Undressing the Captain

One was India's rising star.
The other, Australia's cold, unreachable captain.

Abhishek Sharma never imagined sharing a jersey with Pat Cummins, let alone a connection deeper than the ocean between them.

But fate-and the IPL-had other plans.

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He was the captain. Calm. Collected. Completely out of my league.
And yet, I couldn't stop wondering what his hands would feel like without the gloves.

Pat Cummins-Australia's golden boy. The man India loved to hate.
And the one who now shared my team, my air.

We weren't supposed to want each other. But wanting turned into watching. Watching turned into touching. And now that he's got his hands on me, I don't think he's letting go.