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.
"Good morning, Sir. I'll pick you up at 11:00 AM. Be ready!"
He smirked, already imagining how the day would unfold.
In his room, Shubman was busy getting ready. He meticulously styled his hair, choosing a casual yet stylish outfit that would make him look effortlessly cool. As he adjusted his watch,
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his sister barged into his room, arms crossed.
"Oye! Itne savere savere saj dhaj ke kidhar ja raha hai?" she teased, eyeing him suspiciously.
Without missing a beat, Shubman shot back, "Teri baraat mai ja raha hu," with a sarcastic edge.
His sister scoffed, undeterred. "Date pe ja raha hai kya kisi ke saath?" she probed further, her curiosity piqued.
Shubman paused mid-way through fixing his hair, a sly smirk playing on his lips. "Yesa hi kuch samajh," he said, his tone dripping with mischief. "Chal haat, mujhe late ho raha hai."
Rolling her eyes, his sister left the room, muttering, "Showoff," under her breath. But she couldn’t resist heading to their mother, relaying the entire exchange with her own dramatic flair.
Shubman gave himself one last look in the mirror. "Perfect," he murmured, grabbing his keys and heading out. Today was going to be interesting.
Meanwhile, in his cozy apartment, Ishan stood in front of his wardrobe, pondering over what to wear. He didn't understand why, but he felt the urge to look his best today. After some deliberation, he picked out a lavender outfit— comfortable yet stylish,
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He even applied a light layer of makeup, though his naturally glowing skin hardly needed it.
Once satisfied with his look, Ishan went to feed his kitten. As he poured the food into the bowl, his phone buzzed. It was a call from Shubman.
"I'm downstairs," Shubman said smoothly.
"Okay, coming!" Ishan replied, his voice slightly nervous.
Ishan stepped out of his building and walked toward the bike, his eyes widened in surprise. Shubman, leaning casually against his bike, was also dressed in lavender. The coincidence didn’t go unnoticed.
