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This is an Bl Oneshots book on the Indian Cricket Team
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"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
Surya stopped in his tracks.
He was on his way to a nice dinner after winning the first t20 against South Africa, but now he has to manage these idiot kids of his.
His respect for Rohit did increase in such situations.
Because how the fuck does Rohit manage the grown ass kids in his team when Surya can't even manage the little debuting boys as a captain.
He sighed as he entered the room with caution. He had already mentally prepared himself for the worst.
But no
The scene inside was way worse.
Ravi Bishnoi stood alone at the edge of the bed, a large watermelon in front of him. His grip was firm on the stick, and his eyes were focused, not on the fruit, but on something deeper—his own frustrations.
"Ahhhhhhhh" Bishnoi let out a warrior yell before jumping from the bed and striking a blow on the watermelon with his stick.
"Again, Ravi?" Surya Kumar Yadav's voice broke through the silence, his tone half-amused, half-puzzled.
He had seen Ravi practice his warrior skills near the field yesterday too.
Ravi didn't look up, he once again swung his stick in a precise arc, cracking the watermelon open with a resounding thud this time.
He felt a strange satisfaction, but it didn't last.
His breathing was steady, a hallmark of Ravi's calm nature, but inside, there was a storm.
Arshdeep, his best friend, his confidante, had always been there for him—both on and off the field. But lately, Ravi had found it increasingly harder to stay composed.
Every time he caught Arshdeep's smile, or heard his voice filled with warmth, his heart would race in a way that made him feel vulnerable, exposed.
"Ravi?"
Ravi froze, the stick hovering in midair. He turned around to see Sky , his teammate, watching him curiously from a distance.
"What's going on?" Surya raised an eyebrow. "Why are you attacking that watermelon like it's your worst enemy?"
"This is Arshdeep," Ravi said flatly, gesturing at the split fruit with the stick. "I'm trying to break him open, but he won't get the message. No matter how hard I try."
Surya stared at Ravi, a frown forming on his face. "You're hitting a watermelon with a stick because of Arshdeep?"
Ravi let out a frustrated sigh and looked up at Surya, his calm demeanor betraying a deep-seated frustration. "It's not about the watermelon. It's about him. He's my best friend, and I... I don't know how to get him to see what I feel. I keep dropping hints, but he doesn't notice. It's like he doesn't know, or worse, like he doesn't care."
