Where's the moon to my sun?

8.

Ishan had been going crazy since that day in Shubman's room, he often found himself staring at the man without even realizing, his gaze lingering longer than necessary and all of this was frightening him. He admits that he do find Shubman attractive as fuck, the man is gorgeous without any doubt but he just can't date someone based on that, he's supposed to wait for his soulmate. He was here for them, not to get tangled in all these things.

Ishan still hangs out with Shubman 'Cause honestly he had started to get very attached to the man and he can't just ignore him because of his own conflicting feelings. But that adds one more layer of complexity to his problem, he could feel this simple infatuation turning into something more deep, his heart skips a beat every time Shubman's near and the man's simple touch always seem to release the zoo of butterflies in his stomach, sometimes it even feels like electricity goes down his spine whenever Shubman's hand makes contact with his skin.

He feels saddened seeing the man sad, more like it feels as if someone is brutally squeezing his heart inside his chest and seeing Shubman happy always make him smile and feel all warm and fuzzy from inside. Sometimes these feelings gets so overwhelming that he feels like he'll drown in them and the scary part is, his heart whispers every time that it won't even mind. This can't be just mere liking now, can it?

"Ishan, are you coming to the party next week?" Shubman asked as he sat beside Ishan in the class.

"No, Shubi, I don't really feel like going," Ishan mumbled with a sigh, he desperately needed to figure his thoughts out before they ate him alive.

"Ah, why? Your friends will be there too," Shubman pouted, "Also Cheeku bhaiya will come too, I wanted you to meet him,"

Even before Ishan could say something, he added, "It's okay though, I'm just being senty for no reason," He smiled, "It's fine if you don't want to come, your will matters more,"

Ishan stared at his side profile for a second as the man had faced front to focus on the lecture. It literally broke his heart to say no to him when Shubman was telling him from days that he really wants Ishan to meet his Cheeku bhaiya. God, what the fuck is happening to me? He thought frustrated.

"Shubi," He mumbled after a minute.

Shubman turned to him, "Haa, kya hua?"

"I'll come," Ishan smiled.

"No, you don't have to if you don't want, really," Shubman said and he genuinely mean that. As much as he wants Ishan to come, there's no way he wants to force him.

"It's okay, I do want to go," Ishan smiled.

"Are you sure?" Shubman asked, still concerned.

Ishan's hand itched to ruffle his hair, however he held himself back, "Yes, I am."

And that's how Ishan found himself in Shreyas' birthday party after a week. The guy was a social butterfly and had so many friends, so a lot people from their college and many not from their college as well were there.

Ishan found himself with Abhishek and Shubman at the drinking counter as he couldn't find his friends. It's not like he didn't like spending time with them, the problem was he liked it a little too much, specially with Shubman. He urgently needed to talk to his friends, maybe they'd be able to help him, they always somehow knew the solution to all his problems.

"Where is Virat bhai?" Shubman mumbled, looking around, "Has he not come already?"

"He will come, chill," Abhishek said, ordering a drink and himself looking around for Mayank.

"I wanted him to meet Ishan," Shubman pouted.

Abhishek chuckled, "Dude, you're acting like you're waiting for your parents to meet your husband, huh,"