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BumrahxSiraj
After a long day of practice, the team had settled into their usual post-training routine at the hotelâsome playing FIFA in one room, others watching a movie in another.
Siraj was in Hardik and Ishanâs room, laughing loudly at something stupid on TV.
Bumrah, on the other hand, was in his own room, scrolling through his phone when his screen lit up.
Siraj: "Come here, pretending you need something."
Bumrah rolled his eyes. This idiot.
A few minutes later, he knocked on the door.
Hardik opened it, raising an eyebrow. "You?"
"I needâIshanâs charger," Bumrah said smoothly, glancing inside. Siraj was sprawled on the bed, flipping through channels, barely containing a smirk.
Ishan groaned. "Another person stealing my charger? Just take it."
Bumrah walked in, casually grabbing the charger from the table. As he turned, Siraj suddenly stretched, his foot lightly tapping Bumrahâs ankle in a way that was way too intentional.
Bumrah shot him a warning look. Siraj just grinned.
"Thanks," Bumrah muttered, walking out before he actually messed up.
He could still hear Siraj laughing behind him.
The next morning, after breakfast, the team piled into the hotelâs elevator to head back to their rooms. It was packedâRohit, Virat, Shubman, Hardik, Ishan, and, unfortunately, Siraj and Bumrah.
Siraj, standing next to Bumrah, casually let his arm brush against Bumrahâs side. It was subtle, barely noticeable. But Bumrah noticed.
Siraj didnât stop there. He leaned just a little closer, his breath tickling Bumrahâs ear. "Tired?" he whispered.
Bumrah clenched his jaw. "Siraj," he muttered under his breath.
But just then, the elevator jolted slightly, causing Virat to shift. He glanced between them, narrowing his eyes. "Why are you two whispering?"
Siraj immediately straightened. "Just asking Bumrah if heâs excited for practice."
Virat gave them a long look before shaking his head. "You two are acting weird."
Bumrah barely held back a sigh of relief as the elevator doors opened.
That night, Siraj sneaked into Bumrahâs room, flopping onto the bed.
"Youâre pushing it," Bumrah said, arms crossed.
Siraj smirked. "And yet, you havenât stopped me."
Bumrah exhaled. "One day, someone will actually catch us."
Siraj chuckled, leaning back. "Weâre careful."
Before Bumrah could respond, there was a loud knock at the door.
"Oi, open up!"
Their eyes widened. Virat.
Siraj shot up, looking around frantically. "Shit, shitâ"
Bumrah shoved him toward the bathroom. "Hide!"
Siraj barely made it inside before Bumrah opened the door.
Virat walked in, arms crossed. "Why did you take so long?"
Bumrah stayed calm. "I was in the bathroom."
Virat gave him a look, then glanced around the room. "You sure youâre alone?"
Bumrah kept his expression neutral. "Why wouldnât I be?"
Virat hummed. "Because Siraj isnât in his room, and I saw him walking this way earlier."
Bumrahâs heartbeat quickened. "Maybe he went to Ishanâs room."
Viratâs gaze lingered on Bumrah for a second too long before he sighed. "Fine. Just checking. We have an early morning, donât be late."
As soon as he left, Bumrah locked the door and turned to the bathroom.
Siraj peeked out. "That was close."
Bumrah sighed. "Too close."
Siraj grinned. "Admit it, though. You love the thrill."
Bumrah rolled his eyes. "Get out."
Siraj just laughed.
The Disaster
Everything had been fine until it wasnât.
It was late, well past midnight, and the hallways of the hotel were silent.
Most of the team was asleep, but Siraj and Bumrah had found themselves in the small, dimly lit garden area just outside the hotel.
It had become their routineâstealing moments like this when no one was watching.
Siraj leaned against the wall, smirking as Bumrah stood in front of him. "Youâre still tense," he teased.
Bumrah huffed. "Because youâre reckless."
Siraj chuckled. "And yet, you keep showing up."
Bumrah sighed. "Unfortunately."
Siraj grinned. "Liar."
Before Bumrah could protest, Siraj pulled him in by the collar, their lips meeting in a slow, teasing kiss. It wasnât urgent, nor desperateâjust them, wrapped in their secret.
Bumrah melted into it, hands gripping Sirajâs waist, completely unaware of the world around them.
Untilâ
"AHEM."
They froze.
Slowly, painfully, they turned their heads.
Virat and Rohit stood there, arms crossed, looking both unimpressed and vaguely amused.
Siraj swallowed. "Uhâ¦"
Rohit raised an eyebrow. "Really? In the hotel garden?"
Virat shook his head. "You two are actual idiots."
Bumrah ran a hand down his face. "I told you weâd get caught."
Siraj, to his credit, still managed to smirk. "Well, at least we went out in style."
Hardikâs voice suddenly called from behind Virat. "Wait, WHAT did we just walk in on?!"
Ishan popped up beside him. "No way! I KNEW something was up!"
Shubman, looking half-asleep, just stared. "â¦Am I dreaming?"
Bumrah groaned. "Kill me now."
Siraj just laughed. "Well, secretâs out."
Virat sighed. "You two....I donât even know what to say."
Rohit rolled his eyes. "At least try to be subtle next time."
Siraj winked. "No promises."
The End.
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