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Veiled Tears..

Shubman's world shattered with the ring of his phone, his parents' jubilant voices slicing through the silence of his room. "Shubman, beta, we've fixed your marriage with Sara Tendulkar. We're so happy!"

The words hung in the air like a heavy fog, suffocating him with their weight. Sara Tendulkar?* The name reverberated in his mind, each syllable a painful reminder of the life he was expected to lead, a life devoid of the one he truly loved.

He managed a weak response, forcing a smile that felt more like a grimace. "Haan, Maa, Papa. I'm happy too."

But as the call ended, and the facade crumbled, the floodgates opened, and tears streamed down his face, each drop a silent testament to the agony tearing him apart from within.

Alone in the darkness of his room, Shubman collapsed onto his bed, his body wracked with sobs. The weight of his unspoken love for Ishan pressed down on him like a suffocating blanket, leaving him gasping for air.

"I can't do this," he whispered into the emptiness, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own heart breaking. "I love you, Ishan." But the words remained trapped within him, buried beneath layers of societal expectations and familial obligations.

He clutched his pillow to his chest, seeking solace in its familiar embrace, but finding only the echo of his own pain. Each heartbeat echoed with the ache of longing, each breath a reminder of the love he could never fully express.

In the darkness of his despair, Shubman wept, his tears a silent symphony of grief and longing. For in that moment, he was not just mourning the loss of a future with Ishan, but the loss of his own freedom to love unabashedly, condemned to a lifetime of veiled tears and unspoken desires.

Ishan stood at the doorway, his heart heavy with the weight of Shubman's unspoken pain. As he watched his best friend curled up on the bed, tears staining his cheeks, Ishan felt a surge of anguish wash over him.

Moving silently across the room, Ishan approached Shubman's bedside. Gently, he reached out and brushed a stray tear from Shubman's cheek, his touch feather-light against the warmth of his skin.

Shubman stirred slightly, his features softened by the peacefulness of sleep. Ishan couldn't help but marvel at the sight of his 29-year-old best friend, vulnerable and raw in the quiet of the night.

For a moment, Ishan allowed himself to forget the barriers that separated them, the expectations that shackled their love. In that fleeting moment, all that mattered was the bond they shared, unbreakable and unyielding in the face of adversity.

With a heavy heart, Ishan pressed a tender kiss to Shubman's forehead, a silent promise to stand by his side no matter what the future held. And as he watched over his slumbering best friend, Ishan prayed for a world where love could reign supreme, where two souls could find solace in each other's embrace without fear or shame.

As the first light of dawn crept into the room, Shubman stirred from his sleep and found himself face to face with Ishan, their bodies intertwined in an unexpected embrace.

Shubman: "Ish?"

Ishan: "Shh, go back to sleep, Shub. You looked peaceful."

Shubman hesitated for a moment, then relaxed into Ishan's embrace, feeling a sense of comfort wash over him.

Shubman: "Thank you, Ish. For being here."

Ishan: "Always, Shub. You're not alone in this."

The morning sun illuminated the breakfast table as Shubman joined the rest of the cricket family. Ishan, too, took his seat, their eyes meeting briefly with a shared understanding that lingered from the quiet moments of the morning.

The clinking of utensils against plates resonated in the air as the team indulged in breakfast. Shubman, however, felt a weight in his chest, the announcement of his impending marriage to Sara Tendulkar weighing heavily on his mind.

Shubman took a deep breath, his gaze flickering between the faces of his teammates. A knot tightened in his stomach as he prepared to utter the words that would alter the course of his life.

Shubman: "Hey, everyone. I have something to share."

The room fell into a hushed silence, the attention of the cricket family now fixed on Shubman.

Shreyas: "What's up, Shubman?"

Shubman: "I... I've decided to get married."

A wave of surprise washed over the room, and Shubman felt the weight of the unspoken truth pressing down on him.

Virat: "That's great news, Shubman! Congratulations!"

