Drawn to trouble. ( Ishman FF)

Chapter 19

Ishan’s shy, flushed face made Shubman’s heart race even faster. Watching Ishan close his eyes nervously, his long lashes brushing against his cheeks, Shubman couldn’t help but admire how breathtakingly beautiful his teacher looked in this vulnerable moment.

With a small, reassuring smile, Shubman leaned in, his hand gently cupping Ishan’s cheek. His lips softly brushed against Ishan’s, and the world seemed to pause for both of them.

For Ishan, the kiss sent a wave of warmth through his body, like sparks dancing along his skin. It was new, unfamiliar, but intoxicating. His heart thudded wildly, torn between nervousness and the exhilaration of sharing something so intimate for the first time.

For Shubman, the kiss was everything he had imagined and more. Ishan’s soft lips felt like heaven, and the slight hesitation in Ishan’s response only made the moment sweeter. Slowly, Shubman deepened the kiss, giving Ishan the time to adjust, savoring every second.

Ishan’s hands instinctively gripped the edge of the table behind him for support, and as the kiss lingered, he felt himself melting into it. It was overwhelming but perfect in every way. When they finally parted, both were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other as they tried to calm their racing hearts.

“I told you,” Shubman whispered with a smirk, his voice husky, “I’d make it perfect.”

Ishan’s face turned an even deeper shade of red, and he looked down, biting his lip to hide his shy smile. He mumbled softly, “It… it was perfect.”

Shubman’s smirk grew as he noticed Ishan’s cheeks turning an impossible shade of red. “What was that, sir?” he teased in a low, playful tone, leaning closer. “I didn’t quite hear you. Why don’t you say it again?”

Ishan shook his head shyly, avoiding Shubman’s intense gaze. But before he could protest, Shubman leaned in even closer, his lips brushing against Ishan’s ear as he whispered, “If it was so perfect, why don’t we try it one more time?”

The sensation of Shubman’s warm breath on his ear sent shivers down Ishan’s spine. Embarrassed but unable to deny how much he’d liked the kiss, Ishan hesitated before nodding shyly.

That was all the encouragement Shubman needed. Without wasting a second, he cupped Ishan’s face and captured his lips again, this time with more urgency. The kiss was no longer soft and hesitant—it was rough, passionate, and consuming. Shubman poured all the pent-up feelings he had for Ishan into the kiss, claiming him in a way that left no room for doubt.

Ishan’s hands instinctively clutched Shubman’s shirt as he tried to keep up, his heart pounding in his chest. The intensity of the kiss overwhelmed him, but he couldn’t deny the way it made his body feel. It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced, and even though it was rough, he found himself liking it far more than he expected.

When Shubman finally pulled away, both of them were panting, their faces mere inches apart. Ishan’s mind was spinning, his lips tingling from the kiss. His wide eyes met Shubman’s intense gaze, and he quickly looked away, utterly flustered.

“See?” Shubman said smugly, his voice thick with satisfaction. “I told you, it’d be even better the second time.”

Ishan, still catching his breath, covered his face with his hands, trying to hide his embarrassment. His mind raced with conflicting emotions, but one thing was certain—he wasn’t going to forget that kiss anytime soon.

Ishan cleared his throat, trying to regain some composure after Shubman’s intense teasing. “We should probably leave now,” he said, straightening his tie and avoiding Shubman’s gaze. “Otherwise, we’ll end up stuck here until Monday. And I don’t think either of us wants that.”

Shubman raised an eyebrow, his signature smirk creeping onto his face. “I don’t know about that, sir,” he said in a teasing tone, stepping closer. “As long as you’re with me, I wouldn’t mind staying anywhere.” He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. “Think of all the fun things we could do together now that we’re officially boyfriends.”

Ishan’s cheeks flushed a deep red as he froze in place, his wide eyes darting to Shubman’s mischievous expression. “B-boyfriends?” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course,” Shubman said confidently, his tone casual but laced with a hint of mischief. “What else would we be after all this?” He winked, thoroughly enjoying Ishan’s flustered state.

Ishan’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, unsure how to respond. He quickly looked away, fidgeting with his bag to avoid meeting Shubman’s gaze. “Let’s just… let’s go,” he mumbled, clearly overwhelmed.

Shubman chuckled but decided not to push him further—for now. He grabbed his own bag and followed Ishan out of the classroom, unlocking the door on the way. As they walked through the now-empty corridors, the silence was broken only by the faint echo of their footsteps.

When they reached the parking area, Shubman swung his keys around his finger and gestured toward his bike. “Come on, sir, hop on,” he said cheerfully.

Ishan hesitated for a moment before climbing onto the bike behind Shubman. He awkwardly placed his hands on Shubman’s shoulders, trying to keep some distance between them.

Shubman, of course, wasn’t having any of that. He reached back, grabbed Ishan’s hands, and firmly placed them around his waist. “Hold on tight, sir,” he said, his tone both playful and commanding. “Wouldn’t want you falling off, now would we?”

Ishan sighed, his cheeks still warm as he reluctantly tightened his grip around Shubman’s waist. As they sped off into the night, Shubman couldn’t help but grin. This wasn’t how he’d imagined the day ending, but it was definitely better than he’d hoped.

Hey guys hope you all enjoyed the chapter and don't forget to vote and comment, Aur app logo Ko Darr ne ki koi jarurat nhi hai mera Ishu Ko Mai problem Mai bilkul nhi dekh Sakti🥺🥺 To Shubman ka koi galat intention nhi hai vo to bus usse Ishan se jaldi confess Kara na tha iss liye natak Kiya aur kuch nhi,
Milte hai next chapter mai bye👋😘