Where's the moon to my sun?

2.

The next day, Ishan woke up around 8:30 am, since his first lecture was at 10:00 am. After his usual morning meditation, he decided to get showered and dressed up for college. Since, his bathroom was still not fixed, he had to shower in the other room. He laid his clothes on the bed, played some music on his phone and entered the bathroom.

After a nice, warm and long shower, he got out of the bathroom, drying his hair with his spare towel, other one draped tightly around his waist.

"Ik vaari aa bhi ja yaara, ek vaari aa," He sang along to the song as he dried his hair.

Raah taku main bechara, ik vaari aa

Ishan turned around as he heard the door opening. Came in a tall guy with a backpack hanging loosely around his shoulder.

Ishan frowned, not recognising him. Like you know everyone here. His brain quipped sarcastically. Point.

Ishan watched as the guy noticed his presence, his eyes widening comically as he screamed.

"Aahhhhh,"

"What?" Ishan blinked, confused. The hell is he shouting for?

"Oh, my God, oh my God, there's a killer in my house." The guy rambled as he picked up a vase from the table, pointing it towards Ishan.

"Who are you? And what are you doing in my room?" The guy demanded even though he seemed more scared than anything.

"Are you Shubman?" Ishan asked 'cause who else will he be other than Ishan's other housemate.

"Oh, my God, he even knows my name? What should I do?! What should I do?!" The guy named Shubman rambled, clearly panicking, still pointing the vase towards Ishan, "What do you want, you cute killer?"

"What the fuck, Shubman? Who calls a literal killer cute? You're so dumb," He mumbled, talking to himself now.

What the fuck is he saying? Ishan thought while rolling his eyes with an exasperated sigh, "Do I seem like a damn killer to you? Seriously? I'm-"

Even before he could finish, Shubman interrupted him, "Then what are you doing in my room naked?"

Ishan glanced down at himself, again rolling his eyes, "I'm not naked."

"Half-naked. It's the same thing," Shubman replied, "And don't you dare come near me," He added.

Ishan looked at him with a so done expression, but also feeling like he would burst out into laughter any minute, "Bhai, kaha aa raha hu main teri taraf?"

"And before you say something else, I'm Ishan." He added, "Ishan, your new housemate. Abhishek must have told you."

Shubman frowned, before realization dawned on him. He chuckled awkwardly, "Oh, oh, so you're Ishan."

"Yeah."

"But what are you doing in my room then?"

"My room's shower is broken so Abhishek told me to freshen up in your room."

"Oh,"

"Yeah,"

"Oh,"

Ishan looked at him for a second before asking sarcastically, "Do you want to keep standing here and see me changing, sweetheart?"

Shubman turned beetroot red as he fumbled, "Oh, sorry. I'll go out." He smiled nervously, rushing out of the room.

Ishan chuckled, shaking his head. Wow, that was something.

In a few minutes Ishan came out of the room after getting ready. He noticed Shubman on the kitchen counter making coffee.

"Would you like some coffee?" Shubman asked as he saw him.

"I didn't know people offer coffee to killers as well." Ishan quipped, jokingly.

"I'm really sorry for that," Shubman said quietly, his cheeks again turning red from embarrassment.

Ishan chuckled, "It's fine. Atleast now I know that even if I was a killer, I'd be a cute one, right?"

Shubman wanted nothing more than just the ground to open up and swallow him whole. Why does he have to be so dumb and embarrass himself every damn time?

-

"Can you all stop laughing for fuck's sake?" Shubman groaned, glaring at his friends who were wheezing uncontrollably.

"You called him a killer, oh my god," Abhishek laughed, clutching his stomach that now hurt because of the laughter.

"Nahi, nahi, not only a killer, a cute killer." Siraj said, wiping his eyes that were tearing up because of laughing so much.

"I always knew your stupidity could never disappoint." Shreyas chuckled.

"Stop being so mean, guys," Shubman pouted while laying his head on the canteen's table.

Abhishek chuckled, patting his hair, "Shubi, you need to realise that this pouting and all of yours only works with Virat bhai."

Shubman rolled his eyes, "Yaa, that is why he is the best and you all are just a bunch of meanies."

"Aww, are you gonna cry and go complain to your Cheeku bhaiya?" Shreyas mocked.

"Shut up." Shubman deadpanned causing Shreyas to chuckle.

"See, is that your cute killer, Shubi?" Abhishek said, pointing towards a direction.

"Don't fucking point at him," Shubman hissed, smacking his hand before his eyes involuntarily went to the direction he pointed.

"Is that Anaya, Rishabh and Mayank with him?" Siraj asked as Shubman watched Ishan laughing with the people he mentioned. Does he think Shubman's very weird? I think he might after the stunt you pulled this morning. His brain muttered.

"Yeah, they are. Anaya was actually the one who talked to me about the apartment and stuff. They're his friends, I guess." Abhishek answered.

"See, he already has friends and look at me, still no friends even after so long," Shubman sighed dramatically, turning back towards them.

"Hey!"

"What the hell?"

"We're your friends."

Shubman chuckled, "You guys are too dumb to be my friends. Very low IQ."

"Look who's saying," Abhishek said, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, you're right," Shreyas smiled sarcastically, "Just like you're too ugly to be our friend."

"Ooh, need some ice, Shubi?" Siraj asked, chuckling.

Shubman scoffed, "Me? And ugly? Have you even seen this face?" He said, pointing to his own face, "You know, people are dying to be with me," He added, flipping his non-existent long hair.

"Yeah," Abhishek chuckled, "That's why you're single since your birth."

"Shut up," Shubman snapped, "I'm just waiting for my soulmate."

Just at the mention of soulmates, Shreyas' phone rang, flashing his soulmate's name on the screen.

"Excuse me, guys. I'll be back, " Shreyas excused himself, a silly, giddy smile plastered on his face even as he ignored his friends' teasing glances. He had just found his soulmate few days ago and he couldn't be happier.

Shubman smiled, watching Shreyas laughing and talking on his phone a little away from their table. His hand subconsciously went to his chest, touching his soulmark, that was located right over his heart, through the clothes, his eyes reflecting the longing to meet his own other half.

"Where are you?"