Wo, Mein Aur Meri Sautan

love language

P.s. this is kinda a part 4 of our secret.

IPL season for the year has wrapped up, but that doesn't mean you bid farewell off you go to your own ways. Practice camp for the MLC has just begun, and the players have all met again after a break of two months.

It was Ishan's second year appearing in the MLC for the Mumbai Indians New York. He was feeling a little under the weather after his spontaneous trip to Maldives with the gang. The plan was to return after his birthday, but duty calls for more than one member in the gang forced them to wind up early.

MI was the only team to schedule an early training, reasons not disclosed. He wonders why. Ishan was starting to doze off when his distinct ringtone set for that person alerted him.

"Hey! Babe. Reached home?" He yawns.

"Ishan about that, can you come to the gates?" The other person ask hesitant.

"Baby, I'm in Jamnagar. Did you forget your codes?"

"Ishu, this security is gonna throw me out. Jaldi aana?" He voices now, urgent.

"Shub, where are you? Don't tell me," Ishan runs to the door, opening it wide to run out to the entrance.

"Sir, there is someone, actually Shubman Gill at the gate and is saying he is your guest here?" The security officer says unsure.

"Please let him in." Ishan rushed along with the officer.

"Hi." Shubman was sporting an evident blush creeping up to his ears. He walks towards Ishan sheepishly.

Ishan led the way towards the side doors of the farmhouse, evading the eyes of the few teammates that have reached along with him.

"Wha-?"

"Before you lash out, Ishu ek hug toh dede?" Shubman drops his backpack the second they enter the room and shuts the door.

"I gave you a lot more than hug before we parted literally what? Five hours ago?" Ishan asks in disbelief and a little irritated. They have talked about this, and he dismissed it the second Shubman came up with the idea.

"Ishu sunn na, don't be angry. There is ample time before the actual practice starts. Your team is a bunch of lunatics who wanna hang out before it." Shubman stomped like a child.

"Shub, not valid enough for you to just barge in here." Ishan sat on the bed staring at his insane boyfriend, demanding a palpable reason for his actions.

Silence stretched as both the parties held eye contact without making a single noise. Shubman tapped out first and joined Ishan on the bed.

"Why are you worrying, my love? We're not a secret anymore, remember?" Shubman took Ishan's hand in his, caressing it.

Ishan huffed before turning to his boyfriend. "Shub, it not just that. Usually, bonding sessions are just for the team. Even the spouses and kids are not allowed. How can I hope for an exception? You're putting me in a tough spot here."

"I won't stay for long then." Shubman attempted a smile.

"Wait a second. How long were you planning to stay initially?" When Shubman didn't meet his eyes, he pressed. "Bata na."

"Actually, I've thought of staying here till you guys go back to Mumbai. I just have to go to Ahmadabad from here." Shubman proudly narrated his cleaver plan.

"Shubman!"

Oops, full name. He was definitely in trouble now. Shubman tried to put a safe distance between both of them because if the wide eyes and tightening hold of his hands were anything to go by, he had it coming this time.