FAKE IT TILL YOU FEEL IT!!!
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Ishan was standing in the dressing room, staring at his phone like it owed him money.
His face? Totally unbothered.
But his eyes? Oh, baby, they were screaming murder.
He locked his phone and turned to face Shubman, who was chilling on the couch, scrolling through Insta like nothing happened.
"It’s done," Ishaan said, dramatically flopping beside him like a fallen leaf.
Shubman blinked, "Done… like? Done done? Or fake done like last time?"
"Done done."
"Like blocked-on-all-platforms done?"
"Yup."
"Including Snap?"
"Blocked. Even his dog's account."
Shubman tried to act casual but there was this weird little smile crawling up his face.
A lil too happy.
Like bro just won a lottery and doesn't know how to react.
"Why’re you smiling like that?" Ishaan narrowed his eyes.
"Huh? Me? Smiling? Nah bro, that’s just... gas," Shubman coughed, clearly lying.
Ishaan gave him the fakest offended gasp,
"You’re happy my heart’s in pieces?"
"Nooo! I’m happy your dumb heart finally stopped running after that walking red flag with commitment issues and a jawline."
Ishaan tried to hide his smile, but failed.
He playfully kicked Shubman’s shin.
"Ow! Ishie!"
"Serves you right."
There was a silence.
Not awkward.
Just the-calm-before-some-messy-idea type silence.
And then Ishaan’s eyes lit up.
That mischievous-I’m-about-to-ruin-someone’s-life kind of glow.
"What if we made him jealous?"
"Ishaan…" Shubman looked at him, warning in his voice.
"Just hear me out! Like… fake dating. For the gram. Cute stories. Holding hands. Maybe a lil cheeky pic with your arm around me… spicy but not illegal."
Shubman blinked, "You want me to fake date you… to make your ex jealous?"
"Exactly." Ishaan grinned, wiggling his brows.
"And what's in it for me?" Shubman smirked, leaning in.
"You get to hang out with me 24/7. What more could a man want?"
"Hmm… I do enjoy free chaos."
And just like that, Operation: Make That Loser Cry was born.
2 hours later
Ishan posted a blurry mirror selfie.
Shubman’s tall figure in the background, hoodie sleeves rolled up, wristwatch shining. Ishaan’s caption?
“He spoils me too much.”
(with a white heart & a lock emoji.)
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