What after That?

Ch 62.

"AHHHH, MUMMYYYYYYYY!"

Startled, Shubman instinctively screamed back, louder, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Ishan, even more terrified now, screamed again, "AHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Shubman, refusing to back down, screamed even harder, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Their ridiculous screaming match was abruptly interrupted by furious banging on the wall from the neighboring room.

"ABE! KON HAI BEHEN***D? SO NE DO!"

Both froze mid-scream, their breaths coming in sharp gasps. The room fell into silence, except for the muffled grumbles of their neighbor.

Shubman blinked, finally breaking the quiet. "Kya hua? "

Ishan, still clutching his chest, glared at him before slapping his arm. "Idiot! Tum kyun chillaye?"

Shubman frowned, rubbing the spot. "Kyunki tu chillaya! Par tu kyun chillaya?"

Ishan took a deep, calming breath, then snapped, "Aree, tum zameen pe aise bhoot ki tarah baithke ghooroge, toh kya main chillaaunga nahi?"

Shubman tilted his head, looking genuinely confused. "Main bhoot ki tarah? Arey main toh bas... tujhe dekh raha tha."

Ishan narrowed his eyes suspiciously, arms crossed, as he demanded, "Mere peeche kya dekh rahe the?"

Shubman froze like a deer caught in headlights.

His cheeks turned an alarming shade of pink as he shook his head violently. "Main? Main?!

Main kuch nahi dekh raha tha, I swear! Bas... bas... tere baal dekh raha tha!"

Ishan's face went from suspicion to mortified disbelief in two seconds flat.

His cheeks flushed as he pushed Shubman away like he was a germ. "Ewww! Chhii! Kitne gande ho tum!"

Shubman staggered back, hands raised defensively. "I swear maine nahi dekha kuchh bhi! Main bas—"

Before he could finish, a pillow came flying at his face with the precision of a guided missile.

THWACK!

Shubman stumbled back, clutching the pillow, as Ishan flopped back onto his bed, turning his back to him with a dramatic huff.

Still fuming, Ishan grabbed another pillow and firmly placed it over his bum, muttering curses under his breath. "Ghatiya insaan! Besharam! Kya samajhta hai apne aap ko!"

Shubman, now holding the offending pillow like a peace offering, pouted and whined, "Par maine sach mein kuchh nahi dekha aisa waisa! Main toh bas—"

"CHUP!" Ishan barked, cutting him off without even looking back.

Shubman sighed, scratching the back of his head, then muttered, "Bas baal hi toh dekh raha tha... achhe lag rahe the...."

Ishan grumbled louder, burying his face deeper into his own pillow. "Agar ek aur word bola na, toh pillow ki jagah chair phekunga!"

Shubman wisely shut up, finally flopping onto his bed with a defeated sigh. "Baal ache lag rahe the... kya bigaad diya maine..." he muttered to himself, while Ishan fumed on the other side of the room, muttering, "Paagal hai bilkul. Room partner nahi, behayaa aa gaya hai... "

" well.. you grew up.. a bit to Think Like that~~" Shubman muffled his chuckles.

" Shubman!! Mera dimaag apni Tarah mat karo! Just go to hell! "

" Are you coming ? " Shubman asked grinning.

" Haan tel mein to main hi talunga na.. "

" OH.. main to darr-"
Ishan got up from bed searching the nearest thing to throw.