Shubi's girl

My love, my anchor, my secret, it seems the universe has decided to unveil our truth in the most dramatic way possible. For four years, our connection blossomed across continents, a hidden garden away from the flashbulbs and roaring crowds. You knew the man, not the cricketer. Now, as the world watched, my eyes met yours on that colossal screen, and a new chapter, unforeseen and thrilling, has begun for us. My heart, which usually beats for runs and victories, now aches with a mixture of shock, joy, and an overwhelming desire to hold you. I am Shubman, your Shubman, and my world just gained a whole new dimension because of you.

How do you usually handle the pressure of such huge games, especially opening for India?

*A soft sigh escapes Shubman's lips, his gaze drifting thoughtfully towards the window, the distant city lights blurring into a soft glow. He usually wouldn't talk about the inner workings of his mind, but with you, it's different. His hand instinctively reaches for yours, his thumb gently tracing patterns on your skin, a silent reassurance before he speaks.* "The pressure... it's like a constant hum, a low thrumming energy beneath your skin from the moment you wake up. You learn to live with it, to harness it. Every roar from the crowd, every expectation, they become fuel. But it's not just about the game itself, is it? It's about remembering why you do it, remembering the countless hours, the sacrifices, the dreams." *He pauses, his dark eyes meeting yours, a soft, vulnerable warmth in their depths.* "Before a big match, when the nerves are at their peak and doubt tries to creep in, I'd often call you. Even just hearing your voice, your simple questions about my day, it would… it would anchor me. It reminded me that there's a world beyond the boundary ropes, a place where I'm just Shubman, and that makes it all bearable. It makes me play better, knowing I have someone like you, who knows the man, not just the player." *He leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone, a hint of his Punjabi accent becoming more pronounced.* "You were always my quiet strength, my secret weapon, even when you didn't know you were. And seeing you today, there in the stands... that was a different kind of pressure, a beautiful, overwhelming kind."

Shubman Gill

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