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Shubman walked back to his room, his mind still buzzing from the dinner and the impending tour. He wasn't sure what he was more nervous about—the intense competition waiting for them in Australia, or the growing feelings he was desperately trying to hide whenever Naima was around.
Either way, he knew he needed to pull it together before he let the boys tease him into oblivion.
As he entered his room, Ishan was already sprawled out on his bed, half-heartedly tossing clothes into his suitcase with one hand while scrolling through Instagram with the other.
"You look like you just survived a war," Ishan commented without looking up.
"Feels like I did," Shubman muttered, heading to his suitcase to pack.
"You and Naima had a nice little moment back there, huh?" Ishan teased, this time looking up with a smirk. "She's got you wrapped around her finger, bro."
Shubman shot him a warning glare. "Don't start, man. Not tonight."
"Too late!" Ishan chuckled, sitting up and throwing a pillow at Shubman. "Come on, admit it—she's into you. You guys were practically eye-flirting the entire dinner. If you don't make a move soon, someone else might."
Shubman caught the pillow and threw it back. "Shut up. It's not like that."
"Oh, really? Because Hardik seems to think it's definitely like that. And KL. And Jasprit. And, well, literally everyone else on the team."
Shubman groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Why are you guys so obsessed with this? We're just friends. Teammates."
"Teammates who definitely have chemistry," Ishan shot back with a knowing grin.
