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YashasviÃrohit
Yashasvi's eyes followed every movement of Rohit as he stood at the edge of the field, casually tapping his bat on the ground, waiting for his turn to bat.
Yashasvi didn't even try to hide the way his heart raced whenever Rohit was near. It wasn't just admiration for his cricketing skills anymore.
It had become something deeper, something all-consuming.
He had been careful, at first. Just a glance, a little smile when their eyes met during practice, a quick congratulation after a good shot. But the obsession had started to creep in, a feeling he couldn't shake off.
He was always looking for ways to be near Rohit, to hear his voice, to watch him play.
He found himself memorizing every movement, the way Rohit adjusted his helmet, how he smiled after every boundary.
Every small detail felt like a precious secret he held close to his heart.
"You've been staring at him for a while now," Shubman Gill said, nudging Yashasvi with a teasing grin. "Are you gonna make a move or just keep drooling from the sidelines?"
Yashasvi quickly turned away, trying to hide the burning blush creeping up his neck. "I wasn't staring," he muttered, but Shubman wasn't fooled.
Hardik Pandya, who had overheard the exchange, gave a knowing look. "Jaiswal, it's so obvious. You've got a thing for Rohit bhai, don't you?"
Yashasvi stiffened, his face going redder by the second. "No, no, it's nothing like that," he stammered, but both Shubman and Hardik just chuckled.
Rishabh Pant, always the one to call out the truth, joined in, "Man, you can't hide it. You're practically obsessed with him. You know everything about his game, his routine... It's like you've memorized it all."
"I haven't memorized it!" Yashasvi blurted, his voice far too high-pitched for comfort. "It's just... I admire him. He's a great cricketer."
"Sure," Rishabh said, smirking. "Admiration looks a lot like obsession, buddy."
The teasing didn't stop there. Throughout practice and the match, every time Yashasvi looked at Rohit, the team noticed.
Rohit, however, remained blissfully unaware of the way Yashasvi's eyes lingered a little too long, the way his heart would skip a beat when Rohit spoke to him, or how he seemed to always position himself on the field wherever Rohit was.
It was as though everything Yashasvi did was somehow centered around getting closer to him.
By the time the post-match celebrations began, Yashasvi's nerves were shot. The team was joking and laughing around him, but all he could think about was how close he was to Rohit, standing next to him as they chatted casually.
Yashasvi's mind raced with every word Rohit said.
His attention was fixed completely on the older cricketer, forgetting about the noise and the distractions around them.
"You good, Jaiswal?" Rohit asked with a casual grin, not noticing the nervous energy radiating from Yashasvi. "You've been a bit off today."
Yashasvi froze, his pulse quickening. Was it too obvious? He forced a smile. "I'm fine, Rohit bhai. Just... excited for the win," he said, mentally cursing himself for how weak his voice sounded.
Rishabh, ever the troublemaker, couldn't resist. "You sure? Because you've been staring at Rohit like a puppy all day. It's kinda creepy, Jaiswal."
The team burst into laughter, and Yashasvi felt his stomach churn with embarrassment.
He didn't know how to explain the rush of emotions he felt whenever he was near Rohit, how his heart seemed to race whenever their hands brushed, or how his eyes followed him like a shadow.
Rohit raised an eyebrow, looking at Yashasvi. "Really? You've been staring at me like that?" His tone was teasing, but there was something in his eyes that Yashasvi couldn't read.
Yashasvi's face was burning with shame now. "I... I didn't mean to... It's justâ" He stopped, unable to find the words. How could he tell Rohit that it wasn't just admiration anymore? That every moment spent near him felt like a drug he couldn't quit?
"You know," Shubman piped up, "It's kinda cute in a creepy way. I mean, we all know he's obsessed with you, Rohit. He knows everything about your batting, your training, even the way you tie your shoes."
Yashasvi groaned, covering his face in his hands. This was so much worse than he imagined.
"Yashasvi is obsessed with you," Hardik said bluntly.
Rohit blinked. "What? No, he's not. He just... he respects me as a senior, that's all."
"Come on, Bhai," Rishabh said, smirking. "You seriously haven't noticed how Yashasvi looks at you? It's embarrassing."
"Embarrassing for you, maybe," Shubman added with a grin. "But for Yashasvi, it's pure devotion."
