What after That?

Ch 12.

Ishan entered the classroom, his eyes immediately locking onto Shubman, who was joking around with his friends. The sight of Shubman laughing and carefree only fueled Ishan's frustration.

He glared at Shubman before taking his seat, his mind still replaying the events from the previous day. He had made up his mind—he wasn't going to let Shubman intimidate him anymore.

After the exam, Shubman was ready for lunch and eagerly anticipated the extra lunch Ishan was supposed to bring for him. He scanned the classroom but realized Ishan had already disappeared. Shubman gritted his teeth in annoyance. "Kabhi to milega—"

A tap on his shoulder interrupted his thoughts. He turned around to find Ishan standing there, his expression frustrated and boiling with anger. Shubman smirked, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the sight of Ishan's irritation. "Mera lunch?"

Ishan glared at him, his voice firm. "Ghanta... Mera lunch. Hum kyun layenge tumhare liye lunch?"

Shubman raised an eyebrow, the smirk never leaving his face. "To tereko samajh abhi bhi nahi aaya hai.. haina?
"

Ishan rolled his eyes, tired of the constant threats. "Ho gaya... Hum tumhare naukar to lagte nahi... Aur tumhari himmat kaise hui kal—"

Before Ishan could finish, Shubman cut him off, mocking him with a grin. "I see little Chik Chik got some tongue..."

With that, Shubman grabbed Ishan by the collar, pulling him closer. Ishan's eyes widened in anger, and without a second thought, he reached up and yanked on Shubman's hair, hard.

" Aahhhhhh... behenchod, baal chhod mere!"

"Humara collar chhodo!" Ishan demanded, his voice laced with fury.

Shubman winced in pain, his tough facade cracking. "Nahi chhodta, kya karlega? "

But Ishan wasn't backing down. He tightened his grip on Shubman's hair. "Humara collar chhodo..."

"Saale, baal chhod mere!" Shubman shouted, trying to shake Ishan off, but Ishan only pulled harder.

"Pehele humara collar!" Ishan retorted, his eyes blazing with determination.

" dekh Ishan baal chhod de.. "

" pehle collar chhodo.. "

The two boys struggled, each refusing to let go, the classroom atmosphere tense as they pulled at each other.

Finally, realizing that neither of them was willing to back down, Shubman released Ishan's collar but the damage was done. His upper buttons were lying on the floor.

Ishan, in turn, let go of Shubman's hair, both of them stepping back, breathing heavily.

Shubman glared at Ishan, rubbing his sore scalp. "Saale, teri to..."

" kya Teri to?! Aur ye Jo buttons tumne tode hai na.. inhe abhi ke abhi wapas lagao.. "

" kya bola tu? Main... tere button lagau.. "

" tumhare baal fir pakde kya.. !! "

" abee tune mereko samajhke kya rakha hai?"

" bevkoof.. "

Just as Shubman was about to shove Ishan with a punch, a sudden realization hit him. He noticed Tripathi PT sir walking towards them, his sharp eyes narrowing in suspicion at the commotion. Shubman quickly shifted gears. Instead of throwing a punch, he pulled Ishan into a tight hug, completely catching him off guard.

"Arre, yaar Ishan!" Shubman exclaimed loudly, making sure his voice carried. "Tu bhi na, kabhi nahi sudhrega!"

Ishan was frozen, his mind struggling to process the sudden change in Shubman's behavior. His fists were still clenched, ready to defend himself, but now they were awkwardly pinned between their bodies as Shubman hugged him. Ishan could feel his heart racing, unsure of what to do.