Drawn to trouble. ( Ishman FF)

Chapter 27

The bus was alive with energy, filled with the sound of students singing loudly to the music playing through the speakers. Several of them were dancing in the aisle, their enthusiasm infectious. Even Virat had joined in, moving with the rhythm, laughing as a group of students cheered him on.

However, Rohit wasn’t as pleased. Though he feigned interest and tried to dance stiffly, his watchful eyes followed Virat’s every move. Subtly, Rohit stepped closer, inserting himself between Virat and any overly enthusiastic students who got a little too close for his liking.

Shubman, lounging in his seat at the back, noticed this interaction and smirked knowingly. He leaned back, shaking his head in amusement. When will Rohit sir just propose already? he thought to himself, finding the whole scene entertaining.

Suddenly, a group of students came rushing toward Ishan, who had been quietly enjoying the excitement from his seat. "Ishan sir! You have to join us!" one of them exclaimed.

"Oh, no, I—" Ishan began, but before he could refuse, they grabbed his hands and pulled him into the crowd.

The students erupted in cheers encouraging him. Ishan couldn’t help but laugh, his cheeks tinged with pink as he loosened up and started enjoying himself.

The lively bus ride continued with Bollywood party songs blasting through the speakers, making it impossible for anyone to sit still. Ishan, to Shubman’s surprise, turned out to be an excellent dancer. His movements were graceful yet effortlessly fun, and he matched the energy of the students surrounding him. His laughter blended with the music, making him seem even more radiant.

Shubman sat back, arms crossed, his jaw tightening as he watched. He didn’t like how the others got to enjoy this side of Ishan so freely. He was used to seeing Ishan’s shy and reserved demeanor, which felt like it was exclusively for him.

Abhishek, noticing Shubman’s intense gaze, popped his head over the seat in front of him with a mischievous grin. "What’s the matter, Shubman? Not happy with Ishan sir stealing the spotlight?"

Shubman shot him a look but didn’t respond.

Abhishek leaned closer, smirking. "Matching outfits and everything, huh? You two are practically a couple from a romantic movie."

"Shut up," Shubman muttered, though his lips twitched as if suppressing a smile.

"Why don’t you join in? Or are you scared I’ll outdance you?" Abhishek teased further, standing up and stretching his arms dramatically.

"I’ll pass," Shubman replied, waving him off. "And it’s not like Mayank’s going to join you either."

As if on cue, Abhishek turned to Mayank, who was sitting beside him, and raised his brows expectantly. Mayank blushed furiously and shook his head, his fingers nervously playing with the hem of his shirt.

"Fine, your loss," Abhishek said with a shrug before bounding off to join Ishan and the students on the makeshift dance floor.

With Abhishek gone, Shubman turned to Mayank with a sly grin. "So, Mayank, how’s he treating you?"

Mayank turned even redder, barely managing to look at Shubman. "H-he’s really caring," he admitted softly. "And... loving."

Shubman’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. It was hard to imagine Abhishek, the ever-teasing and boisterous one, being such a softie.

"Wow," Shubman said, leaning back with a smirk. "Didn’t think he had it in him. Love really does turn troublemakers into saints, huh?"

Mayank chuckled shyly, his ears turning pink.