THEM 'Ishman'

Uff..I am pregnant

The meaning of the chapter? Unknown. Why I wrote it? Unknown too.🙆‍♀️😋

Ishan was sitting on the swing fixed in their balcony by Shubman.

Not out of mutual agreement—nah nah nah—but purely because of Ishan’s dramatic tantrums.

He had acted like the world would collapse if they didn’t have a swing out there.

After a series of adorable puppy faces, emotional blackmail, and, lastly, his most powerful weapons, kisses and drama Shubman had given in.

It had happened one night. They were both sleeping, Ishan curled up safely inside Shubman’s chest.

Shubman’s eyes were closed when Ishan murmured softly, almost innocently, how badly and sincerely he wanted that specific swing on their balcony.

His big doe eyes looked up at Shubman, face still half-buried in his chest. Shubman had slowly opened his eyes and stared at him.

Then, Ishan began planting soft kisses all over his face, slowly, cutely, lovingly.

And now, dear minions, our mighty six-foot-tall Shubman melted into a puddle of Ishan’s love, just like we’re melting these days under the sun.

Currently, Ishan was perched on that very swing, his legs swinging back and forth in a constant, lazy rhythm.

A fruit bowl rested in his hands. Bananas were cut into star shapes, strawberries in the shape of hearts, kiwis shaped like trees, apples like little teddy bears, and every other fruit had been sliced into some quirky design.

(Uff... pyar ka chakkar 😔🙏)

He was munching away on the fruits while listening to a Gita podcast, eyes occasionally drifting down to stare at his stomach.

Shubman stepped into the balcony and paused, eyes softening immediately at the sight before him.

A smile made its way to his lips, his heart warming with love.

“Shubby, I’m happy that you’re finally accepting our baby.” Ishan said, catching Shubman’s smile and flashing one of his own.

Shubman dragged a hand down his face and groaned. “Hey Bhagwan, Ishu… I don’t know how many times I’ve told you this already, but YOU ARE NOT PREGNANT.”

Ahem. Ahem. Ahem. 🙆‍♀️

Let me take you some hours beforeeeeeee... when this all started 😋

Shubman was sitting on the couch in their living room, phone in his hands, dressed in a simple tee and grey sweatpants.

He was calmly checking photos with Ishan to post a picture dump on his Instagram.

He was silently scrolling through the photos, smiling, and sometimes chuckling too, remembering the scenes and stories behind each one.

Everything was silent, soft, warm, peaceful—until a HURRICANE came.

Yeah, bhen ke paranthosssssss, ISHU KISHU IS HERE, dwah.  
*finger snap. finger snap. finger snap.*

A hurricane wearing a tee—more specifically, Shubman’s tee—and shorts with dancing avocados on it.

Ishan came to Shubman and looked at him with big eyes and a full-on dramatic pout.

Shubman already braced himself for the incoming drama, his hand instinctively slipping into his pocket, pulling out various credit cards in advance.

“Shubby, I think I’m pregnant.” Ishan said like it was a confirmed fact.

“HEIN?!” Shubman said, standing up instantly.