His Addictive ARCHNEMESIS ~ Ishman

Ch: 2 ~ The awaited Face-Off

Next day, Mr. Kapoor called Shubman and Ishan into his office. The atmosphere was tense, and neither of them spoke as they sat across from each other, still fuming from their fight.

Mr. Kapoor sat behind his desk, his hands clasped in front of him, "Let me address the issue head on, the way you both behaved, literally like a street hooligans, according to rule by now you two should have been suspended and debared from the team, just because of your past academics, and sports performances I'm ready to let you both off the hook on conditions that you guys assure me in written words thatthis madness will not be repeated, ever again."

Shubman crossed his arms, his expression hard. "I can't work with someone who doesn't respect the game or the strategy."

"And I can't work with someone who's too afraid to take risks," Ishan shot back.

"ENOUGH", the Dean stated firmly in an authoritative tone.

"We don't have the luxury of fielding two separate teams anymore, Both of you have two Choices - Either compromise your Ego, and play as a team or take your rustication letter and destroy your future."

The two remained silent, each unwilling to concede, but with their future in stake, what choice did they had, they left nodding and walked on opposite direction, determined to make the other pay the dues later.

The Next day, the entire team received a message to assemble to Gym, by sharp 6am, though the momentary aggression was pressed down after the warning, but.. Still the question that loomed over the newly combined team was simple:

Who would be the captain?

It was a question that Yuvraj, their newly appointed coach, planned to answer in the most brutal way possible.

Yuvraj Singh entered the gym, his presence immediately commanding attention. He was unlike any coach the boys had ever had. A former cricket star known for his Charisma, Yuvraj was sharp-tongued, sarcastic, and a about no nonsense person. His style of coaching was notoriously tough, and his sense of humor-if you could call it that-was dry as dust.

"Alright, Children,"Yuvraj began, leaning against the gym wall with an infuriating smirk. His voice echoed across the gym.

"Since we've got two 'geniuses' here fighting over who gets to be the captain of this mess of a team, we're going to settle this in a old-fashioned though real interesting way."

Yuvraj Stretched his arms flexing his muscles that looked way too prominent even under the track sleeves and proving the fact that "age is just a number", his eyes flicking between Shubman and Ishan, who were still glaring at each other.

"I'm sick of hearing stories of your bickering, the ego, and the whining, blah blah blah...

So, here's the deal. You both want to be captain? Prove you're the best. We're going to have a little competition-right here, right now. You two against each other. The winner gets the title. The loser... well, the loser can just shut up."

Shubman blinked, his face impassive, while Ishan's lips curled into a cocky grin.

"Gym competition?" Ishan scoffed, glancing at Shubman with an eyebrow raised. "This will be over in ten minutes. You're not even built for this, sciency nerdy boy."

Shubman rolled his eyes, unimpressed. "And what do you plan to do? Flex your way to captaincy?"

Yuvraj cut them off before the banter could escalate further. "Save the sass, boys. I don't care who can talk the most smack. Let's see who can back it up."