Arranged ⁕‖ A Shreyas Iyer Fan Fic‖⁕

⁘Chapter 27⁘

Note: This is during/after the test match, so a slight time skip

Tara Iyer

A wicket had fallen according to Varun, I was a moment away from falling asleep. Shreyas walked into the ground, taking his time and swinging his bat a few times. I watched curiously, he seemed particularly calm. I sipped my drink, careful not to spill it. I was wearing Shreyas's spare jersey and some jeans. I watched carefully, and then Jadeja's wife, smiled at me. "It'll be tense for a while, but then you'll get used to comforting them on their bad days and congratulating them on their good ones."

I was apparently going to be doing the latter, Shreyas had scored a century. He came out of the dressing room, looking tired and elated. I reached out, my hands wrapping around his neck and pulling him into a hug. Shubman Gill shrieked and covered his eyes, "Gah, romance."

Shreyas quickly reacted, and I pushed off a few seconds later. "You go celebrate," I smiled, he shook his head. "Nah, I'd rather spend the rest of the day with you." My smile widened slightly, genuinely happy. 

Jadeja let out a hoot, "Man, you used to tease me about roaming behind my wife? Who's love struck now?"

Shreyas's lips lifted up, "Me."

Color rose up to my cheeks, and I quickly turned away to gather my belongings. The ride to the hotel was silent, and so was our time spent there. I finally gathered up my guts to talk to him during our dinner. "Congrats."

Shreyas blinked at me, "Thanks, but, uh, what for?"

"The century." I scoffed slightly, his lips curved up. "Makes more sense than you congratulating me for ordering chicken pesto."

"Right," I laughed nervously, since when could I not talk to him normally?

My gaze flicked to him, and noted the way he adjusted his cuffs and smiled at me before taking dozens more pictures. Crap, no. no.. this cannot be happening

I physically cannot be starting to find his little gestures attractive.

again!

I'd had enough heartbreaks from Shreyas Iyer when I'd fallen for the caring personality of his during my younger days. I could not afford to do that again. This is fake, I chanted to myself everytime he would smile at me or make a little comment on how happy he was to have me here with him when he debuted and scored a century. Soon I paid the bill after a long argument with Shreyas, which I won by saying "I'll treat you since you scored a century."

He'd agreed reluctantly and made me promise that I would let him pay for the Uber. I promised, but who said I was going to keep my word?

I'd opened my instagram account to a few hate messages on the photo of me hugging Shreyas. But there had been one very persistent stalker fan recently who'd taken a liking to bullying me. For example, buying my make-up products and lighting them on fire, and to make it harsher, she'd send me the videos. Or photoshopping me out of Shreyas's instagram posts. I sighed to myself, they really think that this is going to hurt me.

But then I'd seen something else, something else that scared me. A number that I never thought I would see again.

Gayathri

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