A random 3 am chapter... (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ
Mmm... also, I can't wait to write something and upload it, as I am very, very, and very thankful to you guys for 55 FOLLOWERS T-T
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The gang? Enjoying their meal in peace.
Shubman? Smug and relaxed.
Ishan? FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE.
And then—the fight of the century began.
It all started because Ishan, with zero shame and infinite audacity, reached over and stole one of Shubman's fries.
Not just any fry.
The crispiest, golden, perfectly seasoned fry sitting right at the top of the pile, shining under the restaurant lights like a trophy.
Shubman's eye twitched.
His entire body stilled.
"Ishan." His voice was deadly calm, his fingers tightening around his fork.
Ishan, chewing happily, blinking innocently.
"Huh?"
"Did you just steal my fry?"
"Nooo." Ishan said, still chewing, crumbs on his lips, not a single ounce of remorse in his eyes.
The gang, watching in absolute horror, already mourning their friend's fate:
"Oh, he's dead."
"Nice knowing him."
"We should start planning the funeral."
"So, what color are you wearing?"
"I was thinking all black. Classy, respectable."
"Is a red shirt with green pants allowed?"
"Ew, absolutely not. That's a fashion crime."
"I'm going with a white shirt and black pants. Simple yet elegant."
"Ezz, Shah Rukh Khan from Ghatkopar funeral edition."
"Oh my gawd!"
Shubman leaned in, voice dangerously low, eyes dark with betrayal.
"Chote chuhe. You just ate my fry."
Ishan, unfazed, casually pointed at the plate.
"There's literally so many! It's just one!"
Shubman's jaw clenched. "THAT WAS MY FAVORITE ONE!"
"HOW CAN YOU EVEN HAVE A FAVORITE FRY?!"
"BECAUSE I DO! AND YOU ATE IT!"
Ishan rolled his eyes, exasperated.
"You're so dramatic! It's just a fry! Here, take another one!" He grabbed a limp, soggy fry and held it out like a peace offering.
Shubman recoiled in disgust.
"Oh, so now you're offering me leftovers? LEFTOVER SOGGY TRASH?"
Ishan, now just as dramatic, "I WILL THROW THIS FRY AT YOUR FACE!"
Shubman smirked. "I DARE YOU, YOU PRETTY PIG."
The gang?
Absolutely invested.
"This is better than Netflix."
"Should we be recording?"
"No, we must respect the sacredness of the moment."
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THEM 'Ishman'
FanfictionHieee to all dear sweet potatoes there.. Here, I am with another book of mine, yours, and our beloved 'Ishman'. This book is just going to contain love and peace, not a mature scene but I can't take the guarantee as this is Ishman there would be lit...
