Meher's POV-

Kamlesh and I spent about five minutes in my suite searching a jacket for me, so that I could hide my small injury.

"You know what, just wear mine." He said, taking off his black zipper hoodie and handing it to me.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes baba, just wear it."

I nodded at him, before slipping into his hoodie and zipping it half way.

"Hey, you want to join?" He asked Sidiksha.

"I would love to, but I don't think I can. Got too many edits to complete." She smiled, shrugging her shoulders.

"You guys have fun though." She added.

We bid her goodbye, before making our way to a huge hall that the team had booked.

"If you feel like you can't sit here anymore, inform me right away, okay?" He spoke, as we walked inside the hall.

"I'm not a small kid, but okay." I chuckled.

"Welcome kid!" Brendon cheered from the middle of the hall, while everyone else was seated.

Kamlesh chuckled at me, while I smiled and waved at Brendon.

"Is everyone early or are we late?" I whispered to Kamlesh.

"They're all early. Kamlesh Nagarkoti is never late."

"Right sir." I giggled, shaking my head at him.

I noticed Shubman looking at me, and so I gave him a small smile, which he returned.

Kamlesh softly kept his hand on my back so that I don't hit that part of my back any where. This caused everyone in the hall to give us a teasing look.

I ignored their looks and seated myself between Shubman and Kamlesh.

Shubman was about to ask me something, but right then DK spoke.

"Meher, you okay now?"

I looked at him and then at Kamlesh.

He shook his head slightly, as if saying 'I didn't tell him anything'.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I smiled.

"Okay, if anything, let me know." He smiled back, before ruffling my hair and walking to his seat.

It was Delhi Capitals v/s Kings XI Punjab today.

"Meher, kisko support kar rahi hai?" Nitish asked from his seat.

"Punjab."

"Haar jaegi. Delhi ko support kar."

"Arre apun jeetenge. Dekhlo aap." I retorted.

"Time will tell." He chuckled.

"It definitely will." I played along, flipping my hair in the process, only to cause a few people to laugh.

"Punjab supporter?" Shubman asked from beside me.

"Only for this match."

"Which team do you support?" He questioned.

"KKR."

"Shahrukh sir's fan?"

"I am, but not for him." I stated.

"Then? Home team?"

"No."

"Then why?"

"Why're you so adamant to know?" I questioned, chuckling to myself.

"I just want to." He chuckled along, shrugging his shoulders.

"For Eoin Morgan." Said Kamlesh from beside me.

I looked at him with shock all over my face.

How did he come to know?

"I was just kidding, chill." Kamlesh chuckled.

I sighed, shaking my head.

"Wait. Wait." Shubman stated.

"Is it for Eoin?" He asked.

"Because you didn't say no." He pointed out.

"That, plus, you looked at me like I revealed a secret of yours." Kamlesh added.

The blush on my face gave away the answer.

"Shit." Shubman and Kamlesh whispered in unison, laughing silently.

"Shut up, guys." I nudged them, controlling my laughter.

"He's what? Thirteen- fourteen years elder to you! Bhaiya ko saiya banane chali thi ladki." Kamlesh stated, causing the three of us to laugh harder, but silently.

"What're you guys up to?" Narine asked, causing everyone to look at us.

Since the two of them wouldn't stop laughing, I decided to speak.

I calmed myself down, before saying, "N-Nothing."

Everyone turned their attention back to the screen, thankfully, without asking anything further.

"We can set you up with him, if you'd like that." Shubman stated, still laughing.

"Shut up! He's married!" I exclaimed, blushing profusely.

"Madam, woh bhi mazak hi kar raha tha." Kamlesh laughed.

"I know, but still." I facepalmed, still blushing.

"Shut up, you both." I said, hitting their arms.

"You fine there, Meher?" Eoin Morgan asked.

I couldn't help but stare at him and say nothing.

"Oooo!" Kamlesh stated, hiding his face, but still laughing, which caused Shubman to burst out laughing.

"We're so sorry, guys." Shubman stated, once he noticed that I was busy staring at Eoin and wasn't answering his question.

After everyone had turned their heads towards the screen again, Kamlesh said, "You missed a really good chance of speaking to him."

"I can't speak to the guys I like. I'm really really shy." I stated.

"Shy? Isiliye toh Eoin ko aakhe phaad phaad ke dekh rahi thi." He commented, which caused Shubman to laugh.

The rest of them cheered for I don't know what, but it was something related to what was happening on the screen.

As there was a lot of noise, I said my next sentence a little bit louder for Kamlesh and Shubman to hear clearly.

"Man, I just can't keep my eyes off Eoin Morgan."

Just as the sentence slipped out of my mouth, everyone turned to look at me.

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HELLO!

So, I wasn't about to update today, but RCB beat CSK, and Virat scored 90*, and I was so happy, that I wrote this chapter in like 30 minutes and here it is. Sorry, if it's shit.

ALSO! Shubman scored 56! Did you watch the match? It was so intense, especially the last over. Man, the last shot was so close to being a 6. Ooof.

Anyway, don't forget to vote! 💕

Translations-

~ Meher, kisko support kar rahi hai? - Meher, whom are you supporting?

~ Haar jaegi. Delhi ko support kar. - They'll lose. Support Delhi.

~ Arre apun jeetenge. Dekhlo aap. - We'll win, you see.

~ Bhaiya ko saiya banane chali thi ladki. - He's like your brother, and you were keen on making him your lover.

~ Madam, woh bhi mazak hi kar raha tha. - Madam, he was joking.

~ Isiliye toh Eoin ko aakhe phaad phaad ke dekh rahi thi. - That's the reason you were ogling at Eoin.