Morning Light, Delhi.

The sun slowly rises over the city, casting a soft golden hue through the window of Harman’s flat. Her eyes flutter open, and she stretches, taking in the soft warmth of the early morning light. The alarm hasn’t gone off yet, but Harman’s already awake—because she’s the responsible one, after all. She lets out a soft sigh and pushes the covers aside, her long black hair falling over her shoulder as she gets out of bed.

Her flat is quiet, save for the clink of a tea cup in the kitchen. She heads over there, and as soon as she enters, she sees Atya, her caretaker, humming to herself while preparing tea. The woman’s mid-aged face lights up when she sees Harman.

“Subah subah apni taazgi mil gayi, Harman puttar ,” Atya says with a smile, handing her a steaming cup of tea.

“Atya, aap toh jaane hi ho, you make the best tea in the world,” Harman replies with a playful wink, accepting the tea and sipping it as she walks over to the small balcony of her flat. The sun is still rising, casting a pinkish glow over the bustling city below.

She leans against the railing, her black-brown eyes glued to the horizon, lost in the beauty of the moment. She admires the sunrise, her tea in hand, thinking about how much she enjoys this calm before the madness of the day begins.

Atya’s voice brings her back to reality. “Kahaan chali gayi ho, beta? college Jana hai na?”

“Haan, Atya,” Harman says, her smile softening. She finishes her tea, places the cup down, and heads inside to finish her morning chores. She waters the plants, helps atya in the breakfast and finally, after a quick shower, gets dressed in her simple yet stylish college attire. She pulls her long hair into a neat ponytail, and her reflection in the mirror shows off her cute dimple on the right side of her face as she smiles.

After a quick breakfast, she grabs her bag and heads out the door. The moment As soon as the elevator dings, Harman steps out and sees Abhi her bestfriend waiting for her at the parking lot. His mischievous grin is already in place. He’s standing near the car, looking way too smug. looking way too smug,

"wah ji wah! aaj Subah ka mood bada acha hai? Shubman Gill ke century ka impact hai?"

Harman laughs softly to herself. Abhi knows her too well. She replies:

"Aree yaar, obviously! Full on happy mode. You just wait, I’m gonna talk about it all day long!"

“*Toh gill ki deewani kya plan hai , kaise lag raha  ho aaj? Shubman ne jo century maara, hai na?’” Abhi teases, raising an eyebrow.

“Shut up, Abhi!” Harman responds, laughing. “Bas tu, I’m in a good mood today, don’t ruin it with your jokes!”

“Arre yaar, relax! You know I’m just teasing, but seriously, Shubman is a class act. I think he just got another fan for life,” Abhi says, playfully nudging her as they both get into the car.

Harman rolls her eyes, but she can’t help but smile. The teasing feels like home. “You’re crazy,” she mutters, settling into the seat.

The two of them start driving to AIIMS. The morning traffic in Delhi is chaotic, but they’ve learned to navigate it with ease. The radio plays a popular Punjabi track, and Abhi starts humming along, as always.

“You know, Harman, I don’t get it. You’ve got all these options in the world, but still... Shubman Gill? Really?” Abhi laughs.

“Listen, he’s cute, he’s talented, and, uh, I don’t know, there’s just something about him. What can I say?” Harman responds, trying to defend her tiny crush.

“Haan, haan, I get it. He's ‘perfect’, right?” Abhi mocks her, putting on an exaggerated serious tone.

“Shut up, Abhi,” Harman says, laughing as she playfully hits him on the shoulder. “You just wait. One day, I’ll meet him, and then you’ll see who’s laughing!”

Abhi looks at her, his eyes full of mischief. “bro, if you meet him, you better introduce me. I’m the one who tolerates your obsession, after all.”

The two of them share a hearty laugh, the car moving through the streets of Delhi, ready to face the day ahead.

In this moment, Harman feels carefree—caught up in the excitement of the morning, the teasing of her best friend, and the soft warmth of the crush she has on her favorite cricketer. It’s a simple, happy moment, and she knows there will be plenty more to come.

