Next morning, ishan woke up with feeling of anxiety and nervousness
He set up in bed, feeling a knot in his stomach still his mind was wondering what if the confession latter ruin his friendship
His eyes were red, world around him was getting blur, his head was sipping. He was feeling so dizzy.
Still after struggling with standing up he fresh up trying his best to act normal around shubman.
Shubman noticed the sudden change in ishan's demeanor. He knew something was off. He asked ishan several times that he is okey or not but ishan was trying his best to act normal, putting his brave front.
As the practise session starts, ishan starts feeling more dizzy many of players notice it and ask him to rest but he deny...
As the session continues, ishan losing his balance slowly.
Whole time shubman was behind him keeping eyes on him.
Middle of session his weakness continued to worse, his slight was getting blur.
His body Finally gave out and he collapsed into ground.
The rest of team rushed towards him, fear washed over him.
The gathered around ishan, checking on him. Trying to wake him up.
Shubman place Ishan’s head on his lap trying to wake him up
"ishh! Ishu! Open your eyes!" Shubman was voice was filled with worry. His eyes getting teary, it was not that serious.. But the odd feeling scaring the shit out of him
"ishu please ankhe kholo" "tum mujhe sun pa rhe ho? Ishu"
The team members swifty took him to the rest room for a quick check up. Hoping that he would soon wake up.
Shubman don't leave his side for a second, he himself don't know what making him scared. Or he is just randomly feeling something odd?
After sometimes later, nurse asked them to let ishan rest for sometimes, nothing was serous then what making shubman scared?
They all retured to field packing up their kit.
Shubman was still lost.
"bahi chinta mat karo, bus thora sa weakness hai woh thik ho jagye ga"
Virat said palacing his head on shubman's shoulder.
"hmm" Shubman hummed in response his mind was blanked.
"shub...koi baat hai kya..? Tu mujhe bata sakte ho"
"bhaiya.." As soon as shubman tried to express what he was feeling his eyes get teary
"pata nhi per mujhe bhout odd feeling aa rhi hai... Kuch bura toh nhi hoga nah.." He said, his voice was cracking.
Virat look at him with concern in his eyes. "aacha mujhe ek baat batao.. Honestly please"
Shubman noded
"are you in love with ishan?"
Now shubman can't hold his tears, he burst out let his emotions flow out that was suppressed inside him from years...
"I-i love hi-m I lo-ve him so mu-ch" "I don't know I ju-st lov-e him.. So much, Bhaiya I just want to him to be mine, I can't.. I don't want to accept it what.. What if he don't love me back? He will hate me? I can't bear his hate bha-bhaiya, I fall for him it's not my fault.. Isn't it? He is too beautiful to be hated Although he don't deserve any hate he is angelic, his eyes always drives me crazy, how can I bear his hate bahiya? Don't I deserve he loved by him? H-"
Virat listen to his yapping with stun expression until he notice a paper inside shubman's kit.
" woh kya hai? "
Shobhan walked over to his practice kit, which he had left in the pavilion.
He noticed a small envelope resting on top of the kit, the familiar handwriting catching his attention. Picking it up, he realized it was the letter Ishan had written. With a mixture of curiosity and concern,
Shobhan took a deep breath and started to read the heartfelt confession.
He was quiet, his heart heavy as he read each word.
He could feel the weight of Ishan's emotions, the way every sentence was filled with vulnerability and courage.
As he continued to read, a flow of different emotions washed over him – surprise, shock, and... sympathy?
The realization of Ishan's feelings and the burden he had been carrying alone hit him hard.
As he read the last line his eyes were filled with tears, he couldn't belive it was happening in real life, he was to shock to be happy, he fall on his knees while holding the papar, check it twice.
Virat walk near him and snatched the paper from his hand, his face was straight until he read the name.
"is-ishan?" He look at shubman, who was frozen his hand was still gestured as before.
They look at each other, without wasting time they rushed towards the rest room. Ishan was sitting on bed, as he look at them entering in room, he quickly avoid eye content.
Shubman also don't have any courage to say anything now.
At night
Ishan entered in room, Shubman was standing front of window.
"shubi.."
Shubman trun around, ishan noticed the paper in his hand Fear and nervousness rushed through his body. He look down, clinched hsi fits
"sor-sorry shubii plea-se don't hate me-e" He breaks out into tears, falling on his knees
Without wasting any time shubman knees down too and hold him tightly by his shoulders
"Listen to me, okay? I'm in love with you. I love you every second of the day. And I've never loved anyone like I love you. You are on my mind every moment. I've never loved anyone as I love you. You are someone special to me. Please be with me ever. My feelings for you only grow more each day. My love for you never stops and my determination to make you happy is stronger than ever. You make me feel like I'm the luckiest man on earth to have someone so wonderful like you. I admire every part of you and would do anything to never lose you. I love you so much ishh-"
Ishan leaned in, closing the small gap between them and pressed a soft tender kiss to shubman's lips.
Shubman was surprised at first, but a wave of relief and happiness washed over him, and he responded to the kiss, returning it with equal tenderness.
He placed a hand on ishan's cheek, gently holding him close, their lips moving together in a mix of passion and vulnerability.
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