Drawn to trouble. ( Ishman FF)

~Chapter 60~

Ishan sat on the couch, his legs tucked under him, fidgeting slightly as he waited for Shubman. He had been looking forward to this three-day break, especially because Shubman had promised him a surprise. But now, as he sat there, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of déjà vu.

The last time Shubman had excitedly told him to wait for a "surprise," things had taken a very bold turn. Ishan's cheeks heated as memories of that night flashed in his mind.

Ishan quickly shook his head, his fingers gripping the hem of his shirt. Nahi, nahi, yeh waali surprise kuch aur hogi... right? He reassured himself, trying to push away the embarrassment creeping up his neck.

Just then, the doorbell rang, making Ishan jolt slightly. His heart raced as he stood up, smoothing his clothes before hurrying to the door, he opened it-and there stood Shubman, a teasing smirk on his lips, looking as effortlessly handsome as ever.

"Ready for your surprise, baby?" Shubman asked, his voice laced with mischief.

Ishan gulped. Yeh waali surprise normal hi hogi na?

Ishan's cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red when he noticed the sleek black box in Shubman's hands. His fingers curled nervously at his sides as he looked between the box and Shubman's teasing smirk.

"What... what are you planning now?" Ishan asked cautiously, his voice barely above a whisper.

Shubman leaned in slightly, his warm breath fanning against Ishan's ear as he whispered, "Jo bhi hai, tumhe bohot pasand aane waala hai."

Ishan's heart skipped a beat. His eyes flickered down to the box again, suspicion clouding his innocent features. "Shubman, yeh kya hai?" he asked, pointing at the box.

Shubman's smirk only deepened. "Yeh? Yeh tumhare liye hai," he said smoothly, his voice dripping with amusement.

Ishan's doe eyes widened, realization dawning upon him. His mouth fell open, gasping. "Shubman!" he squeaked, his hands flying to his burning cheeks.

Shubman chuckled at Ishan's adorable reaction, tilting his head. "Lagta hai tumne pehle hi andar ki baat samajh li hai," he teased, eyes twinkling with mischief.

Ishan's mouth was still parted in shock when Shubman casually walked inside, placing the mysterious box on the sofa before sinking into it comfortably. His relaxed posture was in complete contrast to the storm brewing inside Ishan's head.

Snapping out of his daze, Ishan quickly shut the door behind him, his heartbeat erratic. He marched toward Shubman and stood before him, arms crossed, cheeks a deep shade of red. "Jo bhi tum soch rahe ho, woh bilkul bhi nahi hone wala," Ishan declared, trying to sound firm but failing miserably due to the nervous tremble in his voice.

Shubman merely tilted his head, his dark eyes shamelessly raking over Ishan's body from head to toe. The way he was looking at him-hungry, intense, and utterly sinful-made Ishan's knees weak.

Ishan gulped, trying to think of an excuse, any excuse. "W-w-well, I'm your teacher!" he blurted out, grasping at straws.

Shubman raised an unimpressed eyebrow. Really? That was the best Ishan could come up with?

Before Ishan could process anything else, Shubman suddenly grabbed his waist and pulled him onto his lap.

"Aah-!" Ishan squeaked, his hands landing on Shubman's broad shoulders to steady himself.

Shubman's strong, veiny hands wasted no time, gripping and squeezing Ishan's soft ass possessively. "Pehle ye 'teacher' wala excuse dimaag se nikal do," Shubman chuckled darkly, his voice deep and dripping with amusement.