Grumpy×sunshine
Mr. Perfect× Mr. Troublemaker
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Ishan Kishan was a menace.
Not in the criminal sense, but in the "I will give you a headache before breakfast" sense.
He was sunshine wrapped in pure chaos, with a touch of sass that could leave people questioning their life choices.
And Shubman Gill?
He was stoic, cold, and dangerously elegant.
A man who spoke only when necessary and carried himself with the kind of gentlemanly grace that made people respect him.
Which is exactly why he was cursed with the job of being Ishan's bodyguard.
Ishan : Shubman, mujhe ice cream chahiye.
Ishan stood in front of his bodyguard, arms crossed, looking up at him with his big, pleading eyes.
His fluffy hair was slightly messy, and he was wearing a bright yellow hoodie that made him look even more like a human sunshine.
Shubman, dressed in his usual black suit, looked down at him with the same blank expression he always had.
"No."
Ishan gasped dramatically, clutching his chest like Shubman had just stabbed him.
Ishan : How dare you? You monster! What kind of bodyguard denies his innocent, adorable client ice cream?
Shubman : The kind who knows that you've already had two today and that you'll get a sore throat and complain all night. And then, I will have to deal with it.
Ishan pouted, stepping even closer, now almost leaning against Shubman's chest.
Ishan : Acha? And what if I run away? Kya karoge?
Shubman : I'll find you in five minutes. Three, if you're wearing that ridiculous hoodie.
Ishan : Are you grumpy 24/7?
Shubman : Are you annoying 24/7?
Ishan huffed, poking his chest.
Ishan : Tch. You're no fun. Kitna boring aadmi ho tum, Shub.
Shubman's jaw twitched at the nickname.
Shubman : Mr. Gill for you.
Ishan : Oho, Mr. Gill, so formal. But tell me something... do you ever smile? Ya bachapan mein koi aake chhura ghusa gaya tha dil mein?
Shubman : Mujhe kaam karne doge ya nahi?
Ishan : Not until you buy me ice cream.
Shubman looked down at the mischievous brat clinging to his sleeve and sighed.
Shubman : Fine. One scoop. And then, no more drama.
Ishan :YES! I love you, Mr. Gill!
Shubman : I'll pretend I didn't hear that.
Later that evening, Shubman followed Ishan into a high-profile event.
As usual, Ishan was buzzing with excitement while Shubman remained a silent figure behind him.
Ishan grabbed a glass of juice from the waiter and turned to Shubman.
Ishan : You know, tumhe bhi enjoy karna chahiye. Har waqt robot ki tarah mat khade raho.
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