Heyyyyyyy!!!!!
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Prettiest dream of mine.
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The clock struck 11 PM, and Ishan was lying on the massive bed, wrapped in a fluffy blanket, scrolling through his phone.
The mansion was silent, except for the ticking of the clock and the occasional rustling of the curtains from the cool night breeze.
Perfect.
Shubman hadn’t returned to their bedroom yet.
Maybe he had some mafia business to handle.
Or maybe he finally decided to let him sleep in peace.
Just as he relaxed, the door creaked open.
Ishan froze.
Footsteps echoed in the dimly lit room as Shubman entered, shirt unbuttoned at the top, sleeves rolled up, and a smirk already playing on his lips.
Danger. Danger. DANGER.
Ishan quickly pulled the blanket over himself, trying to act casual.
Ishan : What—what are you smirking at?!!
Shubman didn’t reply.
He just locked the door.
Ishan : W-Why are you locking the door?! WHAT KIND OF PUNISHMENT WERE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!
Shubman : Oh? You actually remembered that?
Ishan : NO. I—I DON'T REMEMBER ANYTHING! AND I DON’T WANT TO KNOW!
Shubman chuckled, moving closer.
Shubman : Too bad, wifey. I do.
Ishan scrambled back, pressing himself against the headboard.
Ishan : LISTEN. We are a civilized couple. We can discuss this like mature adults. No need for-
Before he could finish, Shubman yanked the blanket off him, trapping him between his arms.
Ishan stiffened.
Shubman leaned in, lips grazing Ishan’s ear as he whispered,
Shubman :Mature adults? You, my dear troublemaker, ran from me all morning like a brat. Mature adults don’t do that.
Ishan : I—It was just exercise! You should be grateful that I’m keeping myself fit
Shubman : Oh, but you already have a perfect body, love.
His hand traced down Ishan’s arm slowly, deliberately.
Ishan :STOP IT, YOU PERVERTED MAFIA BOSS
Shubman : Did you really think you could escape after teasing me all day?
Ishan : I teased you?! WHEN?!!!
Shubman tsked, running a finger along Ishan’s jaw.
Shubman : That little chase? That pout? That blush? That adorable little glare? You tempt me every single day, jaan. And then you run?
Ishan : I-THAT WASN’T FLIRTING! THAT WAS HATING YOU
Shubman : Sure, sweetheart. If that helps you sleep at night
Ishan : IT DOES
Shubman : You’re too cute when you’re mad. It almost makes me want to-
Ishan : NOPE! STOP RIGHT THERE! I KNOW THAT LOOK!
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𐙚Ishman Melodies
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