The soft morning light filtered lazily through the sheer curtains, warming the edge of the bed and illuminating the tangled sheets where they lay. Yash stirred first, his body slow to adjust to the waking world, but his heart instantly full as soon as he registered the weight beside him.
Shubman.
Fast asleep, mouth parted just slightly, chest rising and falling in a steady, calming rhythm.
For a moment, Yash didn’t move.
He didn’t dare.
It felt… fragile.
Like if he so much as breathed too loudly, the dream would shatter.
His fingers twitched, wanting to reach out, to brush the hair from Shubman’s forehead, to trace the shape of his lips.
"How can you look this peaceful?"
Yash thought, his throat tightening with the overwhelming softness of it all.
After everything? After all the pushing away?
It was rare to see Shubman this unguarded.
His brows weren’t furrowed in stress. His jaw wasn’t clenched in worry. There was no performance, no captain’s weight, no tension about the future or the world’s expectations. Just… Shubman. Bare. Vulnerable. His.
Yash smiled, unable to stop the warmth blooming in his chest.
I want to remember this. Just this.
His own phone was across the room, but Shubman’s was right there on the bedside table.
Without really thinking, Yash carefully grabbed it, glancing to make sure Shubman didn’t stir.
The lock screen glowed softly in the quiet room. His thumb hesitated, but the familiarity of Shubman’s fingerprint came naturally to him now.
Yash’s heart skipped as the phone unlocked instantly.
There was something intimate about knowing someone so well you could slip into their guarded spaces.
He quickly opened the camera, holding the phone slightly above them, capturing the softest, gentlest moment he’d ever experienced.
His breath caught at the photo—the way Shubman’s bare chest framed Yash’s sleepy smile, the way their skin was still flushed from the night before, their bodies comfortably tangled.
His thumb hovered over the save button.
Mine. This memory is mine.
He barely had time to admire the picture when the screen buzzed, pulling him out of the soft haze.
A notification flashed across the top:
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Rhea-Shubman Wedding Confirmed. Official announcement out. #MatchMade
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Yash’s heart dropped.
No. No, no, no.
His entire body went cold.
The words didn’t make sense.
Confirmed? Official?
When? How?
Was it a rumour? Was this a mistake?
His mind scrambled, searching for a logical explanation, but the pounding in his ears drowned out everything else.
He wanted to believe it was a lie.
Some stupid media stunt.
Something taken out of context.
But his gut twisted painfully.
"What if this was why Shubman hadn’t pushed to clarify things with Rhea?"
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