Canvas of Love

Where are they?!

"It's been two hours since we've seen them. Where could they be?" Rahul asked, standing in the parking lot with the others, his eyes glued to his phone screen as he scrolled through it for the umpteenth time.

"They're not even picking up the calls." Rohit muttered, calling Shubman's number again. 

His frustration was evident as the call didn't connect, and he let out a frustrated sigh, pushing his phone back into his pocket.

"Ishan's drunk, and Shubman's sober. Things could be very unpredictable." Virat commented, shaking his head in disbelief and mischief.

"Romance is the second thing between them. I'm just afraid they'll end up murdering each other before we even get to witness the romance." Mayank added, his face serious for a moment before he smirked.

"They've always been the white and yellow. One like the soft and bright sun, and the other like the cold and lonely moon." Hardik said, his voice soft, almost like he was reciting a line from a poem but dramatically.

"From Shubman mentally preparing for Ishan's murder to stealing glances at him when Ishan's smiling... We all know Shubman has something for Ishan, he just doesn't have the courage to let it out." Rahul said, leaning against the car with a sigh, as if he'd figured everything out long ago.

They all piled into one car, a mix of concern and amusement painting their faces.

"That so-called ice prince is melting under the sunshine." Abhishek giggled, his voice light with mischief. 

The others chuckled along, their moods lifting despite their concern for the pair.

"Let me call Siraj and ask if Ishan and Shubman made it to the hotel." Rohit said, his voice calm but with a tinge of impatience. 

The others nodded in agreement, and Rohit dialed Siraj's number. 

The phone rang for a while before Siraj answered, sounding groggy and half-asleep.

"Rohit? What's up?" Siraj's voice was thick with sleep, and he groaned as if trying to shake off the haze of his slumber.

"Where are Ishan and Shubman? We can't find them." Rohit asked, his patience running thin as he exchanged a glance with the others.

After a few moments of groaning and muttering about his sleep, Siraj finally woke up enough to check.

He shuffled out of bed, rubbing his eyes before heading to Ishan and Shubman's rooms. When he came back, his voice was laced with confusion.

"They're not in their rooms, no sign of them anywhere. Maybe they've vanished—or perhaps they're making a generous donation to Ritesh Agarwal's business." Siraj reported, a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

 His quip drew uneasy glances from some and stifled chuckles from others, breaking the tension in the group.

"Where are they now?" Rohit said, his voice edging into frustration as he looked at the others, a hint of panic creeping in.

"Wow, Shubman's phone is off now. How romantic." Rahul muttered sarcastically, a smirk on his lips despite the tension.

The others exchanged glances, some stifling laughs, while others let out sighs of disbelief.

"Guys, I think we should buy kurtas now." Abhishek suddenly chimed in, his eyes glinting mischievously as he spoke, his voice light and carefree despite the situation.

"For what?" Rahul raised an eyebrow, not following Abhishek's line of thinking.

"There are only two colors now. White or red." Hardik said with a grin, the suggestion causing everyone to stop and glance at him with interest.