Shubman managed a smile, the words leaving a bitter taste on his tongue. The congratulations continued, but amidst the celebration, Shubman's eyes sought Ishan's, a silent plea for understanding.

Ishan maintained a cold expression, concealing the complexities of their shared truth. The unspoken tension hung in the air, leaving a subtle undercurrent beneath the veneer of joy.

As the breakfast continued, Shubman struggled to maintain composure, the weight of societal expectations settling on his shoulders like a heavy cloak. The cricket family, unaware of the emotional turmoil beneath the surface, offered their blessings and well-wishes.

Amidst the congratulations, Shubman stole a glance at Ishan, who met his gaze with a subtle nod—a silent acknowledgment of the sacrifices they were making for the sake of conformity.

The breakfast table, once filled with laughter and camaraderie, now bore witness to the quiet unraveling of a story that dared not speak its name. And as the cricket family toasted to Shubman's future, the unspoken bond between him and Ishan resonated like a poignant melody, echoing through the corridors of their shared silence.

Ishan entered their room, his footsteps heavy with the weight of Shubman's announcement. He closed the door behind him, the sound echoing in the quiet room, amplifying the turmoil within him.

Ishan: "Shubi..."

The room remained silent, the emptiness suffocating Ishan as he stood there, grappling with the reality of Shubman's sudden marriage. With a heavy heart, he made his way to the bathroom, the sound of his own breath the only companion in the darkness.

Turning on the shower, Ishan let the warm water wash over him, a feeble attempt to drown out the cacophony of emotions raging inside him. But as the water mingled with his tears, he found himself unable to escape the pain that threatened to consume him.

Ishan: (Choking on his words) "Why, Shubman? Why her?"

The water provided no answers, only the relentless drumming of his own heartbeat, a constant reminder of the ache in his chest. Leaning against the tiled wall, Ishan let out a guttural sob, the sound reverberating in the confines of the bathroom.

Ishan: (Through choked sobs)"I can't do this, Shubman. I can't watch you marry someone else."

Each word felt like a dagger to his heart, tearing at the fragile threads of hope he had been desperately clinging to. But amidst the pain, there was a quiet resolve, a determination to face the truth no matter how agonizing it may be.

Ishan: "I'll always love you, Shubman. No matter what."

And as the water washed away the tears, leaving behind a trail of raw vulnerability, Ishan vowed to carry the memory of Shubman's love with him, even as he watched him slip away into the arms of another.

...

InMohali, where wedding preparations were in full swing for Shubman'marriage, Virat and Rohit couldn't ignore the strained atmosphere surrounding their younger teammates. The cricket fraternity, known for its close-knit bonds, could sense the undercurrents of unspoken emotions.

Virat noticed Shubman's forced smiles and distant gaze, a stark contrast to his usual vibrant self. Rohit, too, observed Ishan's stoic demeanor, a mask that barely concealed the turmoil within.

Virat: *Pulling Shubman aside* "Shubman, everything okay, mate?"

Shubman: *Forcing a smile* "Yeah, Virat bhai. Just caught up with the wedding preparations, you know?"

Virat: *Concerned* "You sure? You can talk to us, you know."

Shubman hesitated, the weight of his secret pressing on him.

Shubman: "It's just... a lot going on."

Meanwhile, Rohit approached Ishan, who was lost in his own thoughts.

Rohit: "Ishan, what's on your mind? You seem distant."

Ishan: *Masking his emotions* "Just the usual, Rohit bhaiya . Preparing for the wedding and all."

Rohit: *Observant* "I've known you guys for a long time. Something feels off. Talk to me."

Ishan glanced at Shubman, his best friend, who was caught in the whirlwind of preparations.

Ishan: "It's just... it's complicated."

Rohit and Virat exchanged knowing glances, understanding that there was more to the story than met the eye.

Virat: *To Shubman* "Look, Shubman, if there's anything bothering you, we're here for you. Don't hesitate to share."

Rohit echoed the sentiment to Ishan, creating a space for the juniors to open up about the complexities of their emotions.

