Arranged ⁕‖ A Shreyas Iyer Fan Fic‖⁕

⁘Chapter 2⁘

Shreyas

I closed my laptop with a sigh, my batting was weakening and so were my chances of breaking into the Indian Squad once more. Our group chat was buzzing nonstop, Virat and Rohit were arguing about where to eat when they land somewhere for a T20. Shubman Gill was busy grinning over the fact that the new team chose him. Venkatesh Iyer was gushing over being selected. More or less, everyone's lives were set except for mine.

I was still standing on a rocky edge, I could either fall deep or fly.

"What's going on?" Sheikh, my best friend and manager, entered the room holding three coffee cups. Two Milk Coffee's and One Black Coffee, he was a good four inches shorter than me but he made up for it with his brain. Tara had tried to snag him away into the business world but he'd chose to stick with me. Priyanka behind his shoulder, she placed her hand on her lips in the universal gesture of 'shush'.

She crept towards him miraculously silent in those heels before screaming at him, "BOO!"

Sheikh jerked backwards, and whirled around, the warm brown liquid in his hand sloshing and the contents of the cup tipped over on me. "Crap!" Sheikh cursed, eyeing my white shirt that had a brown splotch on it now.  "I'll go change." 

Sheikh inhaled to apologize but I waved him off. I fumbled through my closet and pulled out a navy blue polo shirt. Quickly throwing off my shirt and pulling on the new one, I hurried back to my girlfriend and friend. My fingers wrapped around the doorknob as I was about to pull it open.

"-Shreyas?" I heard Sheikh's voice, "What I think about him?"

Oh? This is going to be fun

"He's an amazing playboy, I'm telling you Priya, we should have left with Tara. He's starting to get abusive and possessive." He sighed, a chill ran down my spine. Tara?

"Well, at least, we got closer." said Priya.

My heart sank, I swung the door open. Priya was in Sheikh's arms, held so tenderly in way only I thought I did. My jaw clenched as I walked up to the two traitors, "Playboy?"

"Shreyas-" Priya started, her eyes glimmering with sympathy. "You could have at least broken up with me," I cut her off. "It's not like I would have opposed."

"And I didn't even lay a hand on you!" I hissed, my gaze fell on the burning hot coffee. "Abusive?"

"You know what's abusive?" I grabbed the coffee cup, and flicked it at Sheikh, "That."

Priya let out a cry of horror, and I stormed out. Guilt pricking at me moments after I left, maybe I went a little overboard.

Days later the press were after me, I don't know what happened but they'd gotten their hands on the footage of me throwing coffee at Sheikh. The Delhi Capitals had called to inform me that they wouldn't be retaining me, and that I should watch myself carefully because I was threading on a very thin line.

That's when I saw her again, Tara Patel.

My blood boiled slightly, she was dressed quite expensively as per usual. I'd seen her in the head lines more than once. "Tara."

"Shreyas," She flashed me her pearly whites, but I knew a fake smile when I saw one. "Let's catch up?" 

"Was it your doing?" I asked her quite bluntly, she blinked at me a few times in what seemed like actual shock.

"I do a lot of things, Mr.Iyer." She inspected her nails, "Running a company, destroying lives and being stuck up, you'll have to be specific."

"I think I fall under the second category." I grunted, shoving my hands into the pockets of my track pants.  "Shreyas, I heard about what happened-"

"I don't need pity," I informed her, turning around. "Who said anything about pity?" She called out.

"I have a deal for you."

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Whew, im on a role

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