Ishan kept staring at the other, eyes glossy. Shubman's eyes were semi red. Blood vessels were visible quite prominently.
"Shubman...." Ishan softly cried out.
Never in his lifetime did he think that he could make someone feel so bad about him, that they would leave his side.
Shubman walked away from him and closed the cupboard, locking it. Ishan kept staring at the other with wide and shocked eyes.
"Please...tell me... " Ishan muttered under his breath, voice almost cracking.
That made Shubman freeze for a moment. He didn't know why his heart beat so painfully for a fraction of second. He took a quick breath and released.
Shubman paused for a moment but continued with his work as he began to get ready for bed. No response.
Ishan walked towards the other with an aggressive stomping sound. Shubman slowly looked up from his sitting position.
"Are you mad at me for...the other...day?" Ishan said with a very soft tone.
They held strong eye contact. Shubman slightly looked up and down Ishan's face. His lips were slightly quivering.
Shubman kept a straight face.
"I'm not in the mood to talk right now Ishan...!" Shubman rolled his eyes and started to lie down.
Ishan held the other by his upper arm and stopped him, earning a warning groan from the other.
"Isha—"
"Please Shubman...I'm sorry for that day... I've never been in front of the media...it was all new for me... please don't push me away like this ..." Ishan said in a whole breath.
His voice was full of emotions, mostly sorrow.
Shubman was kind of shocked to hear that in one go. He frowned and looked at the other's glossy eyes. They held eye contact for a brief moment.
Ishan could feel a tightness, like a lump in his throat and he gulped.
"We will talk tomorrow..." Shubman muttered in his softest voice ever.
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Next morning~~
Ishan slowly opened his eyes but immediately closed it again due to the intensity of the sunlight.
He stretched nicely and yawned. He was just enjoying his morning when suddenly everything that happened yesterday came rushing back to his mind and his jolted up.
He aggressively started to look for the other. His heartbeat had increased significantly.
As soon as his eyes fell on the other's kit bag, sighed deeply. Yes, he was relieved.
He slowly got down from his bed and looked around.
"Where is Shubm—"
The washroom door opened and Shubman walked out. Their eyes met.
Shubman immediately broke it and walked passed him.
Ishan just kept looking at the other, trying to find words to start a conversation, but failed.
Shubman silently kept packing his kit.
Ishan slowly came behind him and stood still, gripping the edge of his sleeves, thinking what to say to the other.
"Shubman...I am—"
Before he could complete, Shubman stood up and spun instantly and made eye contact. Ishan took a sharp breath and held still.
"Rohit bhaiya is calling us all down." Shubman said and immediately started to walk towards the door.
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The New Boy (Ishman)
RomanceShubman Gill is a cricketer, a huge part of the Indian Cricket Team. To be honest, one of the best players out there in the whole team. He is also the most appreciated player. Although he's very famous for his dimpled wide smile, he's a very seriou...
