THEM 'Ishman'

Sinful Heaven (2)

The last update of this year... T3T

You guys are the most precious people I found this year. Each one of you is so important to mehh.... <3

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"Stand up! We're done here." Ishan ordered, ignoring the comment.

He rose from his chair, grabbing the cuffs connected to Shubman's wrists.

Shubman complied, standing to his full height. He towered over Ishan by a few inches, his presence overwhelming even in chains. 

As Ishan led him toward the door, the tension in the air thickened. The walk to the lockup was silent but charged, each step echoing with an unspoken challenge.

The corridor was silent, save for the soft echo of their footsteps as Ishan led Shubman to the lock-up. Ishan's grip on Shubman's arm was firm but controlled, his eyes sharp, focused on his task. 

He wasn't supposed to let anything distract him. 

But with Shubman beside him, it was impossible to ignore the tension that simmered between them—an electric charge in the air that made every second feel unbearable.

Shubman, for his part, walked with maddening ease, as if he were a guest being escorted to a five-star suite instead of a cell.

"You're surprisingly quiet. Running out of lines, Mr. Gill?" Ishan remarked, not bothering to hide the sarcasm.

"Oh, I have plenty. I'm just saving them for the right moment." Shubman replied smoothly.

Ishan rolled his eyes and tightened his grip. "Save it for your lawyer."

"You know, there's something exhilarating about being at your mercy. Makes me wonder what you're like when you're not playing by the rules." Shubman said, his voice low and intimate,

Ishan didn't dignify the comment with a response, but his jaw tightened, betraying the effort it took to stay unaffected.

"Silent treatment? Come on, Senorita. Don't tell me you haven't thought about it. What it would feel like to let go for just one moment." Shubman continued, his tone laced with amusement.

Ishan stopped abruptly, turning to face Shubman with a glare sharp enough to cut through steel. "Do you ever stop talking?"

Shubman stepped closer, his chains rattling softly. 

His gaze bore into Ishan's, filled with heat and something primal. "Not when the conversation and the person is this interesting.........and hot."

For a moment, they stood there, inches apart. The air between them crackled with tension, the kind that could either ignite into flames or shatter into pieces. 

Ishan's eyes flicked to the lockup door, and he took a step back, regaining his composure.

"Move!" He ordered, his voice cold and clipped.

Shubman smirked but obeyed, walking ahead of him. 

As they reached the lockup, Ishan unlocked the heavy steel door and gestured for Shubman to step inside. But just as Shubman crossed the threshold, he turned abruptly, his movements swift and decisive.

Before Ishan could react, Shubman grabbed him by the wrist and spun him around, pinning him against the cold steel gate with a force that stole Ishan's breath with lightning speed. 

Shubman's body was pressed against his, trapping him.

The cold metal pressed against Ishan's back, but Shubman's hand cradled the back of his head, preventing it from hitting the hard surface.