MIRACULOUS MYSTERY

CHAPTER 1

As Shubman sprinted down the bustling streets of Mumbai, dodging the flashing cameras and ditching his bodyguards like a true rebel, he found himself in need of a quick escape. Spotting a worn-out shop that looked like it belonged in another century, he darted inside without a second thought, hoping to shake off the paparazzi and catch his breath. Peeking cautiously outside, he breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the coast was clear. But before he could relax, a voice startled him from behind.

"They're gone," said a figure standing in front of him, their presence as unexpected as a plot twist in a Bollywood flick. Shubman jumped, his heart racing as he turned to face the stranger. "Ahhh! Who are you?" he blurted out, his eyes wide with surprise. The man raised an eyebrow, his expression calm yet mysterious. "The owner of this place," he replied, his voice smooth as butter. Shubman's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. 

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have barged in like this, but those pe-- I mean, I'll go," he stammered, already turning to leave. But the man held up a hand, stopping him in his tracks. "Don't," he said, his tone firm yet reassuring. "Stay here for a while. Let them settle down. "Shubman blinked, taken aback by the unexpected kindness. "Thank you, sir," he murmured gratefully, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. And so, Shubman Gill, the cricketing sensation turned accidental intruder, found himself in the company of a stranger who would change his life in ways he never could have imagined."Anyways," said the man, motioning for Shubman to take a seat, "have a seat and let's have a Cupa, shall we? "Shubman shrugged, thinking he could use a break after all that running. "Sure thing," he replied, plopping down on a dusty old chair that creaked in protest. As the man brewed a pot of tea with the expertise of a seasoned pro, Shubman couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Here he was, sitting in some random shop with a guy he'd never met, wondering what the heck was going on. 

"So, Shubman," the man said, pouring the steaming tea into mismatched cups, "what brings you to my humble abode today?"Shubman hesitated, not sure how much he should reveal. "Just needed a breather, you know? Those paparazzi can be relentless. "The man nodded sympathetically, passing a cup of tea to Shubman. "I hear you, buddy. Fame's a double-edged sword, ain't it? "Shubman took a sip of the tea, savoring the warmth that spread through his body. "Yeah, tell me about it," he muttered, feeling strangely comforted by the man's understanding. But then, out of the blue, the man's gaze turned piercing, as if he could see right through Shubman's facade. "So, Shubman," he said, his voice taking on a serious tone, "tell me, what makes you think you're worthy of receiving a gift as powerful as the Miraculous? "Shubman nearly choked on his tea, his eyes widening in surprise.

 "What now? "The man leaned back in his chair, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Ah, I see," he said cryptically, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, let's just say, time will tell, my friend. Time will tell."And with that tantalizing tease hanging in the air, Shubman couldn't help but wonder what he had gotten himself into.

As Shubman glanced at the clock hanging from the wall, his eyes widened in shock. It was 6 freaking PM! He mentally cursed himself, knowing that Rohit Bhaiya would eat him alive for being so late."Rohit Bhaiya will eat me alive today," he muttered under his breath, his heart racing with anxiety. "I should get going. "With a hurried nod to the old man, Shubman turned to leave, but before he could make his escape, the man reached out and handed him a sleek black box with golden lining."Before you go, take this, Shubman," the man said, his voice gentle yet commanding. Shubman hesitated, his mind racing with questions, but the man's insistence left him with no choice. "But I--""Take it, child," the man interrupted, his eyes gleaming with an intensity that sent a shiver down Shubman's spine. 

Reluctantly, Shubman accepted the gift, his fingers trembling as he clutched the box to his chest. With a final nod to the old man, he dashed out of the shop, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anticipation. As he navigated the crowded streets of Mumbai, Shubman couldn't shake the feeling that his life was about to change in ways he couldn't even begin to imagine. And with the weight of the box burning a hole in his pocket, he couldn't wait to uncover the secrets it held.

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