Drawn to trouble. ( Ishman FF)

~Chapter58~

The loud music, the flashing neon lights, and the buzzing energy of the club only fueled Ishan’s excitement as another item song blasted through the speakers. The crowd erupted in cheers, bodies swaying and moving in sync with the beats.

Shubman sighed, rubbing his forehead. He needed to get Ishan out of here now.

Ishan, however, had other plans.

Before Shubman could stop him, Ishan slipped from his hold and twirled into the dance floor again, hips swaying perfectly to the rhythm. The way his body moved—it was driving everyone insane. And that infuriated Shubman.

He could see the way people’s eyes were glued to Ishan, how some of them were clearly thinking things they shouldn’t.

NO FUCKING WAY.

Shubman pushed through the dancing crowd again and grabbed Ishan, who was still lost in his little dancing world. But when Shubman tried to pull him away, Ishan whined and tried to resist.

Shubman had enough.

With no other choice, he bent down and threw Ishan over his shoulder.

The entire club erupted in cheers and laughter.

“Ooohhhh!!!”

“Damn! boy just kidnapped his date!”

“Wahh! Dil wale dulhania le jayenge!”

“Areee! Kya baat hai bhai!!”

Shubman ignored all the teasing and walked straight toward the exit, his grip firm on Ishan’s thighs to keep him from falling.

“PUT ME DOWN, YOU COCONUT TREE!!” Ishan whined, kicking his legs in protest.

Shubman rolled his eyes. “Shut up, Ishu.”

“NOOO! I WANT TO DANCE!!”

“Too bad.”

By the time they reached outside, the streets were nearly empty, but Ishan was still whining.

“This coconut tree is kidnapping me!!” he yelled dramatically.

Shubman groaned in frustration and smacked Ishan’s ass—hard.

Ishan yelped, his body going stiff.

“…Rude,” he mumbled, finally shutting up.

Shubman finally put him down near his car, fixing Ishan’s ruffled shirt. “Pagal hai kya?! Agar koi sun leta toh sach mein police bula leta!”

Ishan crossed his arms, huffing. "Toh bula ne do!"

Shubman pinched the bridge of his nose. "Bas, chal gaadi mein baith—"

But then, a mischievous glint flashed in his drunken eyes.

“Shubi! LOOK!” Ishan suddenly gasped, pointing behind Shubman with fake urgency.

Instinctively, Shubman turned to see what it was.

And that was Ishan’s moment to strike.

Giggling, Ishan dashed toward the club’s entrance, making a break for it.

“Ishan!!” Shubman cursed, quickly turning back.

But before Ishan could get inside, he crashed—face-first—into two huge men standing at the entrance.