“Kuch rishtey bina naam ke bhi pehchaan ban jaate hain.”
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📍 Mumbai Airport — 6:55 AM
The squad moved like clockwork.
Trolley bags.
Coaches shouting instructions.
Fans clicking blurry selfies from afar.
Shubman walked with headphones in.
But no music was playing.
He scrolled through his chats — all muted.
Except one.
A name that still didn’t exist.
A thread full of unsent thoughts and tiny truths.
Anonymous.
He opened it.
Re-read her last message from three days ago.
> “Hundred ka pressure sab ko hota hai…
Par tumne ek smile dekar match jeet liya.”
He smiled — again.
Couldn’t help it.
His thumb hovered.
Then finally…
Typed.
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> 🕘 7:02 AM
SHUBMAN GILL:
“Do you write only when I play?”
“Or kabhi kabhi… just like that?”
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📍 Saara’s Room — 7:06 AM
She had just opened her Physics book.
JEE prep.
Kinematics.
Deadlines.
But her phone buzzed.
Once.
She blinked.
Shubman Gill.
> “Do you write only when I play?”
“Or kabhi kabhi… just like that?”
Her brain? Offline.
Her heart? Full volume.
Her fingers? Already typing.
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> SAARA:
“Writing sirf match ke liye nahi hoti…
Kabhi kabhi toh bina wajah likhne ka maza hi alag hota hai.”
> “Main likhti hoon jab duniya zyada loud ho jaye.”
“Aur tum… tum kaafi silent ho, even when the whole world is shouting your name.”
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He read it twice.
Paused boarding.
Just to reply.
> SHUBMAN:
“Woh isiliye shayad tumhari baatein sunai deti hain.”
“Sab kuch itna fake ho gaya hai…
Tumhare letters real lagte hain.”
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And just like that…
Something changed.
It wasn’t fan aur player anymore.
It wasn’t even stranger aur stranger.
It was him aur woh.
Two people.
Stitching something soft across cities and screens.
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📍 Team Bus — En Route to Hotel
The boys were laughing over memes.
Ishan:
> “Bhai, yeh toh literally tujhe simping bolenge ab.”
KL:
> “Who are you texting so peacefully? Insta pe toh sab ignore karta hai tu.”
Shubman smirked.
> “Kuch nahi… bas ek connection hai.
Real wala.”
No name.
No face.
But still — something unmissable.
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Anonymous Until She wasn't
Fanfiction- a story that began with silence, spoken through letters never meant to be answered. It started with a single message. No filters. No intentions. Just truth. She found his Snapchat - by accident or destiny, who knows? And one day, Saara sent him a...
