🔞Caught at Love|| Ishman

Chapter Eight

After an hour of scolding from Rohit and Virat, and all the senior coaches, Ishan felt mentally exhausted. Shubman had practically dragged him out of the bed, making him abandon his cozy nest of blankets and thrown him into the bathtub, running a bout of hot water and properly cleaning him of the bodily fluids. He had felt a tinge in his heart when Shubman scooped out the cum from his hole, rubbing his swollen, loose hole softly, checking for bruises. Why did he suddenly become soft?

There was no bit of conversation regarding what had happened during their heat cycles. Ishan watched him in haze as his post heat clouded brain made him tired, and just the thought of going out of the room, meeting the members and having to justify themselves made Ishan want to die. He just wanted to stay in the room, sleep for whatever many hours, maybe....have Shubman beside him...

The pathetic thought brought him back to the present where Shubman had somehow managed to explained that they both had food poisoning since the night and the antibiotics made them oversleep. He particularly noticed Tilak, scrunching his eyebrows at him and Ishan had to double check if his scent blockers were working properly. The heat had made him cover up with Shubman's scent and it took him an ounce of restraint, to rub that off of him.

Even though Tilak was aware of his sub-gender but it would be a big problem if he found out about the agreement between him and Shubman. He would immediately make sure to start an ugly fight with Shubman which would ultimately, result in negative for Ishan. He didn't know what he was doing with his life at the point. He could sense faintly, what started as an agreement, had probably turned a little more from his side. He wanted to scream and cry.

"Chalo chodo yeh sab, we are going to have an important meeting right now regarding the upcoming match."

Rahul Dravid interrupted as Rohit was going to start another hour of lecture and the Captain nodded, shifting back beside Virat as Shubman sighed and sat down beside Ishan, very close to him. Ishan could visibly smell his scent and his senses dilated up a knotch. He wanted to shift more, merge himself with the Alpha until he scented him and smelled like him. He hated the thoughts.

"Ishan you are not going to be in our playing XI."

Ishan's, surprised face jerked back to the side along with Tilak and Shubman's. They were all pretty much sure that Ishan would replace Surya in the semi-finale, even Rohit had suggested after the last league match since Surya couldn't adopt to the ODI matches very well. But this sudden change of plans, was very shocking and Ishan felt robbed in every way.

"Rahul Sir, may I know why I have been excused out of the match? I know I haven't been able to practice for two days but we still have one day left and I promise to give my best to the game."

"No Ishan, it's not about practice. We have become adopted to a sudden kind of line up among the players and I think changing it right now, would be a bad decision."

"So, that means, the lineup isn't going to change for the Finale match as well?" Ishan felt his voice choking, as he tried his best not to break down in front of a bunch of adults and especially Shubman, who, was looking equally enraged somehow. Ishan felt bitter, why was Shubman fucking pretending? He should be the happiest! He stole his opening spot and made him into an accessory player, only suited for the bench in this World Cup. Ishan hadn't felt entirely bad about it throughout, but now, knowing he wouldn't be given a chance, he wanted to protest. Why this unfairness?

"Given we reach the finale, I would say no. I'm sorry Ishan, it's a decision made for the team and I'd hope as a player of the National Team, you'd think of the team before your personal accords."

Ishan smiled, literally smiled because it was funny. Surya had gotten chances, he hadn't. It was really funny how unlucky he was in life, how miserable he felt.

"Of course, Sir. I understand."

He jolted back to his seat, sliding down further, the cloud of disappointment evident on his face. Shubman tried to look him in the eyes but he wouldn't look. He didn't even spare him a glance, until Tilak came and sat down on the other side. He rubbed his back a little, whispering,

"I'm sorry, Ishu. You didn't deserve that."

"It's okay, Ti. I just hope this gets us the World Cup."

Shubman gazed them, he couldn't hear what they spoke of but his jaws clenched visibly, not being able to bear the sight of another fucking Alpha near his Ishan. Ishan had asked him to bite his scent gland. He remembered, the thought had not left his mind ever since but he didn't know what to do with this information. He had denied Ishan during the heat, but now he more than wishes he did. Tilak was a nuisance.

What the both of them did not remember was their alpha and omega submitting to each other's existence, their souls already forming the bond that their hearts had not done yet.

The meeting went on for another hour where the strategies and the fielding positions were discussed. Rohit had decided to dedicate the entire day tomorrow to practice in the morning. The evening would be given as a rest period so the players didn't feel extremely tired before the important match. After the meeting ended, Surya approached Ishan, eyes filled with guilt.

"Baccha, I'm sorry, I didn't know that-"

"Aree bhaiya, don't do this please! It's okay! Do your best, don't worry."

Ishan tried, he really tried to feel happy for everybody but it was only from the outside. From inside, he was dying of pain and gloom. Why did he have to suffer to much? Why did the gods hate him so much?

Before they could continue the conversation, Tilak held his wrist and pulled him away to the corner. Shubman's eyes followed them swiftly, he couldn't help but feel an ugly thing gnawing at his insides.

"Ishan, do you have a minute? Let's go to mine and Prasidh's room! I have so much to talk to you about!"

"No he does not! He has things, to discuss with me! Let him be!" Shubman's voice was higher than usual and the entire crowd in the room looked back at the trio. Tilak's eyes were slightly red now, his pent up anger visible and Ishan feared that his fate would turn worse.

"You are not his boss Shubman! He can do whatever the fuck he wants! Fuck off!"

"How dare you speak to me like that!"

Ishan almost jumped up against Shubman who practically lunged forward to attack Tilak, his veins popping out abnormally.

"What are you guys doing? Shubman stop!"

Virat howled from the back, his words echoed through as Shubman realised his surroundings. Ishan was clinging onto him, his smaller figure wrapped around him as he tried to stop the man from attacking Tilak.

"Take him back to the room, Ishan. He needs sleep, the frustration has gotten to him."

Rohit said dismissively as Shubman felt the burden of disappointment, resonating off Rohit's voice. It was his fault. He couldn't believe he had lost his calm, so easily, because of that stupid Tilak? No....it wasn't him....it was Ishan.

He needed to do something.

~To be continued