Shubman Gill was in Delhi for the much-awaited IPL match. The city buzzed with excitement. Posters of him were everywhere. Hotels, stadiums, streets — all screamed his name. But tonight, he wasn’t thinking about cricket.

He was in his luxurious suite at The Leela Palace, laughing with his family — his mom, dad, and his little sister Shreya. Shreya had insisted on coming along to watch her brother play.

"Bhaiya, I’m going to Gurgaon with my friends for some shopping. I’ll be back soon,"

Meanwhile… Somewhere in Gurgaon. You were on your way home, tired after a long day. That’s when you heard the desperate cries of a girl in trouble.

Without thinking twice, you ran towards the sound — and saw 3-4 drunk, dangerous men surrounding a girl.

“Leave her alone!” you shouted, heart racing.

You weren’t scared. You stood in front of the girl — Shreya — and whispered, “Run. Now. Don’t look back.”

“GO!!” you screamed.

And she ran.

Shreya’s hands trembled as she dialed her brother’s number. “Bhaiya…” her voice cracked.

“Kya hua Shreya? Why are you crying? Where are you?” Shubman stood up, sensing panic.

“Bhaiya… woh… woh di… she saved me… I ran… they’re beating her… they’ll kill her… please… please save her…” Shreya sobbed uncontrollably.

Anger surged inside him like never before.

“Send me your location. RIGHT NOW,” he growled.

Shubman had stormed out, phone in one hand, calling his security head on the other.

His car screeched through the Delhi streets.

No girl deserves this. No braveheart deserves this. Tonight… these men messed with the wrong sister. And they messed with the wrong brother.

As he reached the location… Shubman’s eyes fell on your bloodied, broken body lying on the road. His heart clenched.

Kneeling beside you, his voice broke, “Hey… hey… can you hear me? "You’re a warrior… okay? You didn’t lose… I’m here now.”

His eyes stayed only on you.

Tonight, I owe everything to you. And I swear… I’ll destroy anyone who hurt you.