Later, in the quiet corners of Mohali, Shubman and Ishan found themselves separately with Virat and Rohit, grateful for the opportunity to confide in their seniors. The cricket fraternity, fueled by genuine camaraderie, became a sanctuary for the unspoken, a place where emotions could unfold without judgment.

As the bachelor night unfolded, Ishan stood clad in a slick black shirt, its three buttons teasingly undone, revealing a glimpse of his chest where a tattoo peeked out. Around his neck, a pearl necklace, a gift from Shubman, adorned him with a subtle elegance. His gaze swept across the room, pausing momentarily when he caught sight of Shubman.

Shubman, dressed in a maroon shirt left unbuttoned, the golden chain stolen from Ishan adorning his neck, exuded a magnetic charm that drew Ishan's attention like a moth to flame. Their eyes met, an unspoken understanding passing between them, each acknowledging the allure of the other's presence.

Without a word, they exchanged a silent agreement, acknowledging the undeniable attraction that simmered beneath the surface. Despite the playful banter that flowed between them, neither dared to voice the depths of their desires, fearing the consequences of such admission.

As the night progressed, Shubman found himself entangled in a dance with Sara, their movements fluid yet lacking the same spark that ignited when he danced with Ishan. Ishan, watching from a distance, felt a pang of jealousy twist in his gut, unable to bear the sight of Shubman in another's arms.

Driven by a potent mix of emotions, Ishan turned to the bottle, seeking solace in the numbing embrace of alcohol. The world blurred around him as he drowned his sorrows, the memory of Shubman's laughter and the touch of his fingertips haunting him like a ghost.

But fate intervened, and as the night wore on, Ishan found himself drawn to Shubman once more, unable to resist the gravitational pull that bound them together. With a heart heavy with longing, he approached Shubman, his steps unsteady yet determined.

Without a word, Ishan reached out and pulled Shubman close, their bodies fitting together as if they were two halves of a whole. The music pulsed around them, the rhythm of their dance mirroring the tumultuous emotions that raged within.

As the familiar beats of "Nashe Se Chadh Gayi" filled the air, Ishan's hand found its way to Shubman's waist, the music serving as a backdrop to their shared intimacy.

"Nashe se chadh gayi oye..."

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, the rhythm of the music guiding their every step as they swayed together in the dimly lit room.

"Kudi nashe se chadh gayi..."

Ishan's touch sent a shiver down Shubman's spine, igniting a fire within him that threatened to consume his every thought.

"Patang si lad gayi oye..."*

Their gazes locked, a silent understanding passing between them as they surrendered to the intoxicating spell of the music.

"Udd gayi re chidiya..."

With each twirl and dip, their connection deepened, the lyrics of the song echoing the unspoken desires that pulsed through their veins.

"Jhoom jhoom jhoom baba..."

Their movements grew more fervent, a silent exploration of emotions too complex to articulate in words.

"Jhoom jhoom jhoom baba..."

And as the song reached its climax, Shubman and Ishan found themselves lost in the moment, their hearts beating in time with the rhythm of the music.

But as the final notes of the song faded away, reality came crashing back, leaving them breathless and reeling from the intensity of their shared dance

In the haze of alcohol and tangled emotions, Shubman and Ishan found themselves locked in a tender embrace, their souls laid bare in the silent language of their intertwined bodies. Tears welled in their eyes, a testament to the raw vulnerability that pulsed beneath the surface.

"Ishan," Shubman's voice quivered, the weight of his confession heavy in the air, "I can't imagine a life without you. I love you."

Ishan's heart ached at Shubman's words, the truth echoing the silent whispers of his own heart. "Shubman, mere yaar, I... I love you too," he confessed, his voice choked with emotion.

In that moment, amidst the tumult of their shared emotions, they found solace in each other's arms. The world faded away as they clung to each other, seeking refuge from the harsh realities that awaited them beyond the confines of their embrace.

But even as they held each other close, the specter of society's disapproval loomed large, casting a shadow over their love. They knew that their love was forbidden, that the world would never understand the depths of their connection.

