Rewrite Our Future [Ishman / Shubish]

Chapter 2.

It was around 4 PM, everyone was getting ready to go and have some fun while exploring Chidambaram.

"You don't look good in that t-shirt." Shubman muttered, looking at Ishan who was standing infront of the mirror, fixing his hair. "You are totally bad at lying, Shubman." His thoughts refused to accept his own words.

Ishan rolled his eyes. "It's yours, remember?" he scoffed, folding his hands.

"Whatever." Shubman retorted, pushing Ishan aside to check his own outfit.

Ishan frowned. "Why do you always push me, dude?!" he exclaimed.

"Atleast I don't push you onto the bed." Shubman winked.

Ishan was flabbergasted. "I don't mind if you do" was what he thought of replying with but instead, he said, "Go and push Sara onto the bed, that would be better."

"Jealous much?" Shubman inquired with a smirk while rolling the sleeves of his shirt.

Ishan chuckled. "Jealous? whom am I supposed to be jealous of?" he raised his eyebrow.

"You know whom I'm talking about." Shubman bantered, turning to Ishan.

"No, I don't." Ishan retorted, frowning.

Shubman went towards Ishan. "You don't?"

Ishan stepped back and realized that if he took another step backwards, he would probably stumble onto the bed. "No." he denied as he shook his head.

Shubman held Ishan by his jaw, making him look straight into Shubman's eyes. "Are you sure?"

"Ye-" Ishan was about to answer when his phone, which was kept on the nightstand beside the bed, rang. It was Hardik. He quickly shoved Shubman's hands away from his jaw and grabbed the phone, his cheeks heating up in embarrassment. "Thank god, you called Hardik bhai!" he thought while answering the call.

Hardik informed that they are ready to go. "We'll be leaving, come downstairs."

Ishan replied, "Yeah, we'll be right there" the call ended. Ishan put his phone in the pocket and cleared his throat. "Let's go, shall we?" he questioned as he reached out for the keys.

"Aw man, but I was in a mood to flirt, dang it." Shubman said with a pout.

"Aw man, better luck next time." Ishan teased Shubman as he pinched his cheeks. "Now, would you come or should I just lock you inside this room?"

Shubman challenged, "You wouldn't dare."

"Oh yeah? Challenge accepted."

Ishan quickly grabbed the keys from the table and ran straight outside the room, locking the door from outside.

"HEY! COME ON, DUDE! OPEN THE DOOR!"

"YOU CHALLENGED ME!"

"WELL, I'M SORRY!"

"WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"

"I SAID I'M SORRY!"

Ishan snickered and stood infront of the door while Shubman kept banging on the door. "Nuh uh, a 'sorry' won't work."

"WE'RE GONNA BE LATE!"

"They won't leave without us."

"Please na, Ishu! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have challenged you! How about this? If you unlock the door, then um, I'll buy you buckets of ice cream!"

"Sounds convincing." Ishan nodded as he unlocked the door. "You better not forget it."

"Haan, haan, chinta mat kar. Pakka khilaunga." Shubman reassured and came out of the room.
(Yeah, yeah, don't worry. I'll definitely feed you.)