“He wore his gloves. But her words? That’s what really fit.”
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📍 Match Day — Stadium Locker Room — 1:07 PM
“Gill, pad up next.”
The coach’s voice cut through the buzz.
Shubman nodded, but his fingers moved slower than usual.
The room was full of noise —
shoes squeaking, kits rustling, laughter from the boys.
But he?
He was in a different place entirely.
A softer one.
Where time felt slower.
Where something unread wasn’t just a text — it was a thread tying him to stillness.
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His phone buzzed.
One notification.
No name. Just… “from the unknown.”
He didn’t even have to check who it was.
He knew.
The moment he opened it —
it felt like someone had just placed light inside him.
Like breathing between pressure.
---
He read the letter once.
Then again.
And by the third time?
He wasn’t sitting in a locker room anymore.
He was standing inside her words.
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> “You’re not playing for anyone.
You’re playing through everything you’ve ever been.”
---
He blinked,
eyes lingering on the final line.
Then, gently —
he did something he hadn’t done before a match in weeks.
He closed his eyes.
And smiled.
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> “Shubie, ready?” KL asked, already tapping his helmet on.
> “Bas ek second,” he replied, calmly.
He slipped his phone into his bag.
Not like he was hiding it.
More like he was… honoring it.
As if that message deserved a safe place before battle.
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He stood.
Tightened his pads.
Slipped on his gloves.
But it wasn’t the equipment that gave him strength.
It was her words —
quietly woven into the fabric of his rhythm.
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And as he walked out through the tunnel,
past the cameras, the lights, the roaring crowd—
He whispered under his breath:
> “Breathe. Just play. She’s watching.”
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📍 Back in Jaipur — Saara’s Room — 1:12 PM
The match was about to begin.
Everyone was posting.
Everyone was guessing scores.
But Saara?
She just whispered one line to herself, over and over:
> “I hope he felt okay today.”
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And across screens, crowds, and continents —
somehow…
he did.
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okk , so I am getting too many ideas on this one now, but I guess I'll stick to the one I planned.
The story is almost halfway through. I guess 30-40 chapters more would be there.
Can you guess the ending???
Whoever guesses the ending perfectly before last 10 chapters, I'll be writing a new story just the way they want.
So do tell me guyssss
YOU ARE READING
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...
