THEM 'Ishman'

Can I marry him, dada (7)

Itni gaaliyan aur shabd sunne ke baad socha jaldi update karduuuu 💔

Bhai, don't believe me when it comes to sad endings... I can never give one. Agar kabhi diya bhi ho toh I must be joking or just doing bakwas around so please agli update tak wait karna  *pranaam*

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Shubman's head snapped up toward the man, who still had his hands on his knees, catching big breaths.

Vayu, not understanding anything, simply looked up at Shubman and then at Ishan.

"Isihie, a bad baby?" Vayu asked, mischief sparkling in his eyes as he giggled.

Ishan was just standing there, staring at the man with a straight face, expression unreadable. 

But the moment he heard Vayu's words, he turned to him with a confused, "Huh?". 

The man stood up, straightened his back, took a few steps forward, and stoped beside Ishan.

"Why don't you hear me, huh, Ishu?" he said, frustration still evident in his voice, though a bit of softness had crept in.

"I-I-I..." Ishan stammered, unsure what to say, his voice stumbling inside his throat.

"What happened now?" the man asked.

"Who are you?" Ishan asked, looking up at him.

"Who are you, kid?" the man replied, eyebrows knitting together as he looked at Ishan.

"What happened to you? Are you lost, child? Where are your parents?" he asked again, raising his brows, eyes scanning Ishan from head to toe.

But then, suddenly, his attention shifted, his gaze going past Ishan, towards someone behind.

"Ishu. Oh god. The fuck. This man never listens to m." the man sighed in exasperation.

"RISHAB FUCKING PANT. I'M GOING TO CONVERT YOU INTO A REAL PANT AND WEAR YOU ON MY STINKY LEGS IF YOU DON'T GET DOWN FROM THAT CHILDREN'S RIDE AND STAND IN FRONT OF ME RIGHT NOW. I'M GIVING YOU ONE MINUTE, YOU HEARD ME, DUMB PANT'S STRINGS!" the guy shouted at someone suspiciously stuck on the horse of the children's ride.

Ishan and Shubman followed the man's gaze and found that he was talking to someone else behind them.

"God forbid a child enjoys his life." Rishab murmured dramatically, rolling his eyes as he got down from the horse which, under his weight, had noticeably slumped a little.

"What now? What do you want now, Shreya? Just go back and eat idli and stop ruining my childhood." Rishab huffed, rolling his eyes again with flair.

"Bro, your childhood was like two decades ago. You're an old shit now. And why the fuck were you trying to get on a children's ride? And for fuck's sake, stop calling me Shreya!" Shreyash said, exasperated, rolling his eyes so hard they nearly fell out.

"Oh, and you can call me Ishu? Aisa hai? Bakwas mat kiya kar, thappad maarunga na toh abhi baccha ban jayega." Rishab retorted, showing his palm to Shreyash and wiggling his eyebrows.

"And whose child is this? Aww baby, where are your parents?" Rishab asked, suddenly cooing at Ishan with soft, amused eyes.

"I-I... I'm not a kid." Ishan mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

"Hein?" Rishab blinked, but before he could say more, Shreyash was already dragging him away, muttering things like, "Let's go before you embarrass me even more" while Rishab giggled like a toddler, clearly enjoying the chaos.