“Eyes chico, never lies”
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It was a bright morning in Mumbai. Ishu groaned, rolled up in the fluffy hotel blanket, his face buried into the pillow.
“Uth jaa, chhota bacche ho kya?” came Hardik’s voice, way too energetic for 8:00 AM.
He yanked the blanket off with one swift motion.
“Bhaiiii!” Ishan whined, curling up like a cat, squinting at the sunlight peeking through the curtains.
“Just five more minutes. I swear.”
Hardik stood there, arms crossed, wearing his MI practice tee, already laced up and ready.
“Match day hai, chhoti bacchi. We’re not missing breakfast today. Especially you. You get hangry.”
Ishan sat up, rubbing his eyes. “I don’t get hangry. I get… mildly annoyed.”
“Yeah sure. Tell that to the poor room service guy you almost murdered yesterday 'cause your toast was cold,” Hardik deadpanned, tossing him his MI jersey.
“Not my fault he brought it cold, yaar.” Ishan pouted, stretching like a sleepy kitten. “Also… today we’re playing RCB…”
Hardik caught the slight change in his tone. “And?”
Ishan avoided his gaze, pretending to search for socks. “And Krunal bhai is there…”
Hardik raised a brow. “Toh?”
“Toh…” Ishan bit his lip, muttering under his breath, “He’s scary when he bowls…”
“Kya bola?” Hardik asked, a teasing smile forming on his face.
“I said he’s scary, okay! He bowls like he wants to break the stumps and my soul.”
Hardik laughed. “Tu toh full cartoon hai. He’s not that bad.”
“He literally gave me death glare last match after I hit him for a six!” Ishan flailed his arms. “Mujhe laga woh pitch pe hi daant dega.”
Hardik walked over, ruffling his hair. “Krunal is like that with everyone, Ishu. Don’t take it personally. He still cares about you.”
“He has a weird way of showing it then…” Ishan muttered, pulling his hoodie over his head. “Also… please don’t leave me alone when he’s around.”
Hardik chuckled. “Tu match ke liye nervous hai ya uske liye?”
Ishan blinked innocently. “Thoda dono…”
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Scene cut: Breakfast Hall – 9:30 AM
Ishan and Hardik were seated together, munching on toast and sipping on juice. Ishan, still yawning, kept glancing nervously toward the RCB table.
Hardik smirked. “Don’t worry. Bhai abhi busy hai. He’s not gonna come here and bowl you over mid-bite.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised,” Ishan whispered dramatically, “He once stared at me for a full 10 seconds after I dropped his catch in a friendly.”
Hardik rolled his eyes playfully. “Drama queen.”
“Protection chahiye mujhe. Bhai ho toh protect karo,” Ishan said, clutching his juice like it was a stress ball.
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