Destiny (Short Fics)

Dare. (1/1)

Golden sunlight filtered through the window, casting the room in a soft, warm glow but also disturbing the sleeping figures on the bed, who stirred a bit in their sleep.

"Shubi," Ishan muttered softly, tapping Shubman's shoulder, eyes still closed. "Close the blinds, please."

Shubman blinked open his eyes, looking around to process his surroundings. He glanced towards the window, pouring the sunlight into the room before glancing down at Ishan beside him. Instead of getting up and closing the blinds, he pulled Ishan closer, covering them both with the duvet to block off the light. A blissed sigh left his lips as he snuggled closer into the welcoming warmth of Ishan.

"Kitna aalsi hai tu." Ishan chuckled, his voice muffled by almost being buried in Shubman's chest.

"Jyada mat bol, chup chap so ja." Shubman mumbled, tightening his hold around Ishan and nuzzling his face in his soft, fluffy hair.

Ishan giggled, the soft sound, making Shubman's heart skip a beat even when his brain was foggy with sleep. Guess Ishan always has that effect on him.

Ishan also hugged him back, in a minute, both of them were again back to sleeping, feeling all warm and comfortable in each other's arms. They were practicing till very late last night and fortunately had a day off today so catching up onto their missing sleep was definitely the best thing to do.

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"I'm bored." Ishan sighed, flopping down on the couch beside Shubman. It was almost evening and it felt like they had ran out of almost everything to do.

"Main bhi." Shubman said, tossing his phone aside. Turning towards Ishan, he suggested, "Let's go somewhere."

"Nah, I don't wanna go out today." Ishan said. "Let's watch a movie."

"No, not a movie. I'd probably be even more bored." Shubman mumbled, thinking hard for something to do. "Let's try cooking something-"

"No, I love my kitchen."

"Well, that's fair." Shubman laughed. "Let's play truth or dare, then."

"Hm." Ishan said as if actually giving the idea a thought. "Par yaar tu ek number ka fattu hai, tu har baar truth hi leta rahega."

Shubman rolled his eyes. "Look who's saying."

"Oh, please. I don't-"

"Accha, baba, theek hai, not taking the truth again and again, cool?"

Ishan shot him a thumbs up as they sat facing each other, not really in need of any bottle or something cause it was just the two of them.

"Okay, Shubi, truth or dare?" Ishan asked.

"Dare." Shubman replied, confidently.

"Ooh." Ishan mumbled to himself, thinking. "Okay, you have to dance." He said after a minute.

Shubman furrowed his brows. "Just dance?"

"Yep." Ishan nodded. "But without your shirt."

"I knew there was a catch." Shubman mumbled, rolling his eyes.

After unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it aside, he looked at Ishan, and said, his voice low. "If you wanted to see me shirtless so bad, you could've just said so."

"Yeah, baby, I've been dying to see you shirtless." Ishan whispered, dramatically fluttering his eyelashes at him. "Now, shut up and do what you're told." He added, his face now blank.

"Rude." Shubman grumbled. "Music?" He asked.

Ishan picked up his phone from the coffee table, playing some music.