Captured Moments | Ishman Oneshots

Tuition Class

Tropes: Tuition class wala pyaar, teenage love, friends to lovers, only fluff & humour, friendships, non-cricket au.

English tuition, 7:30 PM to 9:00 PM, Mondays and Wednesdays. This is the instruction Shubman got when his father enrolled him the batch tuition thirty minutes away from his home. Firstly, Shubman was shocked cause why even he needed English classes; he is good enough in English. And secondly, batch tuition? Really?

Now Shubman not only has to go out and study English, he also has to go out of his room and home to be in bunch of other students and do literature classes.

What even is his life?

He did have some cross wordings with his father, along the line of "Why do I need English classes out of all? If it were Physics I would have understood. But-"

"Because Ravi Sir is good And you need proper tuition for your boards preparation under a professional teacher. School teachers only teach what's going to come in school exams."

"Okay then. Why not at home? You could have given me a private tuition."

"But Ravi Sir doesn't do private tuition. And he's the best in the market."

And this is how Shubman finds himself in a room, cream-coloured walls, with a large carpet spread on the floor for the students to sit. And a plastic chair kept in the front. It is weird for Shubman to see all the students, shouting and throwing stuff and acting all rowdy and sit with their legs spread wide, some doing last minute homework before the teacher comes.

Looking warily around, Shubman quietly takes a spot, sitting down just beside the door. And then all eyes are on him.

"Hi!" He squeaks out in a general direction, instantly turning embarrassed.

One boy, sitting right in front of him gives a very big smile, somewhat comforting Shubman. "Hi. New today?"

Shubman nods.

"Great. I'm Virat."

"Shubman." He smiles a little.

Some other pair of eyes around him speaks up too.

"Hardik here, u can call me Harry." He immediately dunks the boy beside him, "and this is Kannur Lokesh. But we call him Rahuliya." The boy trapped in his arms gives an exasperated sigh and gives a look to Shubman as if to say, "Don't even ask."

"And that's Jaddu, Miyan Bhai, Kullu, Boom Boom, Shreya.."

"Arrey Shana kidhar hain?"

"Arrey waha gaya hain."

"Arrey tera bhi uske jaisa woh huya kya re Cheeku?"

Shubman flicks a little bit of smile.

And then Virat asks, "What's your name?"

"Shubman Gill."

And within minutes all the boys come to a unanimous decision, "Gillu. Gillu is a good name."

And somewhere Shubman feels he belonged, somewhere out of his home.

And as if could not go any better.

Suddenly a boy, half his size maybe, bursts into the room with aloud shout, "hey boys!" and promptly plops on Hardik's lap and instantly starts talking. "You know Harry bhai, what did I see today when I cycling."