Corrupting The Sweetheart | Shubman X Shaheen

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Life was playing games on him.

There couldn't be any other explanation for what had happened to Shaheen in the last  24 hours.

A loss against Nepal, Naseem abandoning him in a parking lot, Virat Kohli turning up to said parking lot and disappearing after ordering him to take a ride from him, the interaction with Gill, 3 miss calls from his mother and now this.

It turned out that the Indian idiot wasn't lying - for once -  when he said earlier something about being in the same hotel.

He was in the room next to him, and Shaheen might sound paranoid, but this couldn't be a coincidence.

The possibility of Shaheen being the son of Imran Khan was higher than that this was merely a happenstance.

Shaheen had two options now: he could ignore his oh so lovely neighbour or ask the receptionist to change the room. The issue was that if he got himself a new room now, Babar would be the first one to find it out in the morning and then he had to come up with some lies, and he was a really bad liar.

Just a few days - he could deal with that.

The big problem now were the calls from his mother.

Shaheen hadn't even had the chance to greet his mom when her voice came through, "You are in big trouble, my boy."

Yep, he was.

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Forget everything Shaheen had said about ignoring the muttonhead.

8 days. 8 fucking days. That's the amount of time Shaheen had spent in this room with making as less as possible contact with his neighbour.

But how the hell did you ignore banging at the wall, your bed was lying against, or moaning  in the middle of the damn night?

The first few times it happened, Shaheen wanted to go in there and throttle Gill, but he let the other be, as Shaheen was a nice person. Mind you.

Shaheen had no doubt about what the other was doing in the room next to him and he wanted to save himself from the mental image. Thank you very much.

He rolled over in the bed, pulling the pillow tightly over his ears. The few seconds of silence felt like bliss.

Which didn't last long, though. A loud moan startled him out of his sleep, nearly making him fall to the ground

Enough.

Shaheen was angry and frustrated and hadn't gotten more than 10 a few hours sleep in the last 48 hours. This might explain his next move. He strolled over to his door, ripped it open and knocked on the fucking door, labelled as 8 with more force than he intended to.

"How can I help you?" The idiot asked calmly, like he wasn't the reason for the dark circles under Shaheen's eyes.

Shaheen made the mistake to look at him. Like really look at him and yeah, it was enough to say that Gill could be sued for such attire - if you could consider tiny boxers that barely reached your mid-thighs an attire  - in Pakistan.

"Take a photo, it lasts longer."

This was enough for Shaheen to remember why he came here.

Shaheen licked his suddenly dry lips.

Why were they so dry?

Clearing his throat, he began. "Unless you, some of us have responsibilities they need to fulfill and for that you need to sleep but it's damn impossible to do so if your neighbour forgets that t-"

"If this is going to take any longer, maybe I should invite you to sit and I'll order something to drink. My mom taught me manners, after all."

Manners, my foot.

"But what a shame her son never uses them," Shaheen meant to taunt him but as soon as the words left him, he felt horrible for bringing up Gill's mother. She couldn't do anything for the fact that her son was an idiot.

"Whatever Sweetheart, my door is always open for you."

Ironic, considering that Gill slammed the door shut on him not a few seconds later, leaving Shaheen baffled in the dark hallway, just for him to continue with his activities - if the noises were anything to go by.

If Shaheen banged his head hard enough against the wall, he might get a concussion and then Misbah will perhaps send him back.

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There might have been a single eating room in the entire hotel, but there was no specific time for the meals. So Shaheen didn't understand why Gill had to enter the room the moment they were having their breakfast.

"Shubi, come here." Babar called out as he saw Gill.

Shaheen cringed at the nickname. Shubi - seriously? If Babar saw Shaheen glaring at him in full force, he didn't let it show.

Shadab patted the place next to him, right opposite of Shaheen and gave his countryman a shit eating grin.

Traitor.

But it didn't surprise Shaheen anymore. Apparently his team was full of them.

If they liked Gill so much, they could have him. He had heard that the english team needed some good bowlers, he will just join them.

Shadab tried to involve Shaheen as much as possible in their conversation, but Shaheen just nodded his head when necessary and kept to himself.

How did they expect from him to talk when there was a literal snake sitting at their table?

You know how Shaheen once said, he didn't want to offend an animal by comparing it with Gill? Well, he had changed his mind. This man was either an anaconda or a lizard. Both were poisonous and had a big tongue.

"I've quite a nice neighbour. You have to meet him." Shubman said out of the blue, pretending to talk to Babar and Shadab, but Shaheen could feel his eyes on him.

"Really? Well, mine is the best. He's very considerate of others," Shaheen immediately bit on his tongue. The other wanted to have a reaction from him, and as the idiot he was, he gave it to him.

"Then you haven't met mines. He claims all the time to hate me, but then he will try to find every excuse known to mankind to see me. Like he knocked at my door yesterday, apparently to tell me something, but just ended up eye-fucking me. Like, I can’t blame him for that, I've been told I was looking really handsome. You should have seen it."

Heat flooded in his cheeks. Shaheen shook his head, banning the images out of his mind.

"Did you ever think about the fact that he didn't need to knock at your door if you weren't so..so-"

"So nice, handsome, charming, " Shubman tried to help him.

Shadab and Babar shook their heads at them, already leaving the room. Shaheen and Shubman were like Tom and Jerry.

What surprised Babar the most was the way Shaheen spoke with Shubman. Normally, he was nice and all, but Babar had the feeling it just took Shubman's face to snap for Shaheen. If he was also a good captain off the pitch, he would have sat them both together to talk. But a bit animosity could never hurt.

"So full of yourself," he finally exclaimed.

Shubman didn't have a moment to respond before the other stormed after his teammates. At least he didn't say fuck off, so they were making progress. And there was still a week before the start of the World Cup.

The Indian leaned back, pulling out his phone to tell Ishan about his headway. His friend would definitely not be happy about that.

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Sorry for the delay.

(I've not proofread it, but I'll do it later.)

♡Hayat