Whispers of Love

Pyar Bhari Subah

The next morning, Ishan woke up and looked at his husband, who was sleeping peacefully beside him.

As he gazed at Shubman's serene face, memories of the previous night's events flooded back to him, causing a warm blush to spread across his cheeks.

Ishan loved how Shubman had been so careful and gentle yet passionate at the same time, giving him immense pleasure.

He admired his husband, feeling grateful to God for blessing him with such a wonderful partner.

"Dekh liya ache se?" Shubman mumbled with his eyes still closed, startling Ishan. His eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights.

"Aap uthe huye ho?" Ishan asked, surprised. Shubman opened his eyes slowly, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Hmm... tumse pehle," Shubman replied casually, then pulled Ishan closer to him, closing the gap between their bodies.

"Waise, apne pati ko niharna achi baat hoti hai, hai na?" Shubman teased, his voice low and playful, making Ishan's blush deepen.

"Dhaat," Ishan muttered shyly, sitting up on the bed in an attempt to hide his embarrassment.

But Shubman wasn’t going to let him escape so easily. He sat up too and wrapped his arms around Ishan's waist, pulling him into a back hug.

Ishan’s breath hitched as he realized how close they were, his bare skin still tingling from the night before. Shubman's hands gently caressed his waist, sending shivers down his spine, making it hard for him to focus.

Shubman smirked, fully aware of the effect he had on Ishan. He leaned down and placed soft kisses on Ishan's neck and shoulder, the sensation of his lips against Ishan’s skin causing a soft sigh to escape Ishan's lips.

As the blanket slipped from Ishan’s hands, his bare chest became visible, and he instinctively tried to cover himself, but Shubman gently took his hand.

"Don’t hide from me," Shubman murmured softly, his voice filled with affection. "You’re beautiful just as you are."

Ishan’s heart fluttered at Shubman’s words, feeling a rush of warmth in his chest.

He turned slightly to face his husband, his eyes meeting Shubman’s, and saw nothing but love and admiration in them.

Leaning forward, he rested his forehead against Shubman's, closing his eyes as he soaked in the moment.

"I love you," Ishan whispered, his voice barely audible, but Shubman heard it clearly.

"I love you too," Shubman replied, his hands still gently caressing Ishan’s waist. "More than anything."

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s embrace, savoring the quiet morning and the comfort of being in each other’s arms.

Ishan was in the kitchen, carefully pouring tea leaves into boiling water while Shubman sat on the counter, his eyes fixed on Ishan with a soft, loving gaze.

Shubman loved watching Ishan in these quiet, domestic moments, where everything seemed peaceful and perfect.

“Aaj aapko school nahi jaana?” Ishan asked casually as he stirred the tea, his back turned to Shubman.

“Aaj Sunday hai, jaan,” Shubman replied with a smile, enjoying how adorably lost in his thoughts Ishan could sometimes be.

“Aaj Sunday hai?” Ishan turned to look at him with a surprised expression. “Pata nahi hafta kaise itni jaldi nikal jata hai,” he said, shaking his head in wonder, making Shubman chuckle.

"Aaj ghumne chalte hai," Shubman suggested, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Kahan?" Ishan asked, his curiosity piqued as he poured the steaming tea into two cups.

"Kalighat Mandir hai, museum hai, aur bhi bahut kuch hai Kolkata mein," Shubman replied, listing some of the city's attractions.

“Thik hai fir,” Ishan agreed with a nod, a small smile playing on his lips as he handed Shubman a cup of tea.

"Nashta rehne do, bahar khayenge," Shubman suggested, taking a sip of the hot tea, savoring its warmth.

"Jo hukum, patidev," Ishan responded playfully, giving Shubman a mock bow before laughing, his eyes crinkling with joy.

Both of them burst into laughter, their voices filling the kitchen with a warm, happy sound. It was moments like these that made everything feel right, as if nothing else mattered but the love they shared and the life they were building together.

Shubman hopped off the counter, setting his tea aside, and wrapped his arms around Ishan from behind, pulling him close. "I love our Sundays," he murmured against Ishan’s ear, his voice soft and full of affection.

Ishan leaned back into Shubman’s embrace, a content sigh escaping his lips. "I love them too," he replied, closing his eyes and savoring the feeling of being held by the man he loved. "And I love you."

Shubman smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of Ishan’s head. "I love you more," he said, his heart swelling with gratitude for the simple, beautiful life they shared.

As they stood there in each other’s arms, sipping their tea and planning their day, the world outside seemed to pause, allowing them a moment of pure, unadulterated happiness—just the two of them, together, exactly where they wanted to be.

After finishing their tea, Ishan and Shubman got ready for their day out in Kolkata.

Ishan picked out a light blue kurta and paired it with white pants, while Shubman chose a casual white shirt and jeans.

They exchanged smiles as they dressed, both feeling a bubbling excitement for their Sunday adventure.

As they stepped out of their home and into the bustling streets of Kolkata, the city was alive with the vibrant colors and sounds that characterized a typical Sunday.

The air was filled with the aroma of street food vendors preparing early morning treats, the honking of cars, and the lively chatter of people going about their day.

Shubman reached for Ishan's hand, intertwining their fingers. "So, where to first? Kalighat Mandir or the museum?" he asked, looking over at Ishan with a grin.

Ishan thought for a moment, enjoying the feel of Shubman’s hand in his. "Let's go to the Kalighat Mandir first," he decided. "I want to seek blessings before we explore the rest of the city."

Shubman nodded, his smile widening. "Perfect choice," he agreed. "A blessed start to our day."

They made their way to Kalighat Mandir, navigating through the lively streets filled with people, stalls selling flowers and offerings, and the occasional cow wandering freely.

As they reached the temple, the sound of temple bells and devotional songs filled the air, creating an atmosphere of serenity amidst the chaos of the city.

Inside the temple, they joined the queue of devotees waiting for their turn to offer prayers.

Ishan held onto Shubman’s arm, his eyes closed in silent prayer, while Shubman did the same, silently thanking the divine for the love and happiness he had found with Ishan.

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