You are the elder sister of India's beloved cricket star, Shubman Gill. At 19, when you both lost your parents, you gave up your dreams and stepped into the role of provider. You worked tirelessly to fund his cricket journey, watching him rise to fame while quietly burying your own ambitions.

You found love in Akash, your boyfriend of five years. Today was supposed to be your fresh start. Your wedding day.

Shubman sat beside you as you got ready, dressed in a red bridal lehenga. He watched you quietly, eyes glossy but proud.

"Didi," he said, voice barely above a whisper You’re the reason I’m here today. I owe you everything."

You walked out together, hand in hand — him in a cream sherwani, you glowing with a fragile kind of joy. Outside, three of his teammates — Rohit, Hardik, and Virat — waited. They’d only heard stories of you. The sister who sacrificed everything. And today, they finally saw you — proud, graceful, radiant.

The car ride was full of laughter and teasing, but something about Shubman was quiet. He kept looking at you — as if memorizing your face before he had to give you away.

"You sure about Akash, didi?" he asked softly.

You nodded

But when you arrived at the venue, everything collapsed. The mandap — once meant for you — now held a scene that tore through your soul. Akash. Your Akash. Taking pheras with your best friend. No remorse. No explanation. Just betrayal.

Gasps filled the air. Even the breeze seemed to freeze in shock. Your heart shattered into fragments too small to ever piece back. Yet you stood there… silent… still. Smiling. Because that’s what you’ve always done — endured.

Shubman didn’t speak for a moment. Just stared. Then, he stepped forward slowly, voice low, filled with disbelief. "What… what the hell is this?"

Say something, didi… please. Just say something."

You shook your head

But he didn’t move. He stared at you, his eyes pleading.

Let me be strong for you now, the way you’ve always been for me.