Shubsara One Shots

Sara's Lil boy (1)🧿❤️

Morning-

Sara - Sana ! Zidd nahi karte ! Papa ajayenge ! Unka ajj match hain na ajayenge sham tk !

Sana kept pulling Sara's dress!

Sara frowned and took her in her embrace!

Sara - See baby ! Mumma can't go in the stadium in this state ! Aur apko kisi orke sath bhej nese apke papa ne mana kardiya hain ! Theek hain?humlog tv pe dekhenge na match ! Abhi shuru hojayega okay?

Sara settled herself on the couch in the cozy living room, her eight-month pregnant belly gently cradled by the cushions. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the television screen as she reached for the remote, a routine she followed whenever her husband, Shubman, was away playing cricket matches.

As the TV flickered to life, Sara's three-year-old daughter, Sana, skipped into the room with boundless energy, her excitement palpable in the air. With a giggle, she climbed onto her mother's lap, snuggling close as if seeking comfort from the absence of her father.

Sara ran her fingers through Sana's hair, relishing the warmth and innocence of her daughter's embrace. She understood Sana's longing for her father, especially during his prolonged absences for matches.

As the cricket match unfolded on the screen, Sara couldn't help but marvel at the skill and determination of the players. She knew that somewhere amidst the chaos of the game, Shubman was giving his all, driven by a passion that defined him both on and off the field.

Sana's eyes sparkled with fascination as she watched the players dart across the screen, her small fingers tracing their movements with awe. "Papa?" she whispered, her voice filled with longing and innocence.

Sara's heart clenched at the innocence of her daughter's question. She knew that Sana missed her father terribly, her youthful spirit yearning for the comfort and security only he could provide. With a gentle smile, Sara pulled Sana closer, planting a tender kiss on her forehead.

"Ate hea honge abhi , match abhi tak start nahi huwa na!," she murmured, her voice laced with love and reassurance.

Sana's determination was unyielding. With a determined frown, she wriggled out of her mother's embrace and crawled closer to the TV, her eyes scanning the screen in search of her father. She squinted, as if trying to decipher his familiar face from the sea of players.

Sara watched Sana with a mixture of amusement and affection. Despite her tender age, Sana possessed a resilient spirit and an unwavering love for her father.

Suddenly, Sana's face lit up with recognition, her eyes widening in excitement. "Papa!" she exclaimed, pointing at the screen with unbridled joy. Sara's heart skipped a beat as she followed Sana's gaze, her eyes locking onto the familiar figure amidst the flurry of action.

There he was, Shubman, clad in his team's colors, a picture of determination and grace. Despite the distance that separated them, his presence on the screen felt like a lifeline, connecting them across time and space. Sara couldn't help but smile at the sight of him, her heart swelling with pride and love for her man .

Sana clapped her hands in delight, her laughter filling the room like music. "Papa!" she repeated, her voice a chorus of adoration and longing.

the cricket match unfolded on the television screen, with Shubman at the crease, nearing his century. Sana, nestled in her mother's lap, watched intently, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she recognized her father's determined stance.

With each boundary and milestone, Sana's excitement soared, her small hands clapping together in admiration. "Yayy papaaa!" she cheered, her voice filled with pride.