Their tears mingled, a bittersweet symphony of love and longing. In the silence of the night, they found sanctuary, a sacred space where their love could exist unfettered by the constraints of society.

As they wept, their tears became a testament to the depth of their bond, a bond forged in the fires of adversity and strengthened by the power of their shared love.

And as they held each other close, Shubman and Ishan made a silent vow to cherish every stolen moment, every fleeting glance, knowing that their love would forever be their most precious secret, a beacon of hope in a world that sought to keep them apart..

...

As Shubman sat alone, adorned in a Punjabi groom outfit, the weight of his future bearing down on him, Ishan entered the scene. His eyes couldn't help but fixate on Shubman, who looked every bit like a prince, though unfortunately, not his.

"Ishan," Shubman's name escaped his lips in a soft whisper, lost in contemplation of the path laid out before him.

Ishan approached, his gaze tender as he took in the sight of his Shubhie, a vision in the intricacies of tradition and anticipation. "Shubie," Ishan called, his voice cutting through Shubman's trance.

Shubman turned around, and their eyes met. Ishan, dressed in a regal black sherwani, looked nothing short of breathtaking, a stark reminder of the prince he could never claim as his own.

Ishan, unable to resist the magnetic pull of emotions, began the ritual of nazar utarna, warding off any evil that might cast its shadow on Shubman's happiness. His hand reached Shubman's forehead, a gentle touch that spoke volumes.

"Shubie," Ishan's voice carried a blend of love and sorrow, "May your path be free of obstacles, and your journey be filled with joy."

In a poignant moment, Ishan leaned in, placing a tender kiss on Shubman's forehead. The silence between them spoke of a love unspoken, of the pain of unfulfilled dreams.

As the silent tears fell, Shubman and Ishan found solace in this shared moment, where the collision of tradition, unspoken love, and unshed tears created a tapestry of emotions that only they could understand. And in that fleeting connection, as the wedding celebrations unfolded around them, Shubman and Ishan clung to the beauty and sorrow of what could never be.

As Shubman stood at the mandap, adorned in his wedding attire, his heart pounded with anticipation and nerves. He glanced around, searching for Sara, his soon-to-be wife, only to find her approaching with an unexpected determination in her eyes.

With a trembling hand, Sara reached out and took the garland intended for Shubman. Without a word, she turned towards Ishan, her steps faltering slightly as she made her way towards him.

Shubman's heart clenched in confusion and disbelief as he watched Sara give garland to Ishan . His mind reeled with the realization of what was unfolding before him.

"Sara, what... what are you doing?" Shubman's voice wavered with a mixture of shock and anguish, unable to comprehend the gravity of the situation.

Sara met Shubman's gaze with a mixture of sadness and resolve. "Shubman," she began, her voice trembling with emotion, "I can't do this. I can't marry you knowing that your heart belongs to someone else."

Shubman's breath caught in his throat, his mind struggling to process the magnitude of Sara's words. He turned to Ishan, his eyes pleading for understanding, for forgiveness, for the impossible truth to be denied.

But Ishan, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, met Shubman's gaze with a mixture of love and sorrow. "Shubman," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the murmurs of the gathered crowd, "I... I can't let you sacrifice your happiness for me. You deserve to be with someone who can love you fully, without reservation."

And in that moment, amidst the hushed whispers and stunned silence of the onlookers, Shubman realized the depth of the sacrifice that Sara and Ishan were making for his sake. His heart swelled with a mixture of gratitude and heartbreak, knowing that their love was a gift he could never repay.

As the truth of the moment settled over him like a heavy cloak, Shubman's gaze shifted from Sara to Ishan, his eyes filled with an overwhelming sense of love and longing. And in that fleeting moment, amidst the chaos of the disrupted wedding ceremony, Shubman and Ishan shared a silent exchange of understanding, their hearts united in a bond that transcended the boundaries of society and expectation.

As Sara's unexpected gesture unfolded before them, shock and disbelief swept over Shubman's parents. Their mouths hung agape, their eyes wide with astonishment, unable to comprehend the gravity of the situation unfolding before them.

