THEM 'Ishman'

Frosty Whirls

The snow fell in soft, fluffy flakes, blanketing the city in a glistening sheet of white. 

Everything outside looked magical, as though someone had sprinkled powdered sugar across the world.

Ishan was practically glued to the frosted window, his nose leaving little smudges on the glass.

 He gasped every few seconds, his breath fogging up the pane as he bounced on his toes, wrapped snugly in a rainbow scarf and a red beanie that made him look like a festive cupcake.

"Shubby! Look at this! It's so pretty. It's like we're living in a snow globe! Don't you think it's magical?" Ishan squealed, pointing at the snow-covered trees outside. 

Before Shubman could reply.

"It's like... it's like the city is wearing a wedding dress! Don't you think it's magical? Huh? Don't you?!" Ishan again squealed, turning to Shubman, his cheeks flushed from the warmth inside.

Shubman, seated calmly on the couch as he laced up his boots, looked up at Ishan with the softest smile. 

"It's magical, snowflake." He agreed, though his eyes lingered on Ishan far longer than they did on the snowy world outside. 

Wrapped in layers of mismatched color winter clothes and radiating his usual chaos, Ishan was the only magic Shubman cared about.

to be honest, his boyfriend looked like a bundle of chaos that had been stuffed into winter clothes.

And Shubman was utterly smitten. 

"But if we don't leave now, your magical snacks are going to disappear. Grocery stores don't stay open for puffball cyclone, you know." Shubman added with a teasing smirk.

Ishan whipped around dramatically, clutching his chest as though Shubman's words had physically struck him. 

"Shubman Gill! Are you threatening my snacks? Do you want me to faint right here? Huh? What would you do then?!"

Shubman chuckled as he stood, grabbing their coats. "Come on, you little snow gremlin. Let's go before the snow piles up too high, and I have to dig you out like a little snowball."

Outside, the air was crisp and chilly, but that didn't stop Ishan from flinging his arms out and spinning in circles as the snowflakes fell on his cheeks and lashes.

"I'm Elsa! The snow queen!" He declared, twirling in circles and nearly losing his balance. 

"Let it gooo, let it gooo—"

"I think Elsa wore a gown, not a puffy jacket." Shubman teased, grabbing Ishan's arm before he could slip.

"You are more like Olaf, baby." Shubman added, his smirk widening as Ishan puffed out his cheeks in a pout.

"Excuse you! I am not Olaf. I am the Winter King. And as your king, I command you to carry me to the store!" Ishan shot back, crossing his arms with an exaggerated huff.

Shubman raised an eyebrow but didn't protest. 

Instead, he scooped Ishan up effortlessly, cradling him against his chest. 

Ishan yelped in surprise, wrapping his arms around Shubman's neck.

"Shubby! I was kidding! You're too strong for your own good." He giggled, though he didn't seem to mind being carried.

"Maybe you're just too small. You weigh less than the grocery bags I'll be carrying back." Shubman said, smirking as he pressed a loud kiss to Ishan's cheek, making him squeal.