Prettiest Dream. (1)

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(reposting due a an error)

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“force Married to mafia”

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Ishan stood in the middle of their grand bedroom, arms crossed, glaring at his so-called husband.

Who was calmly buttoning his black shirt in front of the mirror.

Ishan : Listen, Mr. Mafia CEO Boss Supreme Whatever

Ishan started, his voice dripping with attitude.

Ishan : just because we are married doesn’t mean I have to wake up every day and see your emotionless face first thing in the morning.

Shubman : Then don’t wake up. Problem solved.

Ishan : Wah, wah. What a caring husband I have. If I die, don’t be shocked if my ghost comes to haunt you.

Shubman : I’d be more shocked if you ever shut up.

Ishan : Ugh Seriously, why did I get stuck with you? I could’ve married someone who actually adores me. Maybe a hot model-

Before he could finish, Shubman grabbed his chin, tilting it up slightly.

Shubman : Finish that sentence, sweetheart.

Ishan blinked up at him, lips parting slightly.

The air turned thick, tension crackling between them.

Shubman’s grip was firm but not rough.

Ishan, being Ishan, of course, smirked.

Ishan : What? Feeling jealous already hubby?

Shubman chuckled, shaking his head.

Shubman : You think I get jealous?

His thumb brushed over Ishan’s lower lip, making him freeze.

Shubman : The only thing I feel is annoyance, because my wife talks too much.

Ishan : Ha! Keep telling yourself that, Shub

Shubman : Don’t. Call. Me. That.

Ishan grinned mischievously.

Ishan : Shubu baby?

Shubman : Ishan!

Ishan : Aww, my mafia boss is getting mad?

Before Ishan could make another snarky remark, Shubman grabbed his waist and pulled him close.

Shubman : You really like testing my patience, don’t you?

he murmured, lips dangerously close to Ishan’s ear.

Ishan : Someone’s being touchy so early in the morning. Feeling lonely, Shubu baby?

Shubman : You really don’t want to know what I feel like doing right now, wifey.

Ishan’s cheeks turned red in an instant.

Ishan : SHUT UP!

He pushed Shubman away and stomped out of the room, muttering curses under his breath.

Shubman chuckled, fixing his sleeves.

Shubman : Cute.

Later, Down in the dining room, Ishan sat with his arms crossed, pouting as the chef placed his favorite pancakes in front of him.

Across the table, Shubman sipped his black coffee, reading the newspaper like a proper mafia gentleman.

Ishan stabbed his pancake with his fork.

Ishan : So, Mr. Mafia Boss, how many people are you planning to threaten today?

Shubman : Depends. How many times are you planning to annoy me?

Ishan : Excuse me? I am a delightful person to be around.

Shubman : Sure. A delightful headache.

Ishan kicked him under the table.

Shubman didn't even flinch. Instead, he casually turned the page of his newspaper.

Shubman : Childish, Ishan. Very childish.

Ishan : You’re just mad because you can’t do anything about it

Shubman : Oh darling, I can do a lot. But I doubt you’d survive it.

Ishan choked on his pancake.

Ishan : STOP BEING PERVERTED FIRST THING IN THE MORNING!

Shubman sipped his coffee, completely unbothered.

Shubman : I didn’t say anything. You assumed.

Ishan : I swear I am going to divorce you one day.

Shubman : Try it, wifey. See what happens.

Ishan shivered slightly but refused to back down.

Instead, he flicked a piece of pancake at Shubman’s face.

Shubman : You have five seconds to run.

Ishan : Oh, fu-

Before he could finish, he bolted out of the dining room, Shubman calmly following behind him.

Ishan run down the grand hallway, his heart racing as he heard the calm, measured footsteps of his husband behind him.

Shit.

Why was Shubman walking so casually while Ishan was running for his life?!

Shubman : Run faster, wifey,

Shubman : Or should I just catch you now?

Ishan looked over his shoulder and yelped.

Shubman had closed half the distance without even trying.

Ishan : SHUBHUUU! Stay away!

Shubman just sighed, rolling up his sleeves as if he was about to handle business.

Shubman : You know you can’t escape me, sweetheart. But sure... keep running. I’m enjoying the view.

Ishan’s brain short-circuited.

THE AUDACITY.

Ishan : STOP BEING A PERVERT FIRST THING IN THE MORNING!

he yelled, turning a corner too fast and-

THUD.

He ran straight into a wall. Correction - Shubman’s chest.

A strong arm wrapped around his waist instantly, pulling him flush against Shubman’s  body.

Ishan gasped, hands pressing against his husband’s chest as he tried to push away, but Shubman’s grip only tightened.

Shubman : Got you

Shubman murmured, his voice dropping an octave, sending unwanted butterflies flapping in Ishan’s stomach.

Ishan : CHEATER! How did you?

Shubman leaned down slightly, his lips hovering near Ishan’s ear.

Shubman : I know this house better than you, meri jaan. Did you really think you could outrun me?

Ishan felt hot. And not because of exertion.

Ishan : I-I demand a rematch!

he huffed, trying to sound angry, but it came out breathless.

Shubman smirked, fingers tracing slow circles on Ishan’s waist.

Shubman : Sure. But this time, if I catch you, I get a reward.

Ishan : WHAT KIND OF REWARD?!

Shubman’s gaze dropped to Ishan’s lips.

Ishan’s brain went into emergency mode.

Ishan : YOU CAN’T JUST-

Shubman : Shhh

Shubman whispered, tilting Ishan’s chin up.

Shubman : Be a good wife and accept your punishment.

Ishan froze. His breath hitched as Shubman leaned in, their lips almost touching-

Ishan : YOU PERVERTED MAFIA BOSS!

Shubman sighed dramatically, as if this was the biggest tragedy of his life.

Shubman _ I would let you go, but then you’d run again, and I’d have to catch you all over again.

Ishan : I AM NOT YOUR PROPERTY!

Shubman : You’re my wife, so technically, you are.

Ishan : SHUT UP! I’M NOT-

Shubman just smirked.

Ishan opened his mouth to argue but realized, he had no comeback.

And that made him even angrier.

Ishan : Ugh! I hate youy

Shubman : See you at night, wifey.

Ishan picked up a cushion and threw it at him.

Ishan : GET LOST, YOU PERVERT!

Shubman caught it midair, smirked, and walked away.

Ishan : Why did I even marry this man?

TYSM FOR READING!!!!!!

Hope you'll like it🗣️

(part 2 public karu ya nhi? It sounds boring 🙂🦶)

Bhaii yeh kitna cute haii😭😭

Look at his face, his smile ahhhh😭💐

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