"I mean you two are practically attached at the hip. If it's about cricketing stuff and you don't wanna tell me then at least talk to him." Shahneel's voice crackles through the phone. Shubman doesn't like where the conversation's heading and he's too exhausted to argue about it. "Uh yeah sure, anyways I gotta go I'll call you later", Shubman pockets his phone and sighs audibly. He presses his palms against his eyelids and flops back on his bed. Ishan's just a friend. How can people jest about them being together romantically? Unfortunately his unconscious mind betrays him that very night. It takes one dream of Ishan in a very comprising state, cheeks flushed and eyes glazed for Shubman to wake up, with his heartbeat racing like he just finished a marathon. Shubman thinks he's well and truly fucked.