“Isshaannn!” Radhika groaned, flopping onto the couch, arms crossed over her chest. “Yaar, tum kabhi bhi serious nahi ho sakte ho kya?”
Ishan grinned, completely unbothered. “Arre, kya hua, mere pyaari princess?” he teased, nudging her shoulder. “Ek chhota sa prank tha bas! Tum toh bohot cute lag rahi thi with those fake lashes stuck to your eyebrows.”
Radhika rolled her eyes, cheeks flushing. “I’m never letting you near my makeup bag again!” she crossed her arms, still pretending to be annoyed, but Ishan’s puppy-dog expression was wearing her down.
“Achha baba, sorry. Tumhe gussa mein bhi dekh ke maze aa rahe hain,” he chuckled, pulling her close, only for Radhika to narrow her eyes.
“You love pranks, right?” she muttered under her breath, an idea forming. “Let’s see who’s pranking whom now.”
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The next morning, while Ishan was getting ready for practice, Radhika set her plan into motion. Using a bit of makeup, she dabbed a light bruise-like mark onto his neck, blending the colors just enough to make it look convincing. She stifled a laugh, imagining how his teammates would react.
Ishan finished getting ready, leaning down to give her a quick peck on the cheek. “Meri jaan, aaj toh lagta hai main best form mein rahunga!” he said with a wink, still completely unaware of the “hickey” on his neck.
“Of course, Mr. Kishan,” Radhika said, holding back a laugh. “Aap toh bohot hardworking ho na… but, try not to get too distracted today, okay?”
Confused, Ishan shrugged. “Chalo, main nikalta hoon. See you later, princess!” He gave her a playful salute before heading out the door.
As soon as Ishan entered the practice area, he noticed something was off. Shubman and Abhishek exchanged a smirk, trying to hide their laughs as Ishan approached.
“Bhai,” Shubman snickered, clapping him on the shoulder, “kya baat hai. Bahut ‘intense’ raat thi kya?” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“Haan haan, maza aaya lagta hai,” Abhishek chimed in, grinning. “Tumhare neck pe toh love mark bhi hai! Tum toh bade romantik nikle, Kishan babu.”
“Kya bakwaas kar rahe ho, yaar? Kahan se aaya yeh sab?” Ishan frowned, looking between them.
Shubman pointed at the bruise-like mark on Ishan’s neck, barely holding back laughter. “Yeh dekho… Proof hai!”
Ishan’s eyes widened as he checked his reflection on his phone screen, immediately spotting the “hickey.” His cheeks turned red. “Arre yaar… Yeh kaise…?”
Before he could figure out what to do, Rohit , Hardik , and Virat walked over, grinning knowingly.
Rohit clapped him on the back, trying to keep a straight face. “Kya baat hai, Kishan! Lagta hai romance mein bhi naya record set karne ka plan hai?”
Hardik smirked, crossing his arms. “Aye, yeh ladka toh humein bilkul bhi nahi batata! Raat ka program tha kya, Ishu?”
“Arre, bas karo yaar,” Ishan stammered, feeling his face burn. “Kuch bhi toh nahi hua… Mera matlab…”
“Main toh keh raha hoon, bhaisahab ne last night acchi bonding ki hai,” Virat teased, raising an eyebrow with a playful smirk.
“Guys, seriously!” Ishan groaned, trying to explain himself, but the boys were having way too much fun. Shubman and Abhishek were in stitches, and even Rohit and Virat couldn’t hide their grins.
Ishan immediately texted Radhika.
Ishan: “RADHIKA! Yeh kya kiya tumne!!”
Radhika: “Just a prank, mere pyaare prankster!”
Ishan: “Ab tumhe pata chalega revenge kya hota hai!”
After training, Ishan stormed back home, still blushing from the day’s teasing. Radhika was waiting, barely containing her laughter.
“You thought you could prank me and get away with it, huh?” he said, trying to look stern.
“Arre, woh toh sirf badla tha! Tumne hi toh start kiya tha, pyaare prankster!” Radhika teased, backing away playfully.
Ishan shook his head, grinning. “Ab main kya karoon tumhare saath, princess?” He grabbed her hand, pulling her close, as Radhika’s laughter filled the room.
This was their love language — teasing, pranking, and laughing together, knowing they could always be their true selves with each other.
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