Whispers of Love

Rangon Mein Mohabbat

Ishan carefully tied a cloth around Shubman's eyes, ensuring he couldn't see a thing. The warmth of Ishan's hand brushed against Shubman's cheek as he guided him gently.

"Yaar, Ish, kahan leke jaa rahe ho?" Shubman asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

"Chaliye na, Shubi. Chup chap se," Ishan replied with a playful tone, leading Shubman forward. The soft patter of their footsteps echoed in the corridor until they reached a door. Ishan opened it with a gentle push, and Shubman could hear the creak of the hinges as they stepped inside.

As Ishan led him further into the room, a distinctive scent began to reach Shubman's nose. It was a blend of oils and acrylics—the unmistakable aroma of paints. Shubman realized they had entered Ishan's painting room, a space he had heard about but never visited.

"Ok, hamare teen ginne pe na aap ye kapda hata dena, thik hai?" Ishan said, his voice filled with anticipation.

"Thik hai," Shubman replied, his voice muffled by the cloth covering his eyes.

"1... 2... 3... hataiye," Ishan instructed, his tone now laced with excitement.

With a mixture of curiosity and eagerness, Shubman carefully removed the cloth from his eyes. He blinked a few times to adjust to the light and then looked straight ahead. There, on a large canvas in front of him, was his portrait.

Shubman stood mesmerized, taking in the details of the painting. The strokes and shades brought out emotions and nuances he had never seen before, capturing his essence in a way that left him speechless.

He had never imagined that Ishan, with his playful and mischievous demeanor, could paint so beautifully.

The portrait depicted Shubman with a serene expression, his features rendered with a depth and warmth that spoke of Ishan's affection and skill. Shubman's heart swelled with a mix of pride and love as he admired the masterpiece before him.

"Ish, this is... incredible," Shubman said, his voice soft and filled with awe. "I had no idea you could paint like this."

Ishan beamed with pride, his eyes shining as he watched Shubman's reaction. "I wanted to surprise you. I thought it was time you saw how I see you—beautiful, inside and out."

Shubman moved closer to the painting, his fingers lightly grazing the frame. He turned to Ishan, his eyes glistening with emotion. "Thank you. This means more to me than words can express."

The room seemed to glow with a special warmth as the two stood together, their hearts connected through the art and the love that inspired it.

Shubman pulled Ishan close, his hands sliding around Ishan's waist. The gesture was tender yet possessive, and Shubman drew Ishan into a warm embrace.

"Tabhi mujhe yahan aane nahi de rahe the," Shubman said, his voice a mix of playful reproach and affection.

Ishan, feeling a flush of shyness, nodded his head slowly. His cheeks were tinged with a soft pink as he played with the hem of Shubman's shirt, fidgeting nervously.

"Aapko surprise jo dena tha," Ishan said, his voice almost a whisper, his fingers continuing their gentle dance along Shubman's shirt.

"Mujhe aise surprise bahot ache lagte hai," Shubman replied, his eyes shining with genuine appreciation. He leaned in, closing the distance between them, ready to capture the sweet moment with a kiss.

But just as their lips were about to touch, a tiny voice interrupted, startling them both.

"Ishu!" called a little boy with a high, cheerful pitch. The sound came from the doorway, and both Shubman and Ishan turned to see a small, four-year-old boy standing there, his face alight with excitement. The child's name was Kanha.

Ishan's eyes widened with recognition and joy. "Kanha!" he exclaimed, and with a burst of energy, he ran towards the child. He scooped Kanha up into his arms, holding him tightly. The boy's giggles filled the room as he clung to Ishan, who buried his face in Kanha’s soft hair.

Shubman watched the heartwarming scene with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. He saw the pure happiness in Ishan’s eyes and the unguarded affection with which he embraced Kanha.

“Aa gaya mera dushman,” Shubman muttered under his breath, his lips curling into a teasing smirk.

He had been half-joking, knowing that Kanha was a beloved part of Ishan’s life. Despite the rivalry he felt, the sight of Ishan’s genuine affection for the little boy made him smile.

Shubman approached Kanha, his expression shifting into a mock glare that was more playful than stern. "Hii Kanha," he said, his voice carrying an exaggerated seriousness.

Kanha, unfazed by Shubman's theatrics, responded with a cheerful, "Hii!"

Shubman leaned in slightly, still maintaining his mock glare. "Tumhari maa ne phir tumhe yahan bhej diya? Kya maamla hai?"

Ishan, who had been observing the interaction with a fond smile, stepped in to clarify. "Shubi, wo Kanha ki maa ko bazaar jana tha, toh hamne kaha ki isko hamare paas chhod dein."

Shubman’s playful demeanor softened as he addressed Kanha. "Acha, tum jao, Kanha ke liye kuch leke aao. Tab tak main Kanha ko sambhalta hun."

"Thik hai," Ishan said, nodding with a mix of gratitude and amusement as he prepared to leave.

But as Ishan turned to go, Kanha’s voice piped up with a determined, "Nahi, Ishu!"

Shubman looked down at Kanha, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "Kya mere paas nahi aaoge? Main Ishu ka pati hun, samjhe?" he asked, trying to understand Kanha’s reluctance.

Despite Shubman's attempts to make it sound more inviting, Kanha began to wriggle in his arms, clearly preferring to stay close to Ishan.

Ishan, seeing Kanha’s discomfort, gently reached out and took him back. "Shubi, ye sirf hamare paas rehta hai. Hame de dijiye, please."

Shubman feigned a pout, placing his hands on his hips and stomping his foot in mock frustration. "Mere pati ko mujhse hi chin liya isne!" he exclaimed, his tone full of exaggerated indignation.

The playful drama added a touch of lightheartedness to the moment, and Ishan couldn’t help but laugh. He held Kanha close, whispering soothing words to the little boy, while Shubman watched, shaking his head with a smile.

As Ishan and Kanha left to get what they needed, Shubman stood there, still playfully grumbling to himself. But his eyes followed them with warmth and affection, reflecting his deep love for both Ishan and the special bond they shared with Kanha.

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