Purrfect Neighbour (ShubmanGillxIshanKishan)

9🔞

"I don't know what's gotten into you lately."

"What you're doing to Ishan is wrong. He's not a bad guy."

Shubman felt a surge of frustration.

"Why don't you give him a chance?"

Sara narrowed her eyes at him before nonchalantly licking her paw, clearly uninterested in Shubman's scolding.

With a heavy sigh, Shubman grabbed his car keys from the kitchen counter. He briefly considered whether he should take Sara to a therapist to uncover the root of her behavior.

"Now I have to spend my Saturday morning with Ishan at the mall, buying him new shoes." At least it meant spending a few hours with Ishan. They had barely spoken since the night they had slept together and Sara had left a mess in his shoe. Ishan hadn't come over since then, and he hadn't invited Shubman to his place either. Perhaps Rishabh was right. Maybe Sara really was trying to keep them apart.

The twenty-minute ride to the mall was a bit awkward, to say the least. Ishan kept his eyes fixed on the window and only gave Shubman one-word answers when he tried to engage him in conversation. Shubman eventually gave up about ten minutes in. Ishan was obviously pissed off at him. It wasn’t as if he had told Sara to use his shoe as a litter box.

As they made their way through the mall, Shubman walked quietly next to Ishan, feeling that if he said the wrong thing, Ishan might go off on him. He followed Ishan into a cosmetics store, wondering what he wanted from inside there.

As he strolled past the displays on small white tables, a loud, familiar voice called out to him.

“Shubman Poland !”

Shubman’s head instantly snapped around. Only one person in the entire world called him that. He grinned when he saw his old friend walking towards him. He was dressed in a black button-down shirt and gold sequin tights. A makeup belt around his hips swayed as he walked jauntily up to Shubman, emphasizing the swing in his hips.
His jet-black hair was neatly styled, and his handsome face was as striking as ever, with sharp features and a flawless complexion.

“Shubman darling!”

The man sang out, pulling Shubman into a tight embrace.

“Jaiswal, it’s good to see you.” Shubman rubbed the smaller man’s back as they hugged. It really was.

Jaiswal pulled away from the hug. “No, it’s better to see you.” He freely ran his hand down Shubman’s arm.

“I do believe you’ve gotten even hotter since the last time I saw you.”

Jaiswal batted his eyelashes at him, and Shubman wasn’t entirely sure they were all his own.

Before Shubman could answer him, he noticed Jaiswal’s attention was on Ishan. He cleared his throat.

“Ishan, this is Yashasvi Jaiswal. Jaiswal, this is Ishan Kishan. Jaiswal’s my oldest friend here in Mumbai.”

“I picked him up fresh off the plane from Punjab. He was such a sweet, innocent thing back then. He came into the store I was working at to buy some shirts and left with me.” Jaiswal laughed and then noticed that Ishan barely cracked a grin.

“Oh dear, did I offend you?” Jaiswal glanced from Ishan to Shubman and back. “Are you Shubman’s new beau?” Jaiswal softly smacked Shubman on his shoulder. “Why didn’t you tell me he’s your new beau?”

“That’s because he isn’t. He’s my neighbor,” Shubman explained.

Jaiswal observed a look passing between the two of them but didn’t comment on it.