Pagal Wagal hai kya!!

Tum, Main Aur Punjab

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Shubman stepped out of the cab, taking a deep breath, inhaling the feel of his hometown , the place which have witnessed his struggles , the years of hardwork behind every run he scored, the place which have been with him through his century as well as duck phase, every time he visits the place, everything is different yet same. There maybe now more buildings than before but still he can see his childhood version climbing the tall trees, the roads have become more strong, but he can still see a 5 years old shubman falling in the mud puddle, he can see that the aangan of his house is now well builded, fenced but he can still see little shubman and shahneel fighting there for an aloo da parotha

Same visits, same nostalgia, but, but, but , there was a little, Aaa actually a huge, no, no, no, really a little change, his cute little human has visited with him this time who has been convinced to came only with a thread that shubman will visit Patna with him next time

" Shubh, woh hai kya tera ghar" Ishan asked, pointed towards a house, surrounded by various paddy fields

" Ha wohi hai "
" Toh chal na, jaldi se jakar di ko surprise dete hai, woh bohot khush honge "
" Huhh, khush toh woh tujhe dekhkar hogi, mujhe dekhte he woh ajeebo gareeb mu banane lag jaati hai "

Ishan giggled, with his famous khikhikhi laugh, melting shubman from inside

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" Sasriyakaal chudail, kidda ? " Shubman exclaimed, giving a bone crush hug to shahneel

" Ekdam vadiya mere gidhad" she answered, returning the hug , giving a gentle kiss on shubman's forehead, she than shifted her attention towards the cute angel besides his devil bro

" Hello meri cotton candy" she said, while ruffling Ishan's hair a little
" Mein thek hu di , aur Aap ? "
" Aab toh mein bhi thek he hu "
" Kya di aap bhi !? "
" Agar aap dono ka hogya ho, toh mein aur ishan fresh ho jae di ? " Shubman questioned , keeping his hands on his hips, clearly annoyed with the scenero
" Ha toh tu nikal na, rasta nahi pata tere kamre ka " shahneel gave him a tight smile
" Mumma, papa ko kahunga ki agli baar jae toh tujhe bhi apne saath thale mein bharkar le jae, by God tujhe dekhkar he mera vacation kharab ho jata hai "

Shahneel ' s victory smile and a wink was the only response he got , he rolled his eyes and headed towards his room

Shahneel 1
Shubman 0

" Iska toh chalta rehta hai, ishan tu bhi jakar fresh hoja, tere liye mast pathani kurta pajama ready rakha hai woh pehan na" shahneel said while showing ishan the way towards the guest room

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Ishan stepped out of the room, maroon colour pathani kurta pajama
enhancing his beauty, his eyes searching a certain someone who was nowhere in sight, he took a few steps towards the corridor in search of his qutab minar, but was stopped halfway by a pull in an empty room, caged between two strong arms, belonging to a handsome Punjabi Munda, dressed in navy blue kurta pajama, rolled up sleeves, his smooth hairs making him look more handsome, the surma around the lower eyelids increasing the sparkles, and last but never at least, his infamous dimples , which have the capacity to catch attention even in thousands.

Ishan checked him from head to toe and returned to his eyes, his mind wondering that was his best friend always this much handsome or he never noticed it, his trail of thoughts were interrupted when shubman have him his extraordinary flirty smile

" You don't have the right to look this much handsome ish "

The sentence made Ishan's cheek turn into a bright shade of red, Ishan gets tons of praising, but only shubman's compliment have the capacity to make him blush, but obviously there is no need for shubman to know it, so a cover up is must right !