Drawn to trouble. ( Ishman FF)

Chapter 66

Three years had passed in the blink of an eye.

Life had changed around them, but the bond between Shubman and Ishan had only grown stronger with time. Shubman now handled his father's growing business empire with confidence and quiet dominance. Ishan, on the other hand, still walked the sunlit corridors of the college as one of the most beloved teachers.

Abhishek and Mayank had also carved their own path, running successful and cozy restaurants together, often frequented by Shubman and Ishan for quiet late dinners.

That afternoon, Ishan was walking out of the staff room, his sling bag hanging off one shoulder, his thoughts still tangled in grading papers and lesson plans. As he reached closer to the gate, a group of 3-4 boys from his class trailed behind him, laughing and trying their best to sound casual.

"Sir, do you have any ride today?"
"We were thinking maybe we could drop you home, it's not a problem at all..."
"I mean... it's not safe to go alone, sir, especially someone like you-"

Ishan blinked, realizing what was going on and gave a soft smile. These kinds of harmless flirty remarks had become normal. He was used to it now-the shy notes, the bold compliments, the long stares in class. But he handled it with grace, always kind and never encouraging.

Just as they neared the gate, and the boys began half-jokingly arguing over who should drop Ishan sir home,
Ishan just stood there blinking as the boys cheerfully argued like overexcited puppies, a voice rang out from behind, deep and confident:

"Your Ishan sir's ride is already here."

The boys turned, startled.

Leaning casually on a sleek black car, dressed in a tailored black suit that made him look unfairly attractive, stood Shubman Gill. His arms were crossed, jaw sharp, and his eyes were fixed on them with that cool, slightly cocky look that made grown men nervous.

He straightened up and took slow, sure steps forward. "Actually," he added, his gaze flicking briefly to Ishan before returning to the boys, "he's got a very permanent ride. One that doesn't take kindly to substitutes."

He reached Ishan and without hesitation, slid an arm around Ishan's waist, pulling him softly but possessively to his side. Ishan blinked, eyes wide, his cheeks already pink.

"Sir's husband is here," Shubman said coolly, looking at the boys without smiling. "So I think you kids should head home."

The silence that followed was almost amusing. The boys mumbled awkward goodbyes, their previous enthusiasm gone like smoke in the wind. One by one, they left.

Ishan turned to Shubman, swatting his chest lightly. "Why didn't you wait in the car like normal people?"

Shubman shrugged, his hand still resting comfortably on Ishan's waist. "Because normal people don't get to call you theirs in front of an audience," he said, looking ahead as he walked Ishan toward the car.

Ishan's cheeks flushed deeper. "Since when am I your husband, Mr. Gill?" he asked, half-shy, half-teasing.

Shubman gave a tiny smirk, opening the car door for Ishan. "Since the moment I laid eyes on you," he replied smoothly.

Ishan gasped at the cheesiness, covering his mouth, unable to stop the laugh that slipped out. "You're ridiculous," he said, settling into the seat.

Shubman closed the door, walked around to the driver's side, and slid in, starting the engine. He looked over with a pout. "We're literally getting engaged this weekend, and you won't even let me call you husband? So heartless."