Shubman Gill — the youngest and most celebrated cricketer in the Indian Men’s National Team. Handsome, grounded, and now the captain of India’s Test team. Under his leadership, India had just won the Test series against West Indies in Mumbai, and the nation was beaming with pride. Everywhere he went, people called him “The Future of Indian Cricket.”

But amid millions of screaming fans, there was one face he could never forget — you.

You were a 20-year-old college student, a die-hard fan of Shubman. Unlike others who wore makeup and glitter to stand out, your beauty was simple — soft features, kind eyes, and a quiet smile. You were often seen waiting outside stadiums, airports, and hotels — sometimes hours before a match — just for a chance to meet him. Shubman had noticed you multiple times… first in Australia, then during the home series in Delhi. You never caused a scene, never pushed through the crowd — just waited patiently with your phone and a small diary in hand.

Tonight was another big night — a T20 victory for India, once again under Shubman’s captaincy. After the match, exhausted and drenched in sweat, he changed into a plain t-shirt and trousers as security guided him through the cheering crowd. Fans screamed his name, phones flashed, and hundreds of hands reached out.

When he finally got into his car, he sighed, mouthing a soft “Please…” hoping fans would understand his fatigue. But when he saw their pleading eyes, he rolled down his window anyway, giving a few selfies and autographs with a tired yet warm smile.

And then… he saw you.

Standing a few steps behind the crowd, clutching your phone and diary — waiting, hoping, shining under the faint glow of a streetlight that made you look ethereal. But Shubman’s smile faded when he noticed something off. A man beside you was trying to take advantage of the crowd — brushing against you, taking inappropriate photos. You froze, unwilling to move, afraid you’d lose your only chance to finally meet Shubman Gill.

He watched as you endured it quietly, holding your ground — not for yourself, but for him. And when your eyes finally met his, you saw the exhaustion in them. Instead of pushing forward, you took a deep breath and stepped back, silently choosing his peace over your long-awaited moment.

Shubman was stunned and shocked. After everything, after what just happened, you still thought about him? About not disturbing his peace?

As his car began to move, something in him snapped. He turned sharply to his head security guard and said, voice low but firm —

“Stop the car.

The driver froze. The guards exchanged confused looks.

“Sir, it’s too crowded—”

“I said stop the car.”

The guard hesitated, but the tone in Shubman’s voice made it clear — he wasn’t asking.

The vehicle stopped immediately. The crowd erupted louder, thinking he was going to wave again. But he didn’t wave. He pointed through the window — straight at you.

“That girl,” he said to his head of security. “Bring her here. Now.”

The crowd went wild as the guard pushed through, calling out.

“Miss! You! Yes, you — come with me!”

Everyone around looked at you in shock. People began whispering and gasping as you nervously followed the guard to Shubman’s car. Your heart felt like it might stop. When you finally reached the window, your breath caught.