~Ahoy, gentle hearts~
And so, it begins...
From one hopeless 𐙚Ishman꒱ romantic to another...Yes just another heart beating a little faster for themᯓ★
Building a sanctuary for every soul that aches for Ishman's love story- A gc wanted t...
This gonna be short 🤏 _________________________________________
Beautiful mess __
It was rainy evening in Mumbai, shubman and ishan were sitting on couch, scrolling through their phones
Shubman had his arm wrapped around ishan, his chin was placed on ishan's shoulder
"aaj khane meh kya hai?" Shubman asked,
"shubii kyu nah aaj ham sath me khana banaye?" Ishan suggested
Shubman raised his eyes think for something, decided to tease him. "kyu? Tumhe khana banana aata hai?"
"haan toh, main bhout aacah khana bana skta hu" dramatically striking a pose as if he were a famous cook on a cooking show.
With playful roll his eyes shubman agreed. "chalo dekhte hai tumhara cooking talent"
They walked into kitchen, arranged all needed ingredients of simple yet delicious dish of pasta on counter.
"ab pata chalega tumko ki kitna talent hai mujh meh"
Ishan attempt to pout water on pot end up splashing some on shubman.
"aree itna talent" Shubman clapped looking at water droplets on his apron.
"maaf karo, chef ki galti hai" Ishan said playfully, dramatically apologizing as if he were on a cooking competition.
They started chopping vegetables, and chaos ensued.
Ishan was working with the knife, and Shubman couldn’t stop swatting at Ishan’s hands, trying to prevent any accidental injuries.
"yeh main kar deta hu, tum spices dekh lo" Shubman replaced himself with ishan.
"ab Thora sa masala daalenge"
Ishan winked, tossing a pinch of chili powder into the air which landed more on Shubman’s nose than in the bowl.
"oops sorry, chef ki galti"
"Yaar, tumhe toh chef se comedian banne ka shauk hai"
Shubman chuckled, his laughter contagious as he tried to wipe the powder off his face.
Two of them soon moved on to boiling the pasta, but they couldn’t resist a little more fun.
They pretended to be a news anchor, reporting live from the 'Pasta Kitchen,’ while Shubman played along giving fake updates about the “Pasta Crisis” as they stirred the boiling water.
"Breaking news, Pani boil ho raha hai, aur humare chef Ishan abhi tak chill kar rahe hain"
Shubman announced in exaggerated tone, making Ishan burst into laughter.
As they finally sat down to eat, the kitchen was a complete disaster : flour dust on the counter, spilled vegetables, and sauce splattered everywhere.
But their hearts were full, and the pasta, surprisingly tasted amazing.
"woahh humne yeh kya kar diya” Ishan said, looking at the mess. “
"Khana tasty hai, lekin kitchen ka kya"
"Kitchen toh badal gaya hai cooking show, live reporting channel mein"
Shubman replied, unable to hide his laugh
In that moment, Ishan leaned closer a playful glint in his eyes.
"Shubman, tumhe pata hai, yeh khana aur yeh mess, sab kuch kyun yaad rahega?"
"kyu" Shubman raised his eyes, move his face closer to ishan.
"Kyuki ham ne saath milke banaya hai" Ishan said softly, their eyes locking into shubman's. as the air between them thickened with an unspoken connection.
Ishan leaned in, brushing his lips against Shubman’s. It was sweet, soft, and filled with the laughter and memories they had just created.
The kiss was a promise of more adventures, of shared cooking disasters and laughter echoing in their little kitchen.
"Ab toh yeh bhi ek recipe hai, yaad rakhne ke liye"
Ishan joked, bobbing his nose with shubman's.
"definitely.."
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