Windowsill [Ishman]

Prince charming

/TW: ASSAULT/
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The college's basketball hall is filled with cheers and claps as today is the monthly basketball match between the school two teams, one led by girl's favourite Shubman Gill and other by some bloke Ishan can't give any fucks about, he is hot but not Shubman kind of hot for Ishan,
And that is why Ishan is sitting at one of the benches along with Rishabh at nine in the morning getting his all five senses dysfunctioned by the intensity of nuisance in his surroundings just to see Shubman's stupidly hot face, hell Ishan doesn't even know anything about basketball, yet he is here.

The things you do for love

But the only thing he won't tolerate even for Shubman is this stupid girl shrieking in his ears like a dying bird, throwing hands here and there, screaming out Shubman's name, he cringes at her shrill voice trying to block his ears with his fingers to save him from this torment,

And then he remembers that this is the same girl Shubman was sitting with in the cafeteria, caressing her thigh, and anger surges up within him with this mere thought, and then he gets a brilliant idea to get his revenge and also save his ears from her, he looks at the cup of coke in his hands which was on verge of spilling out, filled till the edges and smirks at his devilish idea,

He sees a guy passing by his seat and he immediately stands up and pretends to bump into him and spills his entire drink on the girl, making her drenched in coke from the bottom to the top,

She gasps as she stands up quickly and Ishan gasps with her too, catching everyone's attention,

"Oh my God, your clothes, oh no!" Ishan says trying so hard to sound sincere and obviously succeeding at it too,

He was in the school's drama team once what can you say,

"Damn don't you have eyes idiot!" Ishan yells at the guy who is too stunned to speak anything and is standing there dumbfounded,

"What have you done! It was worth thousands" the girl cries out and Ishan hands out her a tissue from his bagpack,

"I know right, it will be okay dear" Ishan adds, nodding his head sympathetically

"Er- I'm sorry? I don't know- well- yeah I am sorry" the guy finally manages too speak

"Oh no hold on, was it a Louis Vuitton limited edition hand bag? No way it is all ruined now damn" Ishan gasps, adding fuel to the fire,

"Fuck you!" She screams, and Ishan yells "Yeah dude fuck you" with her and she runs out of the hall sobbing, everyone's eyes follows her but as soon as she leave everyone get engaged in their personal conversations,

And Ishan is very pleased with his work right now and he is having a hard time concealing his laughter,

"I saw what you did" Rishabh leans in Ishan's side and says quietly

"Good, you were supposed to" Ishan says putting on his sunglasses with a smirk, and starts clapping along with everyone when both the teams join the hall,

"Ishan you crazy bitch" Rishabh laughs and pats his shoulder, and joins in the hootings,

The match begins and everyone starts screaming, cheering and yelling for their teams except for Ishan who is busy drooling over Shubman, he is looking at the way Shubman's muscles flex when he dribbles the ball up and down and the way his t-shirt rides up a little to tease Ishan with a spectacular view of his adonis belt, and the layer of sweat that is coating his body making it shine like a halo on some deity, and Ishan wants to lick it off him, the way his short hair sticks to his forehead, his aura that is screaming power, rage and Ishan can swear if someone tried hard enough they could see the hot steam rising by evaporation of sweat through his body in the air, and the way his eyes are focused only and only on ball,