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At College,

The college campus hums with the usual chaos as students rush around between classes. Harman and Abhi, both the college presidents, stride into their private cabin with their usual swagger. Harman’s ponytail bounces with each step, and Abhi’s casual confidence fills the room. They settle behind their desks, their chairs creaking as they sit down.

“Kahaan tha yaar? Pichle hafte ki emails dekhni thi,” Harman mutters, pulling out her laptop to check updates while Abhi leans back in his chair, his feet propped up on the desk, looking completely unfazed by the impending seminar.

Abhi casually flips through some papers, before suddenly stopping, looking at his phone screen with mock seriousness. Just as he was about to speak, there's a polite knock on the door.

“good morning, Mohan Uncle,” Harman greets, as the door opens to reveal the college peon, Mohan Uncle, holding a notice in his hand.

“Good morning, beta,” Mohan Uncle says with a smile, stepping inside.

“How are you, Uncle? Everything good at the gate?” Harman asks politely, genuinely concerned.

“All is well, beta, thank you for asking. Here’s a notice from the Director,” Mohan Uncle says, handing over the official document with a knowing smile, almost as if he’s seen this all before.

Both Harman and Abhi look at each other, sharing an ‘oh no, not again’ look.

“Oh great, early morning, and here comes the fun,” Abhi says sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, what do we have here? Another seminar?” Harman adds, her voice dripping with mock enthusiasm.

They both look at the notice and let out a collective sigh. “Really, Uncle? This is the exciting news you bring us?” Harman says, her tone light but clearly unimpressed.

“It’s about the upcoming seminar for your batch,” Mohan Uncle says, but not before giving them a wink.

“The Director wants to meet you two right before the lecture to discuss further details. Have a great day,” he says with a friendly nod and steps back out, leaving them to face their duties.

As the door closes behind him, Harman lets out a deep groan. “*Ugh, early morning and the last thing I want to do is face that grumpy director. *” She slumps in her chair, burying her face in her hands for a moment.

Abhi grins. “oh please he's just Grumpy for us, but a total romeo for you,” he teases, wiggling his eyebrows.

Without missing a beat, Harman grabs a paperweight from her desk and throws it at Abhi. “Shut up,” she mutters, though she can’t help but laugh.

Abhi, always unfazed, picks up the notice and starts reading through it. Suddenly, his eyes widen, and he looks at Harman with a teasing smirk.

Harman raises an eyebrow, a look of curiosity mixed with suspicion. “What is it now?”

Abhi hands the notice to her and silently signals her to read it.

As she scans the notice, her eyes widen too. She stops, her gaze fixed on the words. “Wait... we’re going to Ahmedabad for three days?” Harman exclaims, her voice laced with disbelief.

“Yup. The seminar’s there,” Abhi says, leaning back in his chair, completely enjoying the moment. “Which means... we can watch the match after the seminar!” He leans forward with a grin. “And guess what? We’re staying in the same hotel as Shubman Gill and the whole Cricket Team.”

Harman freezes, her heart skipping a beat. “What... what did you just say?” she asks, her voice quiet, as if trying to process the words.

Abhi’s grin widens. “Looks like your destiny is finally calling you. Time to meet the man of your dreams.”

Harman’s face flushes, and she quickly looks away, trying to hide the smile tugging at her lips. “Shut up, Abhi,” she mutters, her cheeks turning pink. “I’m not going to impress him, okay? I just want his autograph... nothing more.”

Abhi chuckles, shaking his head. “Oh, please. He’s single, right? Didn’t you watch his recent interview like, what, a hundred times?”

“I did not!” Harman protests, but the smile on her face says otherwise.

“ trust me bro, Maybe... just maybe, you’ll take more than just his autograph home. You might take his heart with it too,” Abhi teases, giving her a wink.

Harman’s blush deepens, and she shakes her head, pretending to be unaffected. But inside, her heart is racing. “Stop it,” she whispers, still grinning.

