Drawn to trouble. ( Ishman FF)

Chapter 35

As everyone boarded the bus to head back home, the mood was bittersweet. The students, who had been laughing and enjoying themselves throughout the trip, now sat with a sense of melancholy. Even Ishan, who had initially been hesitant about coming, felt a pang of sadness. This trip had turned out to be more memorable than he could have imagined.

Once everyone was settled, Rohit stood at the front of the bus, smiling warmly at the group. “Alright, everyone,” he began, his voice carrying over the low hum of the bus engine. “I just want to take a moment to say how this trip was a huge success because of how well-behaved and enthusiastic you all were. You’ve made some great memories, and I hope you’ll cherish them for a long time.”

The students cheered, clapping and whistling in response. Rohit chuckled and continued, “I know it’s hard to say goodbye to such an amazing experience, but remember, the best part of memories is that they stay with us, no matter where we go.”

Virat, sitting beside Rohit, added with a grin, “And let’s not forget, we’ve got plenty of photos and videos to relive these moments!”

The students laughed, and a few shouted, “Thank you, sir!” Others began to exchange stories about their favorite parts of the trip, from the beach games to the horror movie night.

Ishan sat quietly, looking out the window, lost in thought. Shubman, sitting beside him, nudged his shoulder gently. “What’s with that long face, babe?” he teased softly. “Missing Goa already?”

Ishan glanced at him and smiled faintly. “Maybe a little,” he admitted. “This trip was... special.”

Shubman grinned. “Don’t worry. There’s always next time. I’ll make sure we have an even better adventure.”

Ishan blushed at the implication but said nothing, his heart feeling lighter. He looked around at the students, who were now laughing and chatting animatedly, and realized just how much this trip had brought everyone closer.

As the bus started moving, the chatter grew louder, filled with excitement and nostalgia. While the destination might be home, the memories they’d made on this journey were sure to last a lifetime.

The bus pulled into the school parking lot, and one by one, the students said their goodbyes, gathering their bags and belongings. As the last student left, the trio of teachers—Virat, Rohit, and Ishan—let out a collective sigh of relief, leaning back against the seats.

“Well, that was something,” Virat said, stretching his arms. “Amazing trip, but I’m ready for a long nap.”

Rohit chuckled, brushing his hand through his hair. “Same here. I think I’ll need a week to recover from all the chaos.”

Ishan smiled softly, though exhaustion was evident in his eyes. “It was worth it, though. They’ll remember this for the rest of their lives.”

As they stepped off the bus and onto the pavement, Virat noticed a familiar car pulling up to the school gate. He squinted, recognizing Shubman’s sleek vehicle. With a teasing grin, he turned to Ishan. “Looks like someone’s got a chauffeur. What’s the deal, sir?”

Ishan blushed lightly but maintained his composure. “Since his house is on the way, I asked Shubman to drop me off. It’s easier than waiting for a cab.”

“Alright, alright. Makes sense. You two enjoy the ride,” Virat said, patting Ishan’s shoulder.

“See you both tomorrow,” Ishan said, waving at them.

Virat and Rohit exchanged a glance before bidding Ishan goodbye as they walked to their respective cars.

Ishan approached Shubman’s car, feeling his cheeks warm under the younger man’s gaze. Shubman leaned casually against the driver’s side, sunglasses perched on his nose, looking as relaxed and confident as ever.