The Chocolate Boy (Book One)

Chapter 15: MI: Mission Impression - Grand Finale

I'm sorry guys but I'll not be continuing this story anymore. I'm really really really very sorry to make this announcement but what to do, I have no other choice.

Just keep on scrolling.

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This is not the cake Ishan and Tuhin made. I just found it online and it was so pretty that I had to share. The name of the website is also there in the pic. If you wanna try it out, go on!! I'm sure, Harsha will love to.

But on one condition. I want to taste that pretty thing. Yum!! Slurp! Slurp! My mouth's already watering.... Ma! Make me this cake, na!!!

Oh, an important thing. There had been a few Bengali words in the last update. For those who didn't get the meaning (I bet all of you) here's the translation :-

"Ashbo ma'am?"
(May I come in, ma'am?)

"Esho. Tomar uposthiti diye amader dhonyo koro."
(Come. Honour us with your presence.)

That's it. MyDreamCatcher77 See, Bengali is not so difficult!

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Chapter 15: MI: Mission Impression - The Grand Finale

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"Stop thinking about it so much. You heard what the selector said."

"Yeah yeah, I hadn't played that well. Maybe I'll play better next year," I argued.

"NO!" Ishan looked irritated. "He said that you were excellent! He took the older boys because they won't be getting the chance to play Under-19 if they couldn't make the team this year. You still have a year left! You are going there next year, I'm sure!"

I just shrugged. I had hoped so much to go to the camp. Sure the selector had said all that and Coach had held me tight to his chest till I felt breathless, I was still sad and somewhat angry.

"Hey, smile!" Ishan's long fingers tried to pull my lips upward but when they failed, they attacked my ribs.

I tried hard not to laugh but couldn't hold it back anymore.

Laughing hard, I tried to pry his hands away from my body but my efforts went in vain. He wouldn't stop.

"No," he laughed and said when I reached out to his ribs. "No. Don't you dare tickle me!"

Who cares?

I started tickling him, and he laughed hard, throwing his head backwards.

At long last, I calmed down, Ishan still bursting out in laughter after every ten seconds or so.

I smiled at him. "Stop laughing in installments!"

"Just stop tickling me!"

"I'm not even tickling you!"

"Oh really?" He creaked an eye open. "I still feel ticklish."

We sat there in silence, him staring off in the space and me looking at my MoM trophy with utmost interest.

"Guess I should head home. And you too," I said at last, realising that I was reeking of sweat.

"Yeah. 6 o' clock, at my place."