Hashtag ishdik is real

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•Ishsn's pov•

I am chilling on my bed in my room, scrolling through Instagram. When I see a pic of myself and hardik Bhai. It was such a nice pic that I've never seen before, so i clicked on the profile, just to find out that the whole page was filled with pics of myself and hardik Bhai.

I know there are fans of the whole group and individual players as well.
In fact, me,Shubman and Rohit ,Virat  have a different kinda fan group, that's so cheesy. I don't know what they see. But we're just the best of friends that's all. And so are Virat and Rohit Bhai. Moreover they're married and have kids. Yet people are obsessed.

But this was new, me and hardik Bhai. We do have a connection between us, being in the same IPL team and always being around his family, yet there's nothing much to us. But as I am going through this page, I came across the video that I posted yesterday when hardik came back to India with the world cup. Such a cute video i watched it quite a few times. Then my eyes fell on the captain which said "#ishdikisreal"
I couldn't read it at first go ,It took me 2-3 times but I get it eventually " hashtag ish dik is real" i read aloud.

Ishdik! What's ishdik supposed to mean.

Then I realised, ISH is me Ishan and DIK is Hardik. People are crazy for real.
They make up so many things in their own head just based on some pics or vids

But I was stuck in the account. This was so new to me , it's believable that me and shubman are always together and we say some weird stuff but this is totally based on just one friggin vid i posted.

And people are liking this stuff and agreeing.  So I took my time looking through all the posts.

As I was going through the comments, saying how cute we both look together. And i won't deny, the pic was really cute we do look so cute together.

Someone knocked on my door. I am still in the same hotel as hardik Bhai. It was yesterday that I posted the video and people are going crazy about it. But it isn't the kind of crazy I ever thought I'd come around.

I know it's hardik at the door, or it can be krunal as well. I quickly saved one of the posts , so that I can go through it again.

I open the door to see hardik.
"Kya kar rha tha meri jaan!?" Hardik asked

Was it this ? Is calling eachother meri jaan that make people think that we'll be good together?
It's nothing but just some kinda nickname I call everyone.

But Hardik only says it to me.

"Bs scrolling through Instagram. Aap ka kse ana hua bolo?" I asked

"Abe aab tere room Ane k liye invitation ka wait karunga kya main." And he gets inside, falling on the bed with a ploop.

Of course he doesn't need anyone's invite to visit my room duh-
"Of course,"I say sarcasticly I rolled my eyes. I am a lil bit annoyed, I was actually enjoying myself, and I want to go through all those ishdik pics. But now I can't. Boooringgg ...

"So what should we do today?" Hardik asked excitedly

"What about we just stay in and relax?" I said falling on the bed myself.

"Dude it's me who worked my ass of and won the world cup, and I wanna go out and have fun, and look at you , lazy ass! " Hardik said smacking my ass. As I am lying face down supporting myself with my elbows and looking through the phone, for somewhere we can go to.