Shubman's mother reached out instinctively, her hand grasping her husband's arm for support as they watched Sara approach Ishan with the garland intended for their son. The air crackled with tension as they exchanged bewildered glances, struggling to process the unprecedented turn of events.

"What is happening?" Shubman's father murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, his brow furrowed with confusion.

Shubman's mother shook her head in disbelief, her heart heavy with a mixture of concern and disbelief. "I... I don't know," she replied, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "Something must have happened. This... this isn't right."

Their minds raced with questions, their thoughts swirling in a whirlwind of confusion and apprehension. How could their carefully planned wedding ceremony unravel in such a shocking manner? What had transpired between Shubman, Sara, and Ishan to prompt such a drastic action?

As they watched the scene unfold before them, Shubman's parents felt a wave of emotions wash over them. Fear, uncertainty, and a profound sense of concern for their son's well-being mingled with the shock of witnessing their carefully constructed plans crumble before their eyes.

As the shock began to subside and the realization of what had transpired sunk in, Shubman took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts and summoning the courage to address his stunned parents.

"Maa papa" Shubman began, his voice steady despite the turmoil swirling within him, "I know this is unexpected, but there's something I need to tell you."

His parents turned to him, their eyes searching his face for answers, their expressions a mix of concern and curiosity.

"Ishan and I... we share a bond that goes beyond friendship," Shubman continued, his words measured yet filled with conviction. "I love him, Mumma papa I've loved him for as long as I can remember."

His parents listened in stunned silence as Shubman poured out his heart, his words echoing in the cavernous space of the mandap.

"And Sara," Shubman's voice softened as he turned to address her, "Sara, thank you for your honesty and for your sacrifice. I will always cherish the kindness and understanding you've shown me."

Tears welled in Sara's eyes as she nodded, her own emotions raw and palpable in the charged atmosphere.

Shubman's parents exchanged a glance, their hearts heavy with the weight of their son's confession. But as they looked into Shubman's eyes, they saw the depth of his love and the sincerity of his words.

After a moment of silence, Shubman's father spoke, his voice filled with a mixture of resignation and acceptance. "Shubman, beta, we may not have expected this, but we love you. And if Ishan is the one who makes you happy, then we will stand by you, no matter what."

A sense of relief washed over Shubman as he embraced his parents, grateful for their understanding and support.

Feeling a surge of gratitude and respect for Sara's courageous act, Ishan approached her with a mixture of admiration and empathy. As he reached out, enveloping her in a tender embrace, the weight of their shared sacrifice hung heavy in the air.

"Sara," Ishan's voice trembled with emotion as he held her close, "thank you. Thank you for your bravery, for your selflessness. You've shown more love and understanding than most could ever imagine."

Sara's shoulders shook with silent sobs as she returned Ishan's embrace, her heart heavy with the weight of her decision. In Ishan's arms, she found solace and understanding, a moment of connection amidst the chaos and confusion of the disrupted wedding ceremony.

As they stood together, their embrace a silent tribute to the complexities of love and sacrifice, Ishan whispered words of gratitude and appreciation, his voice a soothing balm to Sara's wounded soul.

And in that moment of shared understanding, amidst the tangled emotions and unspoken truths, Ishan and Sara found a semblance of peace, knowing that their actions, though painful, were borne out of a deep and abiding love for Shubman.

In a lovely setting with twinkling lights, Ishan and Shubman exchanged garlands, surrounded by their families and cricketing friends. Both families, including Shubman's accepting parents, witnessed the heartfelt ceremony.

Their vows were filled with promises of forever, bringing tears of joy to their loved ones. Sara, standing by their side, offered her blessings with a smile, happy that Shubman had found true love.

As the ceremony ended, Ishan and Shubman sealed their commitment with a sweet kiss. Surrounded by the love and warmth of their dear ones, they stepped into their future hand in hand, knowing that their love would be their guiding light through life's journey, always together.

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