Canvas of Love

Table Trouble

The sun shone high in the clear sky, its golden rays streaming down like ribbons of light. 

Though the day was bright, the air carried a soft, cool breeze, making the atmosphere both refreshing and comforting.

 It was the kind of morning that whispered of peace—a rare gift to those who knew how to cherish it.

Inside a small, cozy room, tucked away from the world's harsh stares and judgment, two boys lay entwined in each other's arms. 

For a moment, they seemed untouched by the outside world—no cruel whispers, no disapproving glances, just the quiet comfort of their shared existence.

Was it too much to ask? To live as they wanted, free from the constraints of society's expectations?

"Oye, uth ja, Kumbhkaran ke chhote bhai!" Abhishek grumbled, his voice still thick with sleep.

 The sun streamed through the hotel's sheer curtains, bathing the room in a soft, golden glow.

 Abhishek lazily stretched out across the luxurious bed before shifting closer to Mayank, who lay sprawled like a contented cat.

With a dramatic sigh, Abhishek leaned over and began raining playful punches on Mayank's chest. "I swear, you could sleep through an earthquake."

Mayank stirred, his brows furrowing as he mumbled something incoherent. Finally, he cracked one eye open and squinted at Abhishek. 

"Ahh, you're such a kharab insaan, bro." He complained, his voice low and groggy.

"Achha? Kharab insaan? Aur tu kya hai? Sleeping Beauty ka asli version?" Abhishek snorted, crossing his arms with mock indignation. 

His lips curled into a mischievous smile. 

Mayank chuckled, his laughter low and warm. 

He reached out to catch Abhishek's small fists in his hands, gently pulling them toward his lips. He pressed soft kisses onto each knuckle, his gaze soft and teasing. 

Abhishek huffed, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks, though he refused to admit defeat.

"Mayu, kitna soyega? Uth jaa na." He muttered, finally giving up and plopping his head into Mayank's lap.

Mayank smiled, his fingers instinctively threading through Abhishek's unruly hair. He toyed with the soft strands, brushing them away from Abhishek's forehead. 

"So, little alien, what's the grand plan for today?" He began, his tone light and amused.

Abhishek stretched his arms above his head and let out a dramatic yawn.

 "Hmmm... nothing major. Just teasing Ishan about his life choices, annoying Shubman until he explodes, and, you know, casually causing chaos." He ticked off each point on his fingers like they were items on a to-do list.

Mayank laughed, his shoulders shaking. "Wahhhh, kya rare plan hai. Bahut innovative hai."

Abhishek grinned up at him, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Of course. I'm nothing if not creative."

"You're also trouble, little alien." Mayank teased, tapping Abhishek's nose lightly.

"Trouble? That's such a mild word for me. Now let's go and create some chaos." Abhishek shot back, sitting up and crossing his legs on the bed like an eager child. 

Mayank shook his head, smiling fondly at Abhishek's endless energy. "I can't believe you woke me up for this."

"You're welcome! Now hurry up, slowpoke! The day won't conquer itself." Abhishek replied cheekily, leaning forward to plant a quick kiss on Mayank's cheek before darting off the bed.