Drawn to trouble. ( Ishman FF)

Chapter 52

Shubman was suffering.

His patience was already hanging by a thread, but now, that thread was dangerously close to snapping.

Ishan had finished the topic and was now engaging the class with some easy questions. As expected, the entire class was active and interactive—because Ishan was the kind of teacher who made studying feel fun rather than a burden.

But Shubman?

Shubman was just sitting there, fuming.

Because not once—not even accidentally—had Ishan glanced at him.

Ishan had acknowledged everyone in the room, meeting their eyes, nodding, smiling, responding. But when it came to Shubman?

Nothing.

Zero.

It was as if Shubman didn’t exist.

And just when he was about to finally say something—

"Sir, you’re looking really good today," a girl in the front row said with a bright smile.

Shubman froze.

His scowl deepened as his head snapped toward the girl. What the hell did she just say?

Meanwhile, Ishan, oblivious to the absolute wrath burning inside Shubman, smiled sweetly and said, "Thank you."

Shubman’s scowl worsened.

Before he could even recover, another boy added, "Yeah, sir, you really do! Are you going on a date today or something?"

Shubman’s fist clenched.

Date?!

As if that wasn’t enough, another girl cut in, rolling her eyes at the previous comment. "What are you even saying? Ishan sir looks good every single day!"

And the entire class nodded in agreement, some even vocalising their approval.

"Yes, sir! You always look amazing!"
"Seriously, sir, how are you this pretty every day?"
"Sir, you could be a model, honestly!"

And then—then—

Ishan blushed.

He blushed.

His cheeks turned a soft shade of pink, his lashes fluttering as he cleared his throat and gently said, "Alright, alright, enough of that. Focus on your studies instead of talking nonsense."

Meanwhile, Shubman was burning.

Literally burning.

He wasn’t even sure how he was still sitting still, how he hadn’t flipped his desk over in pure rage.

Because—first of all—why were these idiots flirting with his Ishan?!

Second—why was Ishan blushing?!

Third—why was Ishan not looking at him?!

Shubman’s mind was spiraling. His jaw was tight, his muscles tense, and his hands were gripping the desk so hard that his knuckles were turning white.

If looks could kill, the entire classroom would have been obliterated.

From beside him, Abhishek, who had been silently watching Shubman’s internal breakdown, patted his shoulder.