Ishan was enjoying his slumber after a long session of love making with his boyfriend, when the said boyfriend asked, "Ishan, will you marry me?".
"Hmmm", Ishan grunted
"Yes?", asked his boyfriend.
"Mm Mm", hummed Ishan.
"Matlab No?", came the further query.
"Shubi yaar. You just fu*ked my brains out. I cannot answer such life altering questions in this state. Give me some time to think straight", Ishan requested.
"If you think straight, you will reject me na, Ishu", said the younger man, with all his batheesi on display.
"Aise ghatiya joke maarega toh I will reject you anyway", replied Ishan, with an "I am so done with this boy" look."Ab baccho jaise pout mat karo, Shubi. Both of us know the answer to your question, but I want you to ask me again once I am out of this afterglow- down on your knees, flowers and a ring in hand and a good speech to impress me. Aisa pheeka will you marry me nahi. Samjhe?", Ishan advised his boy.
"And then you will say yes?", asked Shubman.
"Maybe?", Ishan asked."Accha theek hai yes bol dunga", he added seeing his boy's smile disappearing. Shubman Gill might be an angry young man on the field, but for Ishan he was just a big baby, who couldn't take no for an answer.
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Cricket One Shots- Extremely Short Stories
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