when 77 met 32 [ishman ff] [shubish]

2025

Everyone was busy devising a plan to make Ishan meet them. Hardik, as promised, was successful in making Ishan speak with him on the phone a few times, but there was no progress on the meet-up. "Should I contact Aditi?" Shubman asked one evening.

"Would that help?" Suhani asked Shubman. "I mean, when everyone is trying, let her try too." "Alright then, call her." And so Shubman did, in fact, call Aditi. "Hello Aditi." He said this when she picked up his call. "Hiiiii shubman? After so long? How are you?" she asked, sounding quite happy.

"I am better now; how are you?" he asked. "I am very well; thank you. So, what can I help you with?" She asked, surprising everyone in the room. "How did you know that I wanted your help with something?" Shubman said. "You always sound like that when you need help," she said, laughing at the other end.

"Okay, so, what do you need my help for?" She asked again when Shubman didn't reply. "Can you contact Ishan?" He said it carefully. "what for?" She sounded strained for some reason. And so Shubman started to narrate everything that had happened in the past year to Aditi.

He told her about the letters, the victims, and their theory. Everything. Suhani looked like she wanted to oppose it, but then decided against it for some reason. "What the fuck are you even on about?" she said after listening to everything. "Look, he refuses to speak with me under all circumstances. So, please help me, Aditi." Shubman pleaded.

"If he doesn't speak with you, what makes you think that he will speak with me?" she questioned. "Because he cannot contact the cricketers, apparently, and you are not one of us. He would definitely talk with you." He said. "please aditi." Shubman sounded so desperate about that that Aditi agreed to talk to Ishan.

"But I will speak with him my way." "Do whatever; just get him to meet us." "Also, where do you plan on meeting him?" she asked, which made them look at Suhani. "I can send you the details about that. But for that, you would need to warn Ishan about the things ahead." Suhani said.

"Alright. Send me the details. And Shubman, I am going to use your name, so if he ends up killing you, don't complain." She said that, ending the call. Shubman looked just as confused as everyone else at that. Later that day, Suhani texted the meeting details to Aditi.

Ishan was supposed to be dressed up like his sweeper when he left the house. Because the sweeper and the cook were the only people who had access to his house apart from him. The cook was a full-time cook who left at night, but we needed him to leave until the evening, so the sweeper it is.

The sweeper would pretend to be Ishan and be inside the house. Ishan would go to the sweeper's house just like any other day, pretending to be him. An hour after he reaches the house, he would leave from the back door, not switching any light off. Creating an illusion of a person still present in the house. There, a car would be waiting for Ishan to drive him to the location.

After the meeting, he would go back in the same car. Inside the house from the back door, and he would sleep there, wake up, and go to his house again. That was the plan. Now they were all waiting for Aditi to give them a green signal. Which she did.

Two days after the call with Shubman, Aditi called him again. She said that Ishan was ready to meet them. They made their plan known to her and told her to make Ishan follow it. Ishan would be meeting them the day after tomorrow at the site they decided on.

"Why is he looking 2 seconds away from fainting?" Suhani asked, looking at Shubman, who was sitting on the other side of the table. "Because Ishan is on his way here." The answer was so simple yet so difficult to understand. "When is he coming?" Hardik asked. He was the most sober one on the table after Suhani.

"It will take another 2 hours before he reaches here," she answered. "Where is he now?" virat asked. "He will reach the house in the next 5 minutes, then he will need to be there for an hour before he can leave." "okay."

"Why did Aditi not come?" Suhani asked Shubman, passing a glass of water to him. "She is on a fashion tour in Italy; she wanted to come, but she can't abandon the show in the middle." Shubman said, accepting the water and taking a sip. Suhani nodded, her eyes landing on Abhishek.

Abhishek looked quite lost, too. He has been looking like that for the past week, but he refuses to say anything on the topic. The members noticed, of course, but they decided to let him be for the time being. They were all happy in this moment. No matter what the future held, this moment was precious to them.

An hour later, Suhani informed them that Ishan had sat in the car and was on his way here. And the nerves started kicking in. They all looked sick for some reason. Rishabh looked like he was going to play his first test match all over again, and Shubman was in another dimension at the moment. Suhani wanted to laugh, but this wasn't the time for that.

"He is here." Suhani announced this before the door opened, revealing a nerve-wracking Ishan. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Shubman? How many times did I tell you not to contact me? Are you fucking serious right now?" Ishan stormed to Shubman and started yelling at him the moment he entered the room.

Shubman, on the other hand, did not look like he heard anything at all. "Are you even listening to me?" Ishan questioned. "Of course, he isn't." Rishabh replied, smiling. "Are you okay?" Ishan questioned Shubman, sounding worried. Something was wrong; why would he ask him that?

"Why would you ask him that?" Suhani asked Ishan. "Because he never listens and then ends up hurt." Okay, this was so damn confusing. Was Shubman hurt physically? Were they missing something? "shubmannnn." Suhani yelled in his ear, bringing him back to the reality of this world. "What?" he asked, sounding annoyed.

"He is asking you if you are okay or not; what is wrong with you? What happened?" Virat asked, concerned now. "nothing. I am very well right now." shubman smiled. Looking genuinely happy for the first time in months. "You aren't injured?" ishan asked. "what? No, I am not." "Okay, where is Aditi?" Ishan asked, a murderous look on his face.

"Umm, in Italy?" Shubman answered, which made Ishan furiously call someone. "Explain." He said this on the call. "Can you stop laughing? What the fuck?" Shubman took the phone from his hand to put it on speaker. "Why?" he said. "I am so sorry, Ishan, but that is what you get when you don't listen to other people's concerns." Aditi sounded very proud of herself.

"What did you do?" Hardik asked, amused at the interaction. "I told Ishan about a few things you'll tell me about. I told him how dangerous this was, but he refused to meet you'll even then, so I used the weapon called shubman." She said the last part, laughing.

"What is that supposed to mean?" shubman asked. "Remember I told you that I was going to use your name? I did." "How exactly?" "I just told Ishan that while searching for the truth, those people found Shubman and attacked him. I gave him a very detailed description of Shubman's non-existent injury. "Wow, so funny." Ishan sounded so dry that it actually scared a few of them.

"That is what you get for fucking around." Rishabh said, now laughing. "Can you stop laughing before I break your jaws? And what the fuck are you smiling for?" The last part was directed at Shubman. "So, you are telling me that all it took to break your resolve and bring you here was the news of Shubman getting injured?" rohit said.

"Who said that?" Before Ishan could complete his sentence, Hardik said, "Maybe we were trying too hard; we should have just spread the rumors of Shubman's injury online." "NO. That is not the reason I am here." Ishan sounded defensive. "Sure, bub, lie to yourself." Hardik said, laughing again.

"Guys, am I still audible to you?" Aditi asked; her call was long forgotten. "Yes, Aditi, thank you very much." Shubman said. "Your welcome, buddy. But please be careful. All of you, or you might end up injured for real this time," she warned before ending the call. "Can you please stop smiling, Shubman?" ishan asked "No," Shubman replied, still smiling.

Hardik and Rishabh looked at each other before looking at the other members, something glinting in their eyes. They all jumped for a team hug after silently counting till three. Suhani just stood there, smiling at the scene. She felt happy seeing them together again, but to make this permanent, they needed to work hard.

The members broke free from the hug after a few minutes, leaving just Ishan and Shubman hugging each other. "Are you going to cry?" Ishan asked, still in the embrace. "No." "Why do you keep using the same two words? Are you rendered speechless or something?" Ishan asked, breaking free from the hug. "Maybe." "What the fuck, shubman?" And Shubman just smiled at that.