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Ghosts only I can see... (Cont. from the last part) Ft MS Rhul bhai Dada Sach

Ghosts only I can see... (Cont. from the last part)

A/N - Because some of you wanted a second part? Though lord knows why... But for you people. This is further cracked. Conversation heavy. I do not really know what I have written.

Atifsvocalchords After how you write them i could never be satisfied with my take. Still gave a try

In train again.

It is becoming my niche. And heartache each time. Not proofread. Please overlook errors.

Good night Moon

Good night Trees

Good night Ghosts, Only I can see.

The first blink brought in a glimpse of the world around and the next brought into focus the three men all staring intently at him; MS felt his heart thunder in his chest and took a moment to gather his calm around like a shroud.

An extremely dusty, almost falling apart shroud.

"What are all of you doing here?"

"You don't look surprised."

MS shrugged. "Not really. I kind of expected it. Yesterday. You are a day too late. But why are you here, Rahul Bhai? All of you... There was no need..."

"Let us be the judge of that, huh? For once?"

"Dada..." MS ran a hand over his face. It has been a day since that memorable night and he remembered most of it. He wanted to crawl inside the comforter and die but Mahendra Singh Dhoni had not honed his calming skills for nothing.

"Mahi?"

"Call me, MS, Bhai. I believe you are much more comfortable with that. "

"And what if I prefer to call you Mahi? MS had always been for the more professional times, right? More poised for the interviews than personal?"

"Then what changed?"

MS could have bit off his tongue the moment the words escaped. It was so not what he had wanted to start it.

Weakness? Thy name was not MS Dhoni.

Raising himself he winced at the recurring pain radiating through his back as he hunted for a T-Shirt to don. Grappling around, he found a not-so-clean one and slipped into it.

"Your back? It is hurting again?"

"Yeah. Sorry, Dada. I did not mean for you, all of you, to put a stop to your jobs just to cater to my silly whims."

"Silly whims? Whims, MS? And yes! I take the name with as much affection as I would use Mahi." His Sachin Paaji had a mile-long black shadow underneath his eyes and MS winced.

"I did not mean..."

"Oh, I know that you did not mean to do a hell lot of things. It is quite crazy; the list that is. Apparently, our Captain Cool donned such a mask that most of us, even veterans that we are, were taken unawares. Isn't that so, Mr. MS Dhoni?"

MS stared hard at the wooden floors, biting hard at the inside of his cheek. He had never been able to speak with Sachin Paaji as easily as he had managed with the rest and that included pulling sass with him.

"Why remain silent, Mr. Dhoni? Why remain silent at all? So you were given a new type of painkillers and that loosened your tongue. Otherwise, we would have remained in the dark."