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 day, Ishan wore a cute beach outfit-a light shirt and matching shorts that showed off his slender legs, his shirt left slightly unbuttoned complemented his slim figure. His soft hair swayed lightly in the breeze, and his doe-like eyes sparkled due to the sunlight from the window as he adjusted the strap of the small bag slung over his shoulder. He looked effortlessly adorable, his cheeks already a soft pink hue as he adjusted the hem of his shirt.
*Ishan's outfit*
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Shubman, leaning against the doorframe, couldn't take his eyes off his boyfriend. His gaze lingered on Ishan's every movement, a mix of admiration and affection filling his eyes.
Ishan, oblivious to the attention, was busy making sure he hadn't forgotten anything. He muttered softly to himself, checking his bag one last time.
Shubman finally approached, his voice teasing but his tone warm. "Did you wake up this morning with the intention of driving me crazy, or is this just natural talent?"
Ishan looked up at Shubman, his cheeks already turning a light shade of pink. "What are you talking about now, Shubman?" he asked, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably as his shy demeanor betrayed him.
"You," Shubman said without hesitation, his eyes fixed on Ishan. "You look... well, too cute for your own good."
Ishan's blush deepened as he avoided Shubman's gaze, fiddling with the strap of his bag. "Stop saying such things! Let's go downstairs before we're late," he said, his voice soft yet flustered.
But before Ishan could take a step toward the door, Shubman closed the distance between them in one smooth motion. He wrapped his strong arms around Ishan's slim waist, pulling him closer. Ishan gasped slightly, looking up at Shubman, his wide doe eyes filled with surprise.
"Not so fast," Shubman murmured, his voice low and teasing. "I think I deserve a kiss before we go."
Ishan's lips parted in shock, his face turning crimson. "W-what? Shubman, no! We'll be late-"
Shubman pouts and refuses to let Ishan go. He tightens his grip around Ishan's waist, pulling him even closer.
Shubman tilted his head, his expression playful. "We're not leaving this room until I get my good morning kiss, baby. Rules are rules. It's only going to take a few seconds. You can do that for your boyfriend, right?"
Ishan, still blushing and shy, agrees to give Shubman a cheek kiss. He stands on his tip toes, preparing to press his lips to Shubman's cheek.
But before he can do so, Shubman swoops in, catching Ishan's lips with his own catching Ishan off guard.
Shubman cups Ishan's chin in his one hand, tilting his head. Shubman captures Ishan's lips in a gentle, but firm kiss. His tongue teases against Ishan's lips, coaxing them to part further, and he slides his hand up to tangle in Ishan's hair.
