THEM 'Ishman'

The century kiss

Here, I am with an updateeee........... I don't know how it is but yeahhhh *confetti confetti*

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The stadium buzzed with electric energy, the roars of fans echoing under the clear, cloudless sky.

 Flags waved, chants rose and fell like waves, and the air shimmered with the unrelenting excitement of a high-stakes match. 

Fans poured in from every corner, eager to see their favorite players shine. 

But one player stood out among them all: Shubman Gill, the golden boy and prince of Indian cricket.

As Shubman stepped onto the field, all eyes were on him, but his focus was locked elsewhere.

 Today wasn't just another game. 

Today, Shubman had a secret source of inspiration sitting quietly in the stands—someone who made his heart race faster than any bowler ever could, his baby luck.

Ishan.

Ishan had come to watch him play, and not as just another fan. 

He was there as his Ishan, the person Shubman adored more than anything else. 

Ishan wasn't one for crowds or the chaotic buzz of stadiums, but today was different. 

Today, he had made a quiet but bold gesture that sent Shubman's heart soaring: he wore Shubman's jersey.

The oversized garment hung loosely on Ishan's petite frame, the bold "GILL 77" on the back looking far too big for him. 

Yet, to Shubman, it was perfect. 

When he had first spotted Ishan during warm-ups, sitting tucked in a corner of the stands, his heart had skipped several beats.

Ishan sat with his head slightly ducked, trying to make himself invisible in the sea of bustling fans.

 His hands nervously clutched the edge of the jersey, fidgeting with the fabric as though the attention it garnered was overwhelming.

 His cheeks were tinged pink, his shy eyes darting around. 

But the moment their gazes met, Ishan froze.

Shubman's face broke into the brightest grin, one that made even his teammates glance at him in confusion. 

Without hesitation, he raised a hand in an enthusiastic wave, his happiness as clear as day.

 Ishan, startled, offered the smallest of smiles in return, lifting his hand for a tentative wave before quickly looking away, his blush deepening. 

He was shy, painfully so, and Shubman loved him all the more for it.

The match began, but Shubman's mind was firmly stuck on Ishan. 

Every time he hit a boundary or ran sharply between the wickets, he would sneak a glance at the stands, hoping to catch a glimpse of Ishan's reaction. 

And each time, he was rewarded with the most heart-melting expressions—wide eyes full of awe, nervous claps, and shy little smiles that made Shubman feel invincible.

When Shubman reached his half-century, his confidence was sky-high.

 But his sights were set on more than just runs today. 

He wanted a century. 

Not just for his team, but for the one person who mattered most.

Meanwhile, Ishan's heart raced for reasons entirely unrelated to the match.