Drawn to trouble. ( Ishman FF)

Epilogue

It had been a few peaceful weeks since Ishan and Shubman's wedding, and their life had settled into a sweet domestic routine within the warmth of their joint family home.

Every morning, like clockwork, Ishan woke up early, and after getting ready, he would quietly sneak into the kitchen. Shubman's mother had insisted Ishan didn't need to, but Ishan being Ishan, loved helping, whether it was chopping vegetables or arranging breakfast. The maids adored him for his politeness and bright smile.

Shubman still had the daily duty of dropping and picking up Ishan from college, claiming it was for safety but truthfully just an excuse to see his cute husband during the busy day.

Despite all the sweetness, Shubman had been craving some space of their own. He had already bought a beautiful bungalow on the other side of the city, ready and waiting for them, but every time he even hinted at shifting, his mother and sister pouted dramatically, refusing to let their precious Ishan leave.
Shubman couldn't bring himself to break their hearts either.

Tonight, like every night, Shubman lay on the bed, scrolling his phone, waiting for Ishan to return to their room. His patience finally snapped when the clock ticked past an hour after dinner.

Ishan finally entered, carefully locking the door behind him. Shubman immediately sat up, his gaze locking onto his cute husband, dressed in a soft cotton kurta, cheeks slightly flushed from the warmth of the living room.

"Itna time kyu laga tujhe? Dinner kiye ek ghanta ho gaya," Shubman grumbled lazily, propping his head on his hand, his eyes soft despite the annoyed tone.

Ishan chuckled softly, sitting at the edge of the bed.
"Maa aur didi ne rok liya tha... keh rahe the serial ka climax hai, toh dekhne ko ruka liya... main kya karta?" Ishan giggled, brushing his hair back.

Shubman sighed dramatically, pulling Ishan toward him by the wrist, making Ishan land softly on his chest.
"Mujhse zyada serial important ho gaya hai ab? Huh?" Shubman whispered near his ear, his arms wrapping tightly around Ishan's waist.

Ishan giggled against his chest, hiding his face.
"Nahi na... par kya karu... sab itne pyaar se bula rahe the..."

Shubman hummed, nuzzling his nose into Ishan's hair.
"Pyaar toh main bhi karta hoon... woh bhi bohot- bohot zyada"

Shubman buried his face in Ishan's warm neck, his breath tickling Ishan's sensitive skin. His voice came out low and lazy, "Ishu... tu mummy aur didi se baat kar na... humara shift hone ka."

Ishan froze slightly in Shubman's hold, gasping softly. "Kya? Shubman... par unko kitna bura lagega."
His doe eyes blinked up at Shubman, clearly torn between his attachment to the family and Shubman's wish.

Shubman nodded against his neck, his lips brushing the skin lazily.
"Pata hai... mujhe bhi pata hai... par maine ghar kharid liya hai Ishu... aur main chahta hoon tu aur main... apne ghar mein rahein... apni privacy ke saath... aur aisa nahi hai ki wapas nahi aayenge... jab bhi mummy bulayengi, jab bhi chhutti hogi... hum aayenge... par apna ek space chahiye mujhe, bas tu aur main."

Ishan's heart pounded hearing the longing in Shubman's tone. After a soft pause, Ishan nodded shyly.
"Thik hai... main baat karunga..."
He whispered softly, his cheeks pressing against Shubman's chest.

Shubman smiled in satisfaction, wrapping Ishan tighter, pulling him fully on top, letting Ishan's face rest over his heart. He loved this feeling-having his Ishan completely in his arms.