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I know I'm late but here is the oneshot
Harshita_1823
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It was one of those rare days when the sun felt pleasant, not too hot, with a gentle breeze sweeping across the college courtyard. Ishan, ever the friendly professor, was seated at one of the outdoor tables, enjoying his coffee between classes. Shubman had finished his lectures earlier and had stuck around to watch Ishan from a distance, as he often did, quietly protective.
Ishan was engrossed in a conversation with one of his students, a young man who had been hovering around him lately. The boy seemed harmless enough—at least, that's what Ishan thought. He laughed easily, talking animatedly with the student, completely unaware of the real reason for the boy's frequent visits after class.
But Shubman noticed everything.
From where he sat, just far enough to not draw attention, Shubman could see the subtle way the boy leaned in toward Ishan, the lingering gaze that trailed across his husband's face, and the way he smiled a little too wide, a little too often. It was the same type of smile Shubman had seen before. The kind of smile that meant trouble.
The more Shubman watched, the tighter his grip on his phone became. He hated this. Hated that Ishan, his husband, was sitting there, oblivious to the fact that someone was clearly flirting with him.
The boy leaned closer to Ishan, brushing his hand against Ishan's wrist under the guise of a casual gesture. Ishan, ever the friendly soul, didn't pull away, laughing at something the boy had said.
That was the last straw.
Shubman stood abruptly, his long strides taking him across the courtyard in seconds. His eyes were dark with frustration, and a fierce possessiveness surged in his chest. He didn't care about being subtle anymore.
As he reached the table, Ishan looked up, his face breaking into a smile. "Shub! Done with your classes?" he asked, completely unaware of the tension rolling off his husband.
"Yeah," Shubman replied curtly, his gaze locking onto the boy, who was now sitting up straighter, a little too surprised by Shubman's sudden arrival.
The boy smiled nervously. "Oh, hey, Shubman. I was just—"
"Just leaving," Shubman interrupted, his voice cold.
Ishan blinked, confused. "Wait, we were just talking about—"
"I'm sure it wasn't anything important," Shubman said, his tone clipped as he glared at the boy. "I think Professor Kishan has other things to take care of."
The boy, clearly uncomfortable under Shubman's intense gaze, stammered something about needing to go to class and hurriedly excused himself. As soon as he was out of sight, Shubman turned his attention to Ishan, his possessiveness still simmering beneath the surface.
Ishan raised an eyebrow, amused but a little puzzled. "What was that about?"
Shubman ran a hand through his hair, trying to control his frustration. "You seriously didn't notice?"
"Notice what?" Ishan asked innocently, sipping his coffee like nothing had happened.
"That guy was flirting with you," Shubman said, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice. "You didn't see the way he was looking at you? The way he was practically hanging on every word you said?"
Ishan blinked, his brow furrowing. "Wait... he was? I thought we were just talking about class."
Shubman let out a frustrated sigh, running his hand over his face. "Ishan, you're too naive for your own good sometimes."
As Ishan laughed, reaching out to take Shubman's hand, the teasing tone faded. "Are you jealous, Shub?"
Shubman's eyes darkened with frustration. "Of course I'm jealous. You're my husband, and I have to sit here watching some random guy flirt with you while you don't even realize it."
Ishan blinked, caught off guard by Shubman's intensity. "But I thought we were just talking about class—"
"That guy was flirting with you!" Shubman snapped, his voice low and urgent, his emotions bubbling to the surface. "You didn't see the way he was looking at you? The way he was practically hanging on every word?"
Ishan opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, Shubman stepped closer, invading his space, the heat radiating between them palpable. The tension hung heavy in the air, charged with unspoken feelings.
"Shubman, I—" Ishan started, but his words were cut off as Shubman closed the distance, his hand gripping the back of Ishan's neck.
With a sudden surge of desperation, Shubman crashed his lips against Ishan's, a mix of longing and possessiveness flooding through him. It wasn't a gentle kiss; it was fierce, demanding, as if he was trying to seal every doubt away, to remind Ishan that he belonged to him.
Ishan responded instinctively, melting into the kiss, his eyes fluttering closed as he felt Shubman's urgency wash over him. The world around them faded; all that mattered was the fierce connection sparking between them, igniting a fire that had been simmering beneath the surface.
As they finally pulled apart, both breathless, Shubman kept his forehead pressed against Ishan's, their breaths mingling. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice a low growl, filled with both possessiveness and vulnerability. "Don't ever forget that."
Ishan, still dazed from the intensity, nodded, his heart racing. "I won't," he promised, a smile creeping onto his lips as he tightened his hold on Shubman. "I'm all yours."
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