Tera Deedar Hua ??? ?

The BCCI conference room buzzed with energy as the Indian cricket team gathered to discuss their next big matches.

In one corner stood Saltanat, quietly poised with a notepad in hand, her pen resting between her delicate fingers.

She adjusted her glasses that sat perfectly on her nose, her sharp features enhanced by the simplicity of her look-a long pink kurti paired with light blue jeans.

Her hair was tied back in a neat braid, the loose strands framing her milky, slender neck.

Her small jhumkas, adorned with pink pebbles, swayed gently as she moved.

Kabir, leaned casually against the conference table, his eyes inexplicably drawn to her.

His gaze traced the curve of her braid, the sway of her earrings, and the focused expression on her face.

It wasn't the first time Saltanat had commanded his attention, but today it felt different.

His subconscious mocked him. Why are you staring at her like this?

He blinked, trying to shake off the thought.

It's not just a random gaze, his inner voice teased.

She's not just any girl, Kabir.

She's Saltanat.

The girl who never sought his attention, never fawned over him like his countless fans.

Instead, she stood her ground, managing every chaotic situation he brought her way with precision and grace.

Before he could analyze further, the coach walked in, clapping his hands. "Alright, team, listen up!"

The players scrambled to their seats.

Saltanat moved subtly to a corner, her pen poised to jot down notes.

Kabir stole another glance at her before snapping his focus back to the coach.

"We've made it to the semi-finals!" the coach began, his tone both proud and commanding. "Now, to secure a place in the finals, we'll have to defeat South Africa and England. The matches will be held in South Africa, so pack your bags. We are flying out tomorrow."

Cheers erupted among the players, their excitement palpable.

The coach waited for the noise to die down before addressing Saltanat. "Saltanat, anything to add?"

Saltanat stepped forward slightly, her voice steady. "Yes, sir. Do you think it's necessary for me to join this tour?"

The coach smiled. "Absolutely. You're not just Kabir's manager on this trip. The BCCI has decided you'll manage the entire team."

Kabir's head snapped toward the coach. "Wait, what? Why her?"

His tone held a note of irritation he hadn't anticipated. "She's my manager, not the whole team's."

The coach raised an eyebrow. "Kabir, Saltanat is the most qualified person for this role. This is an important tour, and we need someone capable to handle the logistics and keep everyone on track. She's the best choice."

Saltanat looked between the two men, feeling the tension in the air but keeping her composure.

Kabir frowned, his jaw tightening.

He hated the idea of her dividing her attention among the team.

For two years, he'd grown used to her presence solely around him.