Finally T^T

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*Amidst the camaraderie of the team and the rhythm of practice sessions, Shubman continued his persistent pursuit of Ishan. Every conversation seemed to veer towards Shubman's attempts to ask Ishan out on a date, much to the amusement and occasional cringe of their teammates.*

Mayank: (teasingly) Shubman, give it a rest, mate. Ishan's not going to say yes just because you ask him out for the hundredth time.

Shubman: (grinning) Hey, you miss a hundred percent of the shots you don't take, right?

Yuzi: (rolling eyes) Yeah, but there's such a thing as being too persistent, Shubman.

*Amidst the banter and occasional eye rolls from their teammates, Ishan couldn't help but sigh at Shubman's unwavering determination. Each time Shubman brought up the topic of a date, Ishan's response remained consistent – a polite deflection and a subtle hint that he wasn't quite ready.*

Ishan: (sighing) Shubman, can we focus on cricket for now? We've got a match coming up, remember?

Shubman: (grinning) Of course, cricket first, romance later. Got it.

*As the banter continued and the practice sessions progressed, Shubman's persistent pursuit of Ishan became a running joke among the team, adding a lighthearted touch to their interactions amidst the intensity of their cricketing endeavors.*

*As the practice session continued, Shubman set aside his usual flirtatious banter and focused seriously on his cricketing skills, determined to excel on the field. Meanwhile, Ishan took a break from the intensity of practice and found himself sitting alone on the grass field, gazing at Shubman with a mixture of admiration and longing.*

Mayank: (whispering, tapping Ishan's shoulder) What's on your mind, Ishan?

Ishan: (startled, turning to Mayank) Oh, hey Mayank. Just taking a break.

Mayank: (noticing Ishan's distant gaze) You were staring at Shubman pretty intensely there.

Ishan: (forcing a casual tone) Was I? Didn't realize.

Mayank: (sitting beside Ishan) You know, it's okay if you like him too.

Ishan: (defensive) Like him? Who said anything about liking anyone? I don't like anyone.

*Mayank's gentle words cut through Ishan's defenses, and he felt the weight of unspoken emotions pressing down on him. Tears welled up in his eyes as he struggled to contain the turmoil within.*

Mayank: (softly) It's okay, Ishan. I can see it, and I think Shubman sees it too. He really likes you.

*With Mayank's words hanging in the air, Ishan's head dropped, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions he had been suppressing for so long. The unspoken tension between him and Shubman lingered, waiting for the moment when the truth would finally be acknowledged.*

*In the quiet solitude of the cricket field, Ishan finally opened up to Mayank about the tangled web of emotions he had been grappling with.*

Ishan: (tears streaming down his face) Mayank, I... I like Shubman too.

Mayank: (surprised but understanding) Then why don't you just say yes to him, dude?

Ishan: (voice trembling) Because I'm scared, Mayank. I'm scared that if I say yes, it'll only bring trouble. I've seen how the media and trolls can tear someone down, and I don't want Shubman to go through that. I care about him too much to let him suffer because of me.

*With a heavy heart, Ishan curled up, wrapping his legs around himself as he buried his face in his knees. Mayank, at a loss for words, moved closer and enveloped Ishan in a comforting hug.*

Mayank: (softly) Hey, it's okay. Don't overthink it. We'll figure it out together. Shubman cares about you, Ishan. And I'm here for you too, no matter what happens.

*As Mayank gently patted Ishan's head, the weight of their unspoken fears and desires hung heavy in the air. But in that moment, amidst the uncertainty, there was solace in the warmth of their friendship and the promise of support in the face of whatever challenges lay ahead.*

*With Ishan in a fragile state, Mayank knew it was best to take him back to their room where he could rest without any distractions. As they settled in, Ishan's tears continued to flow, his emotions too raw to contain.*

Mayank: (stroking Ishan's hair gently) It's okay, Ishan. Let it out. I'm here for you.

*Ishan's sobs gradually subsided as exhaustion took over, and soon he drifted into a fitful sleep. Mayank, ever the caretaker, tucked a blanket around Ishan and watched over him with a sense of protectiveness.*

*As Mayank prepared to leave the room, Shubman arrived, his face etched with concern from his intense practice session. Sensing the tension in the air, Shubman approached Mayank with a question.*

Shubman: (concerned) Is Ishan okay?

Mayank: (nodding) Yeah, he's just had a rough day. He needs some rest. Take care of him, Shubman.

*With a nod of understanding, Mayank left the room, leaving Shubman alone with the sleeping Ishan. Shubman's gaze softened as he looked upon Ishan's peaceful face, a surge of tenderness swelling within him.*

*Brushing a stray hair from Ishan's forehead, Shubman couldn't help but smile at the sight of him. With a gentle touch, he whispered*

Shubman : I love you Ishan

*His heart skipping a beat as he leaned down to press a tender kiss to Ishan's forehead.*

*Blushing at his own boldness, Shubman lingered by Ishan's side, his mind swirling with a whirlwind of emotions. As he watched over Ishan, a sense of protectiveness and longing washed over him, igniting a spark of hope in his heart for the possibility of something more between them.*

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Hahahahahha finally so bold of me writing it without any tension of exams.
Let's cry together now i hate myself idek where the storyline is going let's continue with the flow for rn.
baiyee