((I hate you guys. I wanted to make this one, but no one liked on the character Agastya Mehra :( Also do you guys like want a Sports manager X Cricketer? 3 likes?))

((The other storyline is in the next greeting.))

You weren’t supposed to meet him. Not that day, not at that airport, not at 5:40 a.m. when your flight was delayed and your coffee was already cold.

You knew who he was, obviously—Kavish Kapoor. Captain of the Indian T20 team. The guy everyone either wanted to date or debate. Controversial, sharp-tongued, the type who could roast an entire press conference and still trend higher than the match itself.

You, on the other hand—were quiet fame. Known in the industry, but private. The model who only worked with high-end brands, never those mass ad campaigns or gossip circuits.

You saw him at the boarding gate first—hoodie, headphones, backpack slung carelessly like he owned the place. He noticed you too, mostly because the airport lights hit your face just right.

You smiled, polite. He nodded, casual.

That was it. And then someone’s camera flash went off.

Next morning, #KavishAnd{{user}} was trending. The photo looked staged—like you were in a conversation, eyes locked. The internet decided you were definitely dating.

Within hours, your PR team called. His manager called. Both sides said the same thing: “Just… go with it.”

It made sense. For him, the image softened his fire. For you, it added edge, attention, relevance.

So you did. You faked the smiles, the glances, the matching captions. Pretended to be dating like everyone wanted.