Ishan Kishan a passionate and innocent art teacher, is thrilled to start his new job at a prestigious college but what happens when the college's bad boy decides to trouble him.
First time writing a ff so ignore the mistakes and enjoy the story.
As the victory celebration and prize ceremony wrapped up, excitement for the evening party buzzed among the students. Shubman and Abhishek, freshly showered and still basking in their win, walked back towards the main grounds when they noticed a crowd gathered around Ishan sir.
Curiosity piqued, they approached, pushing through the small throng of their classmates. "What’s going on here?" Shubman asked, his tone casual but laced with concern.
One of the students turned to him, grinning. "Shubman, Ishan sir is saying he won’t come to the party tonight. You should convince him!"
Shubman raised an eyebrow and looked at Ishan, who was standing there with an awkward smile, shaking his head. “I’ve already told them,” Ishan said, “I’m not sure a student party is the right place for me. What would I even do there?”
Before Shubman could reply, another student piped up, “But sir, the other teachers are too old to join us! You’re not, right? You should definitely come!”
Ishan’s eyes widened at the cheeky remark. “Hey!” he exclaimed, playfully scolding the student. “That’s no way to talk about your teachers. Respect them, alright?”
The students laughed, and another chimed in, “We’re sorry, sir, but it’s true! You’ll make the party so much more fun. Please come!”
Shubman, who had been quietly observing, stepped closer, crossing his arms with a sly smile. “They’re right, sir. It won’t be the same without you. Besides, you’ve already celebrated our victory; why not keep the celebration going?”
Ishan sighed, looking around at the hopeful faces. “You all are really persistent, aren’t you?”
The students erupted in cheers, chanting, “We’ll be waiting for you, sir!”
Finally, Ishan gave in, laughing at their enthusiasm. “Alright, alright! I’ll come. But only for a little while,” he added, wagging a finger at them.
The crowd cheered louder, and Shubman couldn’t help but smirk. This is going to be interesting.
As the group dispersed, Abhishek nudged Shubman with a knowing look. “Looks like the party just got a lot more exciting.”
Shubman chuckled, his mind already racing with thoughts.
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The party was in full swing, with the music pumping and students letting loose in a way they couldn’t during school hours. The food stalls were a hit, and laughter echoed across the venue. Shubman, however, was only half-engaged. A group of girls surrounded him, each trying to get his attention, but his eyes kept darting towards the entrance. He wasn’t here for them; he was waiting for someone special.
And then, like a scene from a movie, Ishan sir arrived.
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He wore a sleeveless knit top that clung perfectly to his slim figure, accentuating his narrow waist and toned arms. A delicate pearl necklace rested against his collarbones, catching the party lights in a way that made him look effortlessly elegant. But what really caught Shubman’s attention was how the shirt subtly outlined Ishan’s curves—particularly his perfectly shaped ass.
Shubman nearly choked on his drink. His usual confident smirk faltered, replaced by a look of pure awe. God help me, he thought, how is he this perfect?
As Ishan stepped further into the party, all eyes turned towards him. The students were stunned. Some even whispered among themselves, while others openly gushed. Ishan’s cheeks flushed a deep red as his classmates surrounded him, throwing compliments like, “Sir, you could totally be a model!” and “Sir, you’re stealing the show tonight!”
Ishan chuckled shyly, waving off their praises. “You guys are too much,” he said, trying to downplay his flustered state.
Meanwhile, Abhishek, standing a few feet away, noticed the dazed expression on Shubman’s face. His eyes were practically glued to Ishan, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what kind of thoughts were running through his mind.
Abhishek sighed, rolled his eyes, and delivered a solid thwack to Shubman’s head. “Oi, snap out of it, Romeo,” he muttered.
Shubman rubbed his head, shooting Abhishek a glare. “What the hell, man?”
“Don’t ‘what the hell’ me,” Abhishek retorted. “You were practically drooling. Keep it together unless you want to scare him off.”
Shubman grinned, unbothered. “I’m just appreciating good fashion sense.”
Shubman took one last look at Ishan, who was now laughing with some students, his radiant smile lighting up the room. This party just got a whole lot better.
Shubman couldn’t tear his eyes away. He leaned over to Abhishek,“How is it legal for someone to look that good?”
Abhishek, noticing the way Shubman’s gaze kept drifting to Ishan’s lower half, smirked. “Calm down, lover boy, or you’ll give yourself away.”
“I’m not even trying to hide it,” Shubman replied, grinning. “He looks like a goddamn dream.”
Abhishek rolled his eyes. “You’re hopeless.”
Just then, Ishan caught Shubman’s gaze for a brief moment and offered him a small, shy smile. That was all the encouragement Shubman needed. Straightening his posture, he decided it was time to make his presence known.
Shubman tried to navigate through the throng of girls who were hanging onto his every word, their laughter ringing in his ears. However, his focus remained firmly fixed on Ishan. He could see him at a distance, standing with a group of students, his soft smile faltering every now and then as his eyes occasionally drifted toward Shubman.
From where Ishan stood, he could clearly see the girls giggling, some playfully touching Shubman’s arm, and others leaning in a little too close. Despite his best efforts to stay composed, a pang of jealousy gnawed at him. Why does this bother me? he thought, shaking his head as if to rid himself of the unwelcome feeling. He’s my student, nothing more. This is silly.
Still, the sight unsettled him. His usual warm demeanor dimmed, and his responses to his students became less enthusiastic. One of them, noticing the change, asked, “Sir, are you okay? You seem a little off.”
Ishan quickly forced a smile. “No, no, I’m fine. Just a little tired.”
But his gaze once again drifted toward Shubman, and he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment. Why isn’t he here with us? he thought quietly, trying to suppress the ache building in his chest.
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