Drawn to trouble. ( Ishman FF)

Chapter 29

At night, after dinner, everyone returned to their respective rooms. In Abhishek and Mayank's room, Mayank was lying on his bed, scrolling through the pictures from the day on his phone, smiling softly at some of them. Meanwhile, Abhishek was in the bathroom, taking a shower.

"Mayu!" Abhishek's voice called out from behind the bathroom door. "Bring me a towel, please!"

Mayank sighed, muttering under his breath about how Abhishek should have prepared beforehand, As Mayank walked toward the bathroom holding the towel, he called out, “Here’s your towel, Abhi. Take it and stop yelling.”

The bathroom door creaked open slightly, and instead of grabbing the towel, Abhishek grabbed Mayank’s wrist. With a quick pull, he dragged Mayank inside and pinned him against the door, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.

“Abhi!” Mayank gasped, his eyes widening in panic as his mind jumped to the worst possible conclusion. “What are you doing?!”

Mayank’s cheeks turned crimson as he realized how close they were. His eyes squeezed shut, and he yelled, “Don’t tell me you’re naked!”

Abhishek burst out laughing, his voice echoing in the small bathroom. “Relax, Mayu. I’m not naked!” He stepped back slightly, still chuckling. “I’m wearing a towel, see?”

Mayank hesitantly opened one eye and peeked, confirming that Abhishek was indeed wrapped in a towel. He let out a small sigh of relief, though his face remained red. “You scared me, idiot!” he huffed, trying to push Abhishek away.

But Abhishek didn’t budge. Instead, he leaned in closer, his hands resting on either side of Mayank’s shoulders, trapping him. “Why are you so flustered, hmm? Have you been imagining things about me, Mayu?” he teased, his voice low and playful.

Mayank’s breath hitched, and he stammered, “I-I wasn’t imagining anything! Y-You’re the one acting weird!”

Abhishek tilted his head, his smirk softening into a genuine smile. “Weird, huh? Maybe. Or maybe I just wanted to see you up close. You look even cuter when you’re blushing.”

As Mayank tried to push past Abhishek, muttering, "Just take your towel and let me go," Abhishek suddenly leaned in and planted a quick, soft kiss on Mayank’s cheek.

Mayank froze, his eyes widening as his face turned an even deeper shade of red. “A-Abhi! What was that for?!” he stammered, his hand instinctively flying up to touch the spot where Abhishek’s lips had just been.

Abhishek again pinned Mayank against the door, leaning in to capture his lips in a hungry kiss. Mayank still embarrassed, but soon gave in, his arms wrapping around Abhishek's neck, pulling him closer. The kiss was urgent, filled with a mixture of desire and passion.

Abhishek's tongue delved deeper into Mayank's mouth, exploring him with an eagerness that mirrored their growing need. His hands roamed over Mayank's body, mapping out every contour of his skin. Mayank's hands clutching at Abhishek's shoulders.The kiss grew more intense, their breaths mingling, their bodies pressing against each other.

Despite his initial shyness, Mayank was finding it harder to resist Abhishek's advances. His body felt alive with sensation, every touch from Abhishek sending a shiver down his spine.

Mayank's eyes widened in panic as he felt Abhishek’s towel slipping dangerously low. Without thinking, he shoved Abhishek back against the door, muttering, "Get your towel sorted, idiot!" before stumbling out of the bathroom, his face flushed from both embarrassment and the lingering warmth of their second kiss.

Once outside, Mayank leaned against the wall, clutching his chest, his heart racing uncontrollably. His mind replayed the kiss, and his cheeks burned even hotter. It’s not like it’s the first time, he thought, but why does it feel like it is every time?!