What after That?

Ch 60.

And that's how Ishan found himself reluctantly standing on the cricket field during the club’s selection hunt, with his ever-enthusiastic supporter and friend Aarav tagging along.

Aarav was practically bouncing with excitement, while Ishan looked like he’d rather be anywhere else.

On the other hand, Shubman, the ever-responsible vice-captain of the cricket club, was initially in his element.

He was observing the participants, sipping on juice, and maintaining an aura of authority.

That is, until his eyes landed on Ishan walking onto the field.

Shubman almost choked on his drink.

His eyes widened as he took in Ishan’s outfit—those white shorts paired with a simple tee—and his heart did an unsolicited flip.

He blinked, completely forgetting where he was, and a goofy smile spread across his face.

Hey bhagwan... itni Khushi... itni Khushi mujhe aaj tak nahi huii

Meanwhile, Ishan, who had already caught Shubman staring, rolled his eyes so hard they might’ve fallen out.

"Why is he staring like some drunk, wasted man? Ek second... kahin yeh yahan aake peena toh nahi seekh gaya?" he thought to himself, glaring at Shubman.

But Shubman was oblivious to the daggers Ishan was mentally throwing his way.

He was still smiling like a fool, practically glowing at the sight of him.

Aarav, standing beside Ishan, couldn’t help but notice the blatant favoritism.

Shubman walked over to the club captain and president with an air of nonchalance that barely masked his ulterior motives.

Ishan can see across the nets that Shubman is upto something. He always is, and now how he will let the opportunity of getting under his skin go.

" Pata nahi kya bol raha hai..

Hey Krishna.. thodi to daya karo.. aise dushto se bachaho!" He prayed muttering.

The senior members exchanged confused glances as Shubman, who was usually all about maintaining distance and professionalism, suddenly volunteered to help out with evaluating the juniors.

“Tu kab se itna helpful ban gaya?” the captain asked suspiciously.

Shubman shrugged, flashing a charming smile. “Bas socha juniors ko encourage karna chahiye.”

The president raised an eyebrow but eventually nodded. “Theek hai, jaa.”

With a sheet and pen in hand, Shubman made his way toward the participants. His focus, however, was fixed on just one: Ishan.

Ishan stood in his stance, trying to focus on the task at hand, but he could feel the weight of Shubman’s gaze on him.

His irritation bubbled up as Shubman approached, grinning like he’d just won the lottery.

“Hi baby…” Shubman greeted, his tone teasing and playful.

Ishan’s head snapped toward him, his eyes narrowing. “Kya bola?”

“Baby,” Shubman repeated with more emphasis, clearly enjoying himself.

Ishan let out an exasperated huff, gripping his bat tighter. “Ye baby mat bulao…

nahi toh mera bat tumhara bum tod dega… fir Rona babyyyy. Ki hi tarah.”

Instead of being deterred, Shubman smirked and leaned closer, standing behind Ishan.