ARRANGE MARRIAGE [SHUBMAN X ISHAN]

Unveiling Love: A Tale of Joy, Jealousy, and Unexpected Turns

As Shubman and Ishan descended the stairs, they were greeted by the sight of their entire family eagerly awaiting them. "Lo mumma, love birds aa gaye!" exclaimed Shahneel. Mrs. Gill beamed as she approached Ishan, her eyes filled with affection. "Kitna pyara lag raha hai mera baccha, kisi ki nazar na lage," she said, gently applying a black tika behind his ears. Ishan smiled gratefully at his mother's tender care. 

"Sorry to interrupt this heartwarming moment," interjected Mr. Gill, "par hame chalna chahiye warna late ho jayenge." "thik hi ji chaliye," replied Mrs. Gill. The parents, Abhishek, Mayank, and Shahneel piled into one car, while Shubman and Ishan shared another. Upon arriving at the venue, Shubman noticed the palpable nervousness radiating from Ishan. 

"Kya hua jaan?" inquired Shubman. "Mujhe daar lag raha hai," confessed Ishan, his lower lip quivering slightly. Shubman gently kissed Ishan's pout, his voice soothing. " It's ok jaan main hun na," he assured him, enveloping Ishan in a warm embrace. As the doors to the grand hall swung open, the paparazzi's relentless cameras flashed, capturing every moment of the couple's entrance. 

Shubman gallantly extended his hand to Ishan, who gracefully accepted it, and together they emerged from the vehicle. The sight of Ishan's ethereal beauty left the onlookers in awe. Shubman possessively wrapped his arms around Ishan's waist, posing for the eager photographers. 

They then made their way into the hall, where their presence turned heads, their every move eliciting admiration and envy from the assembled guests. Ishan couldn't help but feel a surge of contentment, knowing that Shubman belonged solely to him.Soon, Mr. Gill took to the stage.

 "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for being here on such short notice," he began. "I know you may be wondering why we have gathered tonight. Well, there are two reasons. Firstly, I am delighted to announce that my son, Shubman, married the most beautiful, kind, and intelligent young man, Ishan Kishan, last month. We chose to keep the wedding private, but now it is our pleasure to share this news with the world. Cheers to the happy couple!" The crowd raised their glasses and erupted in applause. "The second reason is that Ishan will be joining our company as the new HR Director," Mr. Gill continued. "We are immensely proud of his qualifications and believe he will be an invaluable asset to our team. Cheers to Ishan and his bright future!" 

The crowd once again cheered, and Mr. Gill invited Shubman and Ishan to the stage to share a few words. Hand in hand, they made their way towards the crowd, their faces beaming with gratitude and love.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Shubman began, taking the microphone. "First and foremost, I want to express our heartfelt gratitude to all of you for gracing us with your presence tonight. I am deeply indebted to my beloved husband for choosing me as his life partner. Never before had I experienced love in its truest form; I was oblivious to its meaning until the day my father informed me of an arranged marriage proposal. However, something within me stirred upon our first encounter. His captivating doe eyes, his soft, honey-like voice, and the adorable nervousness in his greeting - it was as if time stood still. I was utterly lost in him. "Spending those brief days together ignited a newfound feeling within me. It was then that I realized the profound meaning of love. My heartfelt appreciation goes out to Ishan, my husband, the person I cherish above all else in this world. And I solemnly promise, my love, that I will never allow tears to cloud your eyes." Shubman concluded his speech to the applause of the crowd.

 Ishan looked at him with eyes filled with adoration and gratitude. He felt incredibly fortunate to have such an extraordinary man as his husband. After their heartfelt exchange, Shubman and Ishan made their way down from the stage to greet their guests. Ishan spotted Abhishek and Mayank teasing each other in the corner. 

"Kya chal raha hai? Kyun lad rahe tum log?" Ishan inquired with a smile. "Bhabhi, ye mujhe 'African monkey' bula raha hai!" Abhishek complained. "Toh, tum mujhe abhi kya bula rahe the? Tum bhi toh mujhe 'monkey' bulate ho," Mayank retorted, leaving to get a drink. Ishan noticed the longing in Abhishek's eyes.