Ishan found himself immersed in a state of profound fatigue as he reclined upon his bed, his body weary from the exertions of the match. The series had concluded with a resounding 3-0 victory, a feat that filled him with immense satisfaction. It had been quite some time since he had been granted the opportunity to be a part of the playing eleven, making this achievement all the more meaningful. The experience served as a powerful motivator, inspiring him to strive for excellence in all future endeavors.
Just as Ishan was lost in his thoughts, his phone emitted a buzzing sound, drawing his attention away. Glancing at the screen, he saw messages from Mitali.
Mitali:- "you fucking asshole!"
Mitali:- "how dare you?".
Mitali:- "you bloody pieces of shit, saale tu hai kon, bench* d , agar duniya ko bta diya na saale tere future ki maa bhen ho jayegi!".
It's quite ironic, isn't it, that it was her unwavering support that provided him with the necessary courage to openly confide in none other than Surya bhaiya .
The crux of the matter, however, lies not in his lack of acceptance of his own sexuality, but rather in his aversion to casually discussing it with random individuals. The unwanted attention and ensuing controversies that often accompany such conversations are what he truly despises.
His phone buzzed again.
Mitali:- i will announce to the whole world that you are nothing but a whore, a faggot .
Mitali:- you fucking lied me, saying you have no interest in him , does he knows how many Dick's you have tasted.
Alright that was enough when he looked at the last message, like seriously I haven't even had a proper kiss with someone.
Then he blocked and reported her number, not before writing" go to hell."
Then he called his manager and told to take care of this scene.
Context:-
The image capturing Ishan's act of assisting Shubhman with a drink of water ignited a firestorm on the internet, with the hashtag #ishman trending and prompting the resurfacing of countless old photos showcasing their interactions. Even the most trivial of moments captured in a photograph garnered exaggerated reactions. This frenzy drove Mitali to the brink of madness, exacerbated by the fact that Ishan had already confided in her about his bisexuality.
Ishan placed his phone on the side table and retired for a rejuvenating slumber. He recognized the importance of rest, especially considering the team's celebratory atmosphere, marking their victorious conclusion in South Africa. Gathering energy for the upcoming party was imperative.
Ishan woke up by hustling sounds made by Surya.
Surya " uth Jaa na bhai, chal na nahi hai kya".
With his eyes half-open, Ishan sat up and started rubbing his tired eyes. He got up and headed towards the bathroom, a towel casually draped over his shoulder. Unaware of the presence of a certain well-dressed figure entering the room.
Ishan hastily emerged from the bathroom, wearing only a towel around his lower half. When Surya exclaimed, "Looks like our party will be happening right here in the room!"
"See I'm almost ready, WHAT THE FUCK SHUBMAN????".
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Shubhman was filled with anticipation for the celebration, firstly fueled the team's victory and secondly the amusing sight of a particular individual whose pouting became more pronounced after indulging in a few drinks.
Excitedly prepared, Shubhman deviated from the path leading to the lounge and instead made his way to Surya bhaiya's room, to take him along.
( a/n we all know whom you are here for)
Shubman found himself in an uncomfortable position alongside Surya, who couldn't help but inquire about his unexpected presence.
Taking a moment to survey the surroundings, Shubman couldn't help but notice the room's impeccable tidiness, a stark contrast to the chaotic state of their own accommodations.
However, his attention was abruptly diverted as he heard the bathroom door swing open, leaving him frozen in astonishment, his mouth hanging open in disbelief. "Bhains ki aankh".
As Ishan stood before him, his chiseled torso on display with only a loosely draped towel around his waist, Shubhman's eyes instinctively traveled downward, beholding Ishan's impeccably sculpted physique, his resplendent complexion, and the droplets of water cascading from his luxuriant, curly tresses.
Just then Ishan said "See I'm almost ready, WHAT THE FUCK SHUBMAN????".
Shubhman's voice quivered as he cleared his throat, attempting to regain composure. "Um... I mean, we should hurry. We're running late," he stammered, seeking support from Surya with a pleading look.
In response, Surya raised an eyebrow, his expression tinged with amusement.
Ishan, catching Shubhman's attempt to assist him, retorted sharply, "Don't touch it. I am perfectly capable of dressing myself."
Shubhman, flustered and at a loss for words, simply muttered, "Umm... well," before hastily making his way out of the room.
The end
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