Ishman Oneshots~ Bottom Shubman only 💗

🍭5. Stolen By The Mafia

Context:
Ishan is a mafia.. He meets Shubman who makes him dance on his fingers without either of them realising it.
(No smut)

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*Third person's POV*

"Shub... Psssst- Shub... Shubb!"
"Hu- What?!"
"Shhh"
"What?"
"Don't you think this lecture is too boring?"
"Yeah it is... So what?"
"Let's go out"
"What! No! That's wrong Abhi"
"Darpok"
"I'm not darpok shut up... Fine.. let's go"
"Pack your stuff"

Abhishek snickered because this time he was finally successful in convincing his best friend to leave the boring as hell lecture and flee from the college.

"What should we do now?"
"Ghar chalke homework karte hain"
"Tu chup reh yar. You're useless"
"Useless, huh?! Jaa khud kar jo karna hai"

Shubman stomped away but Abhishek caught his hand before he could cross the road and meet his death with a honking car.
"Arey sorry Baba sorry.. tujhe road pe akela chhoda to mar jayega tu"
"Chhod mujhe!"
"Accha na, Maanja ab, Sorry"

Shubman just stared at him with an 'are-you-serious?' look.
"Oh- Yeah right.. I'll buy you an ice-cream I promise"
"Okay!"

"Ab bata, kahan chalein?"
"Hmm... The autumn fair?"
"Let's go!"

Both of them walked to the location. It wasn't far away, just a few minutes of walking and they were soon surrounded by a huge crowd. They could spot everything. Books, games, food, clothes, rides, everything.

"WHOA-"
"I KNOW.."
"Shouldn't we go inside?"
"We need to get tickets first"
"That reminds me.. my icecream?"
"Let's go inside first!"

...

"Sir, we have information that the man will be present at the fair today"
"Which fair?.. Who cares, We're going there"
"Sir-"
"I SAID WE'RE GOING THERE. WHAT LANGUAGE DO YOU ALL UNDERSTAND?!"

The henchmen nodded, and timidly prepared everything before one of them could be hunted by Ishan.
Ishan Kishan. The biggest underground Mafia. Too famous around the world for his companies, but this is the power he loves. And now he's going to use it once again.

They left for the fair and he ordered his men to look for the man everywhere. A man he's dying to cover in blood.
"I better not see any of you roaming around this useless fair. Or it'd be your head and my gun"
"Y-yes Sir"
"If I find him before you, consider yourself a gift to god"

All of them began their search, smallest of the places where a person could go. They checked all the rides, stalls, everything.

Ishan too was looking around everywhere. His eyes then fell upon an ice cream stall which had a few people surrounding it. It could've been a very easy place to hide.

He barged into the crowd and bumped into a few people.
"Hey-"
"What are you doing?!"
"Watch it!"

Ishan couldn't give two fucks to them, looking for the person he was here for. But then he bumped into someone again and realized this time his clothes were ruined.

"WHAT DID YOU D-" He lashed out but was cut by a crying boy. Well, more like a grown up college boy.
"My- My Ice cream! That was the last one they had of this-" he started crying again and Ishan was staring at him dumbfounded.

"It's your fault!" He shouted at the boy.
"YOU'RE BAD! I'LL TELL ABHI"
"Oh god, don't cry now... Here.. use this"

He handed him his handkerchief to wipe his tears. The boy nodded a no, pouting angrily.
Ishan, at any other day, would have found this annoying, weird and a waste of time, but this boy was looking too pretty even while crying, and especially pouting.