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The Three Musketeers (Hardik-Rahul-Mayank)

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Again!, thought Harry frustratingly, throwing his phone on his bed harshly. He was so frustrated with all the posts he saw there. 

Brothers in arms!

RaYank!!

MayHul!

Humphh! Stupid people! Everyone has gone mad, thought Harry, angrily. Everyone was busy hyping up Rahul and Mayank's bond! 

He has been seeing this from last year's IPL. Rahul and Mayank were sticking to each other quite more than usual. And their fans were busy hyping them up!!

"Did they forget the awesome Hardik-Rahul duo?!", exclaimed Harry quite loudly. Natasa chose that exact moment to enter the room with a bouncing Agastya in her hands. She eyed Harry warily, who was muttering something angrily. 

What's wrong with this guy now?!, wondered Natasa. She put her son down and busied him with some toys before going to Harry. She kept her hand on his shoulder and said, "Are you fine?! Did you hit your head somewhere?!"

"No I didn't! I will not spare that Rahuliya! I'll lock him up in a dark room and play bhootiya noises. I'll break his own bat on his stupid head. I'll..", Harry continued to blabber when Nats cut off his bloodthirsty rant.

"Wait a second! Did you guys fight or something?!", asked Nats apprehensively. God! I can't keep up with two toddlers!!

"No!", replied Harry. 

"Then what happened to you?!", asked Nats in an exasperated tone. Harry picked up phone, unlocked it and shoved it in front of his wife's face. 

"See!! All Rahul and Mayank! RaYank! MayHul!! Stupid!! Stupid people", said Harry, showing Natasa all the posts he had seen. 

Natasa facepalmed herself. "Harry, you are mad!", she said before, moving away. 

"But..", began Harry, but Natasa ignored him royally and went off to do some work.

"No one understands my crisis!", lamented Harry, watching his wife grabbing her laptop, completely ignoring him.

Even Agastya didn't give him a glance and continued to play in his own little world of his stuffed buddies. What a life! Harry thought grudgingly.

He took his phone and went to the balcony. He thought of calling Rahul, but then decided against it. Why would he call that idiot?! He should call him! And it has been three whole days they have not talked!

Did Rahuliya forget me?!

Waise bhi, he spends his whole time with Mayank, why would he remember me?!

It's better I don't talk to him! Maybe he likes Mayank more than me! 

So, therefore, Harry's oh-so-brilliant brain (A/n: note the sarcasm, thank you) decided to overthink on this, and Harry resolved to stay away from Rahul. I shouldn't come between them, thought Hardik.

He had no idea that the person he was planning to stay away from will break his head if he gets to know about this.

Harry came out of the balcony and sat on the arm chair in the room. He logged in to Netflix to binge something that will take his mind off. Because there was no use talking to Nats about this. She will say her same old dialogue, "Grow up Harry!"

Just then, his phone pinged with a notification. Harry peeped into the phone to see Ro's message of everyone gathering in the team.

The IPL match vs Punjab was scheduled the next day. Rohit called the team for a meeting for the same. Harry lousily got up from his comfortable position and trudged towards the team room.