Mr.Grumpy (3)

(edit : yeh bhi maine likh rakha tha kyuki main deeth hu-)

Last meh kiss hai😔🗣️

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"बाबूमोशाय जिंदगी होनी ही नहीं चाहिए"

(77rsimr32)

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Ishan had a habit  he stole Shubman’s hoodies.

Not borrowed. Stole.

And today was no different.

Shubman walked into the living room to find Ishan curled up on the couch, wearing his navy-blue hoodie.

It was oversized on him, the sleeves covering half his hands.

Shubman : that's mine!

Ishan : not anymore.

Shubman : you have your own clothes.

Ishan : But yours are cozier.

Shubman walked over, towering above him.

Shubman : Give it back.

Ishan : Make me.

Shubman narrowed his eyes.

Then, in one swift move, he grabbed Ishan by the waist and lifted him.

Ishan : SHUH NO!!!

He started kicking in the air.

Ishan : PUT ME DOWN!

Shubman held him effortlessly, lips twitching.

Shubman : The hoodie.

Ishan : NEVER!

Shubman : Fine.

And then he dropped him onto the couch.

Ishan : YOU SAVAGE!

Shubman : You asked for it.

Ishan huffed, pulling the hoodie closer.

Ishan : Well, too bad. I’m keeping it.

Shubman shook his head but didn’t argue.

Because, honestly?

Ishan looked way too cute in his clothes.

Next day, It was bound to happen.

Shubman, despite being the picture of discipline, caught a cold.

And Ishan? Oh, he lived for the moment.

He burst into Shubman’s room with a grin.

Ishan : Good morning, Mr. I-Never-Get-Sick.

Shubman, lying in bed with a tissue in one hand, glared at him.

Shubman : Leave.

Ishan plopped down beside him.

Ishan : Nope. I’m here to take care of you.

Shubman : That’s terrifying.

Ishan : Ouch. No trust.

Shubman : Just don’t do anything stupid.

Ishan : Me? Stupid?

Shubman shot him a tired look.

Ishan : Okay, fine. Here.

He pulled out a bowl of soup and held up a spoon.

Ishan : Say aah.

Shubman : I can feed myself.

Ishan : But where’s the fun in that?

Before Shubman could argue, Ishan brought the spoon to his lips.

Shubman hesitated but ultimately sighed and opened his mouth.

Ishan : Good boy.

Shubman nearly choked.

"Ishan!"

Ishan : This is the best day of my life.

Shubman closed his eyes.

He was never getting sick again.

Like this days passed.

It happened late at night.

They were sitting on the rooftop, watching the city lights.

Ishan was rambling about something, but Shubman wasn’t listening.

He was too busy watching him.

The way his eyes sparkled, the way his lips curled into a smile, the way he existed.... so effortlessly.

Shubman : ishan.

Ishan : haan.

Shubman hesitated. Then, softly, he murmured.

Shubman : You drive me crazy.”

Ishan : Uh… good crazy or I-wanna-strangle-you crazy?

Shubman : both.

Ishan : same Mr. Gill.

Shubman chuckled softly.

It happened so fast.

One second, Ishan was joking around with a random guy at the event. The next, the man grabbed his wrist too tightly.

Ishan barely had time to react before Shubman was there.

His grip on the man’s hand was ice-cold, his expression unreadable.

Shubman : Let. Go.

Ishan : Hey, chill, dude—

Shubman didn’t move, but his voice dropped to a deadly whisper.

Shubman : I don’t repeat myself.

The guy quickly released Ishan and stepped back, muttering an apology before disappearing.

Ishan : Damn, Mr. Gill. That was… hot.

Shubman exhaled, running a hand through his hair.

Shubman : Are you okay?

Ishan : More than okay. I feel like a damsel in distress.

Shubman : You are a distressing damsel.

Ishan : Aww, you care

Shubman rolled his eyes and walked ahead.

Ishan followed, still smiling.

But this time, his heart was beating just a little too fast.

It was already late. Too late for Ishan to go home.

Shubman : Stay here

Shubman said, locking the door behind them.

Ishan : Wait, in your room?

