Silent Boundaries: Ishan and Shubman's Secret

-Tum Tak-

-Author-

Lately, it has been weird. I love him, don't I? Don't laugh, it's not like I don't love him anymore, it's just that, it feels like it starts with him, it ends with him, there's no in between. What ever happens, it only till him. There's no one ahead, no one behind.

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*bags closing, trolly moving, people speaking, the place was bustling*

Yes, they were at the airport. Their flight had 4 more hours to go. As expected, paparazzis where there, some were intruding a thing called personal space, some were just clicking pictures. Ishan was with his pillow. Both the acctual one and the human one i.e Shubman. Shreyas looked as if he was forcefully kicked out of the bed, and just somehow ended up here. Kuldeep and Jadeja were sticking to each other, just like fevikol.

They were going through all the airport procedures. And since it wasn't BCCI which arranged this flight but, it was unexpectedly their coach, Rahul Dravid. Although he won't be joining the team to their trip to Goa. Anyways the airport check in, fucked the team as it is. It was literally 2 am. The hell you actually except. And to top it all up, the fucking baggage line was so goddamn long, they couldn't anymore.

-Inside the airplane-

Rohit : bacche(children) go sleep, hmm? Don't watch movies, or else y'all willl get eyebags. Bade hi gande lagoge tum log. (You'll look too ugly)

Virat: Dekho to isko, sone ke liye bol raha hai lekin, aise baate kare bina is isan ka din kabhi banta hai bhala? (Godness, look at him, he is telling them to sleep, but not without such words, does his world stop working when he doesn't use this word?)

Jadeja: Are(Oh my) stop fighting and you too go to sleep. Jab dekho tab jhagda. (When ever where ever, always fighting)

Siraj: Shai mei. Bade hoge ap log, par lagta hai jaise hum hi hai. (For real, you two are the oldest but it seems like it's us.)

Rohit: Accha thik hai jao jao. (Okay what ever now go go) sleep.

                    -after landing-
The airplane had finally landed, the players were half excited half tired. They saw atleast 5 BMWs pull up. All of them got it, and drove off to the hotel. Upon reaching the hotel, Rohit, as a Responsible captain, went over to the reception and checked in. Everyone got their rooms. They had choices with whom they wanted to share the rooms with. Y'all know the outcome. I won't bother saying. Everyone went into their respective rooms, legit threw their luggage and flopped on the bed, and dozed off. Like logs. No, more like, 'sust murge'
(lazy hens)

                -in the evening-

Finally, when the sun didn't set, but the players tiredness sure did. They were full on planning to get wasted and fucked. Well, I went a little overboard with that, but you get what I mean. But the wasted part, it's the youngsters. Not the 80's kids. Not calling them old or some shit.

Anygays~
It was the time of the evening when Rohit was hearing words like 'Boomer' 'GenX' 'Father of Millions', the last one was pun intended.

As always, Ishan had his dear pillow and human...pillow. Yeah we got this line overused, but Gays, you can't deny that this joke is on top fr. Also don't ask why he's taking a pillow to the flipping bar. That's just Ishan things. We don't need to understand it.

Shubman was just existing, his soul was wandering somewhere. All he desired was the cuddles he was promised for. Until, his little brain hand smacks his brain, to get that little rusty musty shit to work. He realizes, oh, Ishan is there. Right next to him.

                       -in club-
These high on oxygen drunkards stepped a foot in the bar, welcomed by the intoxicating smell of alcohol, cigarette and the smell of sex. No it was not a strip bar, it's just the people who are shameless. But hey, it's a bar, can't blame them.

The youngsters followed the elders like the wagging tale, like that of a dog. As soon as their asses moulded into the very soft couch, Shubman scooped Ishan into his arms and rested his head on Ishan's neck. The crook. Although he had rested and came, yet, that lingering sense of tiredness was still there. Shubman was a fatigue child. He got tired easily.

Ishan knew what was coming. He just let Shubman do his thing. While Yashasvi, Dhruv, Mayank, Abhishek and all went over to the bar counter. They were in Goa for this very reason. For the alcohol. And for the beach of course.

The 80's kids, mind you they are not really 80's kids. But, no doubt they are the oldest, Rohit and Virat, we're sipping on 'The dry martini'.

The Dry Martini is simple and elegant. While we don't know the exact origin of the Dry Martini, we do know that the cocktail made with dry gin, dry vermouth, and orange bitters is best served with a lemon twist.

Whereas the youngsters, who were sitting on the bar counter saw the bartender, in a blender combine the tomato juice, lemon juice, lime juice, horseradish, Worcestershire sauce, garlic powder, pickle juice, and hot sauce and process until smooth.

The youngsters thought, ew what the absolute fuck?-

Then the bartender transferred the mixture to a nonreactive container and add celery salt and black pepper, to taste.

When he was ready to serve,  he filled  each glass with ice.

Added 1 ounce of vodka to each glass, then filled the glass with the bloody mary mix. Stired well, and garnished each glass with some veggies, pickle, celery, pickled green bean, or a pickled okra.

Yashasvi, said to the group: Yeh konsi sabji banai hai isne? (Yeah so which 'sabji' has he made?-)

Jadeja: No, because that looks good, but taste- *mimics gagging*

In the background they heard a very manly accent. A very distinct voice. Or more likey it's the very person. Someone they adored but hated on the field. Well not quite literally, but, yeah.

                -To be continued-

Haiii, ukulelliessss. Don't mind the way I have written how to make the bloody mary cocktail, before this I didn't even know, that something like this existed. I just saw it in Google. Half or more of these things went up and above my head. To be added, don't mind my English, it's not englishing anymore. With all the other languages that I speak, it's hard to keep up, but yeah, whatever. I'm sick😭😭, I didn't go to school since like Monday. Most probably I won't go tomorrow either but yeah.

Also, please, please, comment and vote and what not. I really want motivation and y'all commenting will surely help.

Word count: 1.2 k words.

Signing off
Ashu.