BL [ICT FICTIONAL ONE SHOTS ]

Jassi X Bhuvi

**: Unspoken Love :**

Jasprit "Jassi" Bumrah stared at the horizon, the sky slowly turning a deep shade of orange as the sun dipped below the horizon. The waves gently lapped against the shore, the sound a comforting white noise in the background. His mind, however, was far from the serenity of the beach. It was a special day—his and Bhuvi's fourth wedding anniversary. Yet, despite the passage of years, there remained a chasm between them that Jassi couldn’t quite bridge.

He still remembered their first anniversary like it was yesterday. Jassi had gathered all his courage and proposed to Bhuvi, not in the sense of asking for marriage—they were already bound by that—but in the sense of asking for his heart. He had laid it all bare, confessing his deep love and desire to build something more than just a friendship.

Bhuvi had looked at him with those gentle eyes of his, the ones that could calm any storm, and said, "I need time, Jassi."

Since then, Bhuvi had fulfilled all his duties as the bottom in their relationship—dutifully supporting Jassi in public, always standing by him, and providing the companionship expected in a marriage.

But Jassi yearned for more. He longed for those tender, intimate moments that went beyond the facade of friendship, something that would solidify their bond as true partners. Yet, Bhuvi, introverted and reserved, never seemed to let those walls down.

Rohirat had noticed. Rohit Sharma and Virat Kohli, the power couple of Indian cricket, had been married for eight years and were known as much for their legendary batting as for their enduring love story.

They had arranged Jassi and Bhuvi's marriage, hoping to see them blossom into a strong couple like themselves. But after four years, even they could see the unspoken tension between the two.

Jassi had confided in them one day after practice, his voice tinged with frustration and helplessness. "I love him, but I don’t know how to reach him. He’s there, but not really there, you know?"

Rohit had exchanged a knowing glance with Virat before offering advice. "Why don’t you try a little game, Jassi? Sometimes, people need a push to realize what they’re about to lose."

Virat had nodded, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Jealousy can be a powerful motivator. There’s a new boy on the team, Ishan Kishan. Why don’t you... I don’t know, give Bhuvi a reason to fight for you?"

At first, Jassi had been hesitant. He didn’t want to manipulate Bhuvi or make him uncomfortable. But as the days passed, and Bhuvi remained distant despite Jassi’s best efforts, he decided to take Rohirat’s advice. Perhaps this was the only way to break through Bhuvi’s walls.

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The plan was simple. Jassi would spend more time with Ishan, the new star wicketkeeper who had already captured the nation’s attention with his explosive batting and sharp reflexes behind the stumps. Ishan was young, full of energy, and more than willing to help Jassi out when he explained the situation.

It started innocently enough. Jassi would chat with Ishan more during team dinners, share a laugh with him during practice, and even let him ride shotgun in the team bus, a seat usually reserved for Bhuvi. He could see the slight frown on Bhuvi’s face whenever he saw them together, but Bhuvi never said anything. He would just retreat into himself even more, something that pained Jassi deeply.

But he pushed on, hoping that Bhuvi would finally break out of his shell. The breakthrough came one evening after a particularly intense training session. Jassi and Ishan were walking back to the locker rooms, laughing about a joke Ishan had cracked earlier, when they ran into Bhuvi.