Drawn to trouble. ( Ishman FF)

Chapter 22

Ishan’s cheeks burned even more at Shubman’s bold statement. He tried to look away, mumbling, “T-that doesn’t change the fact that you should behave properly. There’s a time and place for everything, Shubman.”

Shubman grinned and leaned back casually, resting his arm on the bench behind Ishan. “Time and place, huh? Well, you better tell me when and where, sir. Because I don’t think I can wait too long.”

“Shubman!” Ishan hissed, his wide doe eyes filled with a mix of embarrassment and disbelief. “You’re impossible!”

“Impossible or irresistible?” Shubman teased, enjoying how flustered Ishan had become. “And don’t worry, sir, I’ll make sure to behave... in class, at least,” he added with a wink.

Ishan groaned, burying his face in his hands. He couldn’t decide whether Shubman’s confidence was endearing or just downright infuriating. “You’re going to drive me crazy,” he muttered under his breath.

“And I’m only just getting started,” Shubman said with a playful smirk.

Ishan and Shubman decided to keep their relationship discreet in college, agreeing it was the best way to avoid unnecessary complications until Shubman’s graduation. After finalizing their plans, they headed to a nearby ice cream parlor, eager to wind down from their eventful day.

Inside, the parlor was cozy and vibrant, filled with the cheerful chatter of families and friends. Shubman purposely chose a booth and slid in right next to Ishan, making it clear he didn’t want to sit across from him.

Ishan gave him a questioning look. “You know, there’s plenty of space on the other side,” he pointed out, gesturing to the empty seat.

Shubman leaned in slightly, a cheeky grin on his face. “Why would I sit far when I can be close to my boyfriend?”

Ishan’s cheeks flushed, and he quickly turned his attention to the menu, muttering something under his breath. Shubman chuckled and leaned back, clearly satisfied with his answer.

After ordering their ice cream, the two began chatting about their day. Shubman couldn’t help but sneak glances at Ishan’s blushing face, thinking to himself how adorable his boyfriend looked when flustered.

As they sat in the cozy ice cream parlor, Ishan gently nudged Shubman. “You really don’t have to call me ‘sir’ when we’re outside the school, you know. It feels... strange,” he said, swirling his spoon in the cup of his favorite flavour.

Shubman leaned closer, his signature smirk spreading across his face. “Oh, I get it,” he said, nodding slowly as if in agreement. But then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he added, “Although, I can’t lie... calling you ‘sir’ kinda turns me on.”

Ishan’s eyes widened in shock, and before he could respond, he nearly choked on the bite of ice cream he had just taken. He quickly reached for his glass of water, coughing and glaring at Shubman, whose smug grin only grew wider.

“Shubman!” Ishan scolded between coughs, his cheeks flushing a deep red. “Stop saying things like this.”

To distract himself from the embarrassment, Ishan focused intently on his ice cream, savoring its flavour and letting the cool, sweet taste calm his nerves. He was so lost in its deliciousness that he didn’t notice a small bit of ice cream had smeared on his cheek.

Shubman, however, noticed instantly. His eyes lit up mischievously, and he leaned a little closer, watching Ishan with an affectionate smirk.

“Ishan,” Shubman called softly.

Ishan turned to face him, still holding his cone. “Hmm?”

Before Ishan could react, Shubman leaned in and licked the ice cream off his cheek in one slow, deliberate motion. His gaze lingered on Ishan's flushed face as he pulled back, his smirk growing. “Sweet,” he murmured in a teasingly seductive tone.

Ishan’s eyes widened in shock, and his cheeks turned a deep shade of red. “Shubman!” he stammered, his voice a mix of embarrassment and disbelief.

Shubman simply chuckled, leaning back with a satisfied grin. “Couldn’t let it go to waste, sir,” he teased, making sure to emphasize the last word.

Ishan turned away, hiding his face in his hands, but he couldn’t stop the small, shy smile that crept onto his lips.

Ishan sighed, still trying to calm his racing heart, and looked at Shubman with a mix of annoyance and flustered frustration. “Why do you always do these things, Shubman? You know I’ll get flustered every time,” he muttered, his voice soft but filled with exasperation.

Shubman’s grin only widened as he leaned in closer, his eyes locking with Ishan’s. “Because, sir,” he began, his tone playful yet sincere, “your shy, embarrassed face is my absolute favorite. I could watch it all day.”

Ishan’s cheeks burned even redder at the confession, and he turned his gaze away, unable to meet Shubman’s intense stare. “You’re impossible,” he mumbled under his breath.

Shubman chuckled and rested his chin on his palm, still watching Ishan with an adoring gaze. After a moment, he added with a teasing smirk, “You know, your face makes the best expressions. I can’t help but wonder…” He trailed off, leaning just a little closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.

Ishan glanced at him nervously. “Wonder what?”

Shubman’s smirk turned wicked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “What kind of expressions you’d make when we’re… doing that.” His tone was low and suggestive, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

Ishan froze, his entire face turning crimson as the words sank in. “Shubman!” he squeaked, unable to form a proper response. He quickly turned away, hiding his face in his hands, while Shubman laughed, thoroughly enjoying his reaction.

“I’m just saying,” Shubman teased, his voice dripping with amusement. “I bet they’d be even more adorable...... and sexy.” Shubman mumbled the last part.

As Ishan and Shubman walked toward the bike, Ishan was animatedly talking, gesturing with his hands as he explained something with excitement. Shubman, smiling softly, listened intently, his eyes occasionally drifting to the way Ishan’s face lit up with each word.

But as they neared the parking area, Ishan’s foot caught on a small rock, and his balance faltered. A startled gasp escaped his lips as he braced himself for the inevitable fall.

Before he could hit the ground, Shubman’s reflexes kicked in, and he caught Ishan firmly, his hands gripping Ishan’s waist to steady him. “Careful, sir,” Shubman said softly, his tone laced with concern.

As Ishan opened his eyes, he was met with Shubman’s face so close, his hands still holding Ishan’s waist gently. For a brief moment, Ishan felt a flutter in his chest, and his cheeks flushed with heat. He quickly noticed the position, realizing Shubman’s hand had been lingering on his waist, and shyly urged him to let go.

Shubman snapped out of his trance, a smile tugging at his lips. He nodded and suggested, “You should hop on the bike, I’ll take you home.” He released Ishan’s waist, though his fingers lingered for just a second longer, and Ishan hurried to get on the bike, feeling the warmth of the moment still lingering between them.

As they rode towards Ishan's society, Shubman couldn't help but think about how perfect it felt to hold Ishan's waist, and in his mind, he made a vow: He would never wash his hands till he again holds Ishan's waist. He smirked, his thoughts happily lingering on Ishan as they drove in comfortable silence.

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