AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Maine bola tha ki dusre couples nahi aane waale, but Abhiyank ke bina main adhura hun! 🥺🥹😭

Yeh timeline "Chhoti si Chiraiya" aur "Ocean" ke beech ka hai...

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That is to say, all this time that Shen Qinqqiu has been mentoring Luo Binghe, he has already experienced the punishment to kneel at the gate incident, Qing Jing peak disciples brawl incident, being 'contrary' to shizun incident, breaking the device and sentencing to hard work incident... and so on, on this kind of glorious track."

Mayank chuckled as Abhi finished reading the last paragraph of the second chapter of SVSSS. "Shen Yuan ki toh watt lag gayi!" "Hmmm. Usne socha hi nahi hoga ki ek web-novel par comment karne se aisa fas jayega. Agla chapter start kare?" The elder got up from where he was half laying on Abhi, the both of them lounging on the sofa, that peaceful evening. "Nahi, dinner ke baad." The bowler gave him a peck on the nose as he went to the kitchen. Within a few minutes, the younger could hear chopping noises. He followed them, to find his shauhar dicing veggies on the board. Paneer was out of the fridge. "Navratan korma bana rahe hai?" "Hmm, cupcake. Tumhari tabiyat thik nahi hai na, you need all your vitamins, minerals and proteins." "Haye mere sapno ke rajkumar! Aap jaisa pati kitne janmo ke punya ke baad mila hai mujhe!" Mayank felt himself hugged from the behind as Abhi rested his head on his shoulder. He laughed heartily. 

"Aaj achanak se kya ho gaya meri raani ko?" "Kuchh nahi..." "Abhi, tum room main jaake aaram karo, main tumhe ek ghante main bulata hun." He was hugged tighter, "Nahi. Mujhe aapke saath rehna hai!" His baby whined. "Achha baba, thik hai!" He gave Abhi a forehead kiss, and said, "Toh jaake kitchen island pe baith jao. Tumse spices ka dhuya sehen nahi hota na?" "Hmmm." The younger gave him a soft kiss on the neck and settled himself on the aforementioned place, mesmerized by the beauty of his boyfriend who traversed the kitchen as easily as he handled his bowling. "Bhagwaan ji, mereko iss khushi se kabhi vanchit na karna, yeh ek hi vinti hai aapse!" He prayed in his mind, before returning to ogle his man. 

"Umm, smell toh bohot achhi aa rahi hai!" Abhay praised as the delectable aroma of the delicacy hit his nose. "Abhi toh chadhaya hai! Ruko, jald hi ban jayega! Bachcho jaise harkate maat karo!" Mayank loved seeing his beloved so jolly, laughing so easily, giving the sweetest smiles as he pranced around the kitchen, impatient for the food to be cooked. "Dulhan, muh kholo zara!" The all-rounder was surprised when Mayank stuffed a piece of seasoned and fried paneer into his mouth. "Spice thik hai?" "Thoda sweetener daalo na!" "Tumko doctor ne kam sweets khaane ko bola tha na!" He tried to glare, but the cute pout melted away all the resolve he had. The bowler tried his last resort. He leaned in to place a sweet kiss on the corner of his boyfriend's lips. "Yeh chup chaap khaa loge, toh saari raat aisi sweet kisses dunga." Abhi hummed, "Ab kisses ke liye bhi sauda karna padega, Mr. Markhande?" 

The rice cooker beeped just then. Mayank gave him another kiss, this time on the cheek. "Mrs. Markhande, jaake baith jaiye! Aapka khaana tayyar hai." Abhi pouted as he took his seat on the high stool. The elder came a few minutes later, a plate of rice with a good portion of navratan korma on it. It was teeming with paneer. The younger asked skeptically, "Saare paneer mereko de diye kya?" "Nahi baba! Mere liye abhi bohot hai!" Abhi tried to take the plate but Mayank refused, "Aaj meri dulhan ko apne haathon se khilaunga." He lovingly mixed the food and took a small bite sized niwala, before blowing on it. "Dhyaan se, garam hai!" But his starfish had already choked. "Khaate khaate dusri cheezon ke baare main sochne ko mana kiya na!" "Cough, cough! Aa-aapke alawa kisi aur baare main soch sakta hun bhala?" Mayank handed him a glass of water while rubbing his back, glaring, "Zyaada cute banne ki koshish maat karo!" His fake anger did not last long as they had their dinner, more like the elder fed his cupcake, before having his own dinner and left all the cleaning for their house help. 

Mayank tackled Abhi into bed, attacking his lips. "Aapko takleef nahi hoti, mere saath bina sweeteners ka khaana khaane?" The younger received wet kisses along his jaw, "Tumhi mere zindagi ki mithas ho... Tum saath ho toh main sirf salad khaake guzara kar lun!" He saw the rosy tint bloom across his peony. "Aish! Aaj achanak se itne romantic ka-kaise ho gaye!" The younger breathed heavily as cold hands crept inside his shirt, massaging his smooth, milky skin. "Oh babe! I became romantic the moment I saw you... You're my muse." The statement was punctuated by a smooch on his cheek. Abhi laughed, entangling his fingers in Mayank's hair. "Baobei?" "Hmmm." The younger whispered in his ear, "Wanna do 'pa pa pa' tonight!" He blushed furiously as the other put off the lights and opened the blinds, letting moonlight fill the room. "Yeh kya kiya?" "Doesn't 'pa pa pa' in the moonlight sound better, starfish?" And soon, their bodies acknowledged the entanglement of their souls, as it became hard to distinguish where one ended and the other began...

