A/N - Should I update one chap each week or two chaps each week of this book?

If two chaps then imma not update see you never regularly-

Ps :: Just tell me in the full toss fools ishman gc what book you all want to be regularly updated.

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"SHUBMAN! SHUBMAN! SHUBMAN!"

"What?"

"We don't have to do anything."

"What do you mean?"

"You need to check the social media," Sebastian muttered, and Shubman whipped out his phone, checking the trending topics.

"What the fuck is this?"

"I know right," Sebastian looked at him with a wide grin.

"But how did this happen?"

"Well, you know how after Naman's interview Ishan went viral. He was in a club with Mayank yesterday night and a paparazzi found him there."

"So Ishan and Mayank planned this without even talking about it beforehand?"

"Of course not! They both were shit drunk and didn't even know this would happen. I talked with Ishan's manager just a while ago; they both were still passed out in their house and don't have a single clue of this ruckus."

"Then?"

"Aree yesterday night when they both were drunk and by drunk, I mean shit drunk! They were not even in their senses, that's when a paparazzi came to them. He recorded the conversation he had with them and posted it. Let me show, wait" Sebastian pulled out his phone showing the video to Shubman.

Ishan was holding onto Mayank as he couldn't even stand properly. Mayank was also latching onto him because his condition was also same.

"It's nice to see you guys in here." The paparazzi hummed.

"You know us?" Mayank gasped at him smiling weirdly.

"Yeah, you guys have gained so many followings recently. So how could we not know you."

"Oh yeah, because of Naman," Ishan grunted, snuggling onto Mayank's neck.

"Oof, you are heavy; start your dieting again," Mayank whined, trying to hold him, but his legs were shivering.

"Let me help yo-"

"Nuh stranger danger! Stay away." Mayank glared at him making the paparazzi stop immediately. He snickered lowly at their behaviour.

"I am not a stranger, I am your fan. You guys are big celebrities."

"So you want an autograph? Or a selfie or a kissie?" Ishan mewled.

"You can't kiss him! You have a husband. I am single, so only I can give you a kissie," Mayank huffed, looking at Ishan first and then back at the guy.

"Ishan have a husband?"

"Not yet, but soon, he is moving in with his hot boyfriend on their first anniversary. I am going to miss him," Mayank pouted.

"You can still come to meet me whenever you want to! Just like before."

"No, I can't! You won't be living alone anymore. What if I come to meet you when you guys are doing adult stuff."

"We won't be doing anythingggg, I told you naa, he promised me we won't do anything. Only kiss, but if it's necessary, if it's not needed, then no kiss." Ishan scrunched his nose slurring the words while trying to maintain his balance.

The guy looked at both of them while they were talking with each other.

"So Naman is your boyfriend?"

"Pfft, if his hubby heard you saying this, he would beat your ass." Mayank snorted.

[A/N- Shubman marega tujhe 🤓😝😂]

"He is not my husband," Ishan whined.

"Then why are you going on honeymoon with him?"

"It's not honeymoon trip! It's like a business one."

"A business trip where you will touch his business," Mayank snickered and Ishan humphed at him.

"So who is his boyfriend of one year then?" The guy stopped their bickering wanting to get the exclusive information.

"He is hotter and a lot nicer than Naman," Ishan grumbled back at the guy, who hummed while pulling the camera closer to them.

"I know, right? He is such a gentleman, unlike Naman, who started causing a big ruckus when you rejected him."

"Oh, and what is his name— eww, what the fuck!"

The video was cut abruptly with the last scene being Mayank vomiting all over the paparazzi guy and Ishan falling on to the side.

"Pfft, that was hilarious," Shubman muttered, laughing at the scene.

"Yeah, now see this." Sebastian showed him the tweet where the guy posted this video and wrote how he couldn't talk with them after this fiasco as their manager came and took both of them back, so he asked the public if they could guess the boyfriend.

Shubman noticed the reply on the tweet which had gone viral.

"Wait...isn't this account—"

"Yeah it's our fake account, and our pr team posted this analysis to make everyone believe you and Ishan are in relationship since one year. The public is believing it all. The match of mi vs gt when Ishan wore your jersey? Nobody noticed it because Ishan wasn't that much famous but now the picture is creating a havoc."

"Ishan came to watch that match because of Hardik bhaiya, on the vip stand they give jersey and he just wore the one given to him. It was coincidence he got mine."

"And you know this how?"

"Ishan told us about it, how else would we know?" Shubman deadpanned.

"Exactly Shub, we know the truth only because Ishan told us, if Ishan didn't told us then we would have never known. Nobody else would know it. So when we put those pictures of Ishan wearing your jersey, public also thinks you both are dating because they don't know the truth."

"They are thinking it's us just because Ishan was wearing my jersey?"

"Ofcourse not, we build up few fake theories as well. Ishan wearing your jersey is just icing on the cake. Now we don't have to waste our time on going abroad and clicking your pictures. The public already believes you guys are dating secretly since last year after your ad together."

"So we don't have to do anything else?"

"No, we still have to prepare for Ishan moving in with you. Mayank said in the video he is moving in with you on your first anniversary."

"Oh yeah...and how will we sort all this?"

"I talked with Vivaan, Ishan will meet us in the evening after your practice and we will discuss about it then."

"Do I still have to go for practice? Shouldn't we discuss about all of this first?"

