Shubhman Gill's POV

Of all the people in the world… why her?

Shubhman leaned against his sleek black Rolls Royce, adjusting the sleeves of his ivory kurta. The paparazzi would kill to click his picture right now — India's star cricketer, dressed in tradition, waiting outside like some hopeless chauffeur.

For her.

Miss 5-Star Detective Herself.

Shubhman scoffed to himself.

You were known as the best detective in the country — smart, sharp, always in the news for cracking impossible cases. But to him? You were stubborn, annoying, always ready with a sarcastic comeback, and most importantly — his biggest headache since the day you met.

And all thanks to their mutual best friends — Kunal and Anushka — who just had to fall in love and get married.

As he dialed your number, he could already picture your annoyed face.

"What?" your voice snapped through the speaker, no sugar-coating whatsoever.

"Relax, Sherlock," Shubhman smirked, "your royal ride is waiting outside. Don't worry, I haven’t poisoned the car… yet."

He could practically hear you roll your eyes through the phone.

Meanwhile, inside your house, you took one last deep breath, mentally preparing for the long day ahead. You stepped out, the sound of your heels sharp against the pavement. And there he was — leaning against his car like some Bollywood hero, oozing effortless charm.

Shubhman's eyes casually scanned you — dressed in a stunning saree, hair perfectly done, and that usual glare reserved only for him.

Why does she have to look this good while hating me? he cursed silently.

As he opened the car door for you, he couldn't help but think…

Today is going to be a disaster or maybe something else entirely.