♡08/03/24♡

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4:00pm

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢
Shubman you did it!!!!
How cute you were looking ❤️
Champ scored a century yayyy!!

5:52pm

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐛
Thank you Sharmili..
Par tum astrologer ho kya?
Tumne jisdin bola usidin..
You're lucky for me ig❤️✨

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢
Nahi ise kala jadu kehte Hain😂😂

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐛
🤣
Thank you again 🫂
Did u watch the match?

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢
Hostel mein to tv nahi hai.. so when u were in 90s I opened the match of jio cinema.

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐛
Acha😂
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een



𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

Shubman kept the phone beside him and sank into a deep thoughts. The weight of his silence lingered heavily in the air, echoing the unanswered questions that plagued his mind. Why couldn't he utter those magical words to her? Why did he stumble over his words, offering only a feeble "I don't know" when she bravely broached the subject of their relationship's status?
As he replayed the conversation in his mind, Shubman felt a surge of frustration and confusion wash over him. It wasn't that he didn't care for her deeply; in fact, his feelings for her were undeniable, a tumultuous mix of longing and affection. But every time he attempted to vocalize those emotions, a suffocating fear gripped him, paralyzing his tongue and leaving him speechless.

Perhaps it was the fear of vulnerability, of laying bare his heart and exposing it to the possibility of rejection. Or maybe it was the weight of expectation, the pressure to navigate the delicate dance of love and commitment in a world fraught with uncertainty.
Regardless of the reasons, Shubman knew that his inability to express himself was driving a wedge between them, creating an ever-widening chasm that threatened to swallow their connection whole. And yet, despite his best intentions, he found himself trapped in a cycle of hesitation and doubt, unable to bridge the gap between what he felt and what he could articulate.

Lost in his thoughts, Shubman yearned for clarity and courage, desperately searching for the words that would unlock the door to their shared future. But until he could confront his fears and confront his feelings head-on, he knew that their relationship would remain suspended in a state of uncertainty, hanging precariously in the balance between what could be and what might never be.

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

Sharmili, on the other hand, felt a wave of frustration washing over her. Despite being deeply hurt, she was determined not to let her emotions make things awkward between them. She couldn't understand why he had stopped after acknowledging his love. It left her feeling confused and wounded.
As her thoughts dragged over their interaction, Sharmili found herself grappling with a flood of thoughts. She wondered why he hadn't taken their conversation further, questioning whether his declaration of love was sincere or merely a fleeting sentiment. She couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty that tormented her, wondering if perhaps he was having second thoughts about his confession of love.
In her moments of contemplation, Sharmili toyed with the idea of taking the initiative and proposing to him herself. But then, doubts crept in. He was a celebrity, after all, and she couldn't help but wonder if he viewed their relationship differently because of his status. Maybe, she thought, their connection meant more to her than it did to him. Perhaps it was all just a fling for him, a temporary distraction from his busy life.

Despite her best efforts to rationalize the situation, Sharmili couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment and hurt that lingered within her. She longed for clarity and reassurance but found herself caught in a tangled web of doubt and insecurity. As she navigated the complexities of their relationship, she couldn't help but wonder if their love was strong enough to withstand the challenges they faced or if it was destined to fade away like a passing breeze.

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