《ILLUSION |Shubman Gill Fanfiction|》Chapter 1.
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Meher's POV-
"Wow. This is one beautiful suite." I spoke, entering mine and Sidiksha's suite.
"I know right. This is huge." She said, grinning widely.
"Meh- Wow."
I turned around to see Naksh standing at the door.
"Why do you guys get the better suite? Always." He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"We don't know." Sidiksha shrugged her shoulders.
"Right." He nodded.
"Anyway, Meeth and I are jet-lagged, so we'd probably be sleeping the entire day. If you guys have anything in mind, go ahead with that." Naksh told us, before he closed the door.
Sidiksha kept her baggage down, before she settled on the bed.
"I can't believe we're in Abu Dabi!" She exclaimed.
"That too in Ritz- Carlton." I added.
"That's what! I mean, can you believe we got this photography internship?" She grinned widely.
"Adding to it, it isn't any photography internship. It's the IPL 2020 photography internship."
"Unbelievable, I know." I chuckled.
"But it would've been more fun without the mask." She said, before chucking her mask.
"Well, hello there madam, they protect you." I said, rolling my eyes.
"Okay, mum." Sidiksha mumbled under her breath, as I walked towards the balcony.
"Sidiksha come here, you'll love this." I chuckled, while calling her out.
She jogged up to where I was standing.
"I love the view." She laughed.
"Hot shirtless guys at the poolside is always a good view." I winked at her.
"I don't mind spending an entire day here, staring at those greek gods." She said, referring to the guys at the poolside.
I chuckled at her, before saying, "This is going to be one hell of a trip."
"Definitely." She agreed.
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I headed to the bathroom, carrying a night dress with me, after I was done editing a photograph.
I washed my face, before changing into a white satin night dress that ended just above my knee.
Sidiksha was already in a tank top and a pair of pyjamas when I exited the bathroom.
"I'm ordering. What do you want?" She asked, grabbing the intercom.
"Fried rice would do." I said, joining her on the bed.
Sidiksha and I spoke about the internship before our food arrived.
"You know, I heard there's a team staying in the same hotel." She told me.
"Which team?"
"I don't know that, but there is. Man, I can't wait to watch these cricketers play." Sidiksha started.
"Just imagine capturing a really hot picture of Hardik Pandya." She dreamed.
"He's wiping his sweat and suddenly he looks my at my lens with a smirk playing on his lips, and I capture it. What a masterpiece that would be." She continued, having a dreamy smile on her face.
I laughed at her, before shaking my head at her imagination.
"He's a father now." I reminded her.
"Does not matter." She rolled her eyes.
"Anyway, are we going to their room?" I asked, referring to Meeth and Naksh's room.
"Yeah, we got too much food. Let's just share with them instead of throwing it away." She said.
"Okay, give me a minute, I need to pee." I said, getting off the bed.
"You take your time, chill, I'll take the food over." She stated, before picking the food packages and walking towards the door.
I took my own sweet time in the washroom.
Do you sit and listen to music on the toilet seat even after you're done peeing, or are you normal?
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I spent nearly twenty minutes in the washroom, doing absolutely nothing after I was done peeing.
I quickly cleaned myself, before walking out. Standing infront of the dressing table, I brushed my hair, until I was satisfied with how I looked.
"Meher, hurry up!" I mumbled.
Checking the time on my watch, I barged out of my hotel room only to collide with someone.
A tub of chocolate ice cream splashed all over my white night dress.
Fuming with anger, I looked up to see the culprit who caused this damage, but froze as soon as I saw his face.
Shubman Gill stood right infront of me, smiling while scratching his neck, as the next sentence unknowingly escaped my mouth.
"Oh boy, is this.. an.."
I blinked before saying the next word.
"?"
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Hello lovelies!
I'm really sorry, I posted the first chapter really late, but hello, it's still the 1st of October. 👀
Also, an important thing! My last SG fanfiction, 'Oxygen' received quite the hate, for I don't know what reason. People even DMed me, hating on the book, but all I did was ignore and delete those comments and DMs. But, I swear, if this book receives the same, then trust me, I'm going to report the person who does it. :)
Much love! 💕
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