🔞Someone to Love [Ishman One Shots]✓

🔞☁️Marry Me, Romeo [Wedding]

“I am the happiest man alive today because of you. I promise to care for you and protect you. I promise to comfort you and encourage you. I promise to cherish and love you more than cricket. I promise to be with you as long as we live and breathe. And I gladly take you, Ishan Kishan, as my lawfully wedded husband.” 

The hooting and clapping couldn't overcome the noise of happiness inside Ishan's heart, he was smiling with all teeth and a few tears shone in his eyes. 

“I'm crying Nuskie, look at my children getting married!” 

Virat blurted out in a pretence-cry as Anushka and the rest of the ICT men laughed it off, a little emotional as well. Rohit had the same expression of joy as he grasped Ritika’s hand tightly, reminiscing his own sweet union with her. 

“And I take you, Shubman Gill, as my lawfully wedded husband. I promise to be your loyal lover in sorrow, triumph, distance and closeness. I promise to build a life with you. I promise to cover you from the rain, shield you from the wind and make a warm home for you inside my heart. I love you.” 

Shubman smiled ear to ear as he pulled his husband by the waist and placed a chaste kiss on his forehead lingering a second extra. 

“Shubii and Ishu are married now!!” 

Hardik screamed and opened the champagne bottle as if that was what he was waiting for the entire day. The entire hall, mostly filled with the men and their wives of the cricket team and a few relatives from both the sides of their families. Ishan's and Shubman's mothers were busy discussing the honeymoon destination sitting on one of the sofas while the fathers were in the buffet counters making sure the guests were eating well.

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Ishan could not take his eyes off Shubman.

The grand hall was overflowing with wedding guests, roasted meats, loaves of bread, and vessels of various libations on every table. Shubman was standing across the room talking with Rohit and Virat, but he felt Ishan’s attention on him, and returned the stare with his classic dimpled smile. 

Heat burst through Ishan's skin. He reminded himself to keep his composure, at least until later, when he was finally alone with him, with his husband. He smiled at the thought, then forced himself to briefly look away, to embrace the relatives who had come to celebrate this glorious day.

When he looked again, he’s not there. Ishan lost him in the sea of faces.

Suddenly, he felt his massive hand tickle the small of his back. His lips were against Ishan's ear, his breath warm. His long arms were brushing against his shoulder.

Ishan was about to turn around, to beg Shubi to take them out of there. Then and there.

But he didn't get the chance. His drunken friend Mayank scooped him happily into his robust arms – again — wishing him a happy life and many babies, as if he could push them out. 

Others followed, offering blessings.

Shubman was gone.

Ishan searched wildly for him. The music was swelling.

The room began to pulse with lively dancing and singing. Ishan was swept into a dizzying circle of toe-tapping, thigh-slapping and arm-linking.

That’s when he found Shubman.

He was across from him in the circle, laughing, clapping, awkwardly moving to the music with Rahul and Siraj. Ishan had never seen him so happy, so carefree.