Destined to be

47. Ready?

A good morning for ICT means all the chaos mugged up together. It was the match day. The greatest rivalry alive. Ind vs Pak.

A sleepy Rohit leaned on the bus with eyes closed and his hands gesturing towards the trunk where all the luggage was being packed. 

Unknown to skippers plight, Yashasvi was almost being thrown there lifted by Shubman and Ishan on their shoulders. Well, only if he didn't scream "bhaiya" at the last moment resulting into his save and the other two's scoldings.

As a frowny Shubman sat in the team bus alone his thoughts wondered about his previous performances, most of it were the disappointing ones.

A sharp smack brought him back, he turned towards the left and glared at Ishan, who raised his hands in surrender.

"Bhabhi ne bola"

"Hatt bhabhi ke chamche"

Ishan got up from the seat while sticking his tongue out at Shubman and left.

"No distractions during work hours Rahul bhai said but what if my distraction's attention is also distracted." Niya smiled.

"So now I am a distraction huh?"

"I just wanted my man's attention. What's up Shubhi?"

As Shubman was about to answer he heard some whispers from the back seat.

"Don't tell me this idiot is still thinking about the last performance."

"You just said he's an idiot. So what do you expect?"

Shubman stood up and turned around, his arms crossed, and his eyes glaring at the culprits.

"Tell your bestfriend and your ladla devar to stop their gossip sesh." Shubman said to Niya.

All it needed was the boss lady's wave to shoo them away.

"You don't need to worry about the game Shubh, it's going to be great." Niya said with an assuring smile, gently squeezing his hand.

"But Ni you know..." Shubman tried explaining but no words came out.

"All I know is, you are the future of the Indian cricket, show them a glimpse of how you're gonna dominate."

"Very simple, like quantum physics" Shubman stifled a laugh.

"No shit Sherlock"

Shubman interlaced their fingers and let out a breath.

As they reached the stadium,they could hear the erupting roars of the fans, excited for the clash.

Niya looked at Shubman, their eyes locked for a minute. She finally pulled him into a hug and left with a good luck kiss.

As Shubman started warming up, his anxiety started taking a toll on him. Almost giving up between his lap around the ground.

All it took him to get back was Niya's nod.

Moments later they had won the toss and decided they were up for a chase.

Overs went by and Shubman felt more comfortable on the field.

Soon after as Pakistan set up a good scored total, our openers were padding up to begin with the war.

As Shubman kept his foot across the rope, Niya's anxiousness increased. Sensing this Rahul who was sitting just beside her decided to ease her up.

"Don't worry your baby will be fine!"

"You are pregnant?!" Ishan whisper yelled.

"Geez no!" Niya glared.