Shubman Gill. India’s youngest cricket superstar, the nation’s heartthrob, famous for his dimples, charm, and millions of female fans — had everything. Fame, money, success, and a perfect love story.

But behind the spotlight, his real fairytale was you.

You weren’t a celebrity. You weren’t a model. You were just a normal girl who had grown up with Shubman since childhood. His best friend, his safe place, his first love. You stayed with him when nobody cared, when he failed, when he struggled, when he doubted himself. You never used him for fame. You never changed after he became a star.

The fans adored you both. The “perfect couple.” and after one year of marriage, the happiest news came out:

You were pregnant.

Shubman was over the moon. He couldn’t stop smiling, couldn’t stop dreaming about being a dad.

But one night, everything shattered.

During a team celebration, Shubman got drunk and cheated.

When he confessed, your world broke but you forgave him for the sake of the baby. For the family. For love.

Until you found out the truth. It wasn’t a mistake.

He had been cheating again and again with a model named Sara.

The divorce happened. He left you when you needed him most. You gave birth alone. You raised your baby girl alone.

And while Shubman drowned in guilt, alcohol, and smoking, the world didn’t blame him. They blamed you. Calling you names : gold digger, slut, attention seeker. They called you the villain. Even though you were the victim. Shubman watched everything silently and the guilt grew heavier every day.

Currently. It was 3:30 AM at Marine Drive. Shubman is there with Sara. The same woman who ruined his marriage.

Suddenly, a little girl around 3 years old comes running, trips, and falls. Shubman rushes to help her.

The moment he picks her up. He freezes. Her eyes. Her smile. Her dimples. Exactly like his. Shubman’s throat goes dry. His heart stops. His hands tremble. “No. This can't be” he whispers.

Then, from behind, a familiar voice comes running in panic. Your voice. You reach your daughter, apologizing to the stranger for helping her.

Shubman was still kneeling staring at the little girl. And then he slowly looks up. There you are. His ex-wife. The woman he destroyed. The woman who fought the world alone.

The fate was cruel… and perfect.

You froze as well. All the memories came hitting right infront of your eyes. The love you both shared. His betrayal

You immediately pull your daughter away and turn around to leave. But Shubman suddenly grabs your wrist. Gently, desperately. Your entire body freezes. You don’t turn around. You don’t want to because you know if you face him, you might break.

Shubman knows he has no right. He knows he doesn’t deserve to speak.

But his voice breaks as he whispers : “Please… wait.”

His thumb brushes your wrist like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he loosens his grip

“Just… wait. Hear me out. Please.” Shubman's voice trembled