Divya frowned and Aastha winked at her. She saw Shlok standing in the balcony in his shorts and smiling at her and Divya grinned at Aastha making her chuckle.

She took her bag and ran out. Shlok too came downstairs and met her halfway in a tight hug.

"I thought I lost you the chance to even perform tomorrow."

She mumbled and he kissed her forehead cupping her face.

"Ho bhi jaata aisa toh bhi it wouldn't have mattered. You played so well baby. I love you so much."

Picking her up bridal style he took her to the room and gave her a celebration in his own style.

The next day was his match and the final round.

Before the starting of the event Divya sneaked in the boy's changing room in one of the stalls and giggled when she heard the voice of the boys'outside.

She messaged Shlok which pinged instantly and he checked because he had a different ringtone for her.

I am in the changing room. First left stall.��

His eyes widened as he looked towards the stall she mentioned and gulped. He saw one of his teammates going towards it with his shorts and vest and yelled.

"Pranay!"

The boy stopped and looked at him shocked. Everyone around them looked at him confused. Silence pursued. Shlok chuckled nervously and took his jersey and said.

"Pehle mai jaaunga. Find some other stall for yourself. Aur tum sab. Get reafy quickly and move downstairs."

He ordered disappearing behind the stall and pulling his naughty wife in his arms who looked at him with mischeif in her eyes.

"You're such a naughty naughty girl."

He whispered kissing her neck and she bit her lip to control her giggles and moans.

His stubble tickled her and she giggled keeping her hand on her mouth to stop her voice from leaking out.

Soon the voices outside started fading and Shlok opened the door of the stall to check whether everyone left or not.

When he was sure that none of his team members were sneaking around he pulled her out and pushed her against the stall door.

"You've got to win this. It's against our number one rival college. And your number one rival is playing too."

She said and he made a face at the mention of the said rival. She giggled and said.

"Why do you hate him so much anyway?"

"You know why!"

He narrowed his eyes at her and she bit her lip pulling him down for a kiss.

Last year in the sports event the boy had proposed Divya to which she had said no but Shlok got so pissed at him for doing so. He still is.

"Forget about that fucker! Focus on me baby."

He whispered and hooked her leg around his waist making her look at him in anticipation.

"What are you doing?"

She whispered and he smirked mischeviously.

"Getting my lucky charm."

He said and slid her panties aside. He rubbed her clit and she clutched his shoulder.

He entered his finger in her and she threw her head back. When the second finger was added she rolled her eyes and moaned loudly.

He hit her G-spot and she released all over his fingers panting heavily. He cleaned his fingers by sucking them off and winked at her after pecking her lips.

"See you after the win baby."

He whispered and sauntered off to the ground while she ran to the washroom trying to hide her blush.

Only they didn't know they weren't alone in the room.

Two hours later Shlok and his team were being congratulated on their win. After the college authorities presented the awards, the captain of the opponent team got on the stage and took the mic. The same man who proposed Divya.

"Congratulations buddy! Well obviously you had to win. Game se pehle lucky charm jo liya tha apna."

He taunted and Shlok's jaw clenched. Divya looked on tense. While everyone else was confused.

"You guys think he and the girl over there are enemies. That's what they pretend they are right? Lekin aise kaunse enemies hai who fuck each other in private?"

Divya's eyes widened and Shlok felt like killing this man.

"I liked this girl and she rejected my proposal because she had been fucking her so called enemy."

He continued and Divya bowed her head.

"You guys won't trust me. After all, tum sab ka enemy hu mai. But you will trust me after you see this."

He said and got off the stage towards the technical team and connected his phone to the video projector and played the video which started the gasps and rumours around.

Divya looked up and felt like air being sucked out of her lungs. Her and Shlok's private moments were being played in front of thousands of students. She could hear people around her calling her names.

She ran inside trying to hide her tears and Shlok ran to stop the video before it could show any further.

He broke the phone in half and punched the boy. He grabbed him by the collar and dragged him back on stage taking the mic.

"Each one of you calling her names, calling her a slut and whore, listen to me and listen well. She is my wife. My legally wedded wife. BIWI HAI WO MERI. And even if not. What we do in private is none of any one od yours fucking business. Stop judging people on that."

He then threw the boy down and said.

"And before asking what we were doing ask this fucker what he was doing in our changing room. Jasoosi krne aaya tha?"

The crowd again erupted in mutters and gossips. He whispered to him in a dangerous tone.

"Now answer their and the authorities questions you fucker."

Giving him one last punch he ran off to find Divya knowing she would be hiding and crying somewhere.

Divya ran off to the washroom with Aastha on her tail.

"Divya babe! You're shaking. Calm down."

"How-how do I calm down? Every-everyone down there has seen-seen all that. We-we are - Aastha we were-"

"Shh! Relax! I know! It's ok babe! It's fine! Let the world be fucked. They are not worth it anyways. Take deep breaths. Divya please. You're shaking."

Divya was trembling. Tears streaming down her face. The girls in the washroom looking at her weirdly.

"Divya! Divya bahar aao!"

They heard Shlok's voice and Divya shook her head crying. She had no energy to move. What would the students be thinking about her? They were calling her names.

"Divya mai andar nhi aa skta meri jaan. Please come out."

She heard his pleading voice. She knew it was hurting him too. But she couldn't move.

"Guys! Can you please co-operate?"

Aastha asked the girls in the washroom and cleared it all out. She then motioned Shlok to get in making him look at her wide eyed.

She sighed and pushed him inside, closing the door and standing in front of it like a bodyguard. She saw Kushal stand in front of her with his arms crossed in front of his chest and his back to her.

She was guarding the door and he was guarding her. And for the first time she felt something. Something for the man she has had a crush on but started avoiding him because he was way out of her league.

Shlok walked towards Divya and gathered her in his arms and she broke as if a dam burst.

"Shh! It's ok! Jaan relax! It's fine."

"Sab-sab kya soch rhe honge mere baare mai? Everyone must be thinking I am-I am a slut. I am not Shlok. I really love you."

He nodded his head agreeing with her and kissed her forehead.

"I know meri jaan. And I love you too. We didn't do anything wrong. Right? You're my wife. And we didn't do anything wrong. Ok baby? Ok?"

She nodded and he wiped his tears hugging her close to his heart.

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