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Soup and Secrets (Ft. Shubman and Ishaan)

Soup and Secret (Ft. Shubman and Ishaan )

A/N - My health is down. Completely. Due to professional commitments, work cannot stop. But I have been, more or less, banned from anything unnecessary. Including IPL. Literally banned like my parents have requested. Cannot overturn it. So it is only scores that too after the match.

Well. Life will give you turns, try to imagine you are in a Ferris Wheel. Look out at the horizon, gaze upon the pink hues of impending dawn. And smile through the pain.

A short excerpt with minimal dialogue. The relation can be very well been taken as friendship - in fact I imagine it as a very close friendship. Much like Zampa and Stoinis.

Let me know if I did okay?

Third Person POV

I'm in love with you.

We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.

I know.

Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Cool cool cool

Rain was coming down in torrents, hazing up the windows and leaving behind water trails on the window panes. The sound of the water hitting the glass was creating a beautiful symphony of its own; music at its purest.

They had assembled for the pre tournament planning before the start of the world T20 championship and a certain pair of eyes had started showing their desolation as the days passed. 

"Are you hungry?"

A shrug.

"What do you want to eat? Want to order in?"

A head shaken.

"Do I cook something? Something light?"

The eyes looked up and Ishaan smiled. "Will you?"

"Of course." Shubman reached out and flicked at his shorter counterpart's hair. "Okay if it is vegan? Then Virat Bhaiya can have some too."

"No issue."

A couple of onions rolled out and Shubman dragged out the sharpest knife from the knife block. They had already been lounging in the open kitchenette and it made things that much more easier.

Chop Chop Chop

The knife rang and sliced into the crisp skin of the onion. Shubman removed the outer peel, and started dicing it into tiny little cubes. Job done, he moved them aside.

A sniffle and Shubman looked around to see that Ishaan was wiping at his eyes.

"Onion enzymes?"

Ishaan nodded and managed a smile; it was becoming difficult to conjure one up these days, but he kept at it.

"It is done now. Can you hand me the Leeks?"

The leeks and then the garlic was chopped up in quick succession. The rain fell harder and the soft crones of an Arijit Singh song undulated throughout the room; Virat had put on the music.

The room had come alight with soft lighting, the sounds of rains and the backdrop of a melodious tune.

Shubman hunted down the glass jar of Olive oil, added in a fair bit into the pot and lighted up the gas.

"Can you stir the pot a bit? The veggies need to sweat some."

"Sweat?" Ishaan crinkled his nose and cocked his head.

Shubman chuckled. "Just don't let them brown too much. I need to cut the potatoes."

Ishaan took over the control of the spatula and gingerly moved the vegetables in the pot. Cooking was far from his strong suit and he really did not wish to spoil Shubman's efforts; he had spoiled enough as is.