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This oneshot is the result of @lostsoulofhope fantastic request â enjoy!
ãThis is a work of fiction. Names of cricketers, actors, and public figures are used fictitiouslyã
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JaspritÃHardik
The Indian cricket team had just wrapped up a grueling training session when a delivery boy entered the practice ground with a wide smile, holding a bouquet of fresh roses. "Delivery for Hardik Pandya!"
Hardik, mid-laugh with Ishan and KL, froze in surprise. "Me?"
"Yes, sir," the delivery boy replied, handing him the roses. The boys erupted in teasing whistles and hoots.
Rohit raised an eyebrow with a mischievous grin. "Hardik, roses? From whom?"
"Probably a fan," Hardik mumbled, his cheeks slightly pink. But he knew the truthâBumrah had sent them.
It was just another thoughtful gesture from his boyfriend, who insisted on keeping their relationship secret for now.And now, this was the third time Jasprit had sent him a surprise giftâanonymously, of course.
"Oh, it's not just this, Rohit bhai," KL chimed in. "He got chocolates last week, too. And wasn't there that luxury watch two days ago?"
"Right! I forgot about that!" Virat joined in, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Hardik Pandya has a secret admirer!"
"More like a secret boyfriend," Ishan teased. "Who is it, Hardik baby? Spill!"
Hardik's blush deepened as he stammered, "I-I don't know what you're talking about."
The room buzzed with energy as the guessing game began.
"Maybe it's Shubman," KL suggested, smirking. "He's always hanging around you."
"Shubman?" Virat snorted. "Too obvious. What about that journalist who interviewed him last month? What was his name.... Arjun?"
Hardik nearly choked on his water. "It's not Arjun!"
"Okay, okay," Ishan said, tapping his chin dramatically. "What about one of the physios? That new guyâManish? He's always checking on Hardik during matches."
"Manish?" Rohit laughed. "No way. I think it's someone from another team. Maybe David Warner?"
Hardik's jaw dropped. "Warner?! Are you guys serious right now?"
"Hey, Warner loves you," Virat added with a wink. "Always commenting on your posts. Could be him!"
"Or maybe it's a Bollywood actor," KL continued. "Ranveer Singh? He's flamboyant enough for you."
"Ranveer?" Hardik shook his head, bewildered. "He's married!"
"Doesn't mean he doesn't admire you," Ishan teased, earning laughs from the others.
"Fine, fine," Rohit interrupted. "What about someone closer to home? How about.... Chahal?"
"Chahal?" Hardik repeated in disbelief, his blush now a full-on red. "Why would Chahal send me gifts?"
"Why wouldn't he?" Virat quipped. "He's got the sense of humor to pull something like this off."
Bumrah, sitting quietly in the corner, clenched his jaw.
He had been listening to this nonsense for the past ten minutes, and each ridiculous guess made his blood boil. How could they not see the truth? He sent the gifts. He was Hardik's boyfriend.
"Wait, wait," Ishan cut in, grinning wickedly. "What if it's someone really unexpected? Like.... Rahul Dravid?"
The room burst into laughter at the absurdity of the idea. Hardik groaned, burying his face in his hands. "You guys are impossible!"
"And you're blushing!" KL pointed out. "So it must be someone special. Come on, Hardik, give us a clue!"
Bumrah's patience snapped. Enough was enough. Standing abruptly, he silenced the room. Everyone turned to look at him, startled by the sudden movement.
Bumrah crossed the distance to where Hardik sat, his gaze intense.
Without a word, he cupped Hardik's face and leaned down, pressing a firm kiss to his lips.
The room exploded.
Virat dropped the bat he was holding, pointing at the pair in disbelief. "WHAT IS HAPPENING?"
Ishan collapsed onto a nearby couch, dramatically fanning himself. "I can'tâI'mâwhatâ"
KL was trying to hide his laughter, while Rohit sat back, smirking like he had just won a bet.
MS Dhoni, unbothered, took another sip of tea and muttered, "Well, that clears things up. Someone pass the biscuits."
Hardik, utterly breathless and now even redder, stared at Bumrah. "Jassi! What are you doing?"
"Ending the circus," Bumrah replied coolly, though his possessiveness was evident.
"Youâyou didn't have toâ"
"Yes, I did," Bumrah interrupted, smirking as he turned to the team. "Any more guesses?"
The room was silent for a moment before Rohit clapped his hands. "Well, congratulations, boys. That was unexpected but entertaining."
Virat was still recovering. "You mean to tell me this whole time it was YOU, Bumrah?"
"Obviously," Bumrah said, pulling Hardik closer.
"Why didn't we guess that?" KL muttered, shaking his head.
Hardik groaned again, this time hiding his face against Bumrah's shoulder. "You're impossible."
"And you're mine," Bumrah said smugly, planting a quick kiss on Hardik's temple.
The room buzzed with laughter and teasing once more, but Bumrah didn't care. The guessing game was over, and he'd made his point loud and clear.
THE END.
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I tried to finish it in a single day so i didn't review it. Forgive me if there is any mistake.