Shubman : Where else?

Ishan : Mr. Gill, if you wanted me in your bed, you could’ve just asked.

Shubman : sofa

Ishan : rude

A few minutes later, he was sprawled on the couch, hugging a pillow.

Ishan : Your place is so serious. No fairy lights? No posters?

Shubman : I’m not twelve.”

Ishan : You’re such a grandpa.

Silence.

Then, softly—

“Goodnight, Ishan.”

Ishan : Goodnight, Mr. Perfect.

And for the first time, the quiet between them felt… comfortable.

At night, It was raining.

Ishan loved the rain he danced in it, laughed in it, lived in it.

Shubman, on the other hand, stood under the awning, arms crossed, watching Ishan spin around in the middle of the deserted road.

Shubman : get inside

Ishan : come get me. Mr. Gill.

Shubman : you'll catch a cold.

Ishan : live a little Gill!

And then....he slipped.

(aura -999999-)

Shubman moved without thinking, catching Ishan just before he hit the ground.

For a moment, everything stilled.

Ishan, breathless.

Shubman, hovering over him. Their faces too close.

Shubman’s grip tightened.

His gaze dropped to Ishan’s lips.

The world faded.

The rain blurred around them.

And just when it felt like something might happen-

Shubman pulled away.

Ishan didn’t tease this time.

Because, for the first time, he was sure.

Shubman wanted him too.

Days passed again.

(days pass karte karte ek SAAL hogya guyzz--)

This time Ishan had a date.

Not a real one

just some random guy he agreed to meet for coffee.

But when Shubman found out?

Let’s just say, Mr. Perfect was not pleased.

Shubman : You’re seriously going?

Ishan : Um, yeah? Why do you sound like my dad?

Shubman : He’s a stranger.

Ishan : A stranger who finds me very charming.

Shubman clenched his jaw.

Shubman : Cancel it.

Ishan : Excuse me?

Shubman : You heard me.

Ishan : Are you… jealous?

Silence.

And then, in a voice so low it sent shivers down Ishan’s spine-

“Yes.”

Ishan’s breath caught.

Ishan : Shubh…

Shubman’s hand brushed his wrist.

“Don’t go.”

“I won’t.”

Shubman didn’t move for a moment.

Then, with a sharp nod, he stepped back.

Ishan watched him, heart racing.

Mr. Gill had finally cracked.

And Ishan? He was so ready to push him over the edge.

The guy actually showed up.

Ishan had expected Shubman to be annoyed, maybe even roll his eyes and scoff.

But what he didn’t expectwas how tense Mr. Gill had been ever since he found out the guy was coming to pick him up.

And now, standing by the door, Shubman looked like he was ready to kill someone.

Ishan opened the door with his usual bright smile.

"Hey!"

The guy Aryan, or something—grinned.

Aryan : Hey, you look amazing.

Ishan : I know.

Shubman, standing just a few feet away.

Then it got worse.

Aryan stepped closer, reaching out to brush a strand of Ishan’s hair.

And that’s when Shubman snapped.

Shubman : Maintain some distance.

Aryan : Uh, who are you?

Shubman’s jaw tightened.

Shubman : Someone who doesn’t appreciate people invading his space.

Aryan scoffed, turning back to Ishan.

Aryan : You didn’t tell me you had a bodyguard watching your every move.

Ishan : He’s just-

Aryan : Dude, why do you care so much? Are you his boyfriend or something?

Silence.

Ishan : Oh—

And then, before he could react, Shubman grabbed his wrist and yanked him back.

The next thing Ishan knew, his lips were on Shubman’s.

The world stopped.

Ishan’s breath hitched, eyes wide.

Shubman’s grip on his waist was firm, his lips warm and possessive.

For a second, neither of them moved.

Then, Shubman pulled away just enough to meet Ishan’s stunned gaze.

His voice was quiet, but firm.

Shubman : Yes. I am.

Aryan : Uh. Right. I’ll… leave.

Ishan barely registered the sound of the door closing.

Because all he could focus on was the way Shubman was still holding him.

And the fact that he had just

Holy. Shit.

Shubman kissed him.....