THEM 'Ishman'

Interview

This story is inspired by Angad Bro's mamma and papa.

Guys, you all know what? That bitch Nay told me that she had the sketch of the chapter. I thought I just had to edit and then publish, but she just had the idea of the storyyyy.... (T0T)

That hot and sweet potatooo.... (T^T)

I don't know my writing as it is my first time ever, so please bear with me, melons <3

The youngest captain's pov:

We won the match. It was a very hectic day, but in the end, all the hard work paid off. My whole team was celebrating the win, and they should because they deserve all the happiness and celebration after the hard work.

I was standing and looking at them from afar when someone came to me.

"Sir, you got an interview to give. Please go; the person is waiting there." A boy said to me and showed me the direction.

I took some photos with my team and then a little freshened up because I didn't want to stink in front of someone and went towards the interview area.

Only a few people were present there, and they were the set guys.

The interviewer was a boy whose back was facing me, but even from behind his charms were charming. 

He was pretty short not that much but was perfect to be my boyfri-

"Hey, sir, please sit here." One of the staff said to me, and I sat on the chair.

The interviewer turns around andd....

Tatararara tatarararara tatarararar tatararara.......... Falak tak sath mere... 

The boy was pretty, too pretty, and needed someone strong to protect him and who could be more perfect than me, The Shubman Gill.

Well, I am more mature than Ro Bhai, once he forgot to bring his bat to the ground. Now, leave him and focus on the situation.

But who the fuck is playing the background music?

"Sorry, sir, it was my girlfriend's call." The cameraman said silencing his phone.

Well, his girlfriend's call made my moment perfect.

Author's pov:

"Hi, Shubman sir, I am Ishan, Ishan Kishan." Ishan said while putting his hand forward for the handshake.

But Shubman was busy; Bitch was busy admiring Ishan; he even forgot to blink his eyes.

"Shubman sir!" Ishan said, awkwardly chuckling.

"Umm... H-Hi." Shubman said, shaking their hands.

'Owww.. his hands are so soft, soft like a baby, my baby.' Shubman thought in his mind.

"So, how do you feel after winning the match?" Ishan asked Shubman, professionalism dripping from his mouth.

"Feel like your- I mean, it feels indescribable." Shubman said.

"Mmmhmm we can see the happiness on your face. It is shining like stars." Ishan said, looking at the camera.

"But the happiness is not about the match, baby, and when my moon is here, why don't I shine like a star?" Shubman murmured, and no one heard it, just leaving one person who was looking at Shubman with some indescribable expressions.