Drawn to trouble. ( Ishman FF)

~Chapter 69~

Shubman, now a little tipsy from the drinks, stumbled into the room with a lazy smile playing on his lips.
As soon as the door opened, Ishan, who had been sitting like a nervous ball of blush, immediately stood up, clutching his bathrobe tighter around himself.

“Shubman... kaha chale gaye the?” Ishan asked softly, his doe eyes glimmering with both relief and shyness.

Shubman, rubbing the back of his neck, gave a sheepish smile. “Sorry baby... woh doston ne pakad liya tha... aur drinks ke liye le gaye... maine message bhi kiya tha tumhe...”
Shubman pointed at Ishan’s phone lying on the side.

Ishan blinked and turned to his phone, realizing the notification was there. “Maine... dekha hi nahi...”

Shubman chuckled and walked toward him, eyes finally noticing Ishan’s tightly wrapped bathrobe.

“Aur yeh... robe mein kyu lapet ke rakha hai khud ko?”
Shubman raised a teasing eyebrow, his words slightly slurring but still laced with his usual flirtatious tone.

Ishan’s eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights. His cheeks deepened to a cherry red as he fumbled, playing nervously with his fingers.

“W-woh... kuch nahi... bas... thodi thand lag rahi thi...”
Ishan's voice was almost a whisper.

Shubman, too tipsy to catch the awkwardness, laughed softly. “Aww... toh main hoon na... mujhe bula lete...”

His eyes fell on the milk glass on the table.

“Aur... yeh doodh...?” Shubman asked, picking it up.

Ishan, quickly said, “Yeh... pi lo... phir k-kuch dikha na hai tumhe.”

Shubman, smirking, brought the glass closer to Ishan’s lips instead. “Mujhe nahi chahiye... mere se jada tumhe jarurat hai.”
Shubman made Ishan drink the milk, his fingers brushing against Ishan’s soft cheeks, making the poor boy even more flustered.

After placing the empty glass on the side table, Shubman turned back, still smiling lazily. “Ab bata... kya dikhana tha mujhe?”

Ishan gulped hard, his face almost matching the deep color of his lingerie beneath the robe. He clutched the bathrobe tighter, took a deep breath, and looked up at Shubman.

Shubman, confused by Ishan’s fidgeting, tilted his head like a curious puppy.

Before Ishan could lose his nerve again, Ishan took a sharp breath, closed his eyes tightly... and quickly untied the robe.

The robe slipped effortlessly down his delicate frame, pooling silently at his feet.

Ishan's robe and Shubman’s jaw hit the floor at the same time.

There stood Ishan... absolutely breathtaking in the delicate black lace lingerie his friends had mischievously gifted. His milky skin glowing under the dim lights, his doe eyes hidden behind his palms, cheeks burning in embarrassment, but looking like a fantasy.

Shubman blinked once.

Twice.

And then cursed under his breath, his throat going dry and staring at Ishan without blinking. “Baap re... Ishan... tu mujhe maar dalega kya aaj...”

Ishan, still hiding his face, mumbled in the softest voice, “Yese m-mat dekho...”

Shubman smirked, stepping forward, voice dropping to a husky whisper, “Dekhuga nahi... Ab toh bohot kuch karne ka haq hai mujhe dekhne ke alawa, baby...”