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Rude
Shubman knew he had fucked up the moment the words left his mouth .
"Teri himmat kaise hui mujhse itni rudely baat karne ki," Ishan said , his tone dripping with sarcasm. The air grew thick with tension as his words hung in the air, the others exchanging glances and trying to hide their amusement.
"Haan, tune Chotu se aise baat kyu ki?" Virat chimed in from the background, unable to contain his laughter at the situation.
"Beta abh toh tu gaya" KL added, smirking at Shubman.
Rolling his eyes at all the drama unfolding, Shubman couldn't help but retaliate . "Toh tu bhi toh karta hai na," .
He then turned to Virat, "Aur Virat bhai, aap uski side kyu le rahe ho?"
Virat simply snickered in response, thoroughly enjoying the banter between the lovebirds .
"Mai toh kar sakta hu, par tune kyu ki?" Ishan crossed his arms over his chest, narrowing his eyes at Shubman in challenge.
"Haan chotu kar sakta hai," Virat repeated again.
Shubman let out a sigh of defeat , "Achha baba agli baar se nahi Karunga."
Ishan smirked triumphantly, satisfied with Shubman's concession. "Whipped," Virat mumbled under his breath.
Looking back at Virat, Ishan playfully protested, "Aur bhai aap mujhe chotu chotu mat bulao."
"Par tu toh apna chotu hai na," Virat retorted with a mischievous grin.
"But Shubman is younger than me," Ishan shot back.
"I'm taller than you, you dwarf," Shubman teased (who clearly still hadn't learned his lesson)
"Meine na tereko do lagane hai " If looks could kill , Shubman would have been 6 feet underground .
"Shub tu kyu pitne wale kaam karta hai" Virat shook his head in disbelief.
Feeling outnumbered by the rest of the group taking lshan’s side, Shubman let out a sigh. 'Yeh sab ke sab mere against hai,' he thought to himself.
He looked towards KL, hoping for some support, but KL simply shrugged and said, "Sorry Shubman but you know how it is. I'm on Ishan's side."
Just when he thought all hope was lost, Shreyas , who wasn't even listening to the conversation , finally spoke up , "It's okay Shubi, I'm on your side,"
Before Shubman could even thank him , Ishan had already given Shreyas his puppy eyes "But bhaiya shubi ne mujhse itni rudely baat kari "
"Yeah sorry I'm not on your side anymore Shubman "
"Collect kar liye tune apne saare Pokemon ? Tu ruk ja tujhe toh mein baad mein bata ta hu" Shubman remarked looking at Ishan who had a smirk on his face .
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The only sound audible in the room were Ishan's soft moans, his voice breathy and filled with pleasure
"What were you saying earlier baby?" Shubman asked as he trailed kisses along Ishan's jawline . Ishan's eyes were half-lidded with desire, his cheeks flushed and his lips swollen from their kisses. His body was arched towards Shubman, fingers tangled in the sheets as he squirmed with longing.
"I hate you right now," he managed to whisper between gasps of pleasure
Shubman laughed softly, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh is that it ? Should I stop then?," he teased, his fingers gently tracing the curve of Ishan's hips.
Ishan shook his head, his eyes fluttering shut. "No, don't stop please," he pleaded, his voice tinged with desire. Shubman's eyes sparked with mischief as he continued his touch, slowly moving lower.
Shubman loved watching Ishan squirm under his touch. He loved having this power over him, the power to make him lose control and forget about everything else.
Every inch of Ishan's body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with desire as Shubman's lips traced down his chest.
"Shubi," he whimpered , his voice filled with need when Shubman's teeth grazed against his nipple. His fingers tangled in Shubman's hair as he pulled him closer, wanting more.
"Am I being rude to you, Ishu ?"
"Shut up," Ishan muttered, his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. "Just shut up and do something already."
Shubman chuckled and leaned in to capture Ishan's lips in a heated kiss. His hands roamed over Ishan's body, making him moan and arch into his touch. He loved the way Ishan responded to him, so eagerly and passionately.
"What's the matter, baby?" Shubman whispered , lips brushing against Ishan's ear. " You were acting so bossy earlier and now fucking look at you ". His eyes scanned Ishan's body , lingering on Ishan's flushed cheeks and parted lips. " Like putty in my hands, begging me to touch you."
Ishan groaned , his breathing heavy " Don't do that ," he murmured.
" Do what ? " Shubman asked innocently, but they both knew what he was talking about.
