Love on the Pitch

"Mujhe haqq hai"

"Baby" Ishan called when Shubman bolted inside the room like a storm. Next morning he had returned to the previous hotel, directly making his way towards Ishan's and his shared room.

"Shubi" Ishan again softly uttered, aforementioned not sparing him a single glance as he threw his backpack on the sofa before opening the cupboard and taking out his essentials.

"Kar kya raha hai tu?", Ishan confusingly queried moving closer to Shubman.

"I'm shifting into kuldeep bhai's room", Shubman plainly replied without even looking at him.

"Shubi........Shub............ Shubman!" The full name prompted Shubman to turn himself toward Ishan as shutting the cupboard's door he stared at him.

Shubman - "Tu mujhe mere pure naam se kyu bula raha hai? Achi tarah se paraya karna chahta hai kya mujhe?"

Ishan - "Han toh tu mujhe kuch jawab kyu nhi de raha tha, or kya matlab paraya karna chahta hun?"

"Tune mujhe jawab dene layak chorda hi kab hai" Shubman retorted as he went to sit on the bed.

The statement made Ishan chuckle a little, "Matlab? kya bolra hai, Shubi, mujhe kuch samajh nhi aaraha", he said walking closer to Shubman who grimly looked up at him.

Shubman - "Tune mujhe ek bhi text kyu nhi kiya?"

Ishan - (sighs) "Mai text kese karta Shubi-"

Shubman - "Kese karta kya matlab? Ungliyan tutgyi thi kya teri?"

Ishan - (clicks his tongue) "Are matlab, kal match tha, I was busy fir mai thakgya tha kaafi yaar, or fir subah tu aa hi gya wapas."

Shubman - "Oh, aur Mayank k saath ghumne k liye tu thaka hua nahi tha?"

Ishan - (furrows his brows) "Kehna kya chah raha hai tu?"

Shubman - "Mai yahi kehna chah raha hun ki dikha diya tune kon tere liye kitna important hai, mai toh definitely nahi hun."

Ishan - "Yaar tu yeh kesi baatein karne lagta hai ekdum se, stupids jesi ekdum."

Shubman - "Toh fir tu kyu gaya Mayank ke saath date pr. Wo toh match bhi nahi jeeta tha fir bhi tu chala gaya but tere pass mujhe text ya call karne ka zra bhi time nahi tha."

Ishan - "Shubi tu pagal hai kya thorda sa? Mayank mera bhot purana or acha dost hai. Date waali deal toh sirf fun tha humara. He doesn't have to win any bet to spend time with me. Tu bol bhi kese sakta hai yeh, sunkar hi kitna petty lagra hai. Akal bech khayi hai kya tune?"

The words caught Shubman off guard, hitting him right in the heart like a pang as he abruptly stood up, his anger melting away while the eyes held hurt. Ishan was right. How could he act so petty? He was bewildered by his own emotions. But Ishan was his best friend for god's sake and he could be a bit possessive about it.

Shubman - "Acha toh tujhe meri baatein ab petty lag rahi hain, Ishu" his voice wavered as he sniffled.

Seeing him breaking down, Ishan's heart skipped a beat, his eyes widening he cupped Shubman's face who slumped down on the bed. Ishan immediately shifted on his knees between Shubman's legs and fondly caressed his cheeks.

"Shubi, what's up? Agar kuch hua hai toh bata mujhe. Hey, look at me first", he craddled Shubman's face to make him look up.

Shubman - (sniffles) "Kya tujhpe koi haqq nahi hai mera? Ab mai tujhse koi shikayat bhi nahi kar sakta? Petty lagta hai tujhe yeh sab?"

His voice cracked and Ishan swiftly shook his head in denial, feeling like a worst human being ever.

Ishan - "Aww, baby, aisa kuch bhi nahi hai. Ofcourse tu shikayat kar sakta hai, haqq hai tujhe. Acha chal I'm sorry that I didn't text you, galti meri hi thi. I'm really really sorry, hmm?"