Whispers of Love

A Drizzle of Affection

As the rain finally ceased, Shubman and Ishan used a towel to dry themselves off before resuming their journey to Krishnapur. Excitement bubbled within Ishan as they approached the Kishan Haveli. 

With Shubman's help, Ishan alighted from the carriage, and the workers swiftly whisked away their luggage and gifts into the grand house. The entire Kishan family stood at the entrance, ready to welcome the newlyweds. 

Shubman and Ishan respectfully touched their feet, and Mrs. Kishan performed their aarti before ushering them inside. "Namaste Jija Ji," Tara, Ishan's younger sister greeted. "Namaste, kaisi ho?" Shubman replied. 

"Ham thik hai. Par aap dono kyun bheege huye ho?" Tara inquired. "Arey, kuch nahi. Raste me aate wakt baarish ho gayi toh isiliye bheeg gaye," Ishan explained. "Arey, to damad ji ko le ja kapde badalne hai aur Ishu tu bhi ja," Mrs. Kishan directed.

 "Han maa... aaiye ji," Ishan complied, leading Shubman to his room. Entering Ishan's chamber, Shubman was struck by its beauty. "Waise, aapka kamra bahot sundar hai," Shubman remarked. "Par aapke kamre se jyada nahi," Ishan responded, drawing Shubman closer.

 "Wo sirf mera kamra thodi hai, hamara kamra hai na," Shubman added, wrapping his arms around Ishan's waist. "Ham abhi aate hai," Ishan said, moving towards the bathroom. But Shubman grabbed his wrist, pulling him back, locking eyes with him. 

He caressed Ishan's face, planting gentle kisses on his forehead, nose, and cheeks. As he hovered near Ishan's lips, he hesitated, uncertain if Ishan desired more. Ishan, however, welcomed Shubman's attentions, craving further intimacy. 

In the silent exchange of gazes, their unspoken desires hung in the air, interrupted only by a knock on the door.

Ishan extricated himself from Shubman's embrace and approached the door. As he opened it, he was greeted by Tara, who held a jug of water and several glasses. "Maaf karna bhaiya aapko pareshan kiya," Tara said, "Par maa ne kaha hai ye pani ka jug aapko dene ko."

 "Koi nahi, lao hame dedo," Ishan replied, accepting the jug and glasses from her. Tara departed, leaving Ishan to close the door and place the jug on the table. "Aap jaake naha lijiye warna jhukham ho jayega," Ishan suggested. 

"Han," Shubman agreed, and left to bathe. After Shubman's departure, Ishan began selecting clothes for him, placing them on the bed, and then stepped out onto the balcony to savor the fresh air following the rain. 

His mind drifted to thoughts of his life. Just a few days ago, he had been running about this house, playing with friends, confiding in his beloved laddoo gopal, and assisting his parents. Now, here he stood after getting married. 

While he had indeed been blessed with exceptional in-laws, it was his husband who was truly the best a person could hope for. As he pondered, he heard Shubman calling his name from within the room. "Ishan?" Shubman inquired.

 "Aa rahe hai," Ishan replied, and entered the room. Shubman had already dressed. "Jao jaake naha lo," Shubman urged. "Ji," Ishan said, and left to shower. Shubman then descended the stairs and encountered his father-in-law, who was engrossed in reading a newspaper.

 Noticing Shubman, he beckoned him over. "Arey, damad ji aaiye baithiye," Mr Kishan invited. "Ji baba," Shubman replied, and seated himself beside him. "Kaisa chal raha hai sab?" Mr Kishan inquired. "Sab thik hai baba," Shubman assured him, and they engaged in conversation. 

As they chatted, Shubman discerned the sound of anklets, indicating that his beloved Ishan was approaching. Shubman gazed towards the stairs, and his eyes beheld Ishan descending, looking as radiant as a flower, his anklets tinkling harmoniously.

Ishan walked over to Shubman and his father and sat down next to Shubman. "Kya baat chal rahi hai, baba?" Ishan asked. "Kuch nahi bas aise hi," Mr. Kishan said. "Acha. Waise aap aaj rukoge na?" Ishan asked.

