ARRANGE MARRIAGE [SHUBMAN X ISHAN]

Holika Dahan

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As they entered Ishan's room, Shubman couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia wash over him. Before their marriage, he had only visited Ishan's room once, and now, as his husband, he was stepping into this sacred space once again. 

His eyes immediately landed on a massive photo frame hanging on the wall, showcasing a beautiful moment from their wedding reception. Shubman's heart swelled with joy as he gazed at the picture, a soft smile playing on his lips.

 Just then, Ishan joined him, noticing the direction of Shubman's gaze. "Kya dekh rahe ho aap?" Ishan inquired, prompting Shubman to pull him close into a warm backhug, enveloping his beloved in a cocoon of love. 

"Hamari photo, waise ye kab lagayi?" Shubman's curiosity bubbled as he examined the frame, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Umm... Mumma ne bola ki unhone hamari party ke baad hi ye yahan laga di," Ishan explained, his voice tinged with fondness at the memory of their special day.

 "Hmm..." Shubman responded with a contented hum before planting soft kisses on Ishan's neck, causing a shiver of delight to run down Ishan's spine.

 He turned around in Shubman's arms, looking deeply into his eyes. There was so much love and fondness in that gaze, it made Ishan's heart swell with happiness. 

"Thank you for being here, for being a part of my life," Ishan whispered, his voice full of emotions. Shubman smiled, his eyes twinkling with love. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else but here, with you," he replied, pulling Ishan closer to him.

 As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside seemed to fade away. In that moment, all that mattered was the love they shared, the bond that held them together through thick and thin. 

And as they stood there, lost in each other's embrace, Ishan knew that no matter what life threw their way, as long as they had each other, they could overcome anything.

Ishan was lost in the moment with Shubman, his heart pounding with a newfound passion. Their embrace was broken by the sudden knock on the door, and Ishan begrudgingly pulled away to answer it. 

As he opened the door, his eyes widened in surprise at the sight of his mother standing there. "Maa, kya hua?" Ishan asked, his voice laced with concern. "Kuch nahi, bas ye towels leke aayi thi damad ji ke liye," Mrs. Kishan replied, her eyes twinkling with amusement. 

Ishan shot his mother a look of disbelief. "Maa, are you serious?" Undeterred, Mrs. Kishan pushed Ishan aside and made her way towards Shubman. "Han toh, damad ji pehli baar ghar aa rahe hain, unki khatirdaari toh karni padegi na," she said with a smile.

 "Karlo karlo, jitni karni hai," Ishan muttered under his breath. "Acha, damad ji, aapko meethe me kya pasand hai?" Mrs. Kishan asked, turning to Shubman. Shubman opened his mouth to answer, but Ishan quickly interjected. 

"Unko meethe me rasgulle pasand hai," he said, reaching for their suitcase and opening it. "Aur maa, kabhi humse bhi puch liya karo," he added, a hint of irritation in his voice. "Tu toh chup hi reh. Aap batao beta, aap kya khaoge?" Mrs. Kishan asked, ignoring Ishan's comment.