*☺️☺️ let's suffer together*
The soft hand, with a comforting warmth trailed up from my biceps to my neck as the other clenched on my waist
"Look at you, such a trembling mess under me. Such greedy moans escaping your pretty little mouth as I make love to you" and series wet kisses were placed from my left collarbone till my Adam's apple and then it jumped to suck on my right nipple.
That action made me loose my mind as the other hand trailed to grab my crotch over my boxers. I sucked in a heavy breath and moaned as Ishan did both the task so skilfully.
"Ishu- pls pls" I begged him. But I didn't understand for what exactly I was begging? To stop him or to let him carry the sweet assault on my body. But latter thought proved to be much more thrilling as Ishan lightly pulled on my nipple with his teeth and his other hand squeezed my growing dick so hard, that I almost came.
"Yes baby, what do you want? Do you want me to fuck you senseless, to claim you mine and forever? To mark you, to ruin that pretty little hole so that tmrw you feel that sweet pain while practising yeah? Do you want that meri jaan?" Ishan's husky voice and the magic in his hands had me withering beneath him like a crumpling leaf.
"Ishan pls-"
*tring tring*
The ear shattering sound of the alarm of his phone, jolted me awake.
I sat up so fast, with my entire body sweating and my chest rising up and down due to the Wild dream.
I was groaning in frustration about how good the dream was when my phone started to ring.
I removed the blanket covering me, avoided the sight of the evident bulge in my sweat pants as I searched for it.
"Kaha gaya?!!" I shouted in frustration and then when I kept my left leg on the bedroom floor I noticed the cold screen against my foot.
Picking it quickly, I saw the caller
Meri Jaan❤️✨
Blood rushing to my cheeks (from the other parts it was earlier) I picked the call.
"Good morning Darling" the husky morning voice of Ishan entered my ears, making my already sexually aroused state getting worse after hearing it.
"G-good M-morning Ishu" I stuttered as I adjusted my pants. Wrong timing lil Shubman.
"Tu thik hai na? Aisa kyu tere aawaz aa raha hai? All good baby?" Ishan's Panic voice blasted across the phone
My eyes widened, as I felt the heat spreading across my entire body.
Calming myself, I said "I'm fine Ishu, bina baat pe tension le raha hai"
"But you sound out of breath, did you just wake up? Did you have a nightmare or something?" He asked, with a questioning tone, worry lacing his voice.
I gulped audibly. How could I explain him what I had dreamt, without being embarrassed. It had been almost 2months since I had any sexual encounters, couldn't even fucking jerk myself off without thinking and worrying about the 5'6 liliput.
Yes, he was the Nightmare. Nightmare dressed in like a daydream. But I would love to stay insomniac if I got such nightmares everyday.
"L-leave na Ishu. Tu bata, call kyu kiya?" I asked, after recollecting myself.
As I kept the phone on speaker I heard Ishan describing his Physiotherapy sessions, talk with Mayank and complained about how sleepy I was yesterday and couldn't pay attention to him, in a teasing way.
All throughout his blabber, I completed my morning routine with me replying some things in between.
As I got ready to leave for the 3rd test match, with Ishan still on call, I heard someone calling him from other side.
"Haa kaka? Ha Aditi ko bolo I'll call her back. Yes. Thank you Kaka." Ishan spoke to the servant in his apartment.
My eyes widened and I couldn't help but ask curiously "Aditi? Aditi Hundai right?"
For a brief second there was pause and later Ishan explained his call with Aditi, and everything that went through it and how they were trying to get back as friends.
"Shubi... I'm sorry. If you don't like I won't-" before he could complete, I interrupted him and said "No no Ishan. I trust you baby. I don't have any personal issues against Aditi. She is a lovely girl. And why should I be worried, when I have you as my fiancée now and you love me too much to be straight again" I said teasingly
I had Ishan chuckle "Pagal kahi ka"
I smiled brightly and chided "only for you baby."
And soon, we ended our call, with him wishing me luck for the match and I wished him luck for his Physiotherapy session.
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We decided to ball first. Turns out it was a great decision
Though a tough fight, England was all out at 272, a score we believed we could chase.
As went for the break, I skipped the break as I just wanted to enjoy some moments with Ishan as I knew, it was his break time as well.
When I video called him I saw him with his hair disheveled, and trying to catch for his breath in his orange shirt.
