Love is in the Air ~ Shubman Gill

CHAPTER 2 & INSTAGRAM 🕊

SHUBMAN'S POV
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o extend the conversation to 1000 words, I'll add more dialogue and detail to the scene, keeping the humor and light-hearted banter consistent. Here's the expanded version:

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**Shubman's POV**

Standing in front of my room's window, I watched the mind-blowing sunset with Big Ben in the background. The peaceful view was a much-needed escape after a tiring day full of practicals. As I lost myself in the scene, I heard the familiar voice of my idiot best friend.

"Hey Shub," said Ishaan, breaking my trance.

"Hii my Ishu," I replied, knowing it would annoy him since he hates being called Ishu.

"Fuck you, boi," he shot back, throwing a pillow at me, which I easily dodged with a smirk.

"Tu idar kyu aaya hai, saale?" I inquired. ("Why are you here?")

"Arey, Virat bhai gave me some good news after the match, so I came to inform you," Ishaan said.

"Kya fir se? Voh bhi itne jaldi? Like Akaay toh February mein hua tha na?" I said, shocked. ("What, again? So soon? Akaay was just born in February, right?")

"Abhey saale, voh nahi re," he said, laughing. ("No, not that.")

"So what is it?" I asked, now curious.

"Actually, Virat Bhai's sister gave him tickets for tomorrow's football match, the one we wanted, and he's giving them to us," he explained.

"Omg, that's so nice of her!" I said, feeling genuinely happy.

"Yeah, and there are three tickets, so we still have one left. I asked the other guys, but none of them are free since they've all planned their weekend before the match," he pouted.

"Oh, so what do we—" I started, but he cut me off.

"Arey, don't worry! I've invited Natasha since she's in London to attend Fashion Week," he said nonchalantly.

"WHATTTT? WHYYYY?" I screamed, horrified.

He burst out laughing at my reaction. Natasha was the last person I wanted to hang out with—she was always so clingy, constantly finding excuses to touch me or "accidentally" fall into me. It was exhausting.

"Hehehe, she called me asking if she could meet you, so I told her to join us tomorrow," he said, rolling around on my bed.

"Uhhhhh, I hate you," I said, frustrated.

"Oh my boy, I love you too, my baby," he teased, making a finger heart. I kicked his ass and shoved him out of my room.

As he stumbled out, Ishaan turned back, grinning. "By the way, Natasha said she's bringing her new pet Chihuahua. You know, the one with the matching outfits?"

I groaned. "Great. Now, not only will I have to dodge Natasha, but I'll also have to avoid becoming a chew toy for a fashion-forward dog."

"You’ll be fine! Just think of it as training for dodging bouncers in the next match," Ishaan laughed as he ran down the hallway, dodging another pillow I threw at him.

Finally alone, I flopped onto my bed and scrolled through Instagram. It had been a while since I last posted, so I thought I might as well update something—maybe a cryptic post about the "challenges of life," or better yet, a selfie with a sunset that screams, "Please rescue me from tomorrow's madness."

Before I could finalize a post, my phone buzzed with a message. Of course, it was from Ishaan.

Ishaan:“Can I borrow your blue jacket for tomorrow?”