Shubman sighed, staring at the phone screen as if it would bite him.
His first phone.
Given on his 19th birthday. And for the past 30 hours, he'd been stuck in a loop of:
"Should I call Abhi?"
"What if he doesn’t pick up?"
Ishan, sitting beside him, rubbed slow circles on his back. "Just call him."
Shubman exhaled. "Samne se milunga toh better hoga—"
Before he could finish, Ishan leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
Shubman froze.
Ishan pulled back, looking into his eyes. "Just. Do. It."
Shubman swallowed. Blinked at Ishan. Then at his phone.
"Okay..." He whispered, finally pressing the call button.
Ring.. Ring...
Abhi: "Hello… hello kaun?"
Shubman gulped. "Hello… Abhi…"
A pause. Then—
Abhi: "SHUBMAN!!"
Shubman: "Haan, kaisa—"
Abhi: "SAALE BHADWE… SUAR KI AULAAD… SALE KUTTE… BHOSDIKE…
KAHAAN MAR RAHA THA TU?!
BETA, TU AA! TERI CHAPPAL SE THOOTH NA BIGAAD DI NA TOH DEKHNA…
SALE HARAMI!!"
Shubman: "Bas kar ja bhai!!"
Abhi: "ABEEE HARAMKHOR!! TERI HIMMAT KAISE HUI CHUP CHAP JAANE KI?!
SALE, TERE SAATH CHADDI BHI SHARE KI THI BACHPAN MEIN AUR TU… BHADWE—"
Shubman: "Oye oye OYE! Zyada ho raha hai ab—"
Abhi: "HOGA BEHENCHOD!! ABHI TOH SHURU HUA HAI—"
Shubman: "BEHENCHOD, KAAN SE KHOON AA RAHA HAI!!"
Abhi: "TOH PHONE KYUN KIYA BE SUAR?!?"
Shubman: "MAINE APNE AAP NAHI KIYA… ISHAN NE BOLA SAMJHA?! AUR TU HOGA SUAR!!"
Another round of bickering began.
Abhi: "Ishan… Ishan tere saath hai? Toh tu zinda kaise hai? Use toh tujhe ab tak maar dena chahiye tha—"
Shubman: "Maare ya jo kare, tereko toh main Teeje pe na bulaun!"
Abhi: "Haan toh mara thodi ja raha hoon hu?! Chal nikal!!"
Shubman: "Tu nikal!!"
Abhi: "Chal chal!!"
Shubman: "Ja be tu chal!!"
Abhi: "Abe HATT NA!!"
Shubman: "Shu shu!!"
Abhi: "Alee alee chal nikal!!"
Ishan, who had been patiently listening to this nonsense, finally snapped.
"TUM DONO CHUP HO RAHE HO KE NAHI?!?!?"
Dead silence.
Shubman and Abhi, two full-grown idiots, shut their mouths immediately.
Ishan sighed. "Normal baat nahi kar sakte ho?"
Abhi: "Mujhe iss kutte se baat nahi karni!"
Shubman: "Mereko bhi—"
Ishan: "Shubman…" he said so softly…
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