" Tease me," Ishan replied with a pout.
"But you love it," Shubman said with a smirk before he dove in for another kiss, proving his point without uttering a single word.
Ishan couldn't deny it . He did love it . He loved everything about Shubman - his touch, his scent, his voice . Being with him made him feel alive and complete.
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i have like 5 unfinished drafts of ishman fics but everytime i open them i feel like deleting them all 😭 (also idk if i should add a little✨spice ✨ or would that be cringe )
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Captaincy
It wasn’t helping , Ishan behind the stumps wasn’t fucking helping . It was going to be a tough match and Shubman could hear the crowd roar , he could feel the sweat dripping down and most important of it all , he could feel the weight of the captaincy on his shoulders .
Ishan wasn't even doing anything distracting , they were pure professionals on the field . It was just all the overwhelming emotions that were probably ticking him off . He could feel Ishan't gaze on him and some part of him just wanted to prove it to Ishan and to everyone else that he deserved this position given to him.
On the next ball , he tried to go for a boundary but hardik bhai was able to stop the ball . He ran for a run and but as soon as he reached the crease he heard shouts behind him. He looked back to see someone lying on the ground , clutching his eye in pain . He realised it was Ishan who was missing behind the wickets .
Ishan was surrounded by his team and the medical staff was quick to take him inside . Shubman just stood there frozen , his mind racing with concern .
"Ishan's going to be okay Shubman " Saha bhai got him out of his head with reassuring words . Shubman gave him a shaky nod . He still had a game to win .
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"Abh thik hai ishu?" Rohit asked as he gently inspected Ishan's injury .
Ishan winced in pain as Rohit probed his swollen eye. "It hurts a little Rohit bhai," he muttered, his voice filled with frustration.
Rohit placed a comforting hand on Ishan's shoulder "The medical staff said it's not severe. You'll get better before the next match."
Ishan nodded weakly, grateful for the support of his captain. The thought of being unable to contribute to the team weighed heavily on him. He didn't even get to bat .
"Ishu mere bhai I'm so so sorry" a whining Hardik burst inside the locker room and rushed towards Ishan. His face was filled with guilt and worry.
Ishan managed a small smile, his swollen eye crinkling at the corners. "Aarey aapki galti nahi hai bhai"
Hardik shook his head adamantly. "Nahi nahi , I should've been more careful with my throw. I shouldn't have let it hit you!"
Rohit stepped forward, his tone firm yet reassuring. "Hardik, accidents happen on the field. It was nobody's fault."
"Let me take you to the hotel Ishu , tu rest kar aaj aaram se " Hardik said, his voice filled with concern.
Ishan nodded gratefully, feeling the exhaustion from the match and the pain in his eye catching up to him. He needed rest, both physically and mentally.
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Shubman was dying . The urgency of seeing Ishan was eating him up inside . He was beyond happy that they had won though as the captain he had to stay back for much longer than everyone else.
As the team bus pulled up to the hotel, he practically bolted out of his seat, his heart pounding with anxiety. He needed to see Ishan, to make sure he was alright.
He saw Rohit bhai in the lobby and quickly approached him. "Bhai, how is Ishan? Is he okay?" Shubman asked, unable to hide the worry in his voice.
Rohit smiled reassuringly. "He's doing better, Shubi. The swelling has gone down a bit, and the medical staff said he should be back in action soon."
Relief flooded Shubman's body, and he let out a sigh of relief. "Thank God. I was so worried about him."
Rohit patted him on the back. "Now go and see him. He's resting in his room."
Without wasting another second, he dashed towards Ishan's room. Ishan was lying on the bed, a cold compress covering his eye. His face lit up with a smile when he saw Shubman enter the room.
"Shubi!" Ishan exclaimed, his voice filled with happiness. "Idhar aao captain ji ."
Shubman rushed to Ishan's side, his heart swelling with relief and affection. He sat down on the edge of the bed, careful not to disturb Ishan's injured eye.
"Thank God you're okay, Ishu," Shubman said, his voice filled with genuine concern. "I was so worried about you."
Ishan chuckled softly, wincing at the slight pain it caused. "Itni chinta mat kara ka shubhi ." He playfully nudged Shubhman's arm. "Aisi choti moti chot mera kuch bigad sakti hai kya ?"
