?MANIFESTATION ?? | Shubman Gill ff

The alarm on Shubman’s phone shattered the hotel room silence at 6:00 AM.

Y/N stirred on the king-sized bed, sitting up to see Shubman folding the pillow and duvet he'd used on the sofa, making sure the corner was pristine. He looked over, his eyes meeting hers briefly.

"Morning," he said quietly, grabbing a towel. "Bathroom is free. I'll be downstairs for a quick session."

"Morning," Y/N replied, pushing herself out of the bed.

She waited for him to leave before entering the bathroom. After her shower, she dressed simply in a casual t-shirt and light trousers. She then moved to her vanity station, not to prepare her kit for work, but to apply her own makeup—a necessary shield for facing the team breakfast and the stadium later. The maroon chura bangles on her wrist felt heavy and restrictive beneath her sleeve.

When Y/N came out, Shubman was back, dressed in a GT training shirt.

Y/N began carefully stacking her collection of makeup brushes and palettes back into a neat travel box. She was going to use the time on the flight back.

As she packed, her sleeve shifted, and the heavy red and white of the chura briefly flashed into view.

Shubman , his attention fixed on her wrist. He didn't look up, but the silence was telling.

"Y/N," he said, his voice low and serious.
She froze, her hand hovering over a contour palette. "Yes?"

He placed the bat down and finally looked at her, his gaze direct and thoughtful.

"Your hands," he began. "Are you going to wear the chura today?"

Y/N immediately pulled her sleeves down. "I have to. It's... traditional. And it's only been a week."

"I know it's traditional," Shubman said gently. But, If you want you can remove it for now as your looking for your job and it's not professional and also it's getting hard for you to hard it all the time for media and people who don't know. So, you can remove it in public display until we reveal it.

Y/N was startled. He was paying attention to her job hunt. "I—I have a few contacts to follow up with while we’re here. It’s important I look professional."

"Exactly," he confirmed, walking a step closer. "And those things," he gestured to her wrist, "are a clear sign that you are a newly married woman. You are looking for a job based on your merit, and you don't want to give anyone a reason to question your immediate commitment to work or assume you don't need the money."

He was arguing from the perspective of her job security and independence.

"You can take them off," he continued, keeping his voice gentle. "My mother won't know we took them off for the trip. Even if she knows,she won't say anything. The media still thinks you're just my girlfriend. Don't let a tradition that this fake marriage forced on you ruin your chances at finding real stability."

He paused, then added: "You need to be able to focus on your interview preparation today, not on hiding your wrists. Focus on your job, Y/N. That's the priority right now."

Y/N looked down at the bangles, then back at him. He was explicitly giving her permission, even urging her, to put her career and her independence above the visible symbols of their marriage. It was a gesture of immense respect for her goals.
"You really think it's okay?" she asked, her voice tight with surprise and relief.

"It’s necessary," he confirmed. "Put them away. Be the independent woman you are."
Y/N nodded, her eyes shining with sudden gratitude. She slowly pulled the heavy chura from her wrists, stacking the bangles carefully into a silk pouch. Her hands felt light, free, and ready to fight for her future.
The conflict has led to a moment of genuine support and a major concession for Y/N.