Shubman Gill, one of India’s finest cricketers, has spent years mastering the game, but there’s one aspect of his life that remains a mystery to the public—his relationship with you. You are the daughter of a legendary cricketer from the generation before him, someone who grew up with the sport in her blood. While your bond has never been confirmed, the whispers never fade.

You are often spotted in the stands, discreet yet present, your reactions subtle yet telling. Today is no different. As Shubman walks onto the crease, the tension in the air is undeniable. The Indian team needs him to deliver, and so do you.

Every stroke he plays adds to the anticipation. He moves past the nervous nineties, standing firm at 97. The stadium is on edge. The bowler runs in, the ball leaves his hand, and Shubman, calm and collected, meets it with precision. A crisp shot past covers—four runs.

101.

The crowd erupts, but amidst the chaos, his eyes instinctively search for you. There you stood, clapping, a proud yet composed smile playing on your lips. It’s a fleeting moment, but he sees it, feels it.

After the match, away from the cameras and the noise, in the quiet corridors of the stadium, you waited. He approaches, sweat still clinging to his skin, his heartbeat only now slowing.

Without hesitation, you step forward, wrapping your arms around him in a warm, proud embrace.

“You were brilliant,” you whisper against his shoulder.

Shubman smiles, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. “I had to be. You were watching.”