" 𝘋𝘳𝘰𝘱 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘪 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘛𝘢𝘹𝘪 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦. " Prisha said to Ishan, he looked at her from the rearview mirror as if she was crazy.

" 𝘉𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘦, 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘧 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣?" He paused for a while, " 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 "
She made a ' what are you talking about' face.

" 𝘋𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘴, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. "

" 𝘚𝘰? "

" 𝘚𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 3 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 "

" 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺? "

" 𝘠𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶! " Ishan winked after his last response.
Prisha rolled her eyes at his answer. She looked out of the window, the environment had a drastic change. It was sunny when they entered the court and now there's havoc in the sky.

He's right, it will take time to reach her house, it's better if she stays at his.
She nodded in approval, Ishan did a " Yesss" In victory and quickly they drove to his house.

Prisha was engaged in her phone and Ishan was singing this song, " Wanna be my chamak chalo"  Isn't that guy aware of the fact she has a blasting headache and he is playing a song that's making it worse?

Prish leaned on the front and stopped his playlist. She then from the back came in the front and settled down in the passenger seat. Ishan's eyes were fixated on every moment of Prisha, he was mesmerised by her silky hair that was flowing smoothly. Prish opened the window of his car and rested her head on it. The winds were smoothly touching her face and her straight hair were flowing so freely he wanted to touch them, soothe them.

The car did an overtake and Ishan got distracted by the gorgeous lady beside him and smashed his legs on break.
Both of them jerked ahead due to the sudden moment and Prisha went angry. She needs silence and peace and he's all determined to destroy it.

" 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 17 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 25 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 "

" 𝘌𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘬. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 "

" 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥. 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘭" She connected her earphones and started listening to music.

Ishan removed them from her ears and threw them on the back seat.
Prisha's anger was touching the sky now. " 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐? " He sped up with his driving.

" 𝘠𝘰𝘶!!!" She huffed trying to control herself. "𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘌𝘸𝘸, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦" She replied.

" Is that so? " With this, he stopped the car and leaned behind in his car and took the phone from the backseat.

" Then what is this? " He said and started playing the song that Prisha was listening to moments ago.
There came a Sunidhi Chauhan voice that sang " Sheila, Sheila ki jawani... Am too sexy for you me there haat na aani" Ishan raised his eyebrows smiling mischievously. Prisha died out of embarrassment. She also had tomato cheeks now.

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The car stood in front of a massive villa situated away from the he local chaos of Mumbai. No doubt this area belonged to rich class people.

Ishan opened the door to Prisha, she was welcomed by darkness. Because there was no light in the house. Ishan rubbed his head and quickly turned the flashlight of his phone and went to check on the electrical circuit box. Prisha, like his assistant, was holding an umbrella for him when he was operating the system.

Frustration took its peak because for the past 5 minutes, he's switched on and off the switch of the circuit but there was no light. And on the other hand, an already tired Prisha with her best friend Headache is holding an umbrella against his head while she's half wet from the heavy rain. She thought it would have been better if she was at her house. Luckily after seconds, a light came into the house and Ishan gave an' I know I am great ' look to Prisha.

She went inside one of the rooms of this house on the second floor. The house is big and beautiful. Interior is amazing. There are mirrors on the corridors, paintings here and there. There's a garden but now that went dry. Maybe careless Kishan doesn't pay attention to the garden.

The house is cosy and calm.
But there's a wave of sadness in this environment. It's not jolly as Ishan's personality is. Ishan is not being Himself anymore. He's
Always happy and fun, these days he just fakes a smile around Prisha.

Prisha lay down beside him on the couch, they both were occupied with phones.
Prisha was reading the chats of
Lawgical alliance group. They all were happy with the holiday they got and were discussing their plans.
Prisha being the she-devil she is, wrote,

" From tomorrow there might be
On holiday, there's an online meeting from 5 to 8 pm. " She hit the send button.

Group went silent, probably frustrated but then Prisha decided to have more fun of them.

