A Tumbler Full of Tales - ICT and beyond (ON HOLD)

From One Sacked Captain to his Mahi Bhai

A/N - Blame the Traffic Jam

This is craziness. Just the first part.

And yes, Wattpad glitched.

I am tired.....

From One Sacked Captain to his his Mahi Bhaiya - Part Uno

(Take it with a grain/ a bagful of salt.)

"Hello."

"......"

"Hello!

"...."

"Hello?"

"...."

"Rohit? Can you hear me?"

"......ute"

"Ute? What?" *weirdly looking at the phone's screen*

"Sorry Bhaiya. I accidentally put you on mute."

"Oh...."

"....It is a function on your phone...."

"Uhh.... I know that, Rohit."

"Oh... But you don't like phones, do you?"

"I don't mind them... Just do not consider them an extension of my appendages. But I am not ignorant about their functions."

"You are not? Oh...."

"You thought otherwise?" *awkward shuffling and a hip propped against a chair*

"Yeah... Kinda. How are you, MS?"

"MS?"

"I was trying to be professional."

"Uhh... I would prefer if you do not."

*awkward silence* "Sorry Bhaiya."

"No issue, Rohit. Any particular reason you called?"

"Were you busy Bhaiya?"

"Umm.. Actually..."

"Should I call later?" *voice barely managed to be modulated*

"Of course not, Rohit. I was just asking."

"Virat had suggested that I should call you."

"Now?"

"No... We had spoken almost a month back."

"Oh. Busy with your schedules?"

*muffled laughter* "Aha. Not really, Bhai." *another giggle* "I forgot that I wanted to call you and well, when I remembered, I forgot what I wanted to call you about... Ehehe..."

*head shaken in some disbelief.* "Rohit.... How can you forget that, kiddo?"

"You know me, Bhaiya..."

"Yeah."

"...."

"....."

"......."

".........."

*awkward shuffling at both ends of radio frequency radiation*

"Why don't you talk to me like you do with Virat?"

"You want to fight with me?"

"Huh? Of course not! I just meant that...Well, that Virat does not stop talking when he is on the phone with you!"

"He speaks enough for the both of us."

"Oh....Well, I should let you go back to your work, Bhaiya. We can talk later..."

"Shut up, Rohit. You being formal is worse than Hardik being sensible."

"Yeah... Hah. Well, Hardik is a little sensible now."

"Just a little, maybe. Fatherhood shaped him."

*a hand dragged through unruly hair* "Yeah... He is good.... He was good too... Before... Now too. I mean..."

"Is it about the Captaincy, Rohu?"

"Not that name, Bhaiya! That is a fish."

"And Cheeku is a fruit." *voice having every adulation of 'your point is'?*

"He was named after a rabbit."

"Doesn't stop him from being a fruit! A utter fruitcake too!" (A/N - Fruitcake means a really crazy person)

"I am so telling him this!"

"Go right ahead!" *A chuckle smothered*

"Bhaiya..."

"What is it, Rohu?"

*a sound of annoyance made back in his throat* "I-I asked Virat whether he hated me. When he was sacked as the captain."

'What did he say?"

"He said that he hated the circumstances; not me."

"When did Cheeku become sensible? Are you sure that he is not a doppelgänger?"

"You know about doppelgängers?"

*A pause* "I am 42 not 82, Rohit!"

"82 year olds do not know about doppelgängers?"

"Do you really wish to speak about doppelgängers?"

"I do not mind...."

"I am really sorry that they removed you from Captaincy, Rohit. But it will not affect your leadership one bit."

"Are you sure, bhaiya?"

"Of course, Rohit. I am sure."

"But Bhaiya... They... What they did...."

"Has no bearing on you or your performance. You won 5 titles, Rohu. You have more than proved yourself."

"They did not do me the courtesy of letting me step down, Bhaiya."

"I know kiddo, I know."

*a hand dragged through his hair* "Why did you come for our World Cup matched? We missed you so much, Bhaiya."

"I know kiddo."

"And Bhaiya... Hardik..."

A/N - This is crazy. Really. Will be another part. I am tired and hungry.

Comments would be most appreciated.