Shubman 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...
Ishan was nervous. For a new player it's very common. He didn't express it though in front of anymore.
But Shubman could clearly read his eyes and body language prominently.
Ishan would practice day and night.
"Ready!" said Ishan to Mayank who would be bowling.
Mayank ran and bowled.
"Aishhhh!" Shubman hissed.
The ball passed very close to the bat and hit his leg pads. Ishan looked behind him and then his legs.
"That's an out...!" Mayank said, biting his nails.
Shubman didn't say anything and was busy judging the whole incident.
"What? No!" Ishan said as he came forward and stood beside Mayank and looked at Shubman for any reaction.
He received none.
"It hit the wickets!" Mayank said with a smirky smile.
"No it didn't!!" Ishan said, whining.
Mayank came closer and back-hugged him.
"Sweety laga hai!" Mayank kissed Ishan's neck.
Ishan took a sharp breath and tried to get away from him as soon as possible but couldn't as Mayank held him. He felt a sharp stream of shivers running down his spine.
Mayank laughed loudly.
"Stop it and continue to practice." Shubman was standing in front of them now.
He held Ishan by his arm and pulled him away from the other. Ishan could see an angry frown on the other's forehead.
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Ishan kept his kit on the floor of his room, 'their' room.
"Aooow....." he softly hissed as he rotated his wrists.
They were slightly swealed up as soon much pressure was given on them within a small period of time.
Shubman had just entered the room when his eyes fell on the other's swollen wrist. He too kept his kit in one corner and started to get ready to freshen up.
From the corner of his eyes he would continuously see how the other touched his wrists, just like that day in the car.
Shubman sighed deeply and practically threw his towel on his bed and dug inside his kit bag for a volini.
"Come here." Shubman said as he stood behind Ishan.
Ishan slowly turned around, holding his wrist.
"Thanks, I'll take it from he—"
Before he could complete, Shubman grabbed his hand by the fingers and held steadily.
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