Drawn to trouble. ( Ishman FF)

Chapter 44

In the morning,Ishan quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Shubman, who was still in a deep, peaceful sleep. He smiled softly as he watched his boyfriend for a moment, admiring how calm and serene Shubman looked when he wasn't teasing or smirking.

Shaking his head at how effortlessly handsome Shubman was, Ishan grabbed his towel and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. The warm water cascaded down, and as he showered, Ishan's thoughts kept drifting back to the previous night-the intimate moments, the affectionate moments, Shubman's heartfelt words, and how he always managed to make Ishan feel so cherished.

Ishan stepped out of the bathroom, steam following him as droplets of water clung to his freshly showered skin. The towel around his waist sat low, revealing his slim yet toned figure, and the other towel hung loosely around his neck, catching stray droplets from his wet hair. His damp strands clung to his forehead, framing his face in a way that made him look effortlessly enchanting.

Unaware of the eyes watching him, Ishan made his way to the wardrobe, quietly searching for clothes.

Shubman, who had just woken up, blinked a few times, ensuring he wasn't dreaming. His gaze fell on Ishan, taking in the scene before him, and a soft smirk formed on his lips.

"Ishu," Shubman called out in a raspy, sleepy voice, startling Ishan, who spun around to face him, his cheeks instantly flushing.

"Y-you're awake?" Ishan stammered, clutching the towel tighter around his waist.

Shubman sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes but never breaking his gaze from Ishan. "If I woke up to this sight every day, I wouldn't mind mornings so much," he teased, his voice dripping with admiration.

"Just... go back to sleep!" Ishan squeaked, his face turning crimson as he quickly turned back to the wardrobe, fumbling for his clothes.

Shubman chuckled, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
"You're stunning,Ishu, how can I sleep when my boyfriend is walking around looking like he just stepped out of a dream?" He got up, stretching slightly, and walked closer to Ishan.

Walking up behind Ishan quietly. Before Ishan could react, Shubman wrapped his arms around his bare waist, resting his chin on Ishan's damp shoulder.

"I'll pick the clothes for you!"
Shubman says with childlike enthusiasm,and Ishan nods in agreement, allowing him to choose the outfit. Shubman starts to fumble in the closet and takes out the clothes.

Ishan's eyes widen as he looks at the revealing outfit picked out by Shubman. He blushes, his cheeks heating up as he tries to protest, "These... these clothes are-"

Shubman finishes the sentence for him, saying with a wink, "Very sexy!."

Ishan's heart raced, and he whispered, "You're impossible..."

"And you're perfect," Shubman replied, tightening his hold for a moment before stepping back. "Now hurry up and get dressed before I decide to keep you in just that towel all day.......or without that towel."

Ishan eyes widened, his blush deepening.

As Shubman was going to take a bath, without warning, Shubman suddenly reaches out and pulls the towel that was around Ishan's neck, catching the towel. Ishan gasps in surprise, exposed before him with just the towel around his waist. He blushes furiously, his eyes widening at the sudden action.

"Shubi!",Shubman grins mischievously as he hears Ishan's squeak of protest, and quickly adds, "Relax, you should be thankful! Otherwise I was planning to pull the other towel!" With a smirk, he quickly makes his way to the bathroom. Ishan is left standing there, flustered.