His Addictive ARCHNEMESIS ~ Ishman

Ch: 10 ~ Chaotic MESS

“We—what—how did we end up like this?
I shirtless? YOU shirtless?!” Shubman continued his rant like a mad man trying searching for the his "SHIRT"

Ishan rolled his eyes, still too tired and hungover to deal with Shubman’s freakout. “I don’t know, maybe you got too drunk and decided shirts were optional. You were all over me in the pub, remember?”

He gave Shubman a knowing smirk, recalling the heated moments from the night before.

Shubman cheeks flustered, trying to remember, but his mind was a blur of rain, laughter, and... oh—— The kissing. Right. A lot of kissing. He gulped, but again the suttle panic of yesterday's untraced events was making him more tense

“Wait, no—this doesn’t explain why we woke up like this!” Shubman gestured between them, eyes wide. “WHAT IF WE.. NO.. NO... NO...!”

Ishan groaned in frustration, finally having enough of Shubman’s overreacting.. “THAT’S ENOUGH!”

He looked around the room and grabbed the nearest jug of water on the bedside table. Before Shubman could protest, Ishan dumped the entire thing over his head.

Shubman sputtered, his hair and face now dripping wet as he blinked at Ishan in disbelief. “ARE YOU CRAZY—?”

“There,” Ishan said flatly, tossing the empty jug aside. “That’ll shut you up. My head is killing me, and I really don’t need your panic attack right now.”

Shubman, now soaking wet and visibly stunned, glared at Ishan for a moment, then ran a hand through his wet hair, slicking it back. “You... just poured water on me?”

Ishan shrugged nonchalantly. “You were losing it, and I have a coursing headache. Seemed like a win-win solution to me.”

Shubman, still holding the now-drenched blanket, glared at him. “You could’ve just asked me to calm down, Idiot”

Ishan shot him a cocky smirk. “Where’s the fun in that?”

Shubman rolled his eyes, but the hint of a smile tugged at his lips, “I can’t believe I kissed a moron like you last night.”

Ishan raised an eyebrow. “Oh, 'WE' kissed, huh? I seem to remember you being pretty into it.”

Shubman’s face turned an even deeper shade of red, and he buried his face in his hands pressing his temples to stop the throbbing pain “Don’t remind me,” he mumbled through his fingers, mortified.

Ishan chuckled seeing Shubman all flushed up, “Oh, come on, Captain. You were practically all over me.. It was... kinda hot, wasn't it?..”

Shubman’s hands dropped from his head as he shot Ishan an incredulous look. “You have no shame, do you?”

“Nope,” Ishan said with a grin, completely unapologetic. “Besides, you didn’t seem to mind last night.”

Shubman opened his mouth to protest but then thought better of it, deciding it was better to drop the subject before Ishan got even more smug. “You’re lucky I’m too tired to punch you right now.”

Ishan pretended getting scared in a mocking exaggeration “Oh don't hurt me big guy... I’ll keep a safe distance when you’re fully awake.”

Shubman shook his head, wiping the water off his face, still glaring at Ishan, “why do you always have to 'drown' me, Next time.. for a change use your stupid brain once..”

“Next time?” Ishan repeated with a raised eyebrow, his grin widening and grabbed tge sheets from Shubman wrapping it around him like Shubman was moment ago.. “Oh, so you’re already planning the next time we end up like this? Chee.. naughty Captain !!”