Shubman Gill, A 27 year old star Cricketer of the Indian Cricket team. Hot, Handsome, Charming and the most eligible bachelor of India. He could be as hot as Sun and as cold as Ice. What happens when he gets to know about his Grandfather's last wish...
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"This room is so beautiful, Shubhi." I said as I strolled around the luxurious room we'll be staying in for this trip.
"I'm glad you like it, Bunny." Shubman said while adjusting our luggage near the dressing table.
I walked to the balcony and was in awe as soon as my eyes landed on the mesmerizing view of Mumbai in front of me.
Back in this memorable city.
We landed in Mumbai at 8 am today for the IPL Captains photoshoot organised by the broadcasting channels at 4.
We are here for two days then we'll be travelling to Ahmedabad for the first IPL match which is going to be between Mumbai Indians and Gujarat Titans after 7 days. His first ever match as a captain. (🧿)
Shubman's arms encircled my waist from behind with his chin on my right shoulder.
"I finally have you for a long time now." He said and placed a peck on my cheek.
My hands overspread his arms as I turned my face to his. "You have me forever, Mr. Gill."
"I do but I don't get to be with you for too long because of our arrangement. Which by the way, is absolutely unnecessary now and we should talk to our parents about it but until then I'm glad I get to be with you for two whole months." He said
"I'm excited to spend these days with you too, Baby. 2 mahine meri kit kit sunn ke pak toh nhi jayenge na aap?" I asked, ludicrously.
(You won't be bored of my blabbering in these two months, right?)
Gaali khaane wale kaam toh hai mere.
(My actions are worth getting scolded for.)
"Tumhari ulti khopdi me bas faltu baate hi chalti hai kya?" He asked, in a humorous way.
I replied "No" but nodded my head as 'yes', simultaneously.
He turned me around while walking backwards with me still in his arms until we were inside the room.
"Aap kehna kya chahte hai? Mai bas faltu baate krti hu?" I asked, playfully as my arms wrapped around his neck.
(What are you trying to say? I only blabber useless things?)
Karti toh hu.
(I do.)
"Hnji!" He replied, smugly. I raised my right eyebrow at him.
(Yes!)
"Kbhi kbhi." He added.
(Occassionally)
Bach gaye.
"Aapke 'Kabhi Kabhi' ne bacha liya aapko warna batati ache se." I replied.
(Your 'occasionally' saved you or else I would have dealt with you properly.)
He chuckled and pressed my back against the wall next to the Balcony's door.