He looked tired, almost in pain. I couldn't help but ask "Ishu, tu thik hai na?"
Ishan smiled, but it was not reaching his eyes. "Haan meri jaan.. you are doing good I have heard. 2 catches huh?" He asked and grinned.
I grinned widely. I took the bottle beside and started to gulp it to quench my thirst.
Noticing silence for a long time, from the other side of the screen, I side-eyed and saw a smirking Ishan.
Feeling hot all of sudden in his gaze, I could feel the flushing of my cheeks.
"Baby, don't look at me like that" I said and took the towel beside me to wipe the sweat from forehead.
"Then stop looking this hot meri jaan... the things you're doing to me, shouldn't be visible in the public" Ishan said with a strained eyes that turned almost black, as he leaned towards the screen.
If not for the blazing Sun, I for sure knew someone would make fun of me because of how red I looked.
Gathering the courage, and acting as if I was not fazed by his teasing, I smirked lightly and slowly glided the towel from my forehead to my neck and moved a little behind and sighed.
Was I playing with fire? Hell yeah.
Was it seductive as fuck? Yes!
Ishan eyes travelled around those movements and his mouth little open.
My smirk widened and I said "it's really hot isn't it..." acting as if I was talking to myself
"Yeah..." Ishan longed the response but cleared his throat as he adjusted in his seat.
'Tharki sala' I thought, but didn't speak out loud. Wanting to play more, I brought the phone near my face and said with Grin "Ishan.... T-shirt hatake paseena chatega?"
Ishan seemed first lost as he stared at my lips. But when he processed what I said, his eye widened and a deep crimson blush immediately spreading from his behind his ears to his cheek.
"Pagal wagal hai kya?!!" He exclaimed, stuttered a little.
And I laughed out loud, as Ishan ended the call soon.
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*Author's PoV*
"How's your recovery going? Any hurdles that you're facing?" Simran asked as she saw a smiling Ishan playing with the stress Ball in his hand.
Ishan, keeping the stress Ball on the table said "You know, everything is going perfect. Recovery, might take time and sometimes it pains in like hell, but there's something that acts as pain reliever for me.. you want to know what?" He asked cheekily
Simran, unable to not reciprocate to Ishan's contagious smile asked "Bolo kya?" as she placed her right hand under her chin.
"My fiancé's dimpled smile. Thinking about it only makes me feel like I'm floating in heaven." He said and laid back on the chair, stretching it behind and closed his eyes in satisfaction or more like reminiscing what he just said.
Simran grinned at the love sick idiot "If not for a cricketer, I would have definitely thought you were an actor" and chuckled.
Ishan opened his one eye and looked at her. His smile not leaving even once.
He then straightened and turned complete serious. That made Simran eyes furrowed and she straightened herself
Ishan then placed a hand on his chest, gasped and said "You dare to doubt my ability to act!! Ouch!! It's hurting my heart". He acted as if he was dying.
Simran scowled at him and said then said "Heart is on the left.. galat jage haath pakda hai" she scolded, but her tone held amusement.
Realising the blunder, Ishan placed it correctly and smiled sheepishly.
"But you know what else I'm good at?!" Ishan asked with his front teeth wide in display.
"Ab kya?" Simran asked as she closed the file and started packing. Ishan was her last patient.
"I'm a good singer as well!! Sunao?!
Yun toh akela bhi aksar
Girkar sambhal sakta hoon mein
Tum jo pakadlo haath mera
Duniya badal sakta hoon mein
Maanga hai tumhe, duniya ke liye
O mere dil ke chain.... chain aaye mere dil Ko dua kijiye! "
And as he continued his singing, Simran kept on laughing and muttered under her breath "I don't get paid enough to handle this"
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A cute *ahem ahem* chapter for y'all! 😏😉
The t20 squad has pissed me at certain levels but I'm happy for the new comers as well. I knew Ishan would not be selected obviously for "bc"ci politics but I'm very happy for Yashaswi and not to mention Rishabh's comeback!!!
Also Shubman baby I'm so proud of you! Ik you will make a rocking comeback.
Aaj MI ka match hai. I'm keeping my expectations low but at the same time I'm hoping the best for Ishan and Mumbai🥲
Hope y'all liked this chapter!! And the regular reminder "pls avoid grammatical errors 🤓👍"
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Bye bye my munchkins 😘