Shubman Gill awoke with a sense of unparalleled satisfaction, his usual morning grogginess replaced by an unusual clarity. The sunlight streaming through the curtains seemed warmer, and a contented smile played on his lips as he stretched lazily. It was a mystery, a great sleep that he couldn't give credit to anything.

As he became more aware of his surroundings, Shubman noticed Ishan Kishan sleeping on the bed.He refused to gave any credit to the sleeping man beside him for his good sleep or good mood.

Shubman got up,freshen up, made Himself a strong coffee and sat on the sofa across the bed and started catching up all the to-do list.

Ishan slowly opened his eyes, greeted by the harsh sunlight that pierced through the curtains. His head throbbed with the unmistakable pain of a hangover, and as he tried to sit up, he noticed the unfamiliar surroundings of the hotel room. Confusion set in, and he instinctively scanned the room for clues.

Across the room, on a sofa, Shubman Gill was peacefully scrolling his phone and sipping his morning coffee. Ishan's memories from the previous night began to trickle in little– the party, the alcohol-fueled confrontation, and the unexpected turn of events.But he couldn't remember after that.He looked around, realizing he was in a different outfit, his shirts mysteriously missing.

"What in the world happened last night?"-Ishan mumbled to himself, his voice a raspy whisper. He rubbed his temples, trying to piece together the events that led to this peculiar situation.

Shubman kept the phone, slowly looking up. His eyes met Ishan's,"What are you doing here? And where am I?"-Ishan was confused.

Shubman, in a teasing mood, grinned. "Ah, you don't remember? I kidnapped you for forgiveness. You know, the usual way to settle disagreements.You have to forgive if you want freedom."

Ishan blinked, trying to process the information. "Kidnapped? Seriously?"

Shubman chuckled at Ishan's bewildered expression. "Nah, just kidding. You had a bit too much to drink, and I couldn't leave you stranded. So, I brought you here. No kidnapping involved.But I won't let you go until you unblock me and verbally say you accept my apology."

Ishan sighed in relief. "Thank goodness. For a moment, I thought I'd be reporting a cricket star's kidnapping to the police."-he replied sarcastically.

Shubman playfully nudged him. "Would've been a great story for the newspapers, though."

As they bantered, Ishan glanced around the room, realizing he was in different clothes. "Wait, why am I wearing your hoodie? What happened to my shirts?"

"I changed your clothes to something more comfortable – my hoodie, of course – and saved your shirts from the hangover aftermath."

Ishan raised an eyebrow, "Saved my shirts? What did we do, a fashion show?"

Shubman chuckled, "Not exactly.But worry not, your shirts are safe and sound. I'll return them to you with honor."

Ishan shook his head,"I never thought I'd wake up in a cricket star's hoodie, missing shirts, and discussing a hangover war. This is unreal."

Shubman, enjoying the banter, added, "Well, life is full of surprises, isn't it? You never know when a casual party turns into a legendary hangover war with Shubman Gill as your host."

Ishan laughed, "Legendary hangover war, huh? Should I be proud or worried?"

Shubman shrugged, "A bit of both, perhaps. But hey, at least you got a great sleep"

Ishan, still groggy from the hangover, decided it was time to freshen up. He excused himself, headed to the bathroom, and took a moment to assess the situation in front of the mirror. As he washed his face, the memories of the previous night replayed in his mind like a blurry film.

After getting ready, Ishan, now wearing Shubman's hoodie, emerged from the bathroom. Shubman, still sitting on the sofa, looked up with a playful grin. "Feeling better?"

Ishan chuckled, "Well, as good as one can feel after a hangover. But seriously,thank you for the help.Was I much bother?"

"No,no.Not at all.Do you remember everything from last night?"-Shubman asked.

" No,not everything, specially after party kuch yaad nehi hain."

"Oh,So you don’t remember anything you said or did after the party?"

Was it disappointment in Shubman's voice? Ishan thought.

"Did I say or do something embarrassing"-Ishan asked horrified.

" Not at all"-Shubman assured with a genuine smile.

As Ishan gathered his belongings to head back to his hotel, he realized the engineer team was leaving for Mumbai the next day. Their project was successfully completed, marking the end of their collaboration with the Gujarat Titan.

"I have to go, Shubman. Thank you for everything you did for me," Ishan said appreciatively.

Shubman, sensing Ishan's departure, offered him a lift with his car. "Come on, Ishan. I'll drop you off. It's the least I can do after everything I did to you."

"Don't keep mentioning them. I don’t hold grudges," Ishan assured with a friendly smile.

"So truce?" Shubman's face lit up.

"Sure," Ishan agreed, and they made their way to the car.

As they drove towards Ishan's hotel, the conversation between Shubman and Ishan flowed effortlessly. Shubman couldn't help but be surprised by the easy camaraderie that seemed to be developing.

"So, Ishan, what's life like in the engineering world?" Shubman asked, genuinely curious.

Ishan chuckled, "Well, it's a bit less glamorous than the cricket world, I must say. But we have our own kind of victories."

Shubman grinned, "I can imagine. Winning over complex equations and structures, right?"

Ishan nodded, "Exactly. And what about you? What's it like being a cricket star?"

Shubman leaned back, "Well, there's a lot of travel, practice, and of course, the pressure of performing. But I wouldn't trade it for anything."

Ishan laughed, "I can see the passion in your eyes when you talk about it. It's inspiring."

As they continued chatting, Shubman felt a connection building, a bridge between two worlds that seemed vastly different yet oddly similar in their pursuit of excellence.

Upon reaching the hotel, Shubman turned to Ishan, "Take care, Ishan. And remember, you're always welcome to survive another legendary night if you want."

Ishan shook his head, "I'll pass on the legendary hangovers, but thanks for the offer."

The next day, both teams found themselves on the same flight back to Mumbai. Shubman and Ishan, despite their initial differences, discovered a shared sense of humor and connection. The tension from the hangover night had transformed into a playful banter, and the flight became a journey of laughter, shared stories, and newfound friendship.

As Shubman and Ishan reached the airport, the cricketers were greeted by the hustle and bustle of paparazzi, eager to capture every moment of the cricketers' lives.

On the other hand,Sid,was waiting for Ishan with an air of nervous excitement.

As Sid approached Ishan, there was a twinkle in his eye, and he held something behind his back.

"Hi,Sid!What are you doing here?"-Ishan was surprised but happy to see him.

"I have something for you"

"Okay,Let's go take a taxi first"

"No,wait"

"Yeah?"

"Ishan," Sid began, a nervous smile on his face, "we've been through thick and thin together. And now, I want to take our journey to the next level."

The people nearby, sensing a proposal, whistled and clapped, capturing the cricketers' attention.

The paparazzi, quick to recognize Ishan as the one linked with Shubman in recent trends, snapped photos to craft a compelling narrative.

Shubman,who was also witnessing the incident,initially in a fantastic mood, suddenly sensed a change in his mood.

Ishan, caught off guard, stammered, "What's happening, Sid?"

With a flourish, Sid revealed a small bouquet of red rose from behind his back, containing a glistening ring.

"Ishan Kishan, will you be my boyfriend.?"