Hardik leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. "The kid's obsessed with you. Admit it."
Rohit blinked, turning toward Yashasvi, who was sitting on the couch, red-faced and clearly panicking.
"Yashasvi," Rohit said, frowning. "Is that true?"
Yashasvi stammered, his voice cracking slightly. "W-what? No! I mean, I respect you, Rohit bhaiya! That's all!"
Hardik snorted. "Respect doesn't make you blush like that."
"Shut up!" Yashasvi hissed, burying his face in his hands once again as the others laughed.
As the laughter died down, Rohit crossed his arms, his expression soft but curious. He turned fully toward Yashasvi, who was still avoiding eye contact.
"Yashasvi," Rohit said gently, his tone steady. "Do you like me? And I don't mean as a senior or your captain."
The room fell silent. Yashasvi's head shot up, his eyes wide with panic. He opened his mouth to deny it, but no words came out.
"Well?" Hardik prompted, leaning forward with a smirk.
Yashasvi swallowed hard, his cheeks burning. Finally, he nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "I... I do. I like you. A lot."
Rohit blinked, caught off guard. "Oh."
Hardik snickered. "Told you."
"Shut up, Hardik," Rohit muttered, his gaze still fixed on Yashasvi, who looked like he wanted the earth to swallow him whole.
Rohit let out a slow breath, running a hand through his hair. The weight of Yashasvi's confession hung heavily in the air, but his voice remained calm.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, his tone free of judgment.
Yashasvi fidgeted with his fingers, his gaze fixed on the floor. "I didn't think I should... or that you'd want to know. You'reâyou're you, and I'm just..." He trailed off, his voice faltering.
Rohit stepped closer, crouching slightly to meet his eyes. "Hey, none of that 'just' nonsense. You're a great player, and I respect you, Yashasvi. But this... it's a lot to take in."
Yashasvi nodded quickly. "I know. I'm sorry if this makes things awkward. Iâ"
"Stop apologizing," Rohit interrupted softly, his tone firm yet kind. "I'm not mad. I just need time to figure out how to handle this."
The room stayed silent, except for Hardik's exaggerated cough. "So........ when's the wedding?" he teased, earning a sharp glare from Rohit.
"Not Helping," Rohit snapped before turning back to Yashasvi. "Let's talk about this later. Just the two of us, okay?"
Yashasvi nodded again, a faint flicker of hope in his eyes. "Okay."
As Rohit walked out of the room, Rishabh leaned toward Hardik and whispered, "Man, this is going to be interesting."
Later that evening, Rohit found Yashasvi sitting on a bench near the practice nets, staring at the stars. The younger man looked up nervously as Rohit approached, his heart racing.
"You didn't have to wait up," Rohit said, sitting beside him.
"I couldn't sleep," Yashasvi admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Rohit sighed, leaning back and looking at the sky. "You caught me off guard today, Yashasvi. I wasn't expecting that."
"I'm sorry," Yashasvi said quickly. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
"You didn't," Rohit interrupted, turning to face him. "I just... didn't know you felt that way."
Yashasvi hesitated before speaking. "I know it's stupid. You're my captain, and I shouldn'tâ"
"Stop," Rohit said firmly, his gaze softening. "It's not stupid. Feelings aren't stupid. But you have to understand, this is new for me."
Yashasvi nodded, his eyes searching Rohit's face. "So.... what now?"
Rohit smiled slightly. "Now, we take it slow. I don't want to rush into anything, but I want to give this a chance. You're important to me, Yashasvi. More than I realized."
Yashasvi's breath hitched. "You mean that?"
"I wouldn't say it if I didn't," Rohit said, his voice warm. He reached out, placing a reassuring hand on Yashasvi's shoulder. "We'll figure this out. Together."
A small smile broke across Yashasvi's face, his chest flooding with relief and joy. "Okay. Together."
From a distance, Hardik, Rishabh, and Shubman watched from behind a tree.
"Well, that went better than expected," Hardik muttered.
"Told you Yashasvi had a shot," Rishabh whispered, grinning.
"Think we'll get invited to their first date?" Shubman joked, earning a nudge from Hardik.
As the trio bickered, Rohit glanced their way and shook his head, amused. Then he turned back to Yashasvi, whose smile now lit up the night. Everything felt just right.
THE END.
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