❞𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐀𝐇 [𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐧] ✔

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫.

"humein tumse pyaar kitna yeh hum nahi jaante
magar jii nahi sakte tumhare bina"

JANHAVI

The next morning, I woke up to the soft rays of the sun streaming through the curtains. I turned to see Ishan still sleeping peacefully beside me. The events of last night played back in my mind-the passionate kiss, the heartfelt conversation, the pleasure we had felt and the beautiful gifts he had given me. I felt a warmth spread through my chest. Ishan was truly the best thing that had ever happened to me.

I gently brushed a strand of hair away from his face and kissed his forehead. He stirred slightly, opening his eyes to meet mine. A smile spread across his lips as he pulled me closer.

"Good morning, birthday girl," he whispered.

"Good morning," I replied, snuggling into his embrace. "Thank you for everything, Ishan. Last night was perfect."

He kissed the top of my head and said, "I thought you would be too shy to talk about last night. Someone's getting bold huh?"

I pouted and replied, "Main pehle se aise hi hu, ab outsiders ke saath thodi hi koi bold hota hai?"

He chuckled at my comment and asked, "Toh pehle main outsider tha?"

To irritate him, I replied, "Haan toh aur kya?"

"Main iska reply de sakta Haan, but Aaj we have an important task-getting you admitted to Shivaji University. Isliye chup reh gaya", he replied cutely.

I nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. "I'm ready. Let's do this."

I was about to get out from the bed, when I realised that I was naked. Ishan gathered my thoughts from my expression and was looking at me with anticipation.

"Ishan, wo side mein there's a blanket, you take that aur main.." and he interrupted me before I could finish.

"Maine kal toh sab dekh hi liya na? Aur chupana kya hai?", he asked smirking.

"Ekdam besharam ho tum", I cussed at him and tugged the blanket. Wrapping it all around me, I went directly to the bathroom without looking back.

Ufff. Too much of embarrassment

After freshening up, we had a quick breakfast. Ishan insisted on making tea for me, and we shared a moment of laughter over his clumsy attempts at making the perfect cup. Once we were ready, we left for the university.

The drive was filled with comfortable silence and occasional small talk. Ishan held my hand throughout, his presence a comforting reassurance. As we arrived at the University, I felt a surge of excitement. This was a new beginning, a chance to pursue my dreams.

We walked into the administration building hand in hand. Ishan had put on a mask and sunglasses to avoid unnecessary attention but I had doubts that his fans won't be able to recognise him.