THEM 'Ishman'

Peck-Seeking Puppy

Guess who is back with more chaptersssss..... *mwahh mwahh*

I LUB UH, DARLINGS...! <3

A pecky and long chapter as a small gift for '49 FOLLOWERS'.... T-T

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It all started with a single peck.

It started as a simple thank-you kiss.

An innocent, thoughtless peck on the cheek—a spur-of-the-moment, nothing-special kind of peck—that Ishan placed on Shubman.

Nothing dramatic.

Nothing special.

Just a soft, fleeting peck.

And it ruined Shubman's life.

Because that single tiny peck ignited something inside him—a craving, a hunger—that he couldn't explain.

And the worst part?

Ishan had no idea what he had done.

But let's rewind.

The Incident.

That Started It All.

The first time, it had been pure coincidence.

Ishan was lazy.

This was not news.

If something required even the slightest bit of effort, chances were high that Ishan would simply bat his lashes, pout adorably, and convince someone else to do it for him.

And nine times out of ten?

That someone else was Shubman Gill.

Like that one fateful evening when Ishan was curled up on the couch, wearing Shubman's hoodie (even though he had his own), scrolling mindlessly through his phone.

Ishan had been too lazy to get his own water.

Shubman, on the other hand, was peacefully drinking tea, unaware that his life was about to change forever.

"Shubby..." Ishan called sweetly.

Shubman, immediately suspicious, looked up. "What?"

Ishan sighed dramatically. "I'm so thirsty."

Shubman stared at him. "And?"

Ishan pouted. "And I want water."

"You have legs."

Ishan huffed. "And I have a very heavy heart right now. Too heavy to move."

Shubman rolled his eyes. "Ishan—"

Ishan grabbed his hand. "Shubu. Do you want me to dehydrate? Do you want me to shrivel up and perish? Don't you love your small, tiny, cute, adorable baby?"

Shubman groaned but got up anyway. "One day, I'm going to say no, and you're going to die of shock."

Ishan beamed in victory. "Love you~"

Then, Shubman—out of pure habit—fetched it for him.

Shubman returned a few moments later, grumbling, and handed Ishan the glass of water.

And then—it happened.

Ishan, so happy with his successful manipulation, grinned up at Shubman... and, without thinking, placed a tiny peck on his husband's cheek.

"Thank you, Shubu~"

A quick, soft peck.

Nothing dramatic.