when 77 met 32 [ishman ff] [shubish]

2025

In the next few days I understood one thing. Shubman definitely liked Ishan. Now the questions were how much he liked him, if he knew he liked him, since when did he have had these feelings and if Ishan knew about this.

I wanted to know his story. Subman's. I wanted to know when and how he started having those feelings. I wanted to know how he discovered them. But then I wasn't quite sure if he was even aware of them.

Well I came here to manage a sports team but I think now I would need to manage a lovesick puppy also. And I am not a loser to give up. Never. So, I started to search the answers for these questions.

After a few days of that serious discussion, I started to observe shubman quite a lot, so much that now the world thinks that I have feelings for him. I keep myself updated of the internet fire.

"you like shubman?" abhishek decided to ask on one fine evening. "I like ishan." Well that was very true I loved Ishan, not romantically of course but I loved him enough to want him back on the team, to want to work with him and to do him justice.

But for me to be able to do that I needed to know Ishan and I needed to know what happened and what can be done about it. I will try my absolute best to do this and to help Ishan, I mean I really wanna work with him. And my key to Ishan is shubman.

It all started with me just wanting to know what changed in shubman but now I am a part of this even if I am not actually. And I find myself so involved in this that sometimes this is the only thing I can think of. Not good.

And abhishek looked at me funny. "why." I understood that very well. He wanted to know the reason I am so involved in the Ishan story, because obviously I am an outsider. "just because." Well I did not know the reason myself so yeah.

"you can start with befriending shubman you know, maybe he would open up to you if he could separate your persona with the management." That was actually really logical but then how in the world can I get shubman to befriend me.

"can you help?" "why are you doing this?" "I would never hurt your friend, I just can't see things going so stupid. I wanna work with Ishan." There I said it. Okay wasn't that bad, not like I wanted to marry someone's wife, right?

"okay...........but you would need to listen." "I mean abhishek you are the only person that talks whenever there is a conversation between us, so yeah listening. That is one thing I do very well."

And then abhishek and me became a team. He was still sceptical but still helpful. He I don't know how got me closer to shubman and also the team. In those six months that he was with us my relationship with the entire team improved quite a lot and I am very thankful to abhishek for that.

But I also think that the 'shubman has feeling's for ishan' part also helped in building my relationship with the team because well we are all in on that.

Yesterday we were just chilling and shubman kept looking at the sky and looked very distracted, preoccupied with something. So, I decided to take my chance and ask him about it when everybody else was focused on watching a very drunk jadeja prank call his wife.

"you seem distracted shubman, thinking about something?" he turned to me when he heard his name. "well yeah, you see that star pattern above?" he asked me pointing at the sky. "yeah I do." "that is called lyra. You know Ishan?" finally finally oh my goddddd.

(Okay calm down Suhani answer the damn question.)

"Never met him but yeah I heard a lot about him. I am his fan actually, used to watch him play." And shubman looked at me smiling at that. I think after all this time all he needed was this push. "yeah, he loved that constellation, used to say that his grandparents are a part of it. We have spent hours one summer watching those."

"oh. Is he interested in constellations?" I tried to push the topic. "Not really. Just this one." "he is your best friend, right? Do you miss him? You'll talk regularly?" "you seem very interested in our friendship for some reason." And he was looking at me with those scanning gaze again.

"okay, yeah we were best friends but now he seems really distant. I don't want to lose him but I don't really know how to not lose him." "how did you meet?" "well........."

That is how I ended up knowing a bit of their story. And from what I have managed to gather, Ishan is a very loving and outgoing person so what the fuck happened that he gave up completely.

I need to do something. But even with Ishan wanting to fight this is quite tough. I have no idea about what the issue is but there is one thing I completely understand. They are not even trying to get Ishan to play. Everything is normal for them and after some years when the players change slowly, Ishan will be forgotten completely.

There would be very less people who would know him and even less people who would talk about him. It would all be 'was' and 'were'. And I hated this idea. I don't want him to be added in that unending list of 'could have done so well if not for politics' List.

"what are you thinking?" virat asked handing me a cup of coffee. "nothing." "but there is definitely something on your mind." "I wanna do something but I really don't know how." "can I know what this something is?" he asked.

Nope. I can't tell anyone just now. And I think he read it on my face. "its okay if you don't want to tell. But I would suggest you listen to your heart and not rush things. Let things unfold, you cannot do anything without understanding the bigger picture."

Okay this man can really make sense without even knowing anything. I really need to work on my facial expressions though, can't let people read through me this easily. Hmmmmm 'bigger picture'.

"you'll spoke with Ishan?" I asked. We were going for the practice matches in a friendly tournament in England. Where the test match of England vs Zimbabwe was going on. And Ishan had spoken with them over a voice call 2 weeks ago wishing them all luck.

"nope. We didn't after that day." And there goes my high hopes and happy delulus. Is that the sound of my heart breaking or is it the glass. "what the fuck shubman. Stop running with your eyes closed. How the fuck did you manage to knock over the jug that far."

We could all hear a frustrated yashaswi coming into the hall were shubman just came running a few seconds ago. "its Ishan." Shubman declared. He had his phone in his hands that seemed to be buzzing. And the expressions of yashaswi visibly softened.

"he is calling you?" an excited hardik asked after literally snatching his phone away from him with such a force that he almost fell tripping over the sofa leg. "answer the call and please behave human. And hardik please give shubman his phone back." Who else can it be if not rohit. That man was fed up.

"hello." It was a video call. Impossible. "hi" shubman said. And there is no way Ishan did not notice that evident stutter. He is definitely looking at his face after ages if we go by that voice stutter.

"hellooooo. How are you?" abhishek asked. His voice was filled with emotions but he was also stunned when shubman just decided to shove the phone in his hands. "I am fine. And congratulations abhi for making it on the team."

It was not sarcastic at all. Ishan was genuinely happy for abhishek. That is some sportsmanship right there. I love this sight. They all wore the same adorning smiles on their faces.

The phone was passed amongst the members and this is the first time I am seeing them behaving like the grown adults they are. I think this is a bit too big of a moment to get it ruined.

There was genuine happiness in the air. And I think they all felt that sense of achievement when Ishan video called them to wish them luck for the series 2 days later.

The call went on for 15 minutes where shubman said the total of 2 sentences and in the middle of his second sentence Ishan laughed. Quite literally, because what the fuck was he even saying. I don't think even he knew what on the earth was he trying to say.

Shubman was playing this series like his life depended on it. Like if he lost it, he would not get another chance. Like someone watching couldn't be disappointed.