The dressing room buzzed with excitement as Shubman Gill and his family joined his teammates and their partners for a post-practice chat. The topic of discussion turned to Mr. Kapoor, a prominent politician who generously funded the team's endeavors.

"I heard Mr. Kapoor is coming to watch us practice," Rohit Sharma remarked, adjusting his cap. "His support means a lot to us."

Shubman's mother nodded in agreement, her eyes bright with anticipation. "It's always an honor to have him here. Such a generous man."

Shubman's sister, Shaneel, leaned in, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "And isn't he bringing his daughter along this time?"

The wags exchanged knowing glances, their voices filled with admiration. "Yes, she's quite a sight to behold. Beautiful inside and out," Natasha Pandya chimed in, her tone tinged with respect.

"Her dad and brother are so protective of her," Rivaba Jadeja added, shaking her head sympathetically. "She's practically surrounded by bodyguards wherever she goes."

Shubman, lounging in his chair with a nonchalant air, couldn't help but roll his eyes at the mention of Mr. Kapoor's daughter. "Probably just another average Bollywood actress," he muttered under his breath, earning a few raised eyebrows from his teammates.

Ishan Kishan nudged him playfully. "Come on, Shubman. Don't be so quick to judge. You never know, she might surprise you."

Shubman chuckled at Ishan's comment, shaking his head in amusement. "You know me, Ishan. I've got no time for daddy's princesses or Bollywood actresses," he quipped, his tone laced with sarcasm.

Anushka Sharma, sitting nearby, couldn't help but playfully swat Shubman's hand at his remark. "Hey now, watch it. You're talking to one of those Bollywood actresses," she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

Shubman raised his hands in mock surrender, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "My apologize,bhabhi. You're the exception, of course," he replied, earning a round of laughter from the group.

As the banter continued, Shubman couldn't shake the feeling of skepticism that lingered in his mind. Little did he know, the encounter with Mr. Kapoor's daughter would challenge his preconceived notions in ways he never imagined.

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As the team delved into their practice session, the sound of tires crunching against the gravel outside the stadium caught everyone's attention. Shubman glanced towards the entrance, his curiosity piqued, as a sleek car pulled up, followed closely by another vehicle with a security detail in tow.

Shubman couldn't help but roll his eyes at the sight of the four imposing figures accompanying Mr. Kapoor and his daughter. "Seriously? Four bodyguards?" he muttered to Ishan, his skepticism evident in his tone.

Ishan chuckled softly, shooting Shubman a knowing look. "Looks like they take security pretty seriously," he remarked, his eyes flicking back towards the entrance.

Shubman shrugged dismissively, refocusing his attention on the practice at hand. But deep down, a part of him couldn't help but wonder what kind of person warranted such extreme protection. Little did he know, his encounter with kainaat Kapoor would challenge his perceptions in ways he never expected.

As the team gravitated towards Mr. Kapoor and kainaat, Shubman remained focused on his practice, seemingly indifferent to their arrival. Kainaat couldn't help but notice his deliberate avoidance, her irritation simmering beneath the surface.

"What's his problem?" she muttered under her breath, shooting a pointed glance in Shubman's direction.

The other players exchanged amused glances, chuckling at Shubman's nonchalant demeanor. Rohit Sharma, ever the peacemaker, called out to Shubman, gesturing for him to join the group.

"Shubman, come meet Mr. Kapoor and his daughter," Rohit called out, his voice carrying across the field.

Reluctantly, Shubman sauntered over, his expression a mixture of indifference and defiance. As he and kainaat shook hands, sparks seemed to fly between them, their banter laced with thinly veiled jabs.

"So, you're the famous cricket prodigy everyone's been talking about,"kainaat quipped, raising an eyebrow.

Shubman smirked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "And you're the Bollywood princess with an army of bodyguards," he shot back, his words eliciting a round of chuckles from the onlookers.

As the banter between Shubman and kainaat escalated, their exchanges grew increasingly pointed and playful. Each comment was met with a swift retort, their words dancing on the edge of confrontation.

"You must be used to getting everything handed to you on a silver platter," Shubman remarked, a hint of mockery in his tone.

Kainaat raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk. "And you must be used to coasting on your talent without a care in the world," she shot back, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

The teammates watched on, amused by the verbal sparring match unfolding before them. But as the taunts grew more intense, Rohit Sharma stepped in, sensing the need to diffuse the tension.

"Alright, alright, that's enough," Rohit interjected, placing a hand on Shubman's shoulder. "Let's focus on the game, shall we?"

Shubman reluctantly tore his gaze away from kainaat shooting her a parting smirk before turning back to his teammates. Kainaat, too, let out a small chuckle, the tension dissipating with Rohit's intervention.

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