Night Changes

CHAPTER 7

"What was that?"

Shreyas' face had an expression of rage and he looked even angrier than he used to be when a fielder missed the catch.

"What do you mean?"

"What were you doing with that new guy Bumrah huh? Seriously, Aly? You held his hand? And what were you talking and laughing about all the time? You never d.."

I cut him off by raising my palm.

"Stop right there, mister. Point one, he has a phobia of take offs so I was just helping him. He was sitting with me so obviously we talked and laughed which is not something to worry about.
Point two, and also point important, Mr Shreyas Iyer, you might be my boyfriend but you can not control my life. Don't act like I committed a sin by enjoying someone's company. And don't consider me one of those girls who would apologise to you for talking to another man. I don't owe you an explanation,"

I said all of that in one breathe and saw his face fell. Not that I regret it. He can't tell me what to do and what to not do. Nobody can.

"I didn't mean that, Aly. I was just trying to keep you safe since people really can't be trusted these days..."

"I know. Thanks for caring Shreyas. But I took care of myself even before I had something with you. So please don't act possesive in the name of being concerned," I snapped and walked away.

I laid on the floor of my hotel room all the afternoon because of jet lag. I couldn't handle flights and being a cricketer really didn't help considering the amount of time I needed to spend flying. I felt so unwell I didn't even answer Ritz's call which I rarely do, and I switched that stupic device off so Shreyas' constant calls went to voice mail.

In the evening, I felt a bit better so I called back Ritz. As always I narrated everything to her and even talked to Sam baby in some weird kind of gibberish.

Later I opened voice mail:

"Aly call me back, please,"
"Why did you turn you're phone off?"
"You're scaring me Aly please call me,"
"I so wanna talk to you c'mon now,"
"Please call back I want to apologise",

All from Shreyas. I could sense that he wanted to SCREAM in the voice mall but after having our today's argument, he forced himself to keep his voice low.

Someone's scared,huh?

I returned his call.

"Aly for God's sake where the hell are you?"

"In my hotel room,"

"Then why weren't you answering my damn calls?! I was so worried!"

"Sorry but it was the jet lag. I always get too much sick after flying. Why did you call?"

A pause.

"Actually,I'm sorry for this morning. It wasn't wise on my part to talk to you like that. You're right, you aren't my personal possession and I can't control you. I was just..jealous..you know? I never saw you so genuinely happy with me as you were with him. But that was stupid. And I apologise for offending you,"

I thought for a while. Was I the wrong one here? He was just jealous..that's good- it's a prove he likes me enough to not tolerate me with another man. People are jealous all the time. I guess I overreacted, freaking out at the thought that he could be treating me as a posession or something.

"It's okay. It's enough that you realised your mistakes. I'm sorry for snapping at you as well,"

We continued our usual conversation afterwards and everything came back to normal. But then, a mischievous grin spread across my face as a plan crossed my mind: if jealousy isn't that bad, there's no harm in a little teasing!

I took my phone and called our team captain Virat Kohli,
"Hello bro, I need a favour from you. Can I get Jasprit Bumrah's number please?"

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