Ishan was startled awake by the angry buzzing of his phone . The continuous text messages flooding his phone ruining whatever sleep he managed to get .
Groggily , he read the messages, they were all from a very concerned brother of his .
Ro- Bro:
You idiot!
You didn't sleep last night on time did you ?
Answer me !
Answer me !
Ishu :
Naaaa bhai , I slept right on time , like the good little angel I am . 👼
* Heavenly music intensifies *
Ro-Bro :
Chal chal mere saath Johnny Johnny yes papa , telling lies no papa mat khel .
Tere chat me last online 1:48 dikhara hai .
Ishu:
Oh shit !
Hehe , sorry Bhai maaf kardo .
Aap to Mere favourite Bhai ho
Best Bhai ho naa
🥺
Ro-Bro has taken a screenshot
Ro-Bro:
Ab me Tera ye best Bhai wala confession Cheeku ko bhejunga haha !
Ishu:
Nahi nahi , bhaiya nahi
Merepe Daya karo .
Ro-Bro:
Nahi , yehi teri punishment hai .
Ishu:
Punishment ? Kis bat ka punishment , mere jaise nadaan se bachhe ko punishment kyu mil raha hai
Mean-Bhai :
Isi baat ki punishment ki tu kal late soya , uske vajah se Aaj time se utha nahi , uske vajah se tune humare team ka pehla practice Miss kar Diya iss ipl season ka 😁.
Whiny Brat:
* Insert shocked face
OH SHiT PRACTICE THA AAJ !
Mean-Bhai:
Ha , practice . Par tu chinta na kar , Aaj waise bhi kuch zyada Kiya nahi bas thodi bahut team bonding . Chal tu so ja , apni neend Puri kar .
Aur ho mera naam Mean- Bhai se bapis Ro-Bro kar.
Whiny Brat:
Pehle aap mera naam sahi karo
Mean- Bhai:
Nahi 😔
Whiny Brat :
Toh Mai bhi nahi 😔
Mean- Bhai has gone offline
Ishan closed his eyes , trying to go back to sleep ,but alas sleep was not in his kismat as his phone started buzzing again , this time receiving angry messages from Virat Bhaiya , all revolving around a certain screenshot .
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Ishan watched the sunset at Marine drive reminiscent of all the good times he had with him.
The couple sitting a few inches away from him were victims of his internal envy . He too wanted that , wanted whispers of love , touches of affection and everything else .
Logically speaking, he was Ishan Kishan a famous cricketer who had girls (and some guys) going crazy on him , if he wanted he could choose anyone ,but he didn't want anyone , he just wanted him and only him .
But he couldn't have him now could he .
Everyday that he woke up without having him by his side , shattered his heart and every night going to sleep he managed to tape his heart together lying to himself that everything would be ok , that things would go back to normal , only to have his heart shattered in the morning again.
Why ? Why did he have to open his goddamn mouth .
Why did he have to ruin it all ?
What sins had he done in his past life to deserve this ?
He laughed to himself and muttered 'congrats Loser, you managed to make even such a beautiful place depressing .'
Was he a fool to think that everything would be fixed
or
was he an ever bigger fool to think that he could move on .
He couldn't move on , not in this universe ,not in any universe
His name was always destined to be branded on Ishan's heart ,and Ishan was always destined for heartbreak.
Or was he ?
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The Ramblings of an Insomniac - Shubman Gill X Ishan Kishan
FanfictionS.Gill x I.Kishan In which Ishan is an insomniac and Shubman Is the cause of his insomnia Or In which Ishan the insomniac, messages long texts to Shubman ,who has blocked him in
