​"I'm not in love, Shubman, I'm just occupying your personal space for geopolitical reasons," Ishan snaps, even as he melts into a permanent residence in Shubman's lap. It's a classic case of the nation's Golden Boy being absolutely whipped for a pint-sized chaos agent who treats "I love you" like a dare he's too stubborn to lose. ​From Dharamshala's Mehki Hawayein-which Ishan insists he's too "fire sign" to feel, despite vibrating with cold in Shubman's hoodie-to a buffet-table standoff where a stare-down is worth a thousand blushing "zukhi nazrein," their romance is a high-stakes game of push-and-pull. Shubman navigates the endless nakhre with a smirk and a heart-eyed gaze, knowing full well that for every sassy one-liner Ishan throws, there's a secret hand-hold under the table waiting to happen. ​In this story of burgers, stolen jackets, and "accidental" bridal carries, you'll witness a battle of wits where the score is always Shubman: 1, Ishan's Pride: 0. It's a soft, hilarious journey of two hearts realizing that "Na Na" is just a very loud, very Indian way of saying "Yes, forever."

This book is gonna be collection of short stories of our favourite ICT couple aka Ishan & Shubman. Still learning 🥹

//Shubman x Ishan kishan// "a sort of chase?" - do you even know what your chasing? // inaccurate depiction of real world people// //a work of fiction, completely delusional// //inspired by a gajillion ff's, movies and stories out there if yall find some familiarity don't be so shocked// //will have smut// //well aware of this being some sort of toxic shipping of real humans but till i find my next hyper fixation//