AUTHOR'S NOTE: 

This next part is again in the normal timeline, skipping one week. I needed a match scene, but I know shit about cricket... So, here goes nothing!

Tension rose in the stadium as Mumbai Indians set a target of 269 for the Gujarat Titans. Ishan had been a banger, a whole 110 to his name in just 80 balls, but there was a certain giraffe who had caught his next attempt of a sixer. The pocket dynamo huffed as  he discussed with his brothers. "Bhaiya, aap chinta maat karo, giraffe ko mujhpar chhod do! Usko main dekh lunga!" SKY and Hardik shared a look of mischief. The GT team started well off with Shubman opening with Sai Sundaram, but Ishan being the champ he was, stumped three batsmen off the crease. This should have been a good thing, shouldn't it? During their drinks break, Hardik and SKY called Ishu. The captain asked him in a no nonsense tone, "Ishu, tu kya MI ke liye khel raha hai, ki GT ke?" "Bhaiya! Yeh kya nonsense hai!" Ishu seemed hurt at the allegation, but the only sane member of ICT, aka SKY handled the situation. 

"Hardik, tu chup kar! Ishu beta, please stop ogling your guy's ass, though I have to admit from the slips that he has a fabulous one, but not during the match, ok? Thoda scoreboard pe bhi gaur farmaiye?" Ishan sheepishly grinned, "Main sambhal lunga! Shubman Gill aaj century nahi maarne waale... Maine bhi jadu tona sikh liya hai!" He winked and went off as the break got over. The commentator announced, "10 overs ke baad GT ka score hai 150-3. Unke captain Shubman Gill, apna nickname prove kar rahe hai! Ki wahi Indian Cricket ke bhawishya hai! Yeh humare Kungfu Pandya apni position lete hue!" The his partner continued, "Par yeh kya? Aisa lagta hai, humare Pocket Dynamo aur Shubman ke bich kuchh baatein ho rahi hai!" "Haan, mujhe toh beete hue kal ki yaad aa gayi, jab inke banter se fanpages bhare rehte..." "Yeh MI ke 11th over ki pehle gend! Gill thode hichkichaye aur yeh kya!"

The crowd went crazy as Shubman got out on bold, but what was this? Both Shubman and Ishan called for DRS together! The commentators were confused as hell. "Cricket ke itihaas main pehli baar! Dono teams ne ek saath DRS maangi hai!" "But yeh toh clean bold tha! Well, jaise aap dekh sakte hai, umpires bhi hum sab ke tarah hi confused hai, par dekhte hai ki stump mic kya kehta hai!" The stump mic as usual blew everyone's mind. Why the hell did they start it from the moment Hardik took his position?! The voices were a bit scratchy, but it could be clearly discerned. The spectators' jaw opened wide as Ishan's baritone voice took a teasing tone, "Meri t-shirt hatake paseena chatega?" As if this wasn't enough, Shubman's equally coquette response was "Abhi ya phir room main?" and then there was the sound of the ball hitting the wicket. 

Everyone was tongue-tied but the umpire decided that it was a wicket, but a certain guy sitting in the crowd shouted as Shubman went back to the pavillion, "Humara jija kaisa ho?" The girls sitting around him shouted back, "Shubman bhaiya jaisa ho!" Soon the whole stadium erupted in these cheers. After Shubman's wicket, GT could not pose much of an opposition to MI and they were all out with only 198 with 19 overs. Both Shubman and Ishan did not know how they survived the rest of the time. Thankfully, Aleya was with her beloved Vami didi and Sammy didi for the night. The GT captain whisked his 'best friend' away from the after party. The moment they entered their shared room (captain privileges for Gill and baby bro privileges for Kishan), Shubman attacked Ishan. 

Ishan panted and threw his head back against the door as Shubman sucked at his neck. His toes curled in pleasure when the younger found the most sensitive spot, just behind his ear. "Shu-Shubi!" He panted. "Kisine t-shirt hatake paseena chaatne ka adeesh diya tha... bhul gaya?" The pocket dynamo whined at the tease when Shubman slipped his hands under his jersey. He could do nothing but wrap his legs around the sculpted waist,  when Shubi patted  his thigh. "Chalo", he said between kisses, "Baaki ka Kaam bedroom main karenge." Ishan's back hit the mattress with a crack of the springs. He had expected Shubman to descend upon him right next, but he went away much to his dismay! "Shubiiii!" The elder whined. "Ek minute ruk... Aata hun." Shubman's heart thumped very loudly in his chest as he took the box of anklets to the bed, where his lover was already sitting up. "Paer dikha." Ishan obeyed. It would be an understatement to say that he was shocked to see the very pair of anklets he had fallen in love with. "Shubi, ye-yeh?" His voice was thick with emotion. "Tujhe pasand aaye?" "Mere pasandida mard ne mere liye mere pasandida payel khareede hai, aur mujhe pasand nahi aayega?" "Kya tongue twister hai!" Shubman chuckled. "Tere jin sapno ko Iss samaj ne pura hone se roka, unn sabko sach banana ab meri zimmedari hai Ish! Aur Pehla sapna aaj se start karunga!" "Achha? Woh kya hai?" "Practical main dikhata hun baby!"

