Idiots In Love (4)

Last chapter!!!!!

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The wedding day arrived, and with it, pure madness.

Ishan was buzzing with energy, practically bouncing around the venue in his kurta, while Shubman followed behind, pretending not to stare.

But he stared.

A lot.

Because Ishan looked good.

Like, too good.

And Shubman’s heart?

Yeah, that was in danger.

Yeah.

And finally T-H-E Arrival of Trouble

Everything was fine.... until he showed up.

A family friend.

Tall, charming, and clearly interested in Ishan.

Too interested.

And Ishan?

Being Ishan, was completely oblivious to the guy’s obvious flirting.

Laughing at his jokes, playfully hitting his arm, leaning in way too close.

Shubman?

Losing his mind.

He clenched his jaw, watching from a distance as the guy whispered something in Ishan’s ear, making him laugh even harder.

Ishan’s hand even rested on the guy’s arm for a second.

That was it.

Shubman snapped.

He marched over, grabbed Ishan by the wrist, and pulled him back.

Ishan : Oye? Kya hua?

Shubman glared at the guy.

Shubman : Thoda distance maintain kar sakte ho?

The guy raised an eyebrow.

Guy :  Aur tum kaun hote ho bolne wale?

Shubman’s eyes darkened.

Shubman : Main?

He stepped closer, pulling Ishan even tighter to his side.

Shubman : Main uska best friend hoon.

guy : Best friend? Lag toh nahi raha.

Shubman smirked, eyes sharpen.

Shubman : Tumhe lagta kya hai, usse farak padta hai?

Ishan, still trying to process, finally snapped out of it.

Ishan : Arre bhai, relax. Kya kar raha hai?

But Shubman wasn’t listening.

His heart was racing, his mind clouded with jealousy.

And before he could think-

He turned Ishan around, cupped his face, and kissed him.

Right there.

In front of everyone. YEAH!!!!

The world blurred.

Ishan’s eyes widened in shock, but he didn’t pull away.

Because the moment Shubman’s lips touched his, something clicked.

It felt right.

Too right. Literally the best feeling

Of confusion.

When Shubman finally pulled back, breathing heavily, Ishan just stared at him.

Ishan : Shub…

he whispered, completely dazed.

Shubman, realizing what he did, stepped back.

Shubman : I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-

But Ishan grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

Ishan : Wait.

Shubman froze.

Ishan’s heart was racing, his mind spinning.

But deep down, he knew.

This wasn’t just a best friend thing.

Not anymore.

Later That Night,

Back at Ishan’s apartment, the silence was heavy.

They had barely spoken since the kiss.

Ishan was pacing in the living room while Shubman sat on the couch, staring at the floor.

Finally, Ishan stopped, took a deep breath, and turned to him.

Ishan : Shubhi

Shubman looked up, eyes vulnerable.

Ishan walked over, sitting next to him.

Ishan : Why did you kiss me?

Shubman swallowed hard.

Shubman : I.. I

he started, then stopped, running a hand through his hair.

Shubman : I’ve been in love with you for a while, Ishu

he finally whispered.

Shubman : I just… couldn’t hold it in anymore.

Ishan’s heart stopped.

The room felt too quiet, too intense.

For a moment, he didn’t say anything.

Then, he smiled softly, reaching out to cup Shubman’s face.

Ishan : Shubhi.. .. I didn’t love you like that before… but after today?

He leaned in, resting his forehead against Shubman’s.

Ishan : I think I’m falling.

Shubman’s breath hitched, his eyes searching Ishan’s.

And then-

They kissed again.

This time, slow, soft, and full of emotions they had both been hiding for too long.

When they finally pulled apart, Ishan grinned.

Ishan : So, does this mean I still get to be the little spoon?

Shubman laughed, pulling him into another hug.

Shubman : We’ll negotiate.

The next morning, they woke up tangled together, arms and legs everywhere.

Shubman’s head was resting on Ishan’s chest, while Ishan had his arms wrapped tightly around Shubman, his fingers  playing with his hair.

For a moment, they just lay there, basking in the newness of it all.

But of course, Ishan being Ishan couldn’t keep quiet for long.

Ishan : Shubhi

Shubman : Hmm?

Ishan : I still get to be the little spoon tonight, right?

Shubman groaned, burying his face deeper into Ishan’s chest.

Shubman : Ishu, we literally just became boyfriends. Can we not start this war again?

Ishan chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to Shubman’s forehead.

Ishan : Nope. Terms and conditions apply, Mr. Gill.

Shubman lifted his head, giving him a mock glare.

Shubman : You’re impossible.

Ishan : And you love me for it.

Shubman sighed dramatically, flopping back onto Ishan’s chest.

Shubman : Unfortunately, yes.

Later that morning, after dragging themselves out of bed and managing to look semi-decent, they headed over to the wedding venue for breakfast.

But as soon as they walked in, trouble hit.

KL Rahul, Harry bhaiya, and Virat were already there, sipping their tea like the nosy elders they were pretending to be.

The moment they spotted Ishan and Shubman, they exchanged knowing looks.

KL : Arre arre, look who finally decided to show up. Had a late night, boys?

Ishan rolled his eyes, trying to act normal.

Ishan : Yeah, we were… uh… tired from all the dancing.

Virat : Oh, really? Just dancing, huh?

Harry bhaiya leaned forward, eyes twinkling.

Harry : Or did you both have some other kind of performance? Huh?

Ishan choked on his orange juice, while Shubman just facepalmed.

Ishan : Bhaiya!

Ishan squeaked, his ears turning red.

KL Rahul chuckled, patting Shubman’s back.

Kl : So, when’s the wedding? Should we start prepping?

Shubman : You guys are worse than aunties at a shaadi.

But Ishan, ever the troublemaker, grinned.

Ishan : Bhaiya, don’t give him ideas. Shubhi might actually propose right here just to shut you all up.

Shubman : Don’t tempt me, Ishu.

And just like that, the teasing multiplied.

After breakfast, they all hung out at Ishan’s place, sprawled on the couch, laughing over stupid things.

Ishan and Shubman were glued together, arms wrapped around each other like they had been doing this forever.

At one point, Ishan started tickling Shubman out of nowhere, and Shubman squealed

yes.

squealed. trying to escape.

But Ishan was relentless.

Ishan : You thought you could win the little spoon war, huh?”

he teased, poking Shubman’s sides.

Shubman, breathless from laughing, finally tackled Ishan back onto the couch, pinning him down.

Okay, okay! You win!

But Ishan wasn’t done.

With a mischievous grin, he whispered

Ishan : Say Ishan is the best boyfriend in the world.

Shubman chuckled, leaning down until their foreheads touched.

Shubman : Ishan is the best boyfriend in the world

Ishan’s heart melted.

Ishan : Damn right I am.

And then they were kissing again, completely oblivious to their friends groaning and throwing pillows at them.

(Sirf pura din chumma chati. Karna hi-)

KL Rahul : God, they’re disgusting. But like… in a cute way.

Virat : I give them two weeks before they start planning the wedding.

Harry : And we’ll be right there, front row, cheering them on.

Shubman pulled back from Ishan, grinning.

Shubman : Guess we better start thinking about that proposal, huh?

Ishan laughed, his eyes sparkling.

Ishan : Better make it good, Mr. Gill. I have high standards.

Shubman kissed his forehead, whispering,

Shubman : For you? Only the best.

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