Little Strom named ishie!
(written by my friend!!)
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Before the Big Match
the Indian cricket team is doing their warm-ups.
But today, they’ve got an extra tiny member running
(read: stomping dramatically) around the pitch.
Cue: Baby Ishan sharma. 2 years old. Powerhouse of sass. Certified Cheeky Muffin. Same baby who called pat Cummins "tall boring men" on ict's live
He’s got fluffy cheeks that are pink like a summer peach, curls bouncing as he toddles after Rohit and Virat, one hand gripping his mini India jersey
(with “45 papa❤️ 18 dada” on the back), the other waving angrily.
“NOOOO Papa! Dadaaa! I go toooo! NO BYE BYE!!”
Rohit, in full captain mode (but lowkey melting), squats down and picks up the fussy fluffball mid-stomp.
Rohit: “Ishie, we gotta play, champ. You gotta chill with uncle Rahul on the side, hmm?”
Ishan frowns aggressively, puffs up his cheeks like an angry marshmallow
Ishie : “Nuh-uh. I NO chill. I GO pitchy. I hit too. I pow pow da ball!”
Virat’s jogging over now, already looking like he’s this close to crying from cuteness overload.
Virat softly laughing “You ‘pow pow’ the ball, huh? With what, your teddy bat?”
Ishan crosses arms
“Yuh-huh. Bearbat strong. Papa no win me.”
The team around them starts chuckling, KL Rahul snapping sneaky pics already like a proud uncle.
Hardik’s whispering, “Tell me this kid doesn’t run the entire dressing room.”
Meanwhile, Rohit’s trying real hard not to kiss his baby’s forehead for the 500th time this morning.
Rohit: “Okay, okay boss man, how about you sit here with your snacks and after match, you can run around with us?”
Ishan: dramatic gasp “BRIBE?! PAPA DO A CRIMIE! CRIMIE!”
Everyone bursts out laughing.
Kohli’s doubled over. The poor cameramen filming for pre-match reels are literally shaking.
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Cut to: Commentary Box, a few mins later
Commentator: “Well, it seems we had a little delay before the toss. Looks like someone very tiny wasn’t ready to let go of our captain and vice-captain today.”
Cue screen flash: baby Ishie in Rohit’s arms, glaring at the camera like a fluffy mafia boss.
India just slayed the match. Rohit dropped a captain’s knock, Virat danced through the field and Ishie?
He’s now being passed around like the team’s lucky charm.
Cut to: Team India dressing room
Laughter.
High-fives.
Shoes flying somewhere.
But all the attention? Squarely on one very fluffy-cheeked dictator in a tiny India jersey — Ishie.
He’s got one sock on, biscuit crumbs on his lips, and he’s currently climbing Bumrah’s lap like a monkey.
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