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 Ishan stepped into the staff room, his usual cheerful demeanor lighting up the space. “Good morning, everyone,” he greeted, flashing a warm smile. As he moved toward his desk, he noticed Virat sitting quietly, his brows furrowed, lost in thought.
Curious, Ishan walked over and gently tapped on the table. “Virat, is everything okay? You look really out of it.”
Virat sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know, Ishan,” he began. “It’s about Rohit. Every time he’s around, I feel… different. My heart races, and I can’t focus. And when he flirts with me, I act like it’s nothing, but inside, it’s chaos.”
Ishan tilted his head, listening intently. “Sounds like you really care about him.”
Virat hesitated for a moment before confessing, “I think I love him, Ishan. It’s terrifying and exciting at the same time.”
As Ishan processed Virat’s words, a sudden realization struck him. The feelings Virat described mirrored his own whenever he was around Shubman—the fluttering heartbeat, the warmth, the lingering thoughts. But unlike Virat, Ishan felt a wave of guilt crash over him. Shubman is my student, he reminded himself. Despite the mere four-year age gap, it felt like a line he shouldn’t cross.
Ishan’s expression faltered for a moment, but he quickly masked it with a gentle smile. “I’m happy you’re figuring things out, Virat. Love can be complicated, but it’s also beautiful.”
Inside, however, Ishan resolved to create distance between himself and Shubman. It’s for the best, he thought. I need to focus on being a good teacher, not these confusing feelings.
From that moment, Ishan decided to avoid Shubman as much as possible, hoping to suppress the emotions he could no longer deny.
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Shubman couldn't take it anymore. The silence between him and Ishan sir had grown louder than any words ever could. Each time their eyes met, only for Ishan to quickly look away, it felt like a dagger to Shubman’s chest. His once bright, teasing nature had been replaced with short tempers and visible frustration. The lack of communication was driving him mad.
His friends noticed the change too. Abhishek had tried to tease him about Ishan, but Shubman’s sharp glare quickly shut him up. It wasn’t just the avoidance; it was the why that gnawed at Shubman’s mind. What could he have possibly done to make Ishan act like this? They had shared moments, laughter, and even quiet companionship. Now, it felt like a wall had been built between them overnight.
Each attempt to talk had been met with flimsy excuses from Ishan—papers to grade, errands to run, or even sudden calls. Shubman saw through them all but let it slide, hoping Ishan would eventually come around. But after two agonizing weeks of cold shoulders and avoided conversations, Shubman had enough.
The hurt of being ignored by someone he cared about was worse than any punishment he had ever received. He missed their moments together, the way Ishan’s laugh would light up a room, and the gentle way he spoke when it was just the two of them.
Shubman clenched his fists. If I don’t find out what’s going on soon, I’ll go insane, he thought.
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*Ishan's outfit*
As the last student left the room, Ishan let out a small sigh of relief and turned back to his paints, organizing them meticulously.
Ishan froze when he heard the sound of the door locking. His heart raced as his mind jumped to conclusions, but the sight of Shubman calmed him for a brief moment—until he saw the determined look on Shubman’s face.
“Sir,” Shubman said, his voice low but steady as he walked up to Ishan, stopping just inches away. His eyes locked onto Ishan’s, forcing the older man to confront the storm brewing within them. “Why are you avoiding me?”
Ishan swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. “I-I’m not avoiding you, Shubman,” he stammered, trying to step back, but his desk blocked his escape.
Shubman’s lips curled into a humorless smirk. “Don’t lie, sir. You won’t even look me in the eye anymore,” he said, leaning slightly closer. “For two weeks, you’ve been running away, and I’m done pretending I don’t notice.”
Ishan’s hands trembled slightly as he clutched the edge of the desk behind him. “Shubman, I’m your teacher. We shouldn’t be having this conversation,” he said, his voice shaky.
Shubman chuckled darkly. “Teacher or not, you owe me an explanation. Did I do something wrong? Did I say something to offend you?” His tone softened just a bit, but the intensity in his eyes remained. “Tell me, sir. Because I’ve been going crazy trying to figure it out.”
Ishan felt his resolve crumbling under Shubman’s gaze. “It’s not you, Shubman,” he admitted quietly. “It’s me. I’m confused, and... it’s wrong for me to feel this way.”
Shubman raised an eyebrow. “Feel what way?” he pressed, his voice barely above a whisper now.
Ishan looked down, unable to meet his eyes. “I can’t explain it,” he muttered. “But it’s not appropriate.”
Shubman placed a hand on the desk beside Ishan, leaning in slightly. “I don’t care about what’s ‘appropriate,’ sir. I just want the truth,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “You’re important to me. Don’t push me away.”
Ishan’s breath hitched at Shubman’s words, his resolve wavering even more. He knew he couldn’t keep running from his feelings, but admitting them felt like stepping into dangerous territory.
Shubman smirked before finishing his sentence, “But you know what, sir? Playing the good boy isn’t really my thing.” His voice dropped lower, almost a whisper. “And I’m done pretending.”
Ishan’s breath hitched as Shubman’s face was now mere inches away, the heat between them palpable. “S-Shubman, step back,” Ishan stammered, his voice faltering, though his body betrayed him, unable to move away.
Shubman’s smirk deepened. “Not until you tell me why you’re avoiding me,” he said, his eyes locking onto Ishan’s. “You’ve been driving me crazy, sir. Ignoring me like that… Do you have any idea what that does to me?”
Ishan’s heart raced. “Shubman…this is inappropriate,” he said, barely audible.
“Inappropriate?” Shubman repeated, his tone teasing yet laced with frustration. “What’s really inappropriate is you making me fall for you and then pushing me away like I don’t exist.”
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