Rohit Sharma stepped forward, his expression grave. "Shubman, you need to calm down," he said, his voice firm yet gentle. "This isn't like you."

Shubman's jaw clenched, his stubbornness flaring as he shook his head in defiance. "No, bhai. You don't understand," he insisted, his voice tinged with frustration. "She's the one who caused all of this."

Ishan Kishan sighed, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. "Come on, mate. You can't seriously blame Kainaat for what happened out there," he reasoned, his tone pleading.

But Shubman remained unmoved, his anger clouding his judgment. "You don't get it, Ishan," he shot back, his voice rising with each word. "People like us have to struggle and go through so much to make it in this world. And then there's Kainaat, who just waltzes into Bollywood because her dad pulled some strings. It's not fair."

His teammates exchanged frustrated glances, struggling to reason with Shubman's stubbornness. Virat Kohli stepped forward, his expression stern as he addressed his young teammate. "Shubman, life isn't fair," he said, his voice cutting through the tension. "But that doesn't give you the right to take it out on others, especially someone who had nothing to do with your disappointment on the field."

Shubman bristled at the reprimand, his pride wounded by Virat's words. But deep down, he knew they were right. He had let his emotions get the better of him, lashing out at Kainaat in a moment of anger and frustration.

With a heavy sigh, Shubman's stubborn facade began to crumble, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "I know," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I can't believe I let her get to me like that."

"Shubman, is this really about missing the century, or is there something else bothering you?" Ishan asked, his voice gentle yet probing.

Shubman hesitated, his gaze shifting uneasily as he wrestled with his emotions. "I don't know, Ishan," he admitted, his voice raw with vulnerability. "Maybe it's a bit of both. I've been chasing that century for so long, and every time I get close, it slips through my fingers. But seeing Kainaat up there on the big screen, it just... it threw me off more than usual."

Rohit Sharma nodded in understanding, his expression sympathetic. "It's okay, Shubman," he said, his voice reassuring. "We all have off days, moments when our focus wavers. What's important is how we bounce back from them."

Virat Kohli placed a reassuring hand on Shubman's shoulder, his gaze steady. "You're not alone in this, Shubman," he said, his voice unwavering. "We're here for you, no matter what. And together, we'll get through this."

Shubman felt a surge of gratitude wash over him as he looked around at his teammates, their unwavering support a beacon of hope in the midst of his turmoil.

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As tears welled up in Kainaat's eyes, she mustered the courage to confront Aaryan about the events of the day. She couldn't shake off the hurt and confusion that gnawed at her heart, and she needed answers from the person she loved, even though deep down, she feared what she might discover.

"Aaryan, I need to talk," Kainaat began, her voice trembling with emotion as she looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of remorse or understanding.

Aaryan's response was calculated, his words dripping with toxicity as he dismissed her concerns with a flick of his hand. "What now Kainaat?" he replied, his tone dismissive. "You're overreacting, as usual. It's not my fault you can't handle your emotions."

Kainaat's heart sank at his callous words, the weight of his indifference crushing her spirit. But she refused to back down, determined to confront him about his behavior and the way he had manipulated her feelings.

"You don't understand, Aaryan," she pleaded, her voice choked with tears. "I needed you today, and you weren't there for me. You know how much i missed you "

Aaryan's response was swift and cutting, his manipulation veiled beneath a facade of false concern. "Oh, Kainaat, don't be so melodramatic," he retorted, his voice laced with contempt. "You know I care about you, but I have my own life to worry about. I can't be expected to drop everything just because you had a bad day."

"You're lucky to have someone like me, Kainaat," Aaryan sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance. "No one else would put up with your drama and insecurity."

"Nobody is going to love you after me either way."Kainaat flinched at his cruel words, her heart aching with the realization that the person she loved could be capable of such cruelty. But even as doubt gnawed at her, she couldn't bring herself to break free from the toxic hold he had over her.

Instead, she listened in silently as Aaryan continued to made her seem unimportant, each word driving a wedge deeper between them. She felt trapped, suffocated by the toxic dynamic of their relationship.

As Aaryan's toxicity began to escalate, Kainaat's innocence shielded her from fully grasping the danger of the situation. She remained oblivious to the red flags waving in her mind, her love for Aaryan blinding her to his true nature.

When Aaryan's demeanor turned aggressive, Kainaat's heart raced with confusion and fear. As he moved to forcefully kiss her, she recoiled, her instinctual reaction tempered by her deep affection for him.

"Wait, Aaryan, please," Kainaat pleaded, her voice quivering with uncertainty. "I think you need some rest. Let's talk about this tomorrow when you're feeling better."

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As Kainaat reached her home, the weight of the evening's events bore down on her shoulders like a heavy burden. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she struggled to make sense of Aaryan's behavior, her mind swirling with doubts and insecurities.

"Why is he treating me like this?" Kainaat whispered to herself, her voice choked with emotion. "What did I do to deserve this? Did i do something wrong to make him sad."

In the solitude of her room, the walls closing in around her, Kainaat couldn't help but question her own worth. She wondered if she had somehow provoked Aaryan's toxic behavior, if she had unwittingly done something to drive him away.

Doubt gnawed at her heart as she replayed the events of the evening in her mind, searching for answers that seemed to elude her at every turn. She questioned her own judgment, her own innocence, wondering if she had been blind to the warning signs that now seemed so glaringly obvious.

As she curled up on her bed, tears staining her cheeks, still the burden of today's events from shubman to aaryan repeated in her mind. She kept trembling the whole night feeling scared and wondering how her perfect life changed in a

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