Corrupting The Sweetheart | Shubman X Shaheen

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Shaheen was engaged. His marriage to Ansha was to be set around January, next year, and here he was, letting himself be kissed by someone else.

No, he didn't let Shubman kiss him. The Indian took advantage of him. He repeated it again and again in his mind.

The fact that Shaheen's first kiss wasn't with Ansha was reason enough for his gut to twist. But knowing it was with a man - Shubman Gill - made Shaheen want to jump straight out of a window.

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For the next few weeks, the young bowler gave his in-laws a wide berth. Too ashamed to look them in the eyes.

Shahid called twice, inviting him over to his house for dinner, but Shaheen refused politely.  He wasn't sure if he could put up with Ansha looking at him like he hung the stars in the sky. He needed at least 3 months, a lot of nicotine, and 2 brain surgeries to get the scene with the Indian idiot out of his mind.

And he didn't mean it in a good way.
Shaheen had literal nightmares, where he would wake up in the middle of the night and look up the Internet just to be sure that there wasn't any photo from their interaction. You could never be sure - with all their fans and the media.

But that wasn't the only potential problem occupying his mind, Shaheen wouldn't be surprised if the other had some contagious diseases, considering his love life. And although, Shaheen was unsure whether such diseases could be transmitted from a kiss, he was definitely going to let himself be tested.

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The next time he encountered the Indian asshole was three weeks before the start of the World Cup in India. Before the official beginning of the tournament, they had four friendlies. The first one was against Nepal, and they lost it. They fucking lost it. If they couldn't even manage to win against a team like Nepal - no offense, meant - how could they hope for a victory against India?

And not beating India was out of question. Their fans back at home had high expectations at them. However it wasn’t the only reason: Shaheen's pride was also at stake. They have to win the match against India -  at any price.

All of his teammates have long gone. Some back to the hotel, while others were out enjoying Mumbai with a few of the Indian players, who according to reports came ' to welcome the Pakistani team in their country.'

Shaheen was a lot but certainly not an idiot. He knew most of them were forced to come while others had their own motives.

It was a miracle that Shaheen hadn't crossed paths with that muttonhead. But you would definitely not hear him complain.

Shaheen was still in the stadium. Well, he was waiting in the parking lot behind the stadium for Naseem to pick him up. His friend wrote him half an hour ago that he would be there in 5 minutes.

Apparently, he and Naseem had completely other definitions of '5 minutes' as those said 5 minutes had turned into 26 minutes and 35 seconds.

Shaheen leaned with his back against the wall, a knee propped up and looked at some photos his older brother, Yasir, sent him.

The Pakistani was so lost in his thoughts that when someone touched his shoulder, he was ready for a fight, considering what happened to him last time around Indian players. But turning around, Shaheen was met with none other than Virat Kohli.

Virat belonged to the players, by whom you knew immediately that they would rather be everywhere in the world than here, but unless his teammates he had other reasons.

That was somewhere out in Mumbai currently.

"What are you doing here?" Virat frowned.

"Umm..Bhai, I was waiting for Naseem....he wanted to pick me up, but he's running late." Shaheen stuttered.