Shubhman hit his head "Tereko har samay mazak hi sujta hai . How many times have I told you to wear a helmet "
" Haww , aise patient ko koi marta hai kya? " Ishan said with a pout . Shubman's face clearly showed that he wasn't amused at all.
Ishan laughed, "Achha sorry sorry. It was just bad luck yaar. Couldn't have predicted that ball would hit me in the eye."
Shubman couldn't help but finally smile at Ishan's infectious laughter, the worry and tension from earlier dissipating into thin air.
"Well, you better be more careful next time, Ishu," he teasingly scolded. "Otherwise, I might just have to tie a helmet to your head permanently."
Ishan feigned shock, his hand dramatically covering his chest. "Oh no, captain ji! Anything but that!" He grinned mischievously.
Shubhman couldn't help but laugh. Seeing Ishan's playful spirit brought a sense of normalcy back to the room.
"You better believe it, Ishu," Shubman replied, his voice filled with mock seriousness. "I'll make sure you have a helmet on even when you're sleeping."
Ishan playfully threw a pillow at Shubman, causing both of them to erupt in laughter.
"Congratulations Shubi . Hum har Gaye but I'm so proud of you for winning "
"Toh phir uss bet ka reward ?"
Ishan raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Hmm, what do you have in mind ?" he asked with a playful smirk.
Shubman smirked, "Oh, I have a few ideas in mind, Ishu," he replied, leaning closer to Ishan. "But we'll have to wait until you're fully recovered."
Ishan's cheeks flushed with a hint of pink as he met Shubman's gaze. His voice lowered to a seductive whisper. "Well then, Captain Ji, I can't wait for that delicious reward."
Leaning in closer, Shubman captured Ishan's lips in a tender kiss. The soft press of their mouths sent an electric current coursing through their bodies, igniting a fire within them that burned hotter with each passing second.
Ishan responded eagerly, his hands finding their way into Shubman's hair, pulling him closer as their lips moved in sync. The taste of Ishan was intoxicating, a sweet blend of desire and passion that left Shubman yearning for more.
They broke the kiss, both breathless and flushed with desire. Their gazes locked, filled with an unspoken understanding and a hunger that couldn't be contained any longer. Shubman's hands found their way to Ishan's waist, pulling him closer until their bodies were pressed tightly together.
"I missed you," Shubman whispered, his voice laced with longing.
Ishan's eyes sparkled with desire as he leaned in, brushing his lips against Shubhman's ear. "I missed you too shubi."
As the moon cast its gentle glow through the sheer curtains, Shubhman and Ishan found solace in each other's arms. They lay intertwined on the bed, their bodies formulating a perfect fit, like two souls finally reunited after a long separation.
The softness of the sheets caressed their skin, embracing them in a cocoon of warmth and tenderness. Ishan traced his fingers along the contours of Shubman's face, memorizing every dip and curve as if committing it to memory. Shubman closed his eyes, surrendering himself to the sensation, his heart fluttering like a thousand butterflies in his chest.
At this moment, time seemed to stand still. Their worries and responsibilities faded into insignificance. They existed only for each other .
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Captured Moments
Ishan is so done with all the posts floating around on twitter . All the people bad-mouthing him on instagram , blaming him for Shubman’s performance in the match . It was one match for god’s sake . And if it wasn’t for Ishan , Shubman would still be down and depressed , mulling over his mistakes in the world cup . It was Ishan who got him out of his head , who gave him a reason to smile again .
“Ishu are you done yet?” Shubman’s voice gets Ishan out of his head and he realises he still hasn’t decided what to wear . The bed is a mess of clothes skewed around which he had dumped out from his suitcase . He looks at Shubman who’s already ready and Ishan can’t help but admire how right he looks in the clothes that he picked out .
“Ishu just wear one of my shirts yaar , mujhe pata hai tune end mein mere kapde hi churane hai “ Shubman sounds almost fond. Ishan knows that he likes it when Ishan wears his clothes even though they're too big on him . Sighing , he finally decides on a blue chequered shirt .
Ishan slips on the oversized shirt, the fabric engulfing his slender frame. He catches a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror, and a sense of vulnerability washes over him. He's always felt safe in Shubman's presence .
Shubman steps closer, his eyes tracing over Ishan's figure with a mixture of adoration and something deeper, something unspoken. "Ready?" Shubman asks softly, breaking the silence that had settled between them. Ishan nods, unable to find his voice amidst the whirlwind of emotions churning within him.
