𐙚Ishman Melodies

luck or hardwork?🎭

"Some mistakes get made
That's alright, that's okay"

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It was a bright afternoon as the Indian team prepared for the ODI series opener against a strong opposition.

India had lost an early wicket. The team management decided to send Ishan in at number three—a perfect opportunity for him to anchor the innings and prove his worth yet again.

Hardik place his hands on ishan's shoulder .

Hardik : All the best ishu, we're here for you give your best.

*he said and pressed a kiss on his forhead*

Ishan gave a faint smile, taking a deep breath before walking onto the field.

Ishan played cautiously at first, focusing on building a partnership. Slowly his confidence grew as he found the gaps.

rotating the strike and smashing a couple of boundaries.

Ishan was in full flow. He drove, pulled, The dressing room erupted when he brought up his fifty with a sublime cover drive.

Rohit : *pats his shoulder* Kya shot tha, Ishu! Aaj toh pata nahi kya khaya hai tune

Virat : Class innings, Ishan! Bas yahi intent chahiye. Keep it going

Hardik : aise khelte raha toh mujhe chutti pe jana padega

shubman : ap log ka hogya ho toh main  bhi hug karlu

Rohit : karle bhai bina kare tujhe raha kaha jayega

It was shubman's comment that made  grin the most, and he playfully held out his arms,

Ishu : Aaja
he said.

shubman instantly wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug.

The locker room burst into laughter, teasing them as the two young players embraced.

Rohit : Chal ab nikal
Rohit said, shooing them off with a grin.

shubman chuckled, ruffling Ishan's hair before letting him go. He gave him a final clap on the back and said,

" aiese hi Khelna"

ishan : Haan haan, ab ja
he said, pushing shubman away with a laugh.

shubman grinned and made a show  letting go, backing away with his hands in surrender.

"Theek hai, theek hai," he teased.

"Jaa, pehle bat ko thama aur kisi ka dil bhi"

"Pagal"

After the post-match celebrations and media obligations, Ishan and Shubman finally retired to their shared room.

Shubman was sprawled on the bed, scrolling through memes, while Ishan sat by the window, lost in thought.

shubman : kya hua ishu? Kya soch raha hai?

shubman : ishu...ishu?

Ishan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

Ishan : Bas… ek ajeeb pressure hai. Matlab, fifty maaro, phir bhi lagta hai ki kuch nahi badlega. Har match mein kuch prove karna padta hai. Kabhi kabhi sochta hoon ki yeh sab chhod doon.

shubman : yeh sab sochna normal hai. Pressure sab pe hota hai. Par tune jo kiya hai na aaj, woh proof hai ki tu deserve karta hai. Log kya bolte hain, uski tension mat le. Bas khud ko yaad dila ki tu kyun khelta hai.