Ishan Kishan a passionate and innocent art teacher, is thrilled to start his new job at a prestigious college but what happens when the college's bad boy decides to trouble him.
First time writing a ff so ignore the mistakes and enjoy the story.
The next morning,Shubman stepped out of the bathroom, his wet hair tousled and water droplets gliding down his toned chest. His towel hung loosely around his waist as he stopped in his tracks, his eyes narrowing at Ishan, who was adjusting his shirt and shorts in front of the mirror.
*Ishan's outfit*
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"Seriously? That’s what you’re wearing?" Shubman asked, pointing at Ishan’s shorts with a scowl.
Ishan turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. "What’s wrong with it? It’s a beach outfit, Shubman."
Shubman crossed his arms, water still dripping off him, and muttered, "It’s too short,Don’t you have anything else?"
Ishan paused, giving Shubman an exasperated look. "What else am I supposed to wear, Shubman? A sweater?"
Without missing a beat, Shubman’s expression turned hopeful. "You brought a sweater?"
Ishan groaned, shaking his head in disbelief. "Shubman, it was sarcasm! Who wears a sweater to the beach?"
Shubman crossed his arms, his damp muscles flexing slightly as he stood there, still scowling. "I don’t care. These shorts are way too short. Everyone will be looking at your legs."
Ishan raised an eyebrow, trying his best not to let his eyes wander to Shubman’s ridiculously attractive form. "It’s a beach, Shubman. People wear shorts, sometimes even shorter ones. Stop being so dramatic."
Shubman took a step closer, his voice low and teasing. "I’m not dramatic. I’m just possessive."
Ishan rolled his eyes again, trying to hide the blush creeping up his neck. "You can’t tell me what to wear."
Shubman smirked, leaning closer. "I’m not telling you what to wear. I’m just suggesting that you avoid giving anyone else a reason to stare at my boyfriend."
Ishan groaned, throwing his hands up in frustration. "Shubman, stop being ridiculous! I’m wearing this, and that’s final."
Shubman smirked and leaned against the doorframe, the towel dangerously low on his hips. "Fine, wear it. But don’t blame me if I spend the entire day glaring at anyone who so much as glances at you."
"You’re impossible," Ishan muttered, shaking his head as he grabbed his bag.
Shubman grinned, taking a step closer. "And you’re adorable when you’re annoyed."
Ishan shot him a look, blushing slightly, before turning to leave. "I’m not dealing with this right now."
As Ishan exited the room, Shubman chuckled to himself, muttering under his breath, "Those shorts are going to be the death of me."
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Shubman, dressed in a stylish beach shirt and matching shorts, descended the stairs with his usual confident stride.
