishan journalist klrahul love punjabi rohitsharma shubman shubmangill viratkohli

A cricketer, a influncer cum journalist, and a misunderstanding so dumb it deserves its own press conference.

Aviranya Carlisle's biggest crime?
Saying she was sick of seeing Shubman Gill's airport looks in the news. 
Apparently, that was enough for Mr. Overreact to unfollow her, ignore her existence, and hold a grudge for months.

Fast forward to few months-Avi's runs into him again and he's acting like she personally insulted his entire cricketing career.

So, obviously, she calls him out.

"Oye, Gill, tujhe problem kya hai?"
"Mujhse zyada kisi aur ko problem thi, I think."
"Gill, stop being cryptic before I actually throw my drink at you."
"I heard you in Mumbai, okay?"
"Heard what? That I was tired of your airport headlines?"

And just like that-BOOM-entertainment for the entire Indian team. 
Virat's invested. I
shan's ready to roast. 
And Shubman? 
He's realizing he's been holding a grudge over absolutely nothing.

An unfollow, a confrontation, and now... a follow-back. But if the team has anything to say about it (and they definitely do), things are just getting started.

This is my first book so please be a little patient and understanding with me.All Rights Reserved

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