Idiots In Love (3)

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The silence stretched too long... long enough for Shubman’s heart to start sinking.

Ishan wasn’t saying anything.

No teasing.

No sarcastic comeback.

Just… staring at him like he had grown two heads.

Shubman felt his stomach twist. Maybe this was a mistake.

Maybe he should have...

Ishan : I don’t love you.

Shubman’s breath hitched.

Ishan’s voice was soft, hesitant. But his words?

They hurt.

A weird, sinking feeling settled in Shubman’s chest, but before he could even react.

Ishan : Yet.

Shubman’s head snapped up.

Ishan was biting his lip, fidgeting with his fingers.

Ishan : I don’t love you… yet.

Ishan : But

He sighed, running a frustrated hand through his messy hair.

Ishan : But I think I might. Someday....

Shubman stared.

His heart, which had been free-falling, suddenly paused midair.

It wasn’t a ‘yes.’

But it wasn’t a ‘no’ either.

Ishan : I just need time

Ishan admitted, looking a little lost.

Ishan : Because... this is new. And I’m dumb as hell when it comes to feelings.... Yk..

Shubman : Yeah, no kidding.

Ishan : Bro, I’m trying to be emotional here, and tu sarcastic ho raha hai?!!

Shubman : t’s called balance.

Ishan : Kuch zyada hi balance ho raha hai.

Shubman : Well, what else do you expect from Mr. Perfect?

Ishan rolled his eyes so hard!

After the emotional chaos, they did what they always did best.

Ate pizza, binge-watched movies, and laughed like absolute idiots.

At one point, Ishan laughed so hard, he nearly fell off the couch, only for Shubman to grab him by the hoodie and pull him back.

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