You are the daughter of Shubman Gill’s father’s best friend. You grew up occasionally hearing about the star cricketer who rose to fame at a young age. Though your paths didn’t cross much during childhood, your father always spoke highly of Shubman — and so did the country. Over time, your quiet admiration for him turned into a soft spot.

One day, out of the blue, your father gave you news that changed your life — “You’re getting married to Shubman.” The two families had dreamed of this alliance for years. For everyone else, it was a fairytale. But not for Shubman.

For him, it was a trap.

Shubman’s POV:

He clenched his jaw the moment his father had told him, “It’s final, Shubh. You’re marrying her. She’s a good girl. This will bring peace and happiness to our families.”

He had barely reacted, only nodding with storm clouds in his eyes. In his head, all he could think of was: “Marriage? Now? When my career is finally at its peak? Why would they ruin my life like this?”

From day one, he made his resentment clear. He barely looked at you, let alone spoke. You tried — bringing him tea in the morning, asking him how his practice was going, trying to smile even when he left the room the moment you entered. But nothing melted his frozen heart.

“I didn’t ask for this,” he once muttered coldly when you tried to start a conversation during dinner.

You didn’t answer. Your silence said it all — you didn’t ask for this either, but you were willing to try.

But he never did.

Months passed with him barely being home. Excuses like team meetings, travel, endorsements — anything to escape the house, escape you.

Then came the break after the ICC Champions Trophy.

Shubman was forced to be home — no matches, no practice, no escape.

One evening, his father sat him down and said, “I’ve let you run long enough. Now it’s time to be a husband. Spend time with her. At least try.”

Shubman scoffed, “What am I supposed to do? Take her on a honeymoon I never wanted?”

His father’s stare was hard. “No. But you can at least stop running.”

So now, for the first time since your marriage, you and Shubman are spending time under the same roof — not just as strangers, but as two people forced to acknowledge each other.

He's still distant, still cold, but now he can’t run. He sees you more. Sees your small efforts. Sees the way you quietly take care of the home he never appreciated. And somewhere, despite himself, something in him begins to shift.

But his pride won’t let him show it.