World Isn't Ready For Us

Chapter -1

alisha7732 loves to torture me. I am fully convinced now! That's why she wanted a new Ishman book as her birthday gift just after I took a break from writting 🙃.

The promt idea goes to the birthday girl.So Happy Birthday and welcome to Ishman fandom ❤️.

This story takes place in NCA camp where they will stay and practice cricket for U19 camp.

I don't know how the endings will be,but hope you guys will like it. Let me know your feedback.

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If anyone asks,What Ishan has learned in NCA camp of U19,he would say detention. That person would probably assume Ishan was just joking, because, well,Ishan does this only for maximum time.But the thing is, it's also not far from the truth.

Anyone from NCA camp knows this—hell, the briefest glance at his performance card will tell you that—Ishan thinks the only reason coach isn't throwing him out for his naughtiness is his performance on ground. He plays really well, and that's his saving grace.

"Namaste Ramu Kaka," Ishan says, slipping into his usual spot in the back. "How's the gardening going?"

Ramu Kaka, the camp's gardener, doesn’t look up. Fair enough. Ishan, often benched as punishment for pranks, usually spends his time annoying Ramu Kaka to stave off boredom.

Ishan yawns and rests his head on the desk, pulling his cap over his eyes. He’s mastered sleeping anywhere over the past few years. If you play your cards right, detention is just a somewhat uncomfortable nap.

But apparently, fate has other plans. Or, more likely, fate doesn’t care.

"Hey," says someone. A guy’s voice, not familiar. "Hey,” it repeats. 

It takes another few seconds to realize that the voice is addressing him, that the reason it sounds so loud is because the person is standing right next to Ishan .

It takes a few seconds for Ishan to realize the voice is addressing him. He sits up, peeling his cap back and cracking one eye open against the fluorescent light.

Almost from his peripheral vision, he registers a tall boy thin boy, black eyes and dimples on both side that are just—wow.Ishan swallows and glances down at his hands, the motion almost involuntary, like looking away from the sun. There’s a smudge of green on his thumb.The reason of his detention, he mixed green color at the Camp's water tank.

"…hey," Ishan mumbles. "Do you need something?" 

"How does this work?" says the new boy.

"It's a table" says Ishan slowly. "You can keep things here from keeping on the ground."

"No, this. Detention."

This time Ishan turns to face him. New boy seems to be a junior or a senior. Normally, when people are first-timers at this point, they're nervous about being in trouble. New boy doesn't seem worried at all, just focused. Extremely focused.

"Uh, we sit here quietly for an hour."

"Then what?" says new boy. The focus is not diminishing. It’s like he is not afraid of the detention.Ishan felt that

sense of something interesting about to happen.

"Um. When the hour is up, we go to practice again"