The after-party was alive with music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. The Indian cricket team basked in their victory—Rohit Sharma cracking jokes, Shreyas Iyer laughing into his drink, Abhishek Sharma leaning back with that boyish grin. Shivam Dube stood among them, tall at 6’1, muscular frame filling his black shirt, easygoing smile plastered on his face. Popular, rich, powerful—but grounded, humble, the kind of man who could disarm a room with charm.

Then the atmosphere shifted.

Through the crowd stepped her.

Yn Khan—Bollywood royalty, the daughter of Saif Ali Khan. Waist-length glossy black hair flowing, chubby cheeks glowing under the lights, her hourglass figure hugged perfectly by a sleek black satin mini dress. Lace trim along the neckline, ruched sides, spaghetti straps—every detail a sharp blade cutting through the party’s noise. Wild, sultry, untouchable. She looked like she had just walked out of the most dangerous dream.

The boys fell silent. Glasses paused halfway to their lips. Even Rohit’s smirk faltered.

But Shivam? Shivam couldn’t look away. His heart kicked hard in his chest, eyes wide, lips parting slightly as though he’d forgotten how to breathe. A man who had faced roaring stadiums and the weight of a nation’s expectations… stunned, drooling, mesmerized by a single woman making her way to the bar.

“She’s out of everyone’s league,” Abhishek muttered under his breath, smirking. “Go on, Dube. Talk to her,” Shreyas teased, nudging him with his elbow.

For once, Shivam wasn’t his usual easygoing self. He was nervous, caught in the gravity of Yn Khan’s presence. But he forced a chuckle, rolled his shoulders back, and pushed forward through the crowd.

At the bar, you were laughing with your friend, radiant, not giving any man a glance. Shivam approached slowly, voice dropping low, calm but with a boyish warmth he couldn’t hide.

“Excuse me,” he said, leaning slightly against the counter, eyes on you. “I know every guy in here’s probably trying to figure out how to get your attention… but I’d regret it for life if I didn’t at least try to say hello.”

He gave a small smile, humble despite his towering frame and star power. “So… hi. I’m Shivam.”