Sunshine And Midnight Rain

chapter 5

When Ishan said that he wanted to take him to a place, Shubman thought it would be atleast a bit far away.

But, it was just above the underground boxing league.

It was a.......cow cafe, it seemed.

Not because there were cows, ofcourse, but the theme of the cafe was quite literally releasing some cow vibes. The whole aesthetic and walls and cups and design, it all represented cows.

Now he was sitting with Harry bhai, who was loudly sipping on his coffee, making Shubman scrunch his nose, as he also took a sip of his own coffee.

Ishan was nowhere in the sight, he told him that he needs to be ready for the 'bet'.

The bet was a serious affair, maybe, because Hardik bhai had a Cheshire cat grin on his face as he implanted some sort of revenge on his Ishan.

Again, what the hell, his Ishan -

Just when he was about to smack his head on the table in frustration, Ishan came out.

And well, you can say that Shubman's heart quite literally skipped a beat, and he choked on air and his eyes bulged out,

All simultaneously.

You might be wondering why,

Well, Ishan, his friend,

The only friend,

Was wearing a dress,

A maid dress.

Which was too short.

That Ishan's thighs were quite being a display.

And the cherry on the top, were the ears he had on, as a headband.

It was a black and white maid dress, with white undersides and a button up, a skirt, that reached mid thighs, which also topped higher up as ishan trotted towards their table.

"Muh to band karo uncle!"

Shubman heard Hardik snickering, while getting up and gesturing Ishan to come.

Now that Shubman was looking at him closely.

Holy shit.

Ishan had black heels on, walking like a model as if the floor was runway.

His white almost transparent stockings reached his lower thighs and there was a,

Holy moly god of mother,

There was a garter, black garter on his mid thigh, jesus christ.

Shubman has never in his life felt the fire that reaches his chest, burning him, his heart was almost in his throat with the way it was beating around and maybe just maybe,

It was a fluke really but,

His dick twitched.

Shubman came out of his very possible identity crisis when Ishan looked at him and smiled,

Now that Shubman was not looking at Ishan's legs, he can finally focus on the light makeup Ishan had on his face, making his features more evident.

"How do I look?"

Ishan beamed while fawning off his already very short skirt,

Shubman's throat felt dry, words were not getting through and his mind was doing aerobics.

Luckily, someone came from behind Ishan, not letting him speak at all.

"Maal lg raha bhai mera"

That someone said clasping his hands on Ishan's shoulders.