His Addictive ARCHNEMESIS ~ Ishman

Ch: 11 ~ Revisiting Memory Lane

Yes I HELL regret it, not kissing you—— but for not remembering the feel of having you in my arms..

That last sentence lingered in the air between them, heavy with meaning. Ishan's mouth opened slightly, as if to say something, but no words came out.

Of everything, this was not something Ishan remotly expected to hear, it was endearing but his over rational mind just couldn't let him take that path again.

He lay there, blinking up at Shubman, the weight of what had just happened hitting him all at once.

Shubman's grip loosened on Ishan's shoulders, but he didn't get off him just yet. He was still staring down at Ishan, waiting for a response.

The air between Shubman and Ishan was thick with tension. Ishan just couldn't let Shubman have a upper hand and he have a reputation to maintain, he— Ishan Kishan bows to none—— NEVER !!

Ishan raised his middle finger without breaking eye contact, an insolent glint in his gaze, and snapped sarcastically pushing Shubman off him, “Oh Chris Evans ki over-dieted version's copy, yeh Shakespeare ki 2nd hand cringy love pickup-line kise aur ko suna.”

When we can't take up a fact or situation we try to dodge it one way or other, fir Ishan it was his witty sarcasm.

"What!?," Shubman growled confused & annoyingly not making sense of what was said.

Ishan's mind was racing, the hangover was not making it any easy, he knew he was quick to assume and apologising was not an option he would ever considered, so he come up with the best he could think of and..

All that came out was a defensive— half-muttered voice, trying to be as casual as he could, "OK fine, I didn't mean to punch you that hard."

Shubman glared down Ishan hard, as if he would knock him again "That's it, is that all you got?"

Ishan pushed him off aside, sitting up with a scowl. "Look, I know should have controlled, okay... How was I supposed to know you were pissed about being drunk and not homophobic ? You could've said something instead of just fainting like typical people in daily soap drama."

Shubman wiped the blood from his lip, glaring at Ishan. "again.. for the last time, I was in daze. I was processing, you Moron!"

"Same same but different," Ishan muttered, rubbing his jaw where Shubman had punched him. It was all getting too much— awakard?!

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Ishan sat down on the bed holding his head, rubbing his temples. “I… I think we need to retrace our steps, that's the only way to end the mystery drills of last night. What do you remember?” He tried shifting Shubman's attention, to drawn his mind off the topic.

Shubman paced to and fourth, his eyes narrowing as he tried to think through the fog of his hangover, “We went to the pub. We drank... a lot. And then… the washroom… the kiss…”

Ishan snapped his fingers. “Right! And then… I vaguely remember us laughing. We were… happy. Really happy, actually.” His face lit up with the memory. “We were drunk, but we were all… happy?” he mumbled softly the later part smiling softly  unknowingly, trying to recall the incidents.

Shubman, We were walking– and.. we.. yes.. we clicked pictures.. oh yeah the pictures..

Shubman took out his phone scrolling through his gallery and found some goofy pictures of them together and that's when he stumbled across a video clip, may be he had mistakenly left it open.