Arranged ⁕‖ A Shreyas Iyer Fan Fic‖⁕

⁘Chapter 28⁘

Shreyas Iyer

I hummed to myself, returning to the room and I glanced at the little wrapped present in my hand. It had been exactly four month's since we got married, and to me, that's a pretty big deal. So I'd bought her little pendant with her initials carved into it.

"Oh." I heard Tara's voice coming from our room, I froze in place worried that she'd seen the gift. But her last words scared me, "Thanks, Gayathri."

Gayathri?

Gayathri Suresh had disappeared off the face of the planet when I'd called it quits with her. It wasn't exactly her fault, but cricket is a true commitment, those who couldn't handle it were left behind. I needed to improve, and my relationship at the time wasn't the best. My attempts at contact kept flopping as she seemingly fell off the planet. I heard the door creak open, and Tara's face snapped me out of the never ending fall of questions.

"Hi." I squeaked out, and she raised an eyebrow. "Why are you so pale?"

"Nothing,  just have a gift-" I mumbled, fishing the small box out of my pocket. She glanced at it with a frown, "I was talking to someone recently."

"Gayathri." I responded blankly, while kicking off my shoes and stepping into our room. Tara's footsteps paused, and I heard her call out, "So you were eavesdropping?"

Lying was a fools choice. "Yes."

Tara sighed, "Shreyas."

I winced internally, she sounded so tired and resigned. What had Gayathri told her? The arguments we had? That I'd chosen cricket over her? I quietly sat down next to her. She tilted her head at me, eyeing me through the side of her eye. A small smile tugged at my lips when I noticed her nose scrunch as she inspected my attire. "Why do you wear the same stupid shirt every day?" She mumbled, resting her head on my shoulder. My heartbeat pounded against my ears and I prayed she couldn't hear it. Just the slight contact had me acting like a hormonal teenager.

Damn it, I cursed internally when she pulled her head up from my shoulders. I kept quiet regarding the shirt. It'd been a gift. A gift from Gayathri, I hadn't had the heart to throw it out. "What happened between you and Gayathri?" She hummed, her head back on my shoulder after she'd adjusted her hair. Why was she so touchy today, not that I minded of course. But it was peculiar. "Cricket." I responded as vague as I could. "Cricket came first."

"Mhm, what about a fake wife?" She glanced at me with a smile. Suddenly I froze up, Cricket or Her. She saw me debating internally and tapped me, "I'm kidding, relax."

I let out a sign similar to her previous one, before looking at her. Taking in the girl I once considered a friend, "You." I told her, "You first."

"Shreyas." She sat up, and scooted a few inches away. A sharp stinging feeling struck my chest, grabbing her arm I pulled her back to where she'd been sitting and pressed her head down onto my shoulder. Surprise flared in her eyes, I couldn't help but smile. "Your being weird." She huffed a little, her cheeks pink. I grinned wider, "I just like cuddles."

"Do you now?" She said absent mindedly and placed an arm around me. "Yep, I like them a lot." My voice dropped down to a whisper. She lifted her head up, and those darned cheeks flushed once more. Call me crazy, but I'd say she likes cuddles too.

We sat there for a while, hugging each other. "You know we have to get up, right?"

"Do we?" I mused, "I'm comfortable here."

"Rigghtt." She drawled and shifted once more.

She sat up once more, except she didn't move away. Her gaze remained glued at me, and mine to her. The inches separating us became centimeters. Then millimeters. To a point where I could practically feel her lips on mine. Both of us remained that way, she took the step and grazed her lips against mine. A feathery kiss. She pulled away instantly, much too soon for my liking.

I reached out, and tugged her back. Kissing her. My arms dropping to her waist and roping around. We pulled apart, breathing raggedly and staring at each other.

We were rudely interrupted by someone in the background, screaming at us. I growled and turned at who it was. Varun?

"Shreyas. Sheikh's dead."

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WOAH, IM ALIVE-

kind of. schools kicking my ass, besties.

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