My Babyboy ❤️ (Ishman / Shubish)

chapter 1

The cafe was closing soon Ishan was tired and his shift was almost over, that made him happy as he loaded cups, mugs and plates up on a big tray and headed out to deliver an order to one of his tables.There are drunk guys at the table.

He put his customer service face on and smile.he stopped at that table where those drunk guys sat they were throwing food, laughing they literally made a mess. He had to deal with in his job as a waiter.

Ishan roll his eyes. He just smiled at them and give them their coffe in front of them. he jumped and almost dropped the tray and snack as he felt someone pinch his ass. He turned a look at the man closest to him and scowled at the smirk on the asshole's face. He sat the last plate down with a loud 'thunk' in front of him.

"Please keep your hands to yourself sir, or I will have to ask you to leave." Ishan said coldly to the man who had pinched his butt before turning to the rest of the table. "Is there anything else I can get you?"

"A blowjob?" One of the guy said, Ishan wanted to punch him but also didn't want to lose his job.

"I'm gonna take that as a no." He turned and get back into the kitchen.

"what happened?" One of the other waiters, Mayank asked as Ishan leaned against the counter and sighed.

"These boys idiots think they can do whatever they want But if one more of them pinch my ass, I swear to god I'll throw hot coffee on their face."

Mayank was trying not to laugh but failing miserably. His laughter brought out Ishan's own and they cracked up together.

"you'll make a scene but I would pay good money to see that!" Ishan pushed him and scoffed, trying to get his own laughter under control.

"But these guys are the worst." Ishan pouting.

"Do you want me to take that table, we can switch one?" Mayank offered.

"And let them win? Hell no." Ishan said.

Ishan liked his job okay, outside of his late-night weekend shifts. It was just a job, but he liked the nice old man who owned the place, and it was close to his apartment and to campus, which was about as good as it was going to get.

As a broke college student who lives in a city like Mumbai, he was happy with a steady job and the ability to live independently, if maybe a little closer to the poverty line than he would like. His parents had offered to help pay for his bills, but he'd stupidly refused both because he knew his parents weren't wealthy and take a loan for his education and living.

Ishan wanted to be 'independent'. It hadn't taken long to realize that independence blows and he would actually love some help with his bills. But he would never ask his parents for help unless it was an emergency. They already gave him money for his first year admission in college.

The table of those idiot guys left a mess when they left and a tip of 200rs. Ishan
clean the table, gathering the plates in the tub and carrying it to the back before going back out to finish up. However, as he was about to start cleaning again, the owner stopped him and took over, patting his back.

"I know you're tired, why don't you head home early?"

Ishan try to protest, but he shooed him away. He turned around and gave him a tight hug before dashing off to count up his tips and cash out for the night.

"Thank you sir, You're the best."

Ishan walked up to the bus stop it was freezing at night in Mumbai he trying to warm up. Diwali is just moth away he loves this time of the year.

His family always spent diwali together, and some of his best memories were from those times. He wondered if he'd have enough money to go home for the holidays this year. Maybe he would skip it this year. He had bills to pay and with the way tips at work. he was going to be short on rent...again.