Drawn to trouble. ( Ishman FF)

Chapter 34

As Ishan and Shubman were hugging, Shubman suddenly picked Ishan up in a bridal style and carried him to the bed. Ishan’s cheeks flushed. “Shubman, put me down!”

Shubman smirked as he gently placed Ishan on the bed and lay down beside him, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Not until I get my cuddles,” he teased.

Ishan squirmed slightly, his blush deepening. “I still need to change my clothes,” he said shyly, trying to escape his boyfriend’s grip.

But Shubman, ever the tease, grinned mischievously. “Need help with that, babe?”

Ishan’s eyes widened, and he lightly smacked Shubman’s arm. “Stop saying such things!” he exclaimed, his voice a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

Chuckling softly, Shubman loosened his hold, letting Ishan sit up. “Alright, go change. But don’t take too long. I’ll be waiting for my cuddle session.”

Ishan quickly got up, still flustered, and grabbed his nightwear. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, heading to the bathroom, but the small smile on his face betrayed how much he adored Shubman’s playful antics.

Shubman leaned back on the bed, watching him disappear into the bathroom.

Shubman was lying on his bed, propped up against the pillows, absently scrolling through his phone. He looks up when he hears the bathroom door opening and sees Ishan emerge, having changed into a soft, silky nightdress.

With a smile, he beckons Ishan over, patting the spot next to him. "Come here, baby. I've been waiting."

Ishan blushes slightly at Shubman's words, but he shyly makes his way over to the bed. He crawls onto the bed and snuggles up next to Shubman, who immediately wraps his arms around his boyfriend's slim form.

Shubman pulls Ishan close to his chest, enjoying the feel of Ishan's body pressed against his. He buries his face in Ishan's hair, inhaling the sweet scent of his shampoo.

As they lay cuddling, Shubman stroked Ishan's back lazily, a small smile playing on his lips. “Tomorrow’s the last day of the trip,” he said, his voice soft yet teasing.

Ishan let out a small sigh. “I’ll miss this place. It’s been so nice,” he replied, his tone tinged with melancholy.

Shubman smirked, pulling Ishan closer. “Don’t worry, babe. We’ll come back here for our honeymoon,” he teased, his voice dripping with mischief.

Ishan absentmindedly nodded, but a second later, his eyes widened as the words sank in. His cheeks flushed a deep red, and he buried his face in Shubman’s chest in embarrassment. “Shubman!” he mumbled, his voice muffled against Shubman’s skin.

Shubman chuckled at his reaction, his heart swelling at how adorably shy Ishan looked. “You’re so cute when you’re like this,” he said fondly, lifting Ishan’s face gently. Without giving Ishan a chance to protest, he began peppering kisses all over his flushed face—on his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, his lips.

“Shubman, stop it!” Ishan protested, though his giggles betrayed how much he was enjoying the attention.

“Never,” Shubman replied with a grin, holding Ishan tighter. “You’re mine to tease and love.”

Ishan shook his head but smiled softly, As Shubman pulled Ishan even closer, a mischievous smirk spread across his face. He began, his voice low and teasing, “Agar sirf suhagraat ki baat sun kar hi tum itne shrama rahe ho pata nahi suhagraat Mai tum kya karo ge............ vese karna to sab mujhe hi hai phir bhi.”

Ishan’s eyes widened, and his face turned crimson in an instant. He tried to pull away from Shubman, mumbling, “Shubman, ye kya bol rahe ho!”

But Shubman only tightened his hold, his smirk growing. “I’m just curious, babe. Are you going to hide under the blanket the whole time?” he teased, chuckling at Ishan’s flustered state.