Drawn to trouble. ( Ishman FF)

Chapter 6

A few weeks had passed, and Ishan had settled into a rhythm with his students. He had formed a genuine bond with Mayank, who had quickly become one of his favorite students. Mayank respected Ishan deeply-he admired how understanding and approachable Ishan was compared to the other teachers he'd had in the past. Ishan's teaching style made him feel comfortable, and they often had heartfelt conversations after class, strengthening their bond.

But not everyone was happy about their growing closeness. Shubman noticed how often Mayank and Ishan spent time together, especially after school. He had seen them leaving the college together one afternoon, chatting and laughing, and something inside him twisted with jealousy. He didn't like it one bit.

That evening, as he met Abhishek near the lockers, Shubman couldn't hold it in anymore. "You know what's bugging me?" he muttered, crossing his arms. "Mayank is getting way too close to Ishan sir. It's like they're always together now. What is going on with that?"

Abhishek, who was aware of Shubman's tendency to get possessive, raised an eyebrow. "Man, you're really not happy about that, huh?"

Shubman huffed. "It's just... weird, you know? They're always hanging out, always talking. And I saw them leaving together today. It's like Mayank's got all of Ishan sir's attention now. What about me?"

Abhishek sighed, trying to stay calm. He could tell Shubman was frustrated, but he also knew there was more to the situation. "Shubman, relax. Mayank probably just sees him as a good teacher. Ishan sir's understanding and supportive-he listens to him, unlike most of the other teachers."

Shubman scowled. "But it's not fair.

Abhishek raised a finger, gently cutting him off. "But, Shubman, there's a difference. Mayank sees Ishan as a mentor and a teacher. He's not trying to do what you're doing."

Shubman's jaw tightened. "What do you mean by that?"

Abhishek smirked slightly, his voice dropping a bit. "Come on, man. You know what I mean. You're not just trying to be his student, are you? You've got other ideas. Mayank isn't like that. He respects Ishan because of who he is as a teacher, not because of anything else. Unlike someone I know."

Shubman glared at him for a second, not liking where the conversation was going, but deep down, he knew Abhishek was right. Mayank's respect for Ishan was genuine, while his own feelings were more complicated.

Still, he wasn't ready to let go of the idea of getting Ishan's attention. "I don't know," he muttered, his gaze flicking toward the classroom door where Ishan had just entered.

Ishan started the lesson on art history, his voice flowing smoothly as he explained the evolution of different art movements. His passion for the subject was evident, but the material was dry.

As Ishan continued, Shubman's eyelids grew heavy. He tried to stay alert, but the comfortable warmth of the room made it hard to focus. Slowly, he let his head sink onto the desk, hoping no one would notice.

Ishan, deep into his lecture, didn't initially see Shubman's slight slip into sleep. He continued explaining the significance of each art period, unaware that his student was no longer following along.

When Shubman woke up he saw that the class was empty and not even Abhishek was there, "Atleast he should have woke me up before going" Shubman took his bag and he was ready to move out of the class but Ishan came in and stoped him " You are not allowed to go yet, since you were sleeping almost the whole lecture I have decided to take a special class for you today" and Ishan locked the door.

Shubman a bit confused but still smirked "Oh, is it okay than" Ishan grabbed his Wrist and took him to his seat and made Shubman sit on his chair, "You look a bit tired take off your shirt let me give you a massage" Ishan said seductively.

Shubman within seconds took off his shirt and threw it away, "Oh, you are really fast" Ishan chuckles.

Shubman smirked and stud up and whispered in Ishan ear "Darling..... you have not seen my real speed yet","Okay than show me " Ishan said with a challenging smirk.

"I am afraid that you will not be able to walk for a few weeks don't blame me afterwards I already warned you", Shubman said and leaned even more closer to Ishan and lifted him up by grabbing his Soft ass and made him sit on the table.

Shubman's right hand went to Ishan's slim waist and other hand caressing his soft pink lips ," I always wanted to know how your lips tastes", Shubman's breath faning on Ishan's lips".

"I guess now... you will get to now" Ishan replies, Shubman smirks and leans in to kiss Ishan but-

"Shubman," a soft but firm voice called out, breaking through the dream.

He jerked awake, blinking rapidly. His eyes adjusted to the bright classroom, and standing before him was Ishan, looking amused but slightly concerned.

"The class ended a while ago," Ishan said with a soft chuckle, his bag slung over his shoulder. "I figured I should wake you before you missed your next period. Everyone else already left."

Shubman's heart was still racing from the vivid dream, but as he sat up, he quickly realized another issue: he had a very noticeable boner. His face burned with embarrassment, and he immediately pulled his notebook onto his lap to cover himself.

"Oh, uh... thanks, sir," Shubman mumbled, avoiding eye contact as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

Ishan tilted his head, clearly noticing Shubman's sudden awkwardness but choosing not to comment on it. "You must have been really tired. You were out cold," he said with a warm smile, his tone light.

Shubman tried to play it cool, though his mind was still replaying the dream in vivid detail. Why did I have to wake up now? he thought bitterly. He glanced at Ishan, who was now rearranging some of the art supplies on his desk, his shirt slightly unbuttoned from the day's heat. The sight wasn't helping Shubman's situation at all.

Shubman cleared his throat, smirking despite his predicament. "Guess I had a nice dream, that's all."

Ishan raised an eyebrow but kept his tone professional. "Hopefully, it was something inspiring-maybe about art?"

Shubman chuckled, leaning back slightly to adjust himself discreetly. "Something like that," he said, his eyes lingering on Ishan a little too long before catching himself.

Ishan, oblivious to Shubman's internal struggle, gave a light laugh. "Well, whatever it was, I'm glad you got some rest. But next time, try to stay awake during class, alright?"

Shubman grinned, his usual cocky demeanor returning. "Sure thing, sir. But maybe you could make it more interesting-just for me."

Ishan rolled his eyes playfully. "We'll see about that," he said, grabbing his bag. "Now, hurry up and get to your next class."

As Ishan turned to leave, Shubman let out a slow breath, waiting for his body to calm down before standing up. This is going to be a long day, he thought with a sly smirk.

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