Drawn to trouble. ( Ishman FF)

Chapter 18

Shubman’s smirk deepened as he leaned in slightly, his voice low and teasing. "You’ve been dodging me for weeks, sir. I’ve been patient, haven’t I? Played the good boy role just for you." He let the words linger, watching Ishan’s face turn crimson.

Ishan shifted uncomfortably, his heart racing. “Shubman, this isn’t—”

Shubman cut him off smoothly, his tone playful but edged with a seriousness that made Ishan’s breath hitch. “And now, I think it’s only fair if you reward me”

Ishan’s eyes widened, his face flushed as he stammered, “S-Shubman, I don’t think—this isn’t right.”

Shubman’s smirk faded, replaced by an intense gaze as he grabbed Ishan gently by the waist, pulling him even closer. Their faces were inches apart now, and Ishan could feel the heat radiating from Shubman.

“I don’t care what’s right or wrong,” Shubman murmured, his voice low and commanding. “You’ve been mine from the moment I laid eyes on you, sir. And now, you have to be only mine. No more running away.”

Ishan’s heart pounded, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and emotions. “Shubman, you’re my student…”

Shubman shook his head, his grip tightening just enough to keep Ishan grounded. “Not right now”.

Shubman gently ran his thumb along Ishan’s cheek, his smirk growing darker. "You know, sir," he began in a low, deliberate tone, "I could’ve easily had you on my bed spreading your legs for me . But I didn’t. Because I don’t want just anyone—I want you to come to me willingly."

Ishan’s wide eyes reflected a mix of surprise and nervousness as he stood frozen, listening to Shubman’s words. He’d never seen this side of Shubman before—so bold, so perverted, so unapologetically forward.

"You’re seeing the real me now," Shubman continued, his voice dripping with confidence. "I’m not the perfect student you thought I was trying to be. But trust me, I don’t need to pretend anymore." He leaned in slightly, their faces mere inches apart. "I wanted to earn you, Ishan. I wanted you to see me for who I am and still choose me."

Ishan’s heart raced, his cheeks burning under Shubman’s intense gaze. He tried to speak but found himself at a loss for words. His mind swirled with emotions—shock, nervousness, and an undeniable curiosity about the connection he felt with Shubman.

"Are you scared of me now?" Shubman asked, his tone playful yet serious, his eyes searching Ishan’s face for any sign of rejection.

Ishan swallowed hard, shaking his head slightly. "I’m not... scared," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Ishan blinked, his train of thought interrupted by the sound of Shubman snapping his fingers. Shubman leaned in slightly, his usual playful smirk firmly in place. "If you’re stuck on the whole 'student-teacher' thing," he said with a scoff, "come on, sir. You’re only four years older than me. That’s nothing."

Ishan opened his mouth to protest but found himself at a loss for words. His cheeks flushed, his heart pounding as he tried to process Shubman’s boldness. "But... it still feels—" he began, his voice uncertain.

"Feels what?" Shubman interrupted, raising an eyebrow. "Wrong? Unusual? Sir, it’s not like we’re worlds apart. And honestly..." He trailed off, his voice dropping to a softer, more intimate tone. "I don’t see you as just my teacher. Do you still see me as just another student?"

Ishan’s throat went dry as he shook his head slightly, unable to form a coherent response.

Shubman’s smirk deepened, his eyes locking onto Ishan’s with a teasing glint. "Exactly," he said, his voice low but confident. "You’re only four years older. That’s nothing, sir." He leaned in slightly, his tone softening but still holding that playful edge. "If anything, it makes things... interesting."

Ishan’s cheeks burned as he processed Shubman’s words. His heart raced, and his innocent nature left him fumbling for a response. "So," he began hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper, "it’s okay for me to feel this way? About you?"

Shubman chuckled softly, leaning closer until their faces were mere inches apart. "Not just okay," he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky tone. "It’s perfect." His smirk grew as he added, "I’ve been waiting for you to catch up, sir."

Ishan’s breath hitched, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. But one thing was clear—he couldn’t deny the growing pull he felt toward Shubman.

Shubman’s patience was hanging by a thread. Being this close to Ishan, seeing his flushed cheeks, his big doe eyes full of confusion, and those soft, pink lips that trembled slightly as he tried to speak—it was torture. Shubman’s gaze darkened with longing, his self-control slipping with every passing second.

Ishan tried to step back, fumbling for another excuse, but Shubman wasn’t having it. In one swift motion, he wrapped an arm around Ishan’s waist, pulling him even closer until their faces were inches apart. Ishan froze, his breath hitching as he felt the heat radiating from Shubman.

"Stop running away," Shubman said, his voice low and intense. His gaze locked onto Ishan’s, making it impossible for him to look anywhere else. "You keep avoiding me, keep pushing me away like I’m nothing. But I know you feel it too. Don’t lie to yourself, sir."

Ishan’s heart raced, the intensity of Shubman’s words and the closeness overwhelming him. "I—I don’t know," he stammered, his voice barely audible.

Shubman smirked, tilting his head. "Oh, you know exactly what I mean," he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I want you, Ishan. All of you. And no excuses or rules are going to change that."

Shubman, frustrated with Ishan’s constant denials and avoidance, decided to play his last card. He took a deep breath and stepped back slightly, putting on a serious expression.

“If you don’t want me, Ishan, then fine," Shubman said, his voice trembling slightly to sell his act. "But I can’t live without you. If you’re rejecting me… then there’s no point for me anymore. I’ll end it. I’ll kill myself."

Ishan’s eyes widened in sheer panic, his face draining of colour. "Shubman, don’t say things like that!" he exclaimed, his voice shaky.

"I mean it," Shubman continued, his tone somber. "You’re everything to me. If I can’t have you, I’d rather not live at all."

Ishan’s innocent and naive heart couldn’t handle the weight of Shubman’s words. The thought of Shubman hurting himself because of him filled Ishan with overwhelming guilt and fear. His emotions bubbled to the surface, and without thinking, he grabbed Shubman by the shoulders.

"Stop! Don’t even think about doing something like that!" Ishan said, his voice breaking. His eyes were glossy with unshed tears. "Fine! I… I love you too! There, I said it! Please, don’t hurt yourself!"

Before Shubman could respond, Ishan threw his arms around him, holding him tightly as though his embrace could stop Shubman from following through on his threat. Shubman’s lips curled into a triumphant smirk over Ishan’s shoulder. His plan had worked perfectly.

Gently wrapping his arms around Ishan, Shubman softened his expression. "Ishan," he whispered, feigning vulnerability, "I didn’t mean to scare you. I just couldn’t take the thought of you pushing me away anymore. I love you too much."

Ishan pulled back slightly, looking into Shubman’s eyes, his own filled with worry. "Promise me you’ll never say something like that again. Please."

Shubman smiled warmly, stroking Ishan’s cheek. "I promise," he said softly, though inwardly, he celebrated his victory. Finally, Ishan was his.

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