Match of Hearts: A Cricketing Love Story

Unexpected Intrusion

After reaching home, Shubman greeted everyone, and they congratulated him for the victory. He retired to his room to freshen up. While sitting on his bed after his shower, his phone rang. It was Ishan. 

"Hello, love," Shubman greeted him. "Hello, Shub," Ishan replied. "Missing me already, hmm?" Shubman teased. "What can I do when my husband is away from me? I will miss you, of course," Ishan said.

 "Oh, is that so?" Shubman replied sarcastically. "Yes, what else could I be doing? I was thinking, why don't we go somewhere tomorrow?" Ishan suggested. "As you wish, darling. Your wish is my command," Shubman said, making Ishan chuckle.

 "You're getting too romantic," Ishan said. "Why shouldn't I be? I have such a perfect husband," Shubman said, making Ishan blush. "Okay, okay, I have to go now. I'll eat something; it's dinner time. You also eat something," Ishan said. "Okay, love. Bye. I love you," Shubman said. "Bye. I love you too," Ishan replied. 

Shubman hung up the phone and went downstairs for dinner. While they were eating, Mr. Gill asked, "Shub, when are you getting married?" Shubman choked on his food and turned to look at his father.

 "Dad, not now. There's still plenty of time," he said. "How much more time, Shub?" Mr. Gill asked. "Dad, we asked for four months, so why are you talking about it now?" Shubman replied. "What do you mean, 'why now'?" Mr. Gill asked. "I'm done," Shubman said, and left the dining table.

 "Why do you do this? He's tired, and you talk about marriage," Mrs. Gill said. "What should I do? It's been a month since his and Sara's engagement. They will get married, won't they?" Mr. Gill said. "Of course, he will. Don't worry," Mrs. Gill replied.

As Shubman retreated to his room, a sense of unease lingered in the air, his father's words echoing in his mind like a discordant melody. He couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort that gnawed at him, the weight of expectations pressing down upon his shoulders like a burden too heavy to bear.

Alone in his room, Shubman's thoughts drifted back to Ishan, his anchor in a sea of uncertainty. He longed to reach out to him, to seek solace in his arms and find refuge from the storm raging within his heart. But before he could dial Ishan's number, his phone rang once more, disrupting his thoughts.

It was Ishan, his voice warm and familiar, a soothing balm to Shubman's troubled soul. "Kis baat pe jhagda hua?" Ishan asked. "Tujhe kaise pata?" Shubman said. "Batao na kya hua," Ishan said. 

"Sara se shaadi ki. Jaan main soch raha hun ki un dono ko sab kuch bata dein," Shubman said. "Main bhi yehi soch raha tha. Bata dete hai unhe," Ishan said. "Hmm..." Shubman said. 

Then both of them started talking about random things. Shubman teasing Ishan, and Ishan blushed furiously. After 2 hours, Shubman noticed that Ishan had fallen asleep with a cute pout on his face. 

Shubman chuckled and kissed the screen before cutting the call. The next morning, Shubman woke up and got ready to go out with Ishan. He ate his breakfast and told his parents that he was going out with Ishan.

 He reached Ishan's home and rang the doorbell. Soon, Mrs. Kishan opened the door. "Namaste aunty," Shubman said. "Namaste beta. How are you?" Mrs. Kishan asked. "I am fine, aunty. Where is Ishan?" Shubman said.

 "He's in his room, beta. Go ahead," Mrs. Kishan said. Shubman then happily went towards Ishan's room while Mrs. Kishan chuckled. He opened the door to Ishan's room and saw that it was empty.

 Then he heard the shower running in the bathroom. "Oh, so my love is taking a bath," Shubman said and went towards the bathroom. He tried to unlock the door, and luckily, Ishan hadn't locked it. He quietly went inside and saw Ishan behind the glass door, covered only by the curtain. He huffed, took off his clothes, and stepped into the shower.

As the warm water cascaded over him, Shubman couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over him, the tension of the previous day melting away with each passing moment. He reached out to Ishan, his touch gentle yet filled with longing, as he drew him into an embrace that transcended words.

"AHHH.....KON HAI?" Ishan shouted but Shubman covered his mouth. "Shh...it's me jaan..." Shubman whispered.

Ishaan melted into Shubman's arms, his body pressed against his in an intimate dance of love and desire. Together, they stood beneath the spray of the shower, their hearts beating as one, their souls intertwined in a bond that defied the constraints of time and space.

In that moment, there were no secrets, no doubts, no fears—just two souls united in a love that burned brighter than the sun. And as they surrendered to the embrace of the water, their love flowed like a river, carrying them away on a tide of passion and longing.

Hours passed in blissful oblivion as Shubman and Ishaan lost themselves in each other's arms, their love a beacon of hope in a world filled with darkness. 

With a smile of contentment, Shubman leaned in to capture Ishaan's lips in a tender kiss, sealing their love with a promise that would endure for eternity. 

After the kiss, Shubman and Ishan emerged from the bathroom and got dressed. "Waise, aaj maine do baar shower le liya," Shubman said, wrapping his arms around Ishan's waist as he sat on Shubman's lap. 

"Acha..toh konsa shower jyada acha laga?" Ishan asked. "Hmm..abhi wala," Shubman said, making Ishan blush. "Chal, breakfast kar lete hai warna ghumne nahi jaa payenge," Shubman said, and both of them made their way to eat breakfast.

 Although Shubman had already eaten, he still wanted to join Ishan. "Kya baat hai, aunty! Aapke hathon ka toh jawab nahi! Itna tasty khana banati ho aap," Shubman said while eating litti chokha.

 "Thank you, beta. Ye lo, aur thoda lo," Mrs. Kishan said, giving Shubman more. "Shubman, main toh bolta hun, yehi reh jao. Daily yummy yummy khana khane ko milega," Mr. Kishan said. "Idea acha hai, uncle," Shubman said.

Ishan watched Shubham, his heart full of love as he spent time with his family. He behaved like their son-in-law, and Ishan couldn't help but gaze at him adoringly. "Don't stare at him like that, Bhai," Raj teased, snapping Ishan out of his reverie. "What, Bhaiya?" Ishan asked, blushing. 

Raj smirked as he witnessed Shubham casually placing his leg on Ishan's lap during breakfast. Ishan nearly choked on his food and looked up to see Shubman grinning at him. He tried to gesture for Shubman to stop, but he continued to tease him. 

After breakfast, they went to Ishan's room so he could get ready. As soon as they were alone, Ishan pinned Shubham against the wall. "Whoa, Jaan, calm down," Shubham said. "Why were you doing that?" Ishan asked. "What do you mean?" Shubman asked, feigning innocence, causing Ishan to momentarily forget his question. 

"At the dining table," he clarified. Shubham wrapped his arms around Ishan's waist and pulled him closer. "Did you like it?" "Ugh, pervert!" Ishan exclaimed, heading to the closet to get ready. Shubman chuckled softly as he watched his beloved react. They finished getting ready and left for their date.

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