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When an F1 journalist crosses paths with a star cricketer, sparks ignite. But there's a hurdle: she proudly sports the colour...
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They think they are the three musketeers | Tagged: @.samarapillai @.anyaroy @. Mishaaggarwal
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Pro surfers (delusional) | tagged: @.abhisheksharma @.Shubmangill
Anya and Shubman trailed behind the group, a comfortable silence settling between them. Ishaan, far ahead, was engrossed in a video call with Aditi, his laughter echoing through the cobbled streets. Behind him, Misha and Abhishek strolled hand-in-hand, their eyes taking in the vibrant cityscape. Samara, a few paces further back, was deep in conversation with Dev, her animation drawing his full attention.
Anya, stealing glances at the couple ahead, couldn't help but smile. Shubman, noticing her amusement, tilted his head in question.
"You love playing matchmaker, don't you?" he asked, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
"Absolutely," Anya replied, her voice light. "Love is a beautiful thing."
Shubman's smile faltered. "Then why don't you play Cupid in your own life?"
Anya's laughter died down, replaced by a surprised look. "How does that even work?"
He shrugged. "When was the last time you dated someone?"
Anya met his gaze, a flicker of apprehension crossing her features. "What did Armaan tell you?"
"Not Armaan," Shubman clarified, his voice soft. "Lissie in Ibiza, she told me..." He hesitated, then continued, "She told me that hanging out with you isn't worth it because you're commitment-phobic."
Anya's smile vanished completely, replaced by a grimace. "She said that?"
Shubman nodded, a flicker of hurt crossing his own eyes. "Yeah. But it doesn't matter. I told her she didn't know me well enough to judge who I should hang out with."
Anya's gaze remained fixed on the couple ahead, but her mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Should she address it? Or let the awkward silence fester?
Shubman, sensing her turmoil, finally spoke. "You gonna tell me about it or should we just forget we just had the talk?"
Anya sucked in a deep breath. "You know the things I told you about love? About not feeling the need to love or if I love enough for the person to stay?" Her voice hitched slightly. "I had two people I loved. First, my boyfriend, Blake. Second, probably someone I loved more than Blake, Maddison. She was the 4th girl of our group, the one who understood my spontaneity, and my aspirations. But then, one day, I caught them... together." The last word came out in a shaky whisper.
A cold knot formed in Shubman's stomach. He couldn't imagine the betrayal Anya must have felt.
"After that," she continued, her voice stronger now, laced with a bitter edge, "I just couldn't get myself to trust anyone with my heart again. But I guess Lissie still holds it against me for breaking up the friend group. She was close to Maddie, but when everyone sided with me, she chose me..."
A silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken empathy.
"You know," Shubman said finally, his voice gentle, "you shouldn't waste your life because you had bad luck with a douchebag who broke your heart."
Anya met his gaze, a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes. "You like me, don't you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Shubman's breath hitched. He hadn't planned on blurting it out, but the raw emotion in her voice had disarmed him. "Yes, I do," he admitted, his heart pounding in his chest.
"How long?" Anya asked, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.
"Long enough," Shubman replied, his own smile mirroring hers.
Anya shook her head playfully. "And you still asked me to Croatia? after what Lissie said"
"Well," Shubman chuckled, "I'm an athlete. I don't give up without a try."
Anya's smile widened. "Oh, is that so?"
"Yeah," Shubman shrugged. "Nothing wrong with hanging out with the person I like. Not like I asked you out or forced you into dating me." He winked, a playful challenge in his eyes.
Anya's cheeks flushed a warm pink. "So, you're not going to ask me out?" she teased, her voice barely a murmur.
Shubman leaned in closer, his gaze locking with hers. "You want me to ask you out?"
Their eyes held for a beat, a silent conversation brimming between them. Just as Shubman was about to speak, Ishaan's voice shattered the moment.
"Shubman, yeh dekh!" he called out, gesturing towards something ahead.
Shubman sighed, the playful grin fading from his face. "Aarah hoon behenchod" he muttered, turning towards Ishaan.
Anya watched him go, a smile lingering on her lips.
Shubmangill
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Shubmangill Sun, sea, and Croatia ☀️
ishaankishan European Thirst trap streak 🔥
devduttpadikkal where is my photo credit??
abhisheksharma sexy bro ❤️🔥
rohitsharma phirse paani mein kudne gaya yeh banda , iss baar sabh gaye hai.
↳ViratKohli aane dey rohit class lenge sabki
Yashasvijaiswal the FOMO I am feeling right now 😔
↳Shubmangill wish you were here bro
Shubmanfanclub so all his friends are in Croatia too???
