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"Uhm Shub? I need a change of-"

"Ow yeah, I have asked Di for permission to use her clothes, so here you go, it's in the room down the hall.
She always keeps spare sets in her, in case she drops by with Ved.
You can sleep there tonight or choose some other guest room."

They were behaving so natural.

And she couldn't pinpoint if Shubman has changed or that she had a false image of him in her mind? Or the real Shubman was known by only a few? And that he was trying to hide his real self?

"Thank you."

"No mention, Sia. I'll have a change too."

A while later, Shubman was making coffee when Sia walked in there, "Coffee? Won't you sleep tonight?"

"Trust me, having a latte gives you more sleep." He was cheeky.

"You have designed this well. Just a question, isn't it too big just for you, Oreo and Kavya Maasi?"

Sia asked, scanning the place.

"You're going to be here too soon, Sia. You're not one to comment." He wriggled his brows.

"Haha. But that's not the answer. I think you needed a pitch in the house too, so made this so big." Sia was her chirpy self.

"This doesn't make any sense." Shub made a face.

"You whole existence is nonsense."

"YOU'RE MARRYING ME, FUTURE WIFE." Shub rolled his eyes, earning a smack on his arm.

"Want a mug too?" He asked, after a pause.

"Yeah, sure."

She just chuckled and they say on opposite chairs in the dining, with Oreo near their feet, enjoying his midnight snack.

"Soo... did you plan anything about marriage?" Shubman asked, breaking the silence.

She just exhaled a breath and tugged her loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"As long as paparazzi stays away, am fine.". Shubman nodded and just took a sip from his mug.

Utter silence was working between them.

You don't always need to speak to convey.
Sometimes a few glances work like magic.

"Good night, Shubman. Sleep well." 

They didn' realise what the time was, and when they did, they wished each other good night.

"Good night. Same for you." Shubman smiled and waited for her to enter the guest room.
After she had done that and closed the door behind, he stared at that for a while and went to his.

GAPPEBAAZ

Ishan :

Shub broo? You there?

Mayank :

Will he be online even Ishan? 😑

Abhishek :

I'll chop off your vitals if you dare to do something stupid or say even, Shub! 

Yashasvi : Guys trust Shubman pls, and, 

Abhishek stop the music, it's too loud, can hear from here!

Abhishek : no context buzzkills not allowed. @ Yashasvi

Ishan :

I trust Shubu's clownery, not him. 😪😪😪

Shubman left them on seen. His clowns.

Rolling over the bed after keeping the phone on the stand, he exhaled a sigh.

When Sia woke up the next morning, she was greeted to Oreo licking her face as soon as she has entered the hall and Shubman no where to be seen.

Kavya - "Come, have breakfast, Sia."

"Uhm uh-"
She was hesitant to have, especially when Shubman was yet to arrive.

Kavya, having understood, what she was implying, smiled, "He's having a bath. Will come here in no time."

"Good morning, ladies." Shubman greeted as he sat down for breakfast.

"Good morning."

Breakfast was a silent affair for the two until Sia's eyes fell on the news portals.

"Sia Ahuja, Shubman Gill's rumored Girlfriend attended her first match in the stadium and was loudest in cheering for her man."

"Shubman Gill had his eyes only on her."

"Seriously?" She scoffed, earning Shub's look who burst out laughinh as soon as she shoved her phone at his face.

They are in for a long ride of drama.

And glimpses of the moonlight in their shared laugh and teasings.

"See my insta story. Why should portals have al the fun?" 

Shub posted something and gave his phone to her.

Shub had a smirk.

Sia sighed as she opened the story.

She knew it.

Idiot.

"You said it too loud, my lady." 

"Well you're welcome."

Later on :

"Have a good day, Shubman."

"Am already having one. Bye." Shubman replied and pulling the window up, reversing the car, left the place.

She entered her hostel just then.

____

"So?"

"What so, Ishan?" Shubman was getting confused with his best friend's raised eyebrows and smile.

Yashasvi translated Ishan's oho oho into a full blown question and teasing, 'He's meaning to ask if you didn't forget to use protection-"

"I won't mind becoming an uncle so soon, though. "Ishan shrugged, nonchalantly.

"You idiots, there are kids around here!" Virat whispered (yelled), pointing to Vamika, Akaay, Agastya, Samaira and others.

"See na Vi bhai, they're talking sh-" Shub whinned.

Talk about being Virat Kohli's adopted kid.

Shubman will flex that.

"I had my fair share of teasing, so they can, but in limits, and about what limits are, I hope I don't have to explain, KL's time you all got to know that."

"Ayee, Sir! Thank you!" Ishan turned to Shub, "Chal yeh bata, ab, seriously, did you two have civil talks or began fighting? I made KP take the car-"

"You did what? Oh, it was you?" Shub glared, "I should have known, wannabe Cupid!"

Virat shrugged and left, remembering how he used to do somewhat similar to set up an absolutely unromantic Rohit with Ritika.

Days have changed, reins in young generation now, but something is still the same.

"You face seems punchable now, Ishan."

"I am irresistible in every way, my boy." Ishan raised his imaginary collar.

"Hatt. Am not sitting here."

"Arey baith." Ishan pulled him back.

This didn't turn out how I wanted it to be, but hey, just like some of us have bad days, I have bad months yay.