Drawn to trouble. ( Ishman FF)

Chapter 68

Shubman somehow managed to follow the ritual, leaving the house without seeing or even sneaking a message to Ishan. It was torture for him, but he did it. And now, standing in front of the mirror, dressed in his wedding sherwani, Shubman couldn’t stop the boyish smile from spreading across his face.

His heart was thumping louder than the dhols playing outside.

“Bas aaj... aaj ke baad, Ishan hamesha ke liye mera hoga...”
The thought made Shubman’s stomach flip with butterflies.

He chuckled, adjusting his turban, as flashes of their journey together ran through his mind. The first time he had teased Ishan in class, those innocent doe eyes glaring at him, the way Ishan would pout when Shubman flirted shamelessly, and the million little memories they had made in the past few years.

Who would have thought... that Shubman Gill, the naughty, spoiled brat student, would one day be marrying his sweet, strict, and now completely his teacher, Ishan Kishan?

He bit his lip to stop the lovesick grin that kept returning to his face. His friends entered the room, teasing him endlessly, but today nothing could dampen his mood. He was on cloud nine.

Meanwhile, at Ishan’s house, the scene wasn’t any less chaotic. The house was filled with laughter, music, and the excited chatter of relatives. But amidst all that, Ishan sat in front of the mirror, the wedding sherwani being adjusted carefully by his friends and cousins.

Ishan’s heart was thumping just as wildly.

Looking at his reflection, Ishan couldn’t stop smiling... or blushing. “Shubman... mera student... mera boyfriend... aur ab mera pati...”
The realization made Ishan’s cheeks flush pink. His eyes sparkled as he thought of all the moments they had shared, , the teasing, the sweet fights, the love, the care. It all led to this day.

He tried hard to look composed, but anyone who saw him could tell he was struggling to hide his joy. Ishan felt like a teenage boy crushing over his first love all over again. His heart raced thinking about Shubman waiting for him at the mandap, the moment they’d finally see each other after the torturous wait.

He giggled softly when his friend asked why he was blushing so much.

Today was their day. The day they had dreamed about. And nothing could match the happiness blooming in their hearts.

The dhols were beating loud, the music was pumping through the air, and the whole street lit up with fairy lights as Shubman’s baraat made its grand entrance.

Shubman, sitting royally on the white horse, was looking dangerously handsome in his ivory sherwani with golden work, his turban tied perfectly, and those dimples flashing as he danced even from the horse. His friends and others were hyping him up, throwing flowers and teasing, “Aaj toh dulha king lag raha hai!”

Shubman, true to his personality, was the most excited one among everyone.

He couldn't sit still. He kept dramatically pretending to faint saying, “Mujhse intezaar nahi ho raha... le jao mujhe mere Ishan ke paas!”
His friends burst into laughter.

Meanwhile, inside the wedding venue, Ishan sat in his waiting room, dressed in a stunning red and gold sherwani, looking ethereal. His doe eyes nervously peeked outside the window when he heard the loud dhol beats. His heart stopped for a second when his eyes caught the sight of Shubman sitting on the horse, looking like a dream.

Ishan blushed hard, looking down instantly, his friends catching him.

“Arey Ishan, itna kya sharma raha hai, abhi toh sirf baraat aayi hai...”
Ishan pouted, “Kuch bhi... main kaha sharma raha hoon?”
But his pink cheeks gave him away.