Drawn to trouble. ( Ishman FF)

~Chapter 47~

Ishan woke up first, feeling unusually warm and trapped. As he tried to move, he realized why-Shubman was nuzzled into his neck, arms locked around his waist like a vice, refusing to let go.

Ishan sighed, trying to pry Shubman off. "Shub, wake up..." He whispered, shaking him gently.

Shubman just groaned in response, burying his face deeper into Ishan's neck. "Mmm... five more minutes, Ishu..."

Ishan rolled his eyes but couldn't stop the fond smile forming on his lips. "Five minutes will turn into an hour, Shubman. Get up!" He shook him harder.

Shubman, still half-asleep, whined and pulled Ishan even closer. "So soft..." he mumbled sleepily, tightening his grip.

Ishan's entire face burned at the comment. "Shubman! Let go already!"

After a lot of struggling and a very reluctant Shubman, they finally got freshened up.Ishan grabbed a loose shirt from Shubman's closet along with a pair of shorts, which were slightly big on him. The sleeves of the shirt almost reached his elbows, and the shorts rested just above his knees, making him look adorably small in Shubman's oversized clothes.

When they came downstairs for breakfast, Shubman's mom and sister immediately gasped.

"AWWWW, Ishu!!" Shubman's sister squealed, practically running over to pinch Ishan's cheeks. "You look so cute in Bhai's clothes!"

Shubman's mom clasped her hands together. "My Ishu looks like a doll!"

Ishan, already flustered, turned even redder as he tried to hide behind Shubman. "Auntie, Di, please..."

Shubman's dad, watching the chaos, just shook his head and chuckled. "Beta, you should get used to this. These two are obsessed with you."

Shubman, absolutely enjoying Ishan's flustered state, wrapped an arm around his waist and whispered, "See? You're my family's favorite now."

Ishan, still blushing, only nodded shyly.

After breakfast, Ishan stood up and respectfully touched Shubman's parents' feet for their blessings before leaving.

Shubman's mom caressed Ishan's head. "Come again soon, beta."

Ishan smiled warmly. "I will, Auntie."

Shubman's sister teased, "Or just move in already, Jiju!"

Ishan gasped, mortified, while Shubman grinned proudly.

"Good idea, Di!" Shubman winked at Ishan.

Ishan glared at him but couldn't hide his smile.

Before he could protest further, Shubman insisted on dropping Ishan home.

As Shubman's car rolled into Ishan's society, the streets were quiet, with barely anyone around. The early morning silence made the place feel peaceful, and Shubman took full advantage of the moment.

He parked in front of Ishan's building, quickly stepped out, and walked to Ishan's side. With a dramatic bow, he pulled open the door. "Your Highness, please step out," he said with a grin.

Ishan giggled at Shubman's antics and stepped out, taking a quick glance around to make sure no one was there. Seeing the coast clear, he quickly tiptoed and pecked Shubman's lips. "Thank you shubi," he whispered, blushing.

Shubman, stunned for a second, grinned wide before suddenly pinning Ishan to the car, his hands resting firmly on Ishan's hips. Before Ishan could react, Shubman leaned in and placed a long, wet kiss on Ishan's cheek, smirking as he did.