Ishan Centric Oneshots

papa

Ishan- "Hmm"

Ishan was scrolling through his phone on the plane. He was sitting with Shubman and Virat (who wanted to sit with them because he has some petty argument with Rohit)

Shubman was also on his phone reading something (he was reading our fanfics, I just know it)

"Hmm??" Shubman asked

"Mmhmm."

"Hmm-"

"Ye kya hmhm mei baat karre ho tum log? Words ka use Karo mitro. "

Snapped Virat, wearing his eye mask. He was trying to sleep but was disturbed by the two humming

"Sorri Bhaiyaa"

Both of them said at the same time, and went back to their phones.

2 minutes later-

Shub- "HMHM"

Ishan- "mmm?"

"Huh."

"Aayin?"

"AREE PHIR SE TUM DONO SHURU HO GAYE? LAO PHONE DO APNE"

Virat said as he snatched both of their phones awar from them.

"Bhaiyaaa"

Both of them collectively whined and sulked.

"Finally shanti' thought Virat

10 minutes later

"Shubi".

"Bol be"

"Bhaiya so gaye?"

He looked at Virat and said
."lag to Raha hai"

"Accha

Tereko pata hai na ki I love my papa so much?"

"Haan pata hai baba"

"Nai pata because mujhe mere papa bahotttt pasand hai"

"Aacha..kyu?" (He asked even tho he knew the answer. He just loved to listen to Ishan rant)

"Aare bahot pyare hai vo, isliye."

...

"Bas ye bolna tha?"

"Nai nai, I just miss him so much like whaw"

"Ok then call him when we reach yk"

His eyes twinkled at the most obvious answer

"Good idea"

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And then Ishan was lost in thought. His Shubi was asleep, with his head resting on his head because there was no way it would reach his shoulder.

His mind just travelled to the past.

Past with his beloved papa
specifically

He remembers the piggy back rides he used to get all the time

when his father played with his toys along with him

how his father used to take him in his lap, hold his hand and teach him how to write numbers

used to be there for him when he fell sick

,the new toys every Sunday

how he used to sleep on his Papa's stomach and even the Little stories that his papa made for him.