As they exit the hotel room, Ishan feels the weight of Shubman's gaze on him. He's smiling and Ishan just wants to poke his dimples but he controls himself. He has better self control than Shubman who he knows looks like a "love-sick puppy " (Hardik's words). Them dating is common knowledge to the team .
"Wait Ishu let's take some pictures , mujhe post karni hai"
Ishan groans playfully, rolling his eyes at Shubman hman's request. "Kitni photos lega tu shubh?" he protests, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
Shubman pouts, his bottom lip jutting out in an adorable manner. “But Ishu, mein iss outfit mein itna achha lag raha hu , the world needs to see ," he whines, grabbing Ishan's hand and pulling him towards a picturesque spot by the hotel's garden. "Plus , you look so good in my clothes. I need to capture this moment."
Unable to resist Shubman’s puppy-dog eyes, Ishan relents and takes at least 50 pictures of him from so many angles that his hand starts hurting . Shubman has requests as if Ishan was a professional photographer like how is he supposed to take a photo from a top angle when he's that short.
"Okay now your turn"
Ishan hands the phone back to Shubman, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. "Oh, my turn? Well, alright then," he says, stepping in front of the camera.
"Haan bas aise hi , idhar dekh ishu , nahi nahi thoda left" Shubman is an irritating photographer but his antics make Ishan chuckle .
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They get back to the hotel late at night and it's safe to say that they're dead on their feet .
Ishan collapses onto the plush hotel bed, his tired muscles aching from the long day. Shubman joins him, their bodies cocooned in each other's warmth. Ishan lets out a contented sigh as Shubman's arms wrap around him, pulling him closer. They lay there in silence, the only sound filling the room being their synchronised breathing.
"Oh yaar pictures to post kari hi nahi" Shubman's voice breaks the peaceful silence. He takes out his phone and busies himself in deciding what to post .
Ishan watches Shubman scroll through the pictures they took earlier, his face contorting with concentration. He can't help but find it endearing how serious Shubman is about a post , even in their exhausted state . He shifts closer to Shubman, resting his head on his chest and listening to the steady thump of his heart.
As Shubman continues scrolling through his phone, Ishan's mind drifts back to the match earlier. The relentless criticism and blame that had been hurled at him on social media still lingers in his mind.
"You know," Ishan whispers, breaking the silence once again. "I don't know how you handle all the negativity. I'm lucky to have you."
Shubman's fingers pause on the screen, his eyes still fixated on the vibrant photos. He looks down at Ishan, his expression softening with affection. "I handle it because I have you," he says, his voice filled with sincerity. "You're my anchor, Ishu. You bring me back to reality whenever the world gets too overwhelming."
Ishan's heart swells with warmth, his love for Shubman radiating through every fibre of his being. He lifts his head and meets Shubman's gaze, their eyes connecting . "And you're mine," Ishan whispers, his voice filled with a mixture of gratitude and devotion.
It's the truth . Ishan has been with Shubman since the start of their cricket journey . He's seen him in his highest highs and lowest lows, and through it all, he has remained a constant source of strength and support. Him being the reason for Shubman's bad score is downright rubbish .
Shubman sets his phone aside and leans in, capturing Ishan's lips in a tender kiss. Ishan melts into the embrace, savouring the taste of familiarity and love. Their kisses are soft and gentle, a silent affirmation of their connection. They break apart, their foreheads resting against each other.
"I love you," Shubman murmurs, his voice laced with vulnerability.
"I love you too," Ishan replies, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Now tell me a good caption for this post"
"Yaar why do you always ruin the mood? '' Ishan whines, his heart full of love and adoration for the man in front of him. He brushes a strand of Shubman's hair away from his forehead before leaning back to look at the pictures on the phone.
After a meaningless discussion , Shubman finally decides on a caption and hits the post button . Ishan is also forced to post a picture of his own though he does so after leaving a cheeky 'Pc?' comment on Shubman's post. And Shubman who doesn't even try to hide it any more responds with 'all to you' . They’re definitely going to be teased by the team tomorrow . And to make matters worse , the guy even comments on his post about the shirt .
"Shubh tune khud mujhe voh shirt dalne ko di thi!"
As the night wears on, Ishan finds himself lost in the sea of social media. He stumbles upon an edit of him and Shubman which reads " he was there when no one else was" . Ishan's heart swells with gratitude as he reads the words on the screen. It's a simple edit, but it captures the essence of their relationship perfectly. He doesn't think twice before liking it .
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