 "Nahi, mujhe jana hoga," Shubman said. "Par kyun?" Ishan asked, feeling sad. "Kal school jana hai na, toh main khana khake chala jaunga," Shubman said. "Thik hai fir," Ishan said, and left. "Suno, Ishan," Shubman called, but Ishan didn't listen. 

"Koi baat nahi beta, wo maan jayega," Mr. Kishan said. Soon, Mrs. Kishan called them for lunch, and they went to the dining room and sat down. Ishan served them and sat down next to Shubman, still not talking to him. 

After lunch, Shubman was in their room packing his wet clothes when Ishan came in to help him. Shubman saw him and pulled him in by the waist. "Gussa ho mujhse?" Shubman asked. "Nahi toh, kisne kaha ham aapse gussa hai?" Ishan said. 

"Toh fir baat kyun nahi kar rahe?" Shubman asked. "Kar toh rahe hain," Ishan said, and tried to squirm out of Shubman's grasp, but wasn't able to because his husband was too strong.

 "Hame pata hai tum gussa ho. Par jaan hame maaf kar do, agar kal school nahi jana hota toh ham ruk jaate," Shubman said. "Hmm... toh hame lene kon aayega?" Ishan asked. "Baba tumhe chodne aayenge na?" Shubman said. 

Ishan looked at him. "Hame aapki yaad aayegi," Ishan said, and put his head on Shubman's chest. "Hame bhi jaan," Shubman said. Ishan looked up at him and stood on his tiptoes, wrapping his arms around Shubman's neck. 

Shubman was confused about what he was doing, but then was shocked when he felt Ishan's lips on his own. It felt like electricity running through his body. He regained his composure and kissed him back.

 Ishan was kissing him messily – it was obvious that he didn't know how to kiss, although Shubman didn't really know either, but he still knew. They kissed for a while, and Shubman broke the kiss when he felt Ishan running out of breath.

 He looked at Ishan, whose cheeks were flushed, lips swollen, and a shy smile on his face. "Acha ji toh aab sharma rahe ho?" Shubman teased.

As Shubman teased Ishan about his shyness, Ishan couldn't help but blush even more, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink. "H-ham nahi sharma rahe," Ishan stammered, trying to regain his composure.

Shubman chuckled softly, his eyes filled with affection as he gazed at his husband. "Tum sharmate huye bahot ache lagte ho?" he said, gently brushing his fingers against Ishan's cheek.

Ishan's heart fluttered at Shubman's words, feeling a surge of warmth and love wash over him. "Bas kijiye," he said, playfully swatting Shubman's hand away, but his eyes sparkled with happiness.

They stood there for a moment, caught in each other's gaze, the world around them fading into the background. In that moment, there was nothing else that mattered except the love they shared, a love that transcended words and boundaries.

But their moment of intimacy was interrupted by a knock on the door, breaking the spell. "Shubman, taiyar ho gaye kya?" Mr. Kishan's voice called from outside.

Shubman sighed, reluctantly pulling away from Ishan. "Aa rahe hai, baba," he called back, his gaze lingering on Ishan for a moment longer before he turned to finish packing.

Ishan watched silently as Shubman gathered his things, a pang of sadness tugging at his heart. He knew that Shubman had to go back to school, but he couldn't help but wish that they could stay together a little while longer.

As Shubman finished packing, he turned to Ishan with a soft smile. "Ham pahunch ke chitthi bhej denge," he promised, reaching out to take Ishan's hand in his own.

Ishan nodded, squeezing Shubman's hand gently. "Apna dhyan rakhiye ga, thik hai?" he said, his voice filled with love and concern.

"Han, aur tum bhi," Shubman said, pressing a tender kiss to Ishan's forehead before reluctantly letting go of his hand and heading towards the door.

Ishan watched as Shubman left the room, feeling a sense of longing wash over him. But as he stood there alone, he knew that their love would keep them connected, no matter the distance between them. And with that thought in his heart, Ishan couldn't help but smile, knowing that their love would always endure.

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