Their lips met again and the twenty nine year old made sure that both of them lost every article of clothing covering them in the next couple minutes. Bruises had already bloomed across Ishan's neck, so he directly focused on his squishy but firm chest, framing his tattoos with bite marks and hickies. The elder ran his hands over his back, unable to do anything else, leaving a multitude of scratches... His brain short-circuited when he felt a warm, wet mouth wrap around his nipple. Breastfeeding Aleya had really made him much, much more sensitive, but there was a difference. Shubman was trying to suck his soul out through his chest. He arched his back and pushed the other more into his chest, "Mo-more!" He moaned. The younger loved how his lover reacted to his ministrations. Ishan was dripping by the time Shubman had reached his navel. His eyes rolled back, when he felt him kiss there and continue downwards to his c-section scar. He had expected his boyfriend to be disgusted but the reverence Shubman showed to every inch of him, made him tear up. It was as if he was a God and Shubman his most loyal devotee. "Ish! You're so beautiful. Tujhe banane ke liye Bhagwaan ne pakka saalon spend kiye honge.. tab Jaake itna perfection mila!" Finally, fucking finally, Shubman reached his dick, which was leaking copious amounts of precum. The wicketkeeper batsman wrapped his thick thighs around his neck, nearly suffocating him, when the lad teased him by blowing lightly on his cock. "Babu, please!" Ishan cried, "Do something!" 

"Do what, meri Jaan?" "Anything!" Ishan screamed when Shubman scooped some of his precum on his fingers and began spreading it on his perineum. "I want you, Shubi! No I need you!" He choked on his words when the latter inserted a finger, slowly building up the rhythm. The moment his prostate got attention, Ishan's oh-so-eloquent vocabulary was reduced to moans and whimpers. One finger slowly increased to two and then three, and he felt as if he was in a pleasurable hell. "Shubi! Please! Put it in!" And who was Shubman to deny this heartfelt request? He aligned himself with the pucker and kissed Ishan to distract him as he pushed in. "Gods! Jaan! You're so tight, choking me!" Ishan reflexively clenched at the familiar intrusion. This time felt different, better than the first one... The shorter wrapped his legs around the younger's waist while he waited for him to adjust. After Ishan gave him the permission, Shubman did not waste a moment to set a punishing pace, nailing the latter's prosrate on every thrust. "So big! Fill me up so good, baby! Harder!" Shubman was sure his back had been scratched to hell and back, but it felt amazing to trace the tattooed skin of his Ishan with his lips. The tinkling of the anklets was maddening, combined with the slap of skin on skin. "Ishan, Ishu, I'm so close!" "Me too, baby!" Their pants filled the room. The GT captain wrapped a hand around his lover's dick. It just took only a few strokes for Ishan to paint both of them with his ejaculate. He tightened so much around Shub that it triggered the younger orgasm who collapsed on him, shivering as he rode out his high.

Ishan squirmed as Shubman pulled out slowly, not to hurt him. After a long bath to clean themselves up, they cuddled in bed. Shubi was the first to break the comforting silence. "Woh stunt pull karna zaroori tha?" Ishan chuckled in his timber voice, "Bachcha, ladkiya tujhe taad rahi thi." He wrapped a hand around the younger's chest, "Yeh meri property hai, and trespassers will be prosecuted." Shubman gave him a kiss in response, "Kal dono headlines main honge." "Don't pretend as if you don't like the limelight baby!" Ishan's dramatic hand movements were a clear signal as to how he did not give a fuck about media anymore. "But I think I should post an Instagram story about that fan! Uska slogan bohot pyaara tha!" "Hmm. Tab camera uspe focused tha. Picture bhi mil jayegi tujhe." 

Eros grinned as two of his heart arrows returned, the reunion solidified by his mother. He checked his quiver, there were eight left, that would suffice for now...

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I was supposed to publish this yesterday night, but typing 1000 words on my mother's mobile was a nightmare. Can you believe this is the second last chapter of this book? I can't!!!

I just wanna say one thing to my neighbours... Fuck you! Don't breathe, if you want us to get rid of the trees in our garden, because the oxygen you breathe is filtered by them... Fuck you too dad! Why the fuck are you so sensitive to something some idiot said!!!! God! Had I been half as sensitive as you, I would have committed suicide for the things you and your dear wife say to me... 

Well, I hope you liked the smut, because I wanted to make it longer, but lost words... 

The smut I imagine: *lion*

The smut I write: *cat*

Enjoy, Adiraj!