Drawn to trouble. ( Ishman FF)

Chapter 50

The first week of college had passed in a blur, and both Ishan and Shubman had been incredibly busy—Shubman with his project submissions and upcoming final exams, and Ishan with his never-ending college workload.

But despite their packed schedules, Shubman never failed to sneak in small interactions with his cutie teacher.

In the middle of class, when Ishan was seriously explaining a concept, Shubman would casually wink at him from his seat.

And every single time, Ishan would immediately freeze, his words getting caught in his throat as his cheeks flushed pink. He’d quickly turn his face away, pretending to check something on the board, just to hide his blush.

And then, of course—

"Sir!"

Ishan sighed. He already knew who it was even before looking.

Shubman grinned up at him, motioning for him to come closer. "Mujhe ek doubt hai," he said, his voice dripping with fake innocence.

Ishan hesitated but still walked towards Shubman’s bench.

Just as he expected, there was nothing on Shubman’s notebook.

"Kya doubt hai, Shubman?" Ishan asked, suspiciously.

"Bas ye doubt hai ki app har roz itne cute kese dikhte ho?"

Ishan just rolled his eyes trying to hide his blush, Ishan lightly slapped Shubman's cheek and went away shaking his head.

Shubman just chuckled.

"Bhai tu class mein Ishan sir ko kyun pareshan kar raha hai?" Abhishek, who sat beside him, rolled his eyes .

Shubman arched an eyebrow, turning to look at him. "Tu mujhe bol raha hai? Aur yeh bata, tera dusra haath kaha hai?"

Mayank, who was sitting beside Abhishek, suddenly swatted Abhishek’s hand away from his thigh, his face reddening.

Abhishek scrunched his nose at Shubman. "Baat ko matt palta!"

Shubman just scoffed, shaking his head as he casually leaned back and returned to his notebook. "Hypocrite," he muttered.

Meanwhile, Abhishek turned to Mayank, whose blush hadn’t faded.

"Waise Mayu," Abhishek leaned in with a smirk, "class ke baad ek free period hai, tuhje kisi aur private jagah leke jaunga jahan koi disturb na kare."

Mayank glanced at him and then quickly looked away, trying to focus on his work. "Apna kaam khatam kar, Abhi," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

But the way his ears turned red didn’t go unnoticed by Abhishek, who just grinned wider.

As the first period ended and the second one was free, the classroom quickly emptied as students left to enjoy their break.

But Shubman? He stayed behind.

The moment the last student exited, Shubman casually strolled up to Ishan’s desk, leaning in with a smirk.

He looked up at him, crossing his arms. "Shubman, tum hamesha serious lectures mein mujhe disturb kyun karte ho?"

Shubman, feigning pure innocence, placed a hand on his chest. "Disturb you? When did I do that, sir?" He tilted his head, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "I was just admiring your outfit. You always dress so… amazing.*"