What after That?

Ch 67.

After pulling, pushing, and literally dragging Shubman from every possible angle, Ishan finally managed to get him out of the dorm room.

“Tum na… ekdum ziddi ho!” Ishan huffed, straightening his shirt after all the effort.

Shubman smirked lazily, hands in his pockets. “Aur tu ekdum cute… ,” he teased.

Ishan shot him a glare before storming ahead, leaving Shubman to chuckle behind him.

As they walked back to the party, the sound of music and laughter filled the air.

Aarav, who had been anxiously waiting near the entrance, spotted them and immediately ran over.

His eyes flickered between Ishan’s slightly flushed face and Shubman’s smug expression.

“K-kuchh hua toh nahi na?!” Aarav blurted out, clearly nervous.

Ishan narrowed his eyes. “Kya matlab ‘hua toh nahi’? "

Aarav scratched the back of his head. “W-well… tum dono kaafi time se gayab the aur… main bas…”

Shubman leaned in slightly, smirking. “Aarav… tujhe bahut zyada curiosity hai.”

Aarav immediately backed off, hands in the air. “Nahi nahi! Mujhe kuchh bhi nahi jaana!!”

Ishan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “kuchh kaam tha buss...”

" Kiss kaam tha buss- " Shubman whispered.

Ishan turned red. “SHUBMAN!!”

Shubman just laughed as they finally stepped back into the buzzing party.

Aarav was right, something was cooking behind. They were not just friendly close.. they were..

Romantically close and perfect.

As soon as Shubman stepped back into the party, he was immediately called onto the stage for some announcement or another.

But even while standing there, nodding at the host’s words, his eyes never left Ishan—watching the way he subtly smoothed his sleeves, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, the way he laughed at Aarav’s joke but glanced toward Shubman every few seconds.

Shubman smirked. Cute.

But then—

“SHUBMAN

DIVYA!!!”

The entire crowd erupted into cheers, chanting their names.

“DANCE! DANCE! DANCE!”

Shubman groaned internally. He knew exactly why they were hyped—he and Divya had been winning college dance competitions. It was expected. But now, with Ishan watching? Yeah, he was doomed.

He threw a quick glance at Ishan, who smiled at him, but Shubman could tell—it was his fake, polite smile.

His lips pressed together just a little too tightly, and there was that little twitch of his nose.

He was this close to pouting.

Shit. He’s mad.

Shubman was about to fake collapse, maybe act like he passed out to escape this, but before he could—

Divya grabbed his hand.

“On public demand~” she said, grinning, as the crowd cheered louder.

The song started.

Aisi kaisi boli tere naino ne boli
Jaane kyon main doli
Aisa lage teri ho li main, tu mera..

Divya moved fluidly, her hands tracing elegant circles in the air as she twirled around him. Shubman forced a smile, his body automatically falling into the familiar steps.