𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 - shubman gill ✓

10. boys boys

A few months had passed since the exhilarating match against Zimbabwe, and life had settled into a comfortable routine for Shubman and Kamari. 

She was busy managing her cafe and bookstore in Mumbai, while Shubman enjoyed the quiet moments at home with his family.

One lazy afternoon, Shubman lounged on the couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table as he scrolled through his phone. 

The sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the living room. Just as he was about to close his eyes for a quick nap, the front door swung open with a bang, and a whirlwind of energy burst into the house.

"Shubman!" Virat Kohli shouted, leading the charge, followed closely by Ishan Kishan, KL Rahul, Shreyas Iyer, and Hardik Pandya. 

"Get your lazy ass off that couch!"

Shubman sat up, his eyes widening in surprise. "What the hell, guys? You scared the shit out of me!"

"Relax, baby boy," Hardik teased, ruffling Shubman's hair. 

"We just wanted to check on you. Heard you've been a hermit lately."

"Yeah, you've been MIA," Ishan chimed in, plopping down next to him. "Not even in the group chat. What gives?"

Shubman shrugged, still slightly dazed. "Just taking some time off, you know? Focusing on myself."

Virat narrowed his eyes, a playful smirk creeping onto his face. "You focusing on yourself? More like you're hiding something from us."

The boys erupted into laughter, and Shubman groaned, realizing where this was heading. 

"Come on, guys, don't start. I'm not hiding anything."

"Oh really?" KL Rahul chimed in, leaning forward with a teasing grin. 

"Then who the hell is this Kamari we keep hearing about?"

Shubman's heart raced as he felt heat creep into his cheeks. 

"What do you mean, 'hearing about'? Who's been talking?"

"Let's just say, every time we chat, you suddenly have 'plans' or 'work' or whatever with this Kamari," Shreyas said, wiggling his eyebrows. 

"So, spill it, captain. Who is she?"