Prettiest Dream (2)

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Prettiest dream of mine.

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The clock struck 11 PM, and Ishan was lying on the massive bed, wrapped in a fluffy blanket, scrolling through his phone.

The mansion was silent, except for the ticking of the clock and the occasional rustling of the curtains from the cool night breeze.

Perfect.

Shubman hadn’t returned to their bedroom yet.

Maybe he had some mafia business to handle.

Or maybe he finally decided to let him sleep in peace.

Just as he relaxed, the door creaked open.

Ishan froze.

Footsteps echoed in the dimly lit room as Shubman entered, shirt unbuttoned at the top, sleeves rolled up, and a smirk already playing on his lips.

Danger. Danger. DANGER.

Ishan quickly pulled the blanket over himself, trying to act casual.

Ishan : What—what are you smirking at?!!

Shubman didn’t reply.

He just locked the door.

Ishan : W-Why are you locking the door?! WHAT KIND OF PUNISHMENT WERE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!

Shubman : Oh? You actually remembered that?

Ishan : NO. I—I DON'T REMEMBER ANYTHING! AND I DON’T WANT TO KNOW!

Shubman chuckled, moving closer.

Shubman : Too bad, wifey. I do.

Ishan scrambled back, pressing himself against the headboard.

Ishan : LISTEN. We are a civilized couple. We can discuss this like mature adults. No need for-

Before he could finish, Shubman yanked the blanket off him, trapping him between his arms.

Ishan stiffened.

Shubman leaned in, lips grazing Ishan’s ear as he whispered,

Shubman :Mature adults? You, my dear troublemaker, ran from me all morning like a brat. Mature adults don’t do that.

Ishan : I—It was just exercise! You should be grateful that I’m keeping myself fit

Shubman : Oh, but you already have a perfect body, love.

His hand traced down Ishan’s arm slowly, deliberately.

Ishan :STOP IT, YOU PERVERTED MAFIA BOSS

Shubman : Did you really think you could escape after teasing me all day?

Ishan : I teased you?! WHEN?!!!

Shubman tsked, running a finger along Ishan’s jaw.

Shubman : That little chase? That pout? That blush? That adorable little glare? You tempt me every single day, jaan. And then you run?

Ishan : I-THAT WASN’T FLIRTING! THAT WAS HATING YOU

Shubman : Sure, sweetheart. If that helps you sleep at night

Ishan : IT DOES

Shubman : You’re too cute when you’re mad. It almost makes me want to-

Ishan : NOPE! STOP RIGHT THERE! I KNOW THAT LOOK!

Shubman : Oh? And what look is that?

Ishan : The I'm-about-to-do-something-stupid look!

Shubman : You mean the I’m-about-to-kiss-my-wife look?

Ishan : WAIT. HOLD ON. HOLD

But Shubman was faster.

He tilted Ishan’s chin up and closed the gap, pressing a slow, kiss against his lips.

Ishan forgot how to breathe.

The kiss was soft at first just enough to tease, enough to make Ishan’s heart race.

But then Shubman pulled him closer, deepening it, his hand sliding to cup Ishan’s cheek.

Ishan’s brain completely malfunctioned.

It wasn’t fair how good Shubman was at this.

Shubman : Hmm. Should I consider this punishment done?

Ishan : W-What the hell was that?!

Shubman : Your punishment.

Ishan : THAT WAS NOT A PUNISHMENT!

Shubman : Should I make it worse, then?

Ishan immediately smacked his chest.

Ishan : STAY. AWAY.

Shubman just chuckled, pulling Ishan into his arms instead, letting him squirm before finally settling down.

Shubman : Goodnight, wifey

he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to Ishan’s forehead.

Ishan : I hate you!!

Shubman : Sure, sweetheart. If that helps you sleep at night.

Ishan woke up feeling suspiciously warm.

That was never a good sign.

His brain took a few seconds to reboot, still fuzzy from sleep.

The bed was way too comfortable, the air smelled faintly of Shubman’s cologne, and....

Wait. Why does my pillow feel like it’s breathing?

His eyes flew open.

SHIT.

He wasn’t cuddling a pillow. He was wrapped around Shubman.

DOUBLE SHIT.

His arm was draped over Shubman’s waist, leg tangled with his, and?.... Worse his face was practically nuzzled into his husband’s bare chest.

TRIPLE SHIT.

Shubman was awake. And smirking.

Shubman : Good morning, wifey.

Ishan shot up like he’d been electrocuted. "WHAT THE-WHY AM I-HOW DID WE-

Shubman : You climbed onto me in your sleep, sweetheart. I just let you be.

Ishan : I—WHAT—NO—I DID NOT!

Shubman : Hmm? So you’re saying I dragged you into my arms in my sleep?

Ishan : YES! OBVIOUSLY! YOU’RE A POSSESSIVE MAFIA BOSS! WHO ELSE WOULD DO IT?

Shubman chuckled, brushing a thumb over Ishan’s flushed cheek.

Shubman : Cute. Keep denying it, but you’re the one who couldn’t sleep without hugging me.

Ishan : LIES! SLANDER! I SLEPT FAR AWAY FROM YOU!

Shubman : Sure, sweetheart. If that helps you sleep at night.

Ishan threw a pillow at his face.

Shubman : STOP SAYING THAT

Shubman caught it midair

Shubman : But I do love watching you sleep, you know. You talk in your sleep too.

Ishan froze.

Horror crept up his spine.

Shubman : You called my name last night.

Ishan’s soul left his body for the second time

Ishan : I-NO-THAT’S-

Shubman : Shubuuu~ don’t tease me~ I’m innocent~

he mimicked in a high-pitched, mocking voice.

Ishan turned twenty shades of red

Ishan : YOU’RE LYING!

Shubman : Am I?

Ishan screamed into the pillow.

After a long moment of internal suffering, he whipped around, pointing a finger at his husband.

Ishan : I AM SLEEPING IN A DIFFERENT ROOM FROM NOW ON!

Shubman : No, you’re not.

Ishan : I AM

Shubman : You’re not, sweetheart."

Ishan : YOU CAN’T STOP ME

Shubman : Oh? You really think you can escape my room, my security, and my guards just because you had a little embarrassing moment?

Ishan froze.

Shubman smirked, brushing a strand of messy hair from Ishan’s face.

Shubman : Nice try, love. But you belong here.

Ishan : THIS IS KIDNAPPING! THIS IS ILLEGAL! THIS IS-

Shubman pulled him closer, lips brushing against Ishan’s burning ear.

Shubman :  This is marriage, jaan. Get used to it.

Ishan shrieked.

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