Memory Lane (into the wild night) | ishman |

Revealing the Secret

(umm update because Ishan is finallyyyyy back in playing domestics 😩😩🤲🏽)

He sits himself back down at the end of the bed, opening up the group chat and scrolling through the over 100 messages that have been left for him. He sees a few blurry pictures from the night before, which he can barely tell were taken at the cheesy chapel, and he almost cringes at how happy and in love he actually looks in them. Shubman as well. His chest grows tight, the very thought of being in love again weighs on his heart. Even if it weren't for the whole marriage thing, Ishan couldn't give this guy a chance. It's too soon, he still feels too raw, and Anshumat still has stuff at his house. Ishan nose wrinkles up. Ugh, Anshumat is going to have to pick that shit up and actually be in Ishan's presence again.

Finally at the bottom of the chat, the last message from two minutes ago is from Mayank.

Mayo: ishhh pls just tell me I didn't let you get murdered in the middle of the desert to go hook up, ur mum will never forgive me :(

Ishan smirks.

Ishaan: Heyyyyyyy babes, I'm ALIVE. Ummmm crazy story, though. I did something really fucking stupid last night.

Sara: BABEEEEEEE OMG

Cookie: AHHHHHHHH HE LIVES

Hardik: ISHAAN KISHAN I'M SO HAPPY UR ALIVE BUT UR ALSO SOOOOOOOO DEAD

Mayo: where the fuck are you????

Ishaan: are you all together?????? I'll call and explain in a min

Sara: YES. Call us right now bby xxxxx

"Hey, um, is it cool if I just step in the restroom for a sec? My friends need me to call them." Ishan asks, holding his phone close to his chest.

"Yeah, course, take all the time you need," Shubman says, gesturing towards the bath.

"Thanks," Ishan mumbles, quickly shuffling himself inside. He goes a bit further and sits inside the shower, closing the glass door for extra privacy.

The phone barely rings once.

"BABE WHERE ARE YOU, PLEASE DON'T TELL ME THE HOT GUY IS A SEREAL KILLER AND WE JUST LET YOU GET KIDNAPPED TO SOME EVIL LAIR WITH HIM!" Sara screams through the phone.

Ishan jolts, holding the phone away from his ear a bit. "No! I'm fine, mostly, but something crazy happened last night."

"Tell me about it," Cookie chimes in. "You actually hooked up with someone! Bet you didn't think of stupid smelly Anshumat at all!"

"Ha. Yeah about that," Ishan starts, wiping a disgraced hand down his face. "So like, we did hook up, for sure. And from what I can remember it was really good. Like really good. Like apparently three whole rounds of good."

"Oooooooh," Hardik teases. "Now that's what I like to hear!"

"Yeah, yeah, just listen!" Ishan whines. "Before all that, we um, well we sort of...um...well, we got married."

There's a beat of silence on the phone, possibly a full minute, before it erupts in complete chaos.

"WHAT?"

"ARE YOU JOKING?"

"MARRIED ISHAN?"

"THAT'S WHAT THOSE PICTURES WERE?"

"No, I'm not joking! What did you think those pictures were last night?" Ishan asks.

"I thought you went to a drag show or something!" Cookie yelps.