"Nice try, you aren't going to slack off in any way. Come on get ready," Sebastian ushered making Shubman whine but in the end he complied.

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"Fuck ahh-"

"Dude it doesn't even hurt much, stop whining."

"Ahh Kammo it seriously hurts man,"

"Should have thought before going to the field without proper pre-workout. How many times do I have to tell you guys stretching is important before playing? But nahi seedha bat uthane ki jaldi hoti hai tum sabko." The senior physiotherapist scoffed.

[But no, you guys are so eager to bat]

"I stretched a bit before starting my session," Shubman grumbled.

"It is not enough, you have to properly stretch all the muscles before getting on field. Otherwise you will end up like this every day." Kabir, the senior physiotherapist sighed continuing to rub the swollen area.

"I will make sure to stretch properly next time. But please aaram se yaar dard ho rha hai," Shubman whined clutching onto the corner of the bed.

[But please do it slowly, it's paining]

"Waise toh gym mein jaakar 150 kgs weight utha loge like it weighs a feather but halka sa pressure nii jhela jaa paa raha, kya ho—" Kabir was grumbling but got cut off when a sudden voice interrupted them.

[You can easily delight 150 kgs in gym like it weighs feather but when I am applying a little bit pressure you are acting like a princess. Wh—]

“Shubman sir, your boyfriend is here to meet you.” The junior physiotherapist chimed in suddenly barging inside the room with Ishan walking behind him.

“Woah…the rumors were true,” Kabir smirked looking at Shubman.

“It's not like that- I mean he is my boyfriend but not really. I will tell you everything later on, go now.”

“Han now your boyfriend is here so you would want us to leave.”

“Kammo yaar,”

“Mzak kar raha hu chill. Come Aarav let's leave them alone. You have to go and check on Rohit as well. He twisted his shoulder.” Kabir said to his junior physiotherapist who pouted a bit.
[I am kidding chill]

“I don't want to go to Rohit sir, can't you go there please?”

“Why?”

“He is in a cranky mood since morning,”

“Don't be a child, he won't do anything.”

“Kammo chale jaa saath bichare ke, wese hi aaj Rohit bhaiya ka mood off hi tha.” Shubman said and the junior physiotherapist grinned at that.

[Kammo go with the poor guy, Rohit bhaiya were not in good mood today]

“Thank you sir,” Aarav replied and looked back at Kabir who sighed.

“Fine, I will go with you. I don't know why you guys make a big ruckus whenever Rohit is not in good mood.” Kabir shook his head walking out.

“ I will introduce myself properly when I am done with my work, but just know I have been a fan of pageants and I really adore your style!” Kabir said looking at Ishan who smiled a bit.

“Thank you so much Mr Kammo,” Ishan hummed.

“My name is not Kammo, that's a nick name, my real name is Kabir.”

“Sir technically your real name is Kamlesh, because that's the name you have on your aadhar card.” Aarav muttered and Kabir glared at him.

“You are not supposed to point it out everywhere. Besides that's just on papers, everywhere else my name is Kabir."

"But sir that's what was changed later on, your real name is supposed to be the one on important documents like birth certificate and adhar card."

"Aarav thank you so much for the information but when I say real name I mean the one which I like to go by, the name which was changed later on which is my main name not the former one."

"B—"

"Shut up if you don't want to go to Rohit's room alone." Kabir gave a tight lipped smile and Aarav quickly pursed his lips.

"It's their daily banter don't worry," Shubman grinned and Ishan nodded his head with uncertainty.

"Bye guys, we have some urgent work." Kabir sighed dragging Aarav out of the room with him.

"So...that was uhh a nice welcome I guess?"

"Haha don't worry this chaos is a normal day for us." Shubman snorted.

"I guess the atmosphere here is just lively unlike our boring ones. By the way how is your leg? I heard you got hurt during practice" Ishan shrugged.

"Nothing much, I am fine. Aakhir bade bade desho mein aesi choti choti baatein hoti rehti hai." Shubman shrugged.

[After all, these small things keep happening.]

"Hann suna tha choti si baat par itna jo chilla rahe the abhi," Ishan chuckled and Shubman's cheeks turned red in embarrassment.

[Yeah I heard how you were shouting loudly over this small thing]

"Vo toh bass masti kar rahe the," Shubman muttered.
[We were just fooling around]

Ishan giggled shaking his head.

"We were supposed to discuss about your video which went viral," Shubman said diverting the topic.

"Yeah but you are injured so that's why we couldn't do the meeting."

"And you came here to check on me like   a good boyfriend? Oh sorry a good hubby," Shubman smirked mimicking the last word like Ishan said in the video. Ishan bit his lip being embarrassed.

"Shut up! We were just drunk and..."

"And? And what hubby?" Shubman teased him standing up and going near Ishan.

"Stop making fun of me!" Ishan whined and Shubman chuckled pulling his cheeks.

"Okay okay I won't," Shubman shook his head while Ishan pouted a bit.

"Jokes aside we really need to plan our next move." Ishan said fiddling with his fingers.

"We have our managers for that, they will decide what to do next and we have to just follow their script like actors." Shubman shrugged.

"You make it sound so easy while I am here, most shitting in my pants worrying if someone would know about fake arrangements."

"Ishan calm down, nobody is going to know. My pr is handling the audience smoothly. You don't have to worry about anything. Just do one thing,"

"What?" Ishan looked at him.

"Kiss me,"

"What the fuck?!"