Drawn to trouble. ( Ishman FF)

Chapter 13

As the months went by, Ishan’s bond with his class grew deeper. He wasn’t just a teacher to them; he became a confidant, a guide, and sometimes even a friend. His students adored his kind-hearted and approachable nature, and Ishan felt genuinely happy seeing their growth and enthusiasm.

Among them, Shubman remained a unique case. While Ishan saw him as just another student—albeit a particularly charming and mischievous one—Shubman had slowly ingrained himself into Ishan’s daily life. His constant banter, playful teasing, and unwavering attention were hard to miss.

For Ishan, Shubman was simply a student with an infectious energy, someone who made him laugh and feel appreciated and sometimes blush. But in his innocence and naivety, Ishan remained unaware of Shubman’s deeper feelings and intentions. What he saw as harmless camaraderie, Shubman saw as precious moments with someone he admired—and perhaps desired.

Their dynamic became a topic of silent observation among the class. While Ishan remained oblivious, his students often exchanged knowing glances, particularly Abhishek, who couldn’t help but grin every time Shubman found a new excuse to linger around Ishan or “accidentally” bump into him during breaks.

Unbeknownst to Ishan, his kindness and warmth had become the cornerstone of Shubman’s day.

One sunday, Shubman feeling restless, strolled into his sister's room, hoping to pass the time by annoying her. She was lounging on her bed, scrolling through her phone.

“Ugh, Shubman, what now?” she groaned as he flopped onto her bed.

“I’m bored,” he complained. “Abhishek’s busy with Mayank, and there’s nothing fun to do.”

She shot him an exasperated look. “Seriously? You’re ruining my peace for that?” Then, with a teasing smirk, she added, “Why don’t you spend time with your boyfriend?”

Shubman blinked, caught off guard. “Boyfriend? Who?”

Rolling her eyes, she said, “That cute guy from the restaurant—what’s his name? Oh right, Ishan.”

Shubman’s heart skipped a beat. “You… remember him?”

“Of course,” she replied. “How could I forget such a cute and beautiful face? Mom and I even talk about him sometimes. You know, she once said, ‘Kash Ishan mere ghar mein bahu ban ke aaye.’”

Shubman froze for a moment before a mischievous smirk crept onto his face. Don’t worry, Mom, he thought. Yeh ghar ka bahu to vahi banega.

“Well, thanks for the idea,” he said, getting up. “I’ll go bother him now.”

His sister laughed. “You’re welcome. Just don’t scare him away with your antics.”

Shubman left her room, already planning how to spend his day with Ishan.

Shubman clearly remembered the when Ishan sir had said that he can come to his house whenever he want to play with his cat, Shubman called Ishan sir and asked him if he was free or not Ishan agreed and Shubman went to get ready.

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When Ishan opened the door, Shubman stood frozen for a moment, his breath hitching at the sight before him. Ishan was dressed casually in a loose t-shirt that slipped slightly off one shoulder, revealing his delicate collarbone, and a pair of snug shorts that showed off his milky, thick thighs. The soft, relaxed look only added to Ishan’s natural charm, and Shubman felt a heat rising in his face.