Scent of a Man (Ishman/Shubish/Ishdik/Shubman Gill x Ishan Kishan)

Scent of My Faults: Part 2

Chapter summary:

Misunderstandings? Mistakes?

Notes:

Hi! It's me again! So firstly I wanna say sorry to everyone for the delay in uploading the second part. I was a bit busy due to some personal reasons and had no time to write 😕. However, to make up for this long interval, here is a longgggg chapter for you guys!
I will upload the translated version later as I'm still not done with it.

That's it. I am not wasting anymore time, so please dig in! Happy reading 🫶✨️!

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Scent of a Man
Chapter 5: Scent of My Faults- Part 2

Shub could hear the murmur of voices around him, yet their words melted into an indistinct buzz in his head. He tried to raise his hand, but could feel it not moving even an inch. It felt like he had no control over his body, as if his whole body was paralysed.

Shub attempted to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt so heavy, it seemed like they were impossible to lift up. Still, he knew he had no other choice but to push through, so with a bit more concerted effort, finally he did it.

Shubman opened his eyes.

At first, everything was a blur—eager faces surrounding him, anxious voices, everything felt like a hazy movie. But slowly, the cloud in his mind began to lift, and familiar faces came into focus.

Virat was right next to him, with a very worried look on his face. By him was Rohit. Shreyas, Rishabh and Bumrah were standing by the bed. Everyone looked concerned. Three people were sitting on the couch, but Shub couldn't quite make out who they were yet. It was still a bit blurry.

"Aankhein khul gayi!", Rishabh shouted, being the first to notice Shub's slow return to consciousness.

Instantly, all eyes in the room turned towards him. Shub tried to offer a reassuring smile, but to his utter disappointment, his facial muscles barely moved.
"Koi please Dr.Patel ko bulao", Virat called out. Bumrah and Rishabh dashed off immediately.

"Kaisa feel kar raha hain Shub?", Virat now asked him, his tone warm and comforting.

This was the Virat Kohli everyone loved. True, he might scold you for your performance, sometimes you could find him very stern; but, no one, not a single person would be as worried as him if something were to happen to you. He was the most soft-heartened strict person you could ever come to know.

"Thoda better bhaiya", Shub tried to sit up.
"Nahi bilkul nahi, lete raho tum!", Rohit Sharma immediately urged him to stay put.

Shub lay down again.
"Kya huya tha?", he asked, looking at Shreyas.

The room quieted to a whisper, you could hear a pin drop in the sudden stillness.
Everyone's gaze shifted towards Shreyas.
He took his time sitting down at the far end of the bed with a calm that almost seemed forced, a slight awkwardness in his movements betraying his nerves. He took a moment, running a hand through his hair, and cleared his throat, looking around at all the eager faces before he started to speak."Tu cafè mein behosh hogaya tha; hum baatein kar rahe the aur suddenly maine dekha ki tu weirdly blink kar raha hain, aur phir, tu ne ajeeb tarah se apna sir hilaya jaise tujhe chakkar aa rahe ho, and then teri aankhein band ho gayi aur tera sar sidha table par jaa gir pada. I got so fucking scared! Shukar hai sab log turant madad ko aaye aur tujhe yahan kamre mein le aaye. Dr.Patel bhi aaye the kuchh der pehle aur bole ki zyada stress ki wajah se shayed tu black out ho gaya tha."

As Shreyas finished, immediate and varied reactions washed over everyone's face making it clear that no one heard the detailed version of the incident before this.
Virat and Rohit exchanged worried glances, their faces creased with concern. There was a silent communication between them, a shared understanding that they might need to address how the team handled stress, especially with high-stakes games on the horizon. Virat's brow furrowed deeper, signaling his intent to revisit this discussion later, perhaps to strategize preventative measures for player health.
Rishabh and Bumrah, standing a bit off to the side, looked visibly shaken, whispering to each other in hushed tones. "Kya sab ho raha hain! ," Rishabh muttered, his voice low but filled with worry. Bumrah nodded, his expression somber too, "Haan bhai! Dhyan se rehna padhega ab to!"