"The Accidental Heir."

The sterile smell of antiseptic filled the dimly lit hospital corridor. Asvi Thapa sat on the cold metal chair, her fingers clutching the edge of her worn-out shawl. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stared at the white envelope in her trembling hands. The doctor's words still echoed in her ears.

"You're pregnant."

No. This had to be a mistake. A cruel joke. A nightmare she would wake up from any second now.

Her breath hitched as she unfolded the paper, her vision blurring with unshed tears. How? She had never even been with a man. She could barely afford a proper meal, let alone think of bringing a child into this world.

The sound of a distant TV in the waiting room caught her attention. A cricket match played on the screen, the crowd roaring as a batsman lifted his bat in triumph.

Shubman Gill.

India's pride. A name she had heard a hundred times but never paid much attention to. Yet, soon, that name would change her life forever.

Because in the next few hours, she would learn the shocking truth-the child growing inside her belonged to him.

And neither of them was ready for what was coming next.