ARRANGE MARRIAGE [SHUBMAN X ISHAN]

Love's Warm Embrace: Ishan and Shubman's Journey Home

The next morning, Ishan woke up and saw Shubman sleeping peacefully beside him. 

He couldn't help but stare at his husband, admiring his beauty. 

Shubman stirred in his sleep and opened his eyes, catching Ishan staring at him. 

"Done staring at me, baby?" Shubman asked with a mischievous smile. 

Ishan's eyes widened as he realized he had been caught.

 "Y-yeah," he stuttered. 

Shubman chuckled and leaned in to peck Ishan's lips.

 "Good morning, babe," he said softly. 

"Good morning," Ishan replied, feeling his cheeks flush. 

He gently pushed Shubman away and got out of bed, heading to the bathroom to get ready for the day. 

As he brushed his teeth, he thought about how lucky he was to have Shubman in his life. 

After Ishan, Shubman went to freshen up.

 He came out all ready, and both of them went downstairs.

 Their flight was at 10 am, and it was currently 7 am. 

"Good morning, everyone," both Shubman and Ishan said. 

"Good morning, love birds," Shahneel replied. 

Mrs. Gill came and gave each of them paratha. 

"Jaldi jaldi kha lo, warna late ho jayenge," she said. 

All four of them were stuffing their mouths with the delicious paratha. 

"Ishu, Shubi tum dono ne pack kar liya na," Mr. Gill asked. 

"Ji papa kar diya," Ishan responded.

 "Wo mera abhi bhi kuch reh raha hai," Shubman replied nervously.

 "Shubi, maine aapko bola tha na pack kar lijiye par nhi aapko toh wo office ke kam se hi fursat nhi hai," Ishan said with a pout.

 "Office ka kam? Ishu kal ye office ka kam kar raha tha?" Mrs. Gill asked. 

"Ji mummy, kal raat ko inhone mujhe jitni chize di maine pack kar di, phir maine pucha bhi kuch aur toh bach nhi gaya na bolte nhi bacha. Fir baad me ye sone ke bajay office ka kam kar rhe the," Ishan explained. 

"Shubi maine bola tha na abhi 1 mahine tak koi office ka kam nhi karna hai," Mrs. Gill said sternly.

 "Sorry, mama bas thoda sa kam tha abhi kuch kam nhi hai. Abhi sara time bas ishu ko," Shubman said and side-hugged Ishan. 

"Aap kya bhul gaye pack karna?" Ishan asked his husband. 

"Hai bas kuch pack karna tha, main pack karke aata hu," Shubman replied and left from there.

 He came downstairs, and everybody left for the airport.

After a scenic two-hour and twenty-three-minute flight, they arrived in Amritsar, the holy city of the Sikhs. 

As they disembarked from the plane, Ishan's doe eyes absorbed the sights and sounds of the bustling airport. 

Shubman, noticing Ishan's nervousness, reached out to hold his hand, sending a wave of warmth through Ishan's body. 

They retrieved their luggage and made their way towards the exit, where they were greeted by Jaspreet, Shubman's cousin, a jovial young man with a welcoming smile.

 After exchanging warm embraces, Jaspreet couldn't help but notice the glint of love in Ishan's eyes as he looked at Shubman.

 "Is this Shubman bhaiya's husband?" Jaspreet asked, his eyes twinkling with curiosity.

 Ishan nodded shyly, his cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. 

"I'm Jaspreet, Shubman bhaiya's younger brother, and if you don't mind, yours too," Jaspreet said, extending a hand to Ishan. 

Ishan smiled, his heart swelling with affection for this welcoming family.

 "Ishan, and if you're Shubman's brother, then you're my brother too," Ishan replied, his voice filled with sincerity. 

Jaspreet beamed, recognizing the bond that was forming between them. 

They settled into the car and began their journey to Shubman's village, the sun casting long shadows across the lush green fields.

 Throughout the ride, Shubman sensed Ishan's apprehension and reached out to reassure him.

 "Don't worry, everything will be fine," he whispered, squeezing Ishan's hand. 

Ishan relaxed into Shubman's embrace, finding solace in his words and the love that radiated from him.

In the quaint village, nestled amidst lush greenery and surrounded by the warmth of his loved ones, Ishan's heart throbbed with a mix of excitement and trepidation. 

He had finally arrived, hand-in-hand with Shubman, at the threshold of Shubman's ancestral home. 

As their eyes met, Shubman noticed the flicker of insecurity in Ishan's gaze and squeezed his hand reassuringly. 

"Shubhi?" Ishan called out softly, his voice a tender caress in the twilight air. 

"Hn, Ishu," Shubman replied, his eyes twinkling with adoration. 

"Ye sab aapke family members hain?" Ishan inquired, his voice laced with a hint of apprehension. 

"Hn, chinta mat karo ye sab bahot ache hai," Shubman said, his words a soothing balm to Ishan's nerves. 

With that, Shubman's grandmother, a matriarch with eyes that sparkled with wisdom and kindness, stepped forward and enveloped Ishan in a warm embrace.

 Ishan smiled shyly and returned the gesture, feeling a surge of affection for this woman who had raised the man he loved.

 "haye, mera puttar kinna sona lag raha hai,"  grandmother exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine warmth.

 "Peri pona, Dadi ji," Ishan replied, his cheeks flushed with a rosy hue as he touched her feet in a respectful gesture of reverence.

 "Arey, khush reh puttar , jeeta reh. Waise mereko pata nhi tha meri bahu apne bete ke liye inna sona munda layegi,"  grandmother said, her eyes glistening with tears of joy as she pecked Ishan's forehead.

 "Kya mummy aapko mujhpe shak tha?" Mrs. Gill, Shubman's mother, teased playfully. 

"Pehle tha par aab nhi," grandmother replied, her words eliciting a chorus of laughter from the gathered family members.

 One by one, they approached Ishan, their smiles radiating genuine warmth and acceptance.

 They welcomed him into their fold with open arms, making him feel like he truly belonged.

 "Peri pona dadi ji," Shubman said to his grandmother.

 "Khush reh puttar aur mere pote ka dhyan rakhna,"  grandmother replied, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

 "Kya dadi aap toh mujhe bhul hi gaye jab se Ishu aya hai" Shubman pouted, feigning hurt.

 Grandmother playfully smacked his head, her laughter filling the air.

 "Oho, puttar uske ane se toh tere liye mera pyar badha hai. Kitna sona munda laya hai tu," she said, her words a testament to the depth of her affection for both her grandsons.

 "Chalo tum log jao aur fresh ho jao, fir lunch bhi toh karna hai," grandmother instructed, her voice filled with warmth and authority. 

With smiles on their faces and hearts filled with contentment, Ishan and Shubman made their way to their room.