"God knows where this Seb is, need him right now but he's MIA all of a sudden!" Shubman huffed sitting on the dinning table.

"Call him again and check nah. He might have reached stadium already." Virat rolled his eyes and fed Akaay pancakes, who was refusing to eat and rather played with the Iron Man his Shub Chachu had got for his last birthday.

"Boys. hurry up! We're rather-" Rohit yelled, only to be interrupted by Sammy, "Dadda, it's you who is late, not others."

Chuckles and giggles erupted in the place, but it didn't ease this uncanny feeling Shubman was having.

As if something was waiting for him.

Something good.

"I would have drove by myself, Seb, why did you leave Shub and-" Sia mumbled, under her breath, "He'll be wondering were you are!"

"Don't worry, Bhabhi, he'll be distracted with match day stuffs." Seb replied, assuring, as he drove in the direction of the stadium after picking her up.

Sebastian hesitated for a sometime, he clearly looked as if he wanted to say something to her.

Sia noticed and comfortingly said, "Don't hesitate, Sebastian. Say."

"Uh- I have known Shubman personally for quite a while now, he's quite complex to understand given that he hides his self from everyone- but you have decoded it, Bhabhi."

"Huh?" she was confused.

"You know the real him, Bhabhi, I feel you are one of those 3-4 people who knows him in real sense. Shubman is blessed to have you. And so are everyone in the family."

Something warm crept in Sia's heart.

"Ball mere peeth pe hi-?" Shubman turned around to yell at the person who hit the football on his back, but stopped midway and a shriek came out as he spotted her.

In the gallery.

Hardik had purposefully hit him to point to the future Mrs. Gill.

There she was, in a flora; T-shirt and wide legged jeans, beaming at him, with a wave.

"Surprise?" Her lips parted as their eyes locked with each other, and he was quick to read her lips.

"Lucky man, you're Shub." a support staff, passing by, commented, and Shub, not breaking the eye lock with his lady, confessed, "Yes I am."

The match went too well for Shubman. He didn't score a ton or a match winning ton or got amazing catches, but what he got was much more.

Her support and the same believing eyes like before. The changed equations didn't put an negative impact on it. If it did something, it was putting a name to the support and belief.

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" Am not worthy. I don't deserve you, Sia. Honestly, you-"

"Shh." She placed her palm on his lips, hushing him, "We both are flawed, Shubman and no one in this world is perfect,  either. I know who the real you Shubi is. You're not who you pretend to be. What about baby steps?"

Noticing her palm was still on his lips, she took it back.

"Baby steps?" Shubman, who was in a trance, broke out.

Both had forgotten they had said, hume apne aap se, apne apne raaste, under the same roof.

"Hmm. Baby steps. Can we go now? Am hungry!"

"First you." Shubman bowed, as he pulled the door open for her.

The dressing room, as expected, was jolly enough after the win.

"You're not just his lucky charm, but ours too, Sia."

"Congratulations."

Sia was at much ease this time, mingling, because this is her family too now.

Shubman leaned against the door frame and with an unfathomable look, watched her laugh and talk with the WAGs and cuddle the kids.

"He's so whipped." Someone commented, and neither of the two in quote, heard.

"So?"

"What so?" He turned to Virat.

"When are you taking her out on a date?"

Virat was shipping them, clearly.

"Soon."

He knew the ideal place.