Idiots In Love (2)

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Part 2
(sorry fir dealy)

(haa bhn tu aise bol rhi jaise meeting ke liye late hui hai pura din shirf oxygen waste karti alshi-)

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After hours of dancing, teasing, and nearly collapsing from exhaustion, Ishan and Shubman finally made it back to their apartment.

It was past midnight, but sleep? Who needs it when you have pizza, chips, and a list of comedy movies lined up?

So there they were wrapped in blankets, sprawled on the couch like lazy pandas, shoving food into their mouths, laughing so hard that their stomachs physically hurt.

Ishan : Bro-bro-STOP!

Ishan, clutching his stomach, unable to contain his laughter.

Ishan : Bhai-I swear, agar maine aur ek second hasa na, main saans lena bhool jaunga.

Shubman, trying (and failing) to stay serious, shook his head.

Shubman : Not my fault. Yeh scene hi aisa hai.

On-screen, a character had just tripped over a banana peel and flown into a dustbin.

That was it. Ishan LOST IT.

He burst out laughing so violently that he ended up hitting Shubman’s shoulder.

Shubman : STOP HITTING ME

Shubman yelped, shoving him back.

Ishan, still laughing, fell sideways onto the couch, his head almost landing on Shubman’s lap.

Ishan : Bhai, sorry

Ishan : par tu bhi dekh na ye scene!!

Shubman, trying to maintain his  ‘I’m serious’ reputation, held it in for exactly two seconds before he cracked a grin and started laughing too.

The two of them just sat there, laughing like absolute idiots, throwing chips at each other like children.

At one point, Ishan tried throwing a popcorn kernel at Shubman, but it accidentally hit his forehead instead.

Shubman paused, blinking.

Ishan froze.

And then, in slow motion, Shubman picked up a whole slice of pizza and smashed it onto Ishan’s face.

Ishan : BHAIIIIII

The room exploded into chaos.

Later at night, when finally their eyes started to falling then.
... The Little Spoon War Begins

They drag themselves to bed.

Or at least, they tried to.

As soon as they flopped onto the mattress, Shubman turned to Ishan, arms crossed, face serious.

Shubman : Listen. Pichle ek week se tu hi little spoon ban raha hai. Aaj main banoonga.

Ishan : Pehle bargain toh kar.

Shubman : Kya bargain?

Ishan  : poon banoonga, tab aaj tu ban sakta hai.

Shubman stared at him like he had grown two heads.

Shubman : You’re literally bargaining for cuddles??

Ishan, : Kya karu, aadat se majboor.

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