🔞Caught at Love|| Ishman

Chapter Eleven

"That's another fabulous shot played by Shubman Gill! He reaches a stunning 70 runs!"

Shubman panted as he reached the other end, his knees hurting him because of the last ball that hit his thigh just above the pad. Unknowingly he looked about the side of the dressing room, hoping for Ishan coming to his aid but of course, he didn't.... because he wasn't even there. Ishan hadn't returned, nobody could reach him and his phone was dead. Tilak was called but he didn't know about Ishan's whereabouts either, at least that's what he said.

He called for help, a striking pain in his knee as the medic checked and the commentator announced him retired hurt. The supporting staff and a coach helped him, walk back to the dressing room where he was seated on the sofa inside. Rohit came back to check on him.

"Thik hai? Laga hai na tereko?"

"Haan woh ball lag gayi thigh mein, Rohit Bhaiya. Thik hi hun, I'll go back in a while I promise."

"Areh it's okay, Shreyas is going hard, you can rest for a while. Very well played baccha."

Shubman smiled back at his senior as the Captain patted his shoulder once and went back to watching the match from the balcony. Everybody was praying for India to win the match beating the Kiwis finally in a knockout match. They had to win the World Cup after having such an unbeatable streak throughout.

Shubman got hold of his phone from the backpack and dialed Ishan's number once more, but in vain. It was still switched off and the hundred messages that he had sent were still undelivered. He felt like crying, for the first time in a while and he didn't even know why. He should have been happy for playing an important knock for the team but all his mind was screaming was "ishan ishan ishan, omega, find him"-

His thoughts were cut off by someone tugging at his sleeves. He looked back only to scrunch his nose at the sudden intrusion of a very repulsive smell. Sara. That citrus smell of the omega whenever she was around gave him a headache, neither her nor her smell made him want to stick around. But he'd have to tolerate her, as always. The entire country thought they were dating but only he knew that it's just a fluke. All of this to get Sara a good media hype before she started acting in Bollywood, a cobweb of PR arranged by her managers and Shubman's own uncle.

"Hi, that was a nice performance today."

Sara was smiling at him and he tried to fake his smile back at her while trying to shove her hands away from him as respectfully as he could. But apparently it looked like he was trying to hold her hand and Siraj hooted from the back.

"Y-yeah, thanks man." Okay, that was not probably not the correct way to address her, or whatever but he didn't care.

Sara seemed to realise that he was not in the mood to talk and walked away, hesitantly and Shubman thanked all the gods for that. He rubbed his knee once before lying down on the sofa, feeling a tear drop or two slide down his cheeks as he remembered all the ways he had hurt Ishan. Blackmailing him into a sex agreement, treating him like dirt, calling him harsh names--- as the list went on, he felt like strangling himself.

Was it fair to treat every omega the same way? He could clearly see the misjudgement that he had done so far in his life. Ishan was not vile, he was not a slut, and he was nothing Shubman thought he was the first time he found out his secret. Ishan was everything warm and nice and comforting and-

Shubman was choking on his feelings, and he felt sobs wrecking through him. He sat up, trying to pry away the disgust eating him up from within but all he could manage was more crying. He missed Ishan, his Ishan, his omega, all his! He had never even imagined himself calling an omega his but this was something he had never felt either.....
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