THEM 'Ishman'

Unwritten Lyrics

Ishan sat cross-legged on the floor of his cluttered apartment, surrounded by crumpled sheets of paper. His guitar leaned against the wall, as neglected as his motivation. 

The rain pattered softly against the window, a soothing rhythm that contrasted with the storm brewing in his mind. 

He had a week until his performance, but all he had were empty pages and an aching sense of frustration.

"Ugh! I can't believe I have to perform in a week, and I don't even have a single line!" Ishan groaned, throwing his head back against the wall.

"Maybe you need a little break?" Shubman suggested, leaning against the doorframe with a playful grin. His bright eyes sparkled with mischief as if he had just concocted a brilliant plan.

Ishan looked up, his frown softening at the sight of his best friend. 

Shubman's presence always managed to lighten his mood. "A break? Or a miracle?" he replied, trying to mask his disappointment.

Shubman chuckled and strolled over, plopping down beside Ishan. "How about I help? Tell me what you're aiming for."

Ishan sighed, his fingers absently tracing the guitar strings. "I want something real, something that speaks to people. But every time I try, I hit a wall."

"Let's break that wall down, then." Shubman said, nudging him playfully. "What if you write about how you feel when you're with someone special? Like... a friend who inspires you?"

Ishan's heart skipped a beat at Shubman's words. Did he really mean a friend, or was there something more? He hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, I can try that."

As the hours passed, the two friends transformed the apartment into a makeshift songwriting studio. Laughter echoed off the walls as they tossed around ideas. 

Shubman shared funny anecdotes about his day, each story brimming with genuine emotion, making Ishan laugh until his sides hurt.

"Okay, let's try this." Shubman said, picking up the guitar and strumming a few chords. "What if the chorus goes something like this?"

Ishan listened, captivated as Shubman's fingers danced across the strings. The melody was light and airy, filled with hope.

 "That's beautiful." Ishan said, his heart racing. "What if we add a line about feeling safe with someone who understands you?"

"Exactly!" Shubman exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. "Let's capture that feeling."

As they worked, the connection between them deepened, each laugh and gentle nudge feeling charged with unspoken tension. 

Ishan found himself glancing at Shubman more often, his heart fluttering at the sight of his best friend's smile.

Days turned into nights, and as the performance loomed closer, Ishan felt the weight of his unexpressed feelings pressing down on him. 

The song they had created together spoke of connection and comfort, but it also whispered of a deeper longing.

One evening, they sat on the floor, surrounded by the remnants of their creative chaos. Ishan stared at the lyrics they had crafted. "Shubman, these lyrics... they feel so real. It's like they're speaking to someone I care about." he said, biting his lip.

Shubman's heart raced at Ishan's words. "Maybe they are." he whispered, locking eyes with Ishan, his voice barely above a murmur.

At that moment, the air thickened with tension. Ishan's breath caught in his throat as the realization struck him—he had been writing about Shubman all along.

The night of the performance arrived, and the venue buzzed with excitement. Ishan stood backstage, nerves swirling in his stomach. 

As he stepped onto the stage, his gaze immediately found Shubman in the front row, a supportive grin plastered on his face.

Taking a deep breath, Ishan began to play, pouring his heart into the song they had created together. 

The words flowed from his lips, each line resonating with the audience but directed solely at Shubman.

"This song is for someone who makes my world brighter, who inspires me every day," Ishan said, his voice steady yet filled with emotion. "Thank you for being that person, Shubman."

The audience erupted in applause, but all Ishan could see was the surprise and joy on Shubman's face.

After the performance, Ishan rushed offstage, his heart pounding. He spotted Shubman waiting for him, eyes shining with pride and disbelief.

"You were amazing, Ishan! That song... it was beautiful." Shubman exclaimed, stepping closer.

"Thanks! But... it wasn't just about music. It was about you." Ishan confessed, feeling his cheeks heat up. "I've been writing about my feelings, and I realized... I care about you more than I thought."

Shubman's breath hitched, his expression shifting from surprise to sheer happiness. "You mean—"

"Yes! I like you, Shubman. I have for a while now." Ishan admitted, his heart racing with vulnerability.

A smile broke across Shubman's face, relief washing over him. "I like you too, Ishan. More than a friend."

At that moment, the world around them faded, and they closed the distance, sharing a soft, tender kiss. The rain outside poured harder, but inside, everything felt warm and perfect.

From that day on, Ishan and Shubman didn't just create music—they composed a beautiful melody of love, friendship, and shared dreams. 

Each note played together brought them closer, and every lyric written spoke of their growing bond.

With every song Ishan wrote, he found not just inspiration but the perfect partner in Shubman—his muse, his love, and his best friend.

Heyaaa, pretty humans<333

It is almost 3 am when I am writing this. I was listening to songs and then some romantic songs came back to back and I came up with this idea and thought to write it down.... 

I don't know what I am saying or writing but how is it???

Thankiewww and luv uhhh <33