His Addictive ARCHNEMESIS ~ Ishman

Ch: 4 ~ Locker Room Escaped

Following week, Shubman had prepared a critical practice session along with Yuvraj, and compiled all information in the team's detail book-the one filled with notes on strategies, upcoming matches, and drills that he sent to College Sports authority, was replaced by a Classic Playboy magazine.

Yuvraj, never one to let mistakes slide, stormed throwing the playbook on his face, "What the hell is this Shubman, mind explaining this?"

Shubman dumbfounded stood rooted on his place, with a shockingly surprised expression trying to comprehend the situation. His fists clenched, knowing exactly who would have been behind the exchange. But what proof did he have to prove his hypothesis.

Shubman's face flushed with embarrassment, he lowered his head "Sir, I've no idea-someone pranked-"

Coach yelled loosing his cool, "You think I'm some kind of amateur, don't you? this better be the last mess of yours, don't make me regret my decision, and I'm gonna make sure this doesn't happen, let all take a lesson from from you"

Coach made Shubman felt the heat to the prank so deep to his bones, making him run 100 lapse of the ground without stopping.

The sun was setting over the practice field, casting long shadows on the dirt track as Shubman sprinted around it, gasping for breath. Coach Yuvraj, standing with his arms crossed, watched with a stony expression, his voice occasionally barking out commands.

"Faster, Shubman! You think you can slack off because you're the captain? Don't let me see you slowing down!" Yuvraj's voice was a constant reminder of Shubman's situation.

It wasn't Shubman's fault-not really. But he had been caught in the middle of another one of Ishan's pranks, but he took blame- he didn't have proof against him, is the reason he gave himself, but somewhere he still was weighing tge guilt of gym incidence.

Each lap was turning to be more torturous than the last, his muscles burning, lungs screaming for relief.

On the sidelines, Ishan leaned against the fence, watching with a mixture of guilt and frustration. He hadn't thought, the consequences would be that severe.

Adding to that, Shubman's refusal to not out him had thrown Ishan off balance. At beginningof lapse he did thought Shubman deserved it well for what he did to him, but seeing Shubman being punished for something he hadn't done left a sour taste in his mouth.

Beside him, Mayank leaned in, smirking. "You feeling guilty yet, or are you still pretending this is all just for Classic Ishan the devil's revenge?"

Ishan rolled his eyes, keeping his gaze on Shubman as he completed another lap. "I didn't ask him to take the blame."

Mayank chuckled, nudging him with his elbow. "Doesn't matter. He did. and that's make me wonder why so, looks like someone got hots for the archnemisis"

"Shut the fu*k up," Ishan retorted, more defensively this time.

"Oh, come on jaan," Mayank teased, leaning closer. "Admit it. You're starting to feel bad. looks like the angel in you, of course disguised as devil is surfacing out?"

Ishan didn't reply. Instead, he watched as Shubman stumbled slightly on his next lap, his exhaustion clear in every step. A knot of guilt twisted in Ishan's stomach, but he pushed it down, refusing to acknowledge it.

When Shubman finally finished the last of his 100 laps, he collapsed onto the grass, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. His entire body was drenched in sweat, his legs shaking from the effort. Coach gave him a final, stern look before turning and walking away.