She looks out the window, lost in the thought of what Abhi had just said. The idea of meeting Shubman, even if just for an autograph, felt like a dream come true. But she doesn’t want to get her hopes up. This is just a silly crush, she tells herself.

Still, as the thought lingers in her mind, she can’t help but whisper softly to herself, “Shubman Gill... I’m coming for you.” The words feel like a promise, a secret wish, that she doesn’t want to admit out loud.

And as Abhi watches her, a playful glint in his eyes, he knows that this trip is going to be more interesting than he ever imagined.

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Early Morning, Ahmedabad.

The sun is just beginning to rise over Ahmedabad, casting a soft golden glow across the city. In his luxurious hotel room, Shubman Gill, the heartthrob of the nation and captain of Gujarat Titans, is fast asleep. A content smile tugs at the corners of his lips, the kind that only comes after a spectacular performance on the field. The memory of last night’s century and their semi-final victory in the IPL is still fresh in his dreams. The Gujarat Titans are now headed for their first-ever IPL final, and Shubman, at just 25, is basking in the success that comes with being a young captain.

But little does he know that final will bring a surprise that could change the course of his life.

Suddenly, the tranquility of his sleep is shattered. Without warning, a pillow hits him square in the face.

“Wake up, you lazy ass!” A voice echoes through the room. It’s Ishan Kishan, his best friend and fellow cricketer, barging in with a mischievous grin.

Shubman groans, his eyes squinting against the sunlight that’s now creeping into the room. He grabs the pillow and throws it back at Ishan, who narrowly dodges it.

“Seriously, Ishan? I was having the best dream, and you had to ruin it,” Shubman mumbles, rubbing his eyes.

Ishan laughs, flopping onto the bed beside him. “Best dream? You mean the one where you’re not stressing about the finals and just... sleeping?”

Shubman gives him a tired, sideways glance. “It was a good dream, alright? And I was planning on sleeping in a little longer, but someone had to ruin it.”

Ishan chuckles, tapping Shubman on the shoulder. “C’mon, captain. You're a captain now? Time to act serious. Stop acting like you’re the only one in the world with problems,” he teases, winking at him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Shubman grins, a dimple forming on each side of his face.

Ishan raises an eyebrow. “Well, looks like now only your wife can put you on track. If she can get you out of bed, you’re golden.”

Shubman slumps a little at the mention of the word wife, his face showing a rare, fleeting moment of seriousness. “I’m not interested in giving up my freedom anytime soon,” he mutters, his voice carrying the weight of his dedication to cricket.

Ishan bursts out laughing. “Hah, that’s what you say now. Destiny’s got other plans, my friend. Just you wait,” he teases, nudging Shubman in the ribs.

Shubman smirks, his mood lightening again. “Yeah, yeah. Destiny can wait. But if I don’t get up now, Aashu Paaji will come up here and drag me downstairs,” he groans, getting out of bed quickly.

Ishan laughs and pats him on the back. “Exactly. Get up, lazy ass. Breakfast’s downstairs. Let’s go.”

With a last sleepy stretch, Shubman gets dressed quickly. Aashu Paaji’s fear of being summoned, combined with Ishan’s relentless teasing, has finally motivated him to leave the comforts of his bed.

As they head downstairs, Shubman’s mind begins to focus on the day ahead. Coaches, practice, meetings, and the upcoming final. It’s all part of the routine. But as he enters the bustling hotel restaurant, he’s unaware of the whirlwind that is about to hit him tomorrow.

The seminars, the fans, the surprises—it’s all about to change. But for now, Shubman’s focused on his game, determined to lead his team to victory in the final, and still blissfully oblivious to the change destiny has planned for him.

As he eats breakfast, chatting with his teammates and going over strategy with his coaches, he doesn’t realize that life is about to throw him a curveball. And it’s one that may just lead him to the very thing he’s been avoiding: love.

But for now, it’s all about cricket—and for Shubman, cricket is everything.........

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