BumrahÃHardik
The living room of Hardik's apartment buzzed with life. Ishan and Shubman were huddled together on the couch, scrolling through memes and laughing so hard they nearly fell over.
Rahul sat nearby, casually sipping a soda while tossing in sarcastic quips, much to Shubman's annoyance.
Krunal, leaning against the kitchen counter, was scrolling through his phone but keeping an eye on everyone.
Across the room, Bumrah sat with Surya and Siraj, his eyes fixed on Hardik.
"Bhai, I think Jassi's about to blow a fuse," Siraj whispered to Surya.
Surya chuckled. "It's because Hardik's been glued to Ishan all evening. Look at his faceâclassic possessive Jassi."
Sure enough, Bumrah's jaw was clenched, his foot tapping impatiently. He muttered, "Why does Ishan have to cling to him like that? He's practically in his lap!"
"Relax, Jassi," Surya said, grinning. "It's just Ishan. What's he going to do? Steal Hardik from you?"
"That's not funny," Bumrah shot back.
"Look bhaiya" Ishan said, leaning in to show Hardik a meme on his phone.
Hardik laughed loudly, slapping Ishan's back. "Bro, where do you even find this stuff? It's gold!"
Shubman smirked from the other side of the couch. "Careful, Ishan. If you keep this up, Jassi bhai's going to storm over here."
Rahul chuckled. "Oh, he's already at code red. Hardik, you're in for a lecture tonight."
Hardik glanced toward Bumrah, catching the intense glare aimed in their direction. He sighed. "What now?"
"Maybe he's jealous," Shubman teased.
"Jealous of what? Ishan?" Hardik shook his head, laughing.
Hardik stood and walked over to Bumrah, dropping into the chair beside him.
"What's the matter, Jassi?" Hardik asked, his voice teasing.
"What's the matter?" Bumrah repeated, his tone icy. "Why are you letting Ishan hang all over you?"
Hardik raised an eyebrow. "He's like my brother, Jassi. Why would you even think anything else?"
Siraj tried to stifle his laugh, muttering to Surya, "There it is. Brother card, played."
Bumrah, however, wasn't amused. "He might be like a brother to you, but he doesn't act like one."
Hardik groaned, leaning forward. "Jassi, you're reading too much into this. Ishan is family. He doesn't see me that way, and neither do I. Stop being so dramatic."
Surya leaned in, whispering, "If this is Jassi being dramatic, I'm afraid to see what happens when he's serious."
Bumrah ignored him, focusing solely on Hardik. "You're mine, Hardik. And I don't like sharing."
Hardik smirked, leaning closer. "You don't have to share me with anyone, Jassi. I'm yours, always."
Bumrah's gaze softened slightly, but his protective streak remained. "Good. Because if Ishan clings to you one more time, I'm sending him home."
Surya and Siraj burst out laughing. "That's the spirit, Jassi bhai!!" Siraj said, earning a glare from Bumrah.
Back on the couch, Ishan frowned. "What's their problem now?"
Shubman rolled his eyes. "You're the problem, apparently. Poor Jassi bhai can't handle you being too close to Hardik bhai."
Rahul shook his head, chuckling. "Jassi doesn't trust anyone around Hardik. You're just today's target."
Krunal, still by the counter, finally spoke. "If they keep this up, they'll ruin every family gathering we ever have. I need a break."
Ishan huffed. "Hardik bhaiya just ditched me for Jassi bhai. Again."
Shubman rolled his eyes. "You knew this would happen. Jassi bhai can't survive more than five minutes without marking his territory."
Krunal, shaking his head, finally spoke up. "As long as they don't set the house on fire with their drama, I don't care."
Rahul smirked. "Give it time."
And just like that, the party carried on, with Bumrah keeping Hardik firmly by his side, ensuring everyone knew exactly who he belonged to.
The End.
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Since many wanted more of Bumrah and Hardik.