The Puzzle Of Love | Ishman

Ch.10

*Ishan's POV*

Shubman agreed on going back home. After relaxing a little, he went to the kitchen, changing into a more comfortable shirt and sweatpants.

He told me to relax properly and have some time to myself because the dinner was going to take a long time to be ready. So I took my time, having a shower, and then placing all the clothes on our bed.
I ordered them according to the casuals, formals, and nightwear. And a secret separate column for Shubman's favourites.

I wore an oversized tee and shorts, knowing it messes with Shubman's head completely. I dried my hair, letting them stay the way they were, not feeling like fixing them. I then put on the cologne we'd just bought and went into the kitchen.

The smell of something delicious filled inside my lungs and I could already taste whatever was cooking. Chicken

I slowly went closer to where Shubman was standing. His shirt long discarded and he was standing only in his sweatpants.
I hugged him from behind, which made him jump at first, but then relaxed.

"Did you take some rest, Darling?"
"I did, Shubi. Always worried about me, why don't you sit for a while?"
"No, not until I treat you with my best and favourite recipe"
"Treat me for?"
"For the kiss"

I placed a few more on his back. I wanted to do this. It wasn't forced. It was out of care. For trust, appreciation and acknowledgement.
"Ishan you don't have to if you don't want to."
"I do want to, Shubman. It's completely from my side. It's not due to any other force or compulsion, I just wanted to let you know that I acknowledge your love and efforts "

He turned around the moment I said those words. Our faves were just inches away. He inhaled a deep breath, kesping it inside of him for a few seconds before letting it out.
"You smell so pleasant, Darling" Ah, yes. He noticed the cologne.
"Why, thank you"
"And this outfit is making me go crazy... I want to do and say a lot right now... You look so heavenly"

I giggled at the compliment, blushing a little.
"God, you look so hot when you blush... I feel like.. like..."
"Like what?"
"Like I want to marry you and make you mine and claim you in a way that shows off to the world"
"You'd marry me?"
"When the time comes, Darling... You don't have to stress ablut this, I just.. I just said it because you're messing with my head, like right now, I don't even know what am I saying"
"I get it, Shubman. I know what you mean. Don't worry yourself."

He nodded, his hands, whoch were around my waist, went back to cooking. I sat on the counter, watching my Shubi cook.

My ficus was completely on his face, his eyes, his lips, his nose, his eyebrows. The minor shifts and changes in them whenever he is doing something difficult, or when he's satisfied with his work.

I was completely lost in his eyes when I heard him scream.
"Aaah!"
"Shubi! What happened?!"
"I cut my finger and it's bleeding"
"God, Shubman! You're so careless. Come here, quickly."

I said hurrying down from the counter, taking his hand in mine.
I turned on the tap for cold water.
"Keep your finger under the tap, Shub, I'll get an ice bowl for you"

I instructed him and pulled out some ice from the fridge, placing it in a bowl along with chilled water.
"C'm'ere Shubi... Give me your hand"
"It's fine, Ish, you don't have to worry so much"
"Shh... Just let me take care of you sometimes... Now, don't move your finger and I'll get the first aid kit"
"It's in the bathroom, Darling"

....

I wiped his finger with some dettol, kissing it a thousand times afterwards because I know it hurts. I wrapped a small bandage around his finger, just like he does to my forehead.