His Addictive ARCHNEMESIS ~ Ishman

Ch: 13 ~ Hurting Souls

Shubman’s fists charging toward Ishan like a mad man seething in revenge out for blood. Ishan was standing alone in the locker room, and Shubman, towering over him with a death glare, looked ready to unleash a storm.

“You really thought you’d just take the captaincy from me and stroll off like it’s no big deal?” Shubman cracked his knuckles, his face twisted into a sinister grin.

Ishan gulped, trying to back away, but his legs felt like they were glued to the spot. “Listen, Dude, maybe we can… you know, talk this out? Over coffee or… or maybe a protein shake?”

“Oh, I’ll give you a protein shake, that you would remember for years,” Shubman’s voice dripped with venom as he advanced, “One with a side of bruises!”

Before Ishan could blink, Shubman threw a punch square at his face.

SMACK !!

The impact was exaggerated, sending Ishan slipping on his foot, blood oozing down his cut lips mixed with the sweat and the dust raising up with impact of his body hitting the ground in slow motion like a typical action sequence of Hollywood Action Movies.

He stumbled, clutching his jaw, the pain throbbing through his veins.

Shubman’s smirk widened, eyes flashing darkly and with the snide smile like the DEVIL he retorted intimidating ishan, kicking in his guts.

“This is for every time you’ve trash-talked me in front of the team… every stupid prank… every smug smile you’ve given me from across on and off the field”

Shubman lunged, sending Ishan sprawling across the floor. Ishan scrambled, desperate to crawl away, but every time he moved, Shubman was right there, ready with another swing.

“But this is what happens when you double-cross and betray someone's trust!!”

Another swing, and this time, Ishan double downed falling right on his knees and his surrounding visuals getting blured and his head spinning at the same time as he falls on his face struggling to breath.

Shubman lifted him by the collar, ready to deliver a final knockout punch....

Ishan jolted awake, drenched in sweat.

Ishan looked around absorbing his surrounding, to find himself on his dorm. He falls back on bed closing his eyes only to remember... Shubman’s pain filled eyes brimming up with unshead tears staring him back with unspoken questions and hurt.

Ishan took a determined sigh to set things right, no matter whatever it takes—— may be a few broken bones perhaps... he would set things right instead of wallowing in guilt.

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Ishan was surprisingly too early to the ground, restless and fidgety as he sat on the bench, bouncing his knee and rubbing his hands together. His mind was fixed on one thing: making things right with Shubman.

He was ready to answer every question, take whatever Shubman threw his way—yellings, accusations, even fists. He was prepared for it all. Anything to make things right again.

Mayank surprised Ishan with a sudden moment sitting next to him, squeezing him in a tight hug.

Ishan hand flying to his cheek instinctively, where he’d felt the imaginary punch. He blinked around, only to see his stupid friend Mayu hugging squeezing and grinning at him.

“Oye isshkish! You look like a scary shaken kitten,” Mayank chuckled, crossing his arms as he leaned against the bench. “If you’re this jumpy just thinking about him, how are you going to face Shubman in real?”