🔞Someone to Love [Ishman One Shots]✓

🔞T-shirt Hatake Paseena Chatega? [Part 2]

[exhibitionism💀]

“The cameras here don't work, right?” 

Ishan gulped as his eyes stared back at the black screen of the camera on the wall. Shubman clicked his tongue quickly, remembering something. 

“No no, they don't! Last month Rahul bhai said that these have been disabled to give privacy to the players. We are safe!” 

“What do you mean we are safe, Shubman! I told you not to do it here, why don't you ever listen to me? My opinions don't matter to you, do they?” 

Ishan's usual cheerful demeanour had turned stormy. Shubman looked back at him, confused as he witnessed Ishan putting back his clothes. Where were those words coming from? 

“Ishan, what are you sa-” 

Ishan's jaw clenched tight as he pushed past Shubman and stormed out of the room. 

Shubman was taken aback by his sudden anger, he called after him, “Ishan, wait! I'm sorry, I didn't know it'd make you so mad!”

Ishan didn't respond, his frustration evident in the way he quickened his pace down the hallway. His mind raced with thoughts of the potential discovery of their rendezvous, the harassment that would come later, one of their, or probably both of their careers going down the ditch. Shubman was always so careless. 

Shubman felt a pang of guilt mixed with frustration, watching Ishan retreat without looking back. The thought of Ishan shutting him out stung. They had to have a proper conversation about this.

The team decided that it was a victory worthy of celebration so Hardik suggested that they go clubbing together. Although Virat and Rohit had disagreed, the rest of the boys were very excited. As Ishan reached the common room, Rishabh pulled him close and made him sit. 

“Hey Ish, we are going clubbing tonight! Tu aur main dance karenge!” 

Ishan tried to put up a fake smile with difficulty as the thoughts of separation with Shubman arose in his mind. He wanted to cry, why was the world so cruel towards love? 

Rishabh’s attention was seized by a panting Shubman who came running at the door. Ishan felt bad looking at him, yet he didn't want to talk. He was going to move away but Rishabh grasped his hand, intertwining their fingers. 

“Ay, where are you going? You'll stay with me!” 

Shubman's eyes glossed over their fingers joined together, a pathetic rage of anger coursing through his veins. He tried to look at Ishan, but the man wouldn't meet his eyes anymore. 

He felt a hand on his shoulder, Hardik’s voice screening through his ears. 

“Chal Shubi, we are going clubbing!” 

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The cool tones of electronic synth reverberated off of the walls. The night was hazy, especially with the help of alcohol flowing through everyone’s system. Both Ishan and Shubman agreed on the night out, unfortunate to their situation. Shubman walked in with Hardik, while Ishan had Rishabh wrapped around him, far away from Shubman's mentally prying hands. 

When they first entered, Ishan clung helplessly to his arm, too overwhelmed by the noise and the proximity of others. He definitely needed to go back home.  

“You need to learn to let go,” Rishabh whispered loudly in his ears. He didn’t care to hear Ishan's hesitation before getting ready and dragging him along towards the bar.