Shubman Gill, 26 years old, was one of the most famous and youngest stars of the Indian men’s national cricket team. Known for his charming smile and deep dimples, he had millions of fans across the world. On the field he was calm and focused, and off the field he was known for being humble and respectful.

Meanwhile, you were a 23-year-old sports journalist.

Your journey to this point had never been easy. Your family had never supported your dream of becoming a sports journalist. They believed it was a field meant for men and constantly pressured you to get married and settle down.

But you were never someone who gave up on your dreams.

At the age of 20, you left home and moved to Mumbai alone. You had nothing except determination. You lived in a small rented apartment, worked part-time jobs, and slowly completed your bachelor’s degree in journalism while struggling to survive in the city of dreams.

Three years later, your hard work paid off.

You had become one of the most respected young sports journalists in the country. You were known for your respectful nature, and professional interviews. Unlike many journalists who tried to dig into cricketers’ personal lives, you always kept your conversations focused on their game, their discipline, and their mindset.

Because of that, players trusted you.

Whenever you interviewed Shubman Gill, the conversation always felt natural. He didn’t have to pretend to smile or act interested like he often did with other journalists.

But your success also created enemies.

Several male journalists openly criticized you. They often mocked your work in public, saying women did not belong in sports journalism.

Tonight was the prestigious BCCI Naman Awards, where the best Indian cricketers and teams were honored for their performances during the past season.

The entire cricket community was present — the men’s team, the women’s team, the Under-19 squad, and their coaches. The men looked sharp in their suits while the women cricketers looked elegant in their formal outfits.

You were there covering the event.

One by one, you interviewed the players. Your questions were thoughtful and respectful, and the players responded comfortably.

During Shubman’s interview, he smiled slightly and said,

"You always make these interviews feel less like an interview and more like a conversation."

But while many people appreciated your work, a few jealous journalists did not.

Later in the evening, while you were reviewing your recorded clips near the media section, a group of them approached you. Their tone was mocking and dismissive.

One of them laughed sarcastically.

"Look who’s the center of attention again."

Another added,

"I still don’t understand why they keep sending you to interview the players."

One of the journalists named akash poured water over your head making your dress see through , another journalist named rahul tore the sleeves of your dress. Another journalist name manish forcefully opened your mouth and forcefully gulped the whole bottle of whiskey into your mouth and then smashed the empty glass bottle onto your head making your head bleed

From across the hall, Shubman had noticed everything. He cannot believe what he was witnessing. The same journalist who always spoke with kindness and respect ,the one every player trusted during interviews was being humiliated in front of everyone in the worst possible way ever

Shubman slowly stands up from his seat, his expression no longer calm. Shubman saw the way you walked away quietly towards the ladies restroom

Shubman followed and waited outside the washroom. Ten minutes passed. Finally, you stepped out.

Your eyes were red from holding back tears and your face looked exhausted from the emotional weight of everything that had happened. The dried blood from your injury on head

As you walked forward, you stumbled slightly due to the alcohol forced upon you

Before you could fall, Shubman stepped forward and gently caught you by your waist, steadying you in his arms

"Hey… easy," he said softly.