" No excuses will be tolerated such as

I was having tea/coffee

My internet is slow

My dog/cat is peeing

Do whatever you want to be but before 5 pm 😆😆"

She grinned widely at her response. She scrolled through the past messages and saw people making bhaji plans or movie nights. How bad of Prisha to make them work.

On the other hand, Ishan was reading all those messages in his
ICT group chat about Rohit and Surya telling everyone how much of a compatible couple are Ishan and Prisha.
They also shared the part where they were arguing with their wives over which name suits best.

Prishan or Ishra.

Shubman being Shubman, said that Ishan should name their kids, If boy then Prishan if a girl then Ishra. How stupid! Ishan thought.

These guys have to look after the team, their game, their physique, but NO!
They are here wasting their time
Discussing about ' prisha and Ishan'.

Prisha rested her head on Ishan's lap and requested him to massage her head.
He kept the phone aside and made Prisha comfortable by giving her a pillow.
She closed her eyes and Ishan rubbed her head. He started slowly massaging her head.
Prisha felt good about it. The roaring Prish was now calm.
Ishan, who was distracted by her hair during driving, now grabbed a chance to touch her beautiful soft hair.

They stayed like this for a while in the comforting silence. Both of them were tired. So tired that they cannot get up and go to their respective rooms.
Prisha slept on the couch while Ishan lazily dragged himself down on the floor. He snatched the pillow from Prisha's head and snatched the sheet that was covering the sofa and used it as a blanket. Prisha groaned at his antics, she eventually took the curtain lying down on the floor and used it as her blanket.

According to these two it's Tiredness but when they were teens these antic behaviours of theirs were called ' Lazy' by their parents.
Using a Sofa sheet and curtain might be weird for someone else. But it's common for two crazy besties.

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Sun rays directly entered in the ballroom because there was no curtain on the window and Prisha slowly opened her eyes.
She shut them again to adjust the light directly hitting her eyes.
She was awake but didn't move.

Prisha looked over at the ground and saw sleepy Ishan, prisha is ready to prove anyone Guilty if they say Ishan isn't cute while sleeping. He looks like a cutie.

Prisha changed her mind when she saw the left foot of this sleeping beast in lying on the edge of the sofa and the right one stretched somewhere in the right direction.
His one hand is holding the sofa sheet and the next one is holding the surface of the sofa directly in front of Prisha.
Prisha held his hand, and she smiled brightly at the chaotic but cute sight of Ishan.

He rubbed his eyes, Prisha took the blanket (curtain) and pretended to fall asleep. Ishan woke up and saw Prisha curled up in a ball, he removed the pillow from her head and smacked her head.

Prisha groaned in response, she was acting to sleep but taking the pillow out of someone's head is not a good thing to do.
She smacked his arms, her gaze was fixated on his messy hair.
His veins were popping out of his strong arms.
Prisha blushed at this sight.
Ishan ignored her stare and shook his head.
He has a killer smile that can smoothen anyone. Prisha is just a friend how come she avoids those butterflies?

They had breakfast and put the sofa sheet and curtain back into their places.
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after a shower and getting refreshed. They again sat on the couch groggily and started the TV.

The general News channel popped up stating about some political argument.
Ishan opened the menu to change channels. Prisha snatched the remote and started the same news channel again.

Reporter said,
" And now talking about sports
India is aware of Allegations against Indian batsmen and wicketkeepers, his lawyer yesterday released the reports of him having consumed drugs. The hearings couldn't proceed as the court was dismissed. New hearings are set to be held on 12th of July..... "

" 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰 " Ishan lay down on Prisha's lap relaxing himself.

" 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘉𝘊𝘊𝘐.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘐𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘯. 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 "

Ishan stood up from Prisha's lap. His eyeballs popped out of his sockets. This can't be happening,
Tears formed in his eyes and he rested his head on his hands. He was sobbing quietly. Prisha closed the channel and embraced him in a warm hug.
She has seen it, how he worked hard to come this far and just during the beginning of his debut he's dropped.
What did he do to deserve all these?

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You guys!! Next few chapters are going to be ' kadak'

Which ship name do u prefer?
#Ishra
Or
#Prishan

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