Part 6

" What ? You have a boyfriend? " Shubman asked, putting down the drink on the table .

"Noo and uncle that wasn't my boyfriend. He was my friend" Ishaan explained . His eyes popped out from his socket at the accusations.

" Oh ? But he said you were his boyfriend.Choro waise bhi tum dono acche nahi lagte the sath mai"

Okay ? Thanks ? Wtf am I supposed to say ?

" Yeahh " Ishaan said .

After a short talk of their life , They both ordered their meals as Shubman again got engrossed in his phone .

" You're so boring . " Ishaan exclaimed , his lips forming a small pout .

From his averted gaze , Shubman raised his eyebrows and asked " what ? You want me to dance? "

" No ! '' Ishaan shook his head at Shubman's questions and illustrated " talk to me ! "

Putting his phone aside , he asked " Okay what you want to talk about? "

Ishaan rolled his eyes as he said " ask me anything? "

"What was your friend's name ? " Shubman questioned tilting his head sideways , pinning Ishaan under his gaze .

Feeling intimidated by Shubman's eyes , Ishaan stuttered ," huh? Which friend? "

" The same friend with whom you used to come here... " Shubman said monotonously .

" Ohh him . That was Abhishek, My college mate. I don't know why uncle thought he was my boyfriend. I mean him and me . No way ! " Ishaan started blabbering, all his earlier nervousness dissolving into nothingness .

Ishaan was shocked when the uncle said Abhishek was his lover . It's true that he used to come here often with him because Mayank had extra coaching after college . So Abhishek ultimately became his choice .

Shubman hummed , feeling a bit relieved. The thought of someone being Ishaan's boyfriend was a bit unsettling to him .

" So What about you ? Do you used to have a boyfriend or girlfriend ? Ishaan asked , curiously looking at him for an answer.

With the face he has , Ishaan was sure he used to be a heartthrob and must have dated quite a lot of people.

" No, " Shubman replied .

What!? He must be lying to me ! There is no way he hasn't dated anyone.

However it was true, except for an innocent crush on his bench mate in 6th grade , Shubman hadn't been interested in all these things .

All his life he only cared about three things-

His family, his studies and his books .

"you're joking! How come you have never Dated?"

Ishaan said , his eyes looking at Shubman with suspicion.

"Not interested, " Shubman replied as another waiter came with their orders.

Forgetting what he was about to say , Ishaan happily indulged himself in eating the tasty pizza. But his happy grin was replaced with a disgusted expression looking at Shubman's plate.

Grass? Is he a goat? Eww

" What are uh eat-'' Ishaan said his cheeks filled up with pizza making him look like a chipmunk as Shubman showed his palm indicating him to eat before speaking.

Gulping down the food , " what are you eating? '' Ishaan asked, still looking at Shubman's food with a disgusted expression.

" Food? "

" Yeah I can see that but who eats salad ? "

" Someone who cares about their body, " Shubman said and looked at Ishaan's pizza . " Do you know how unhealthy pizza is ? "

" Ahh I get it now ! You're a doctor obviously you will say such things " ishaan said , taking a large bite of the pizza slice .

"Wha- one minute " Shubman was interrupted by a call as he excused himself from the table . While paying no heed to Shubman , Ishaan was immersed in devouring his pizza .

Pizza is equal to heaven on earth and when you're hungry it tastes even better . He moaned in pleasure

A few minutes later , Shubman ended his call and looked at Ishaan, "I have an emergency in hospital, so I will be taking my leave . " He said and made his way outside the restaurant in a hurry .

Ishaan stared at the door from where he just vanished and sighed .

Cleaning his finger , he called His mother Asking about their whereabouts and went there ,joining them in their shopping spree .

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6 days later .

Proofreading the script in front of him , Ishaan put it aside and yawned before getting up to have something. He had been working on the script since last night and finally it's done .

Placing his hand on his stomach he said ," you must be Hungry ! Huh let's feed you something"

" Yeah I also think that , the faster the better "

He overheard her mother talking on the phone about something but currently food was the priority so he went directly inside the kitchen.

Sitting on the table with a food plate , he busy himself with eating.

" Ishaan beta go and buy some chicken. I will be making butter chicken today" Mrs Kishan said after she ended the call .

The morsel of dal chawal in his hand fell down upon hearing chicken . His mouth already watered thinking about delicious chicken melting in his mouth .

After finishing his meal , he hastily went outside to buy the chicken and came back . Putting the chicken on kitchen's counter .

He drank some cold water directly from the fridge.

" Offo ishaan how many times I told you not to drink cold water directly after coming from the sun. You will get sick "

Pouting, he put the water inside and sat on the kitchen counter, popping the cashews she cutted for the dish .

" Um mom, what were you talking about earlier, something about faster and better hmm? " He questioned as he remembered and put one more cashews .

" It was about your engagement date . Mrs Gill's priest said that after 2 weeks is the best date for engagement and just after 1 week marriage date otherwise the next best date is only after 6 months, so she was asking me about my opinion."

Mrs Kishan explained as she glared at Ishaan who was continuously eating the chopped dry fruits .

" Mom ! Please tell me you said after 6 months is more good " Ishaan emphasizes pleading her to say yes .

" No, after 6 months is a very long time " Mrs Kishan not understanding her son's inner turmoil.

Kya matlab 3 hafte baad meri shaadi and mujhe hi nahi pata iske baare . Mom ek baar to mujhse puch liya karo . Meri hi shaadi ho rahi hai .

" Mom, seriously! Why are you so eager to get rid of me? Don't you love me ? Don't you want to stay with me ?" Ishaan questioned , feeling a lump in throat as his eyes turned glassy.

Mrs kishan gasped in shock hearing what ishaan had thought about all this , " Ishu baby why are you saying things like that ? I love you My little one , why won't I like to stay with you hmm ?" Embracing her son in an attempt to console her son .

She couldn't see Ishaan like this . Smile suits her son more .

" You're my everything ishaan hmm . " she said, kissing Ishaan's forehead lovingly.

" Acha to phir ye saare kaaju mujhe khane dijiye"

He said to lighten the atmosphere

" No " Mrs Kishan denied and went to what she was doing earlier but now with a heavy heart .

Till today she thought she was doing the right thing but after hearing what ishaan just said , she couldn't help but feel what if she's doing a mistake .

Later in the evening, Ishaan was cuddled up with Prithvi watching whatever his mother was watching.

" Mummy, is the food ready? " He asked for the 100th time magically Hoping the dish would be ready the next time he would ask for it .

" Ishaan have patience and call Shubman to come here "

He hummed before taking his phone when he realized what his mother had said.

" You mean Shubman Gill ?" he questioned.

" Yes and how many Shubman do you know beside him ? " She sassed

Staring at his phone in confusion, he couldn't decipher why His mother would ask Shubman to come here . " Mom, why do you want me to call him?"

" Oh butter chicken is his favorite and Mrs gill isn't in Delhi also so it would be better that he eat here . After all he is a family now " she said and teased Ishaan with the last line .

" I don't have his number" He said as a matter of fact and buried his face in Prithvi's neck .

" Call him from my phone then " he whined before picking up his mother's phone .

His eyes almost got blind the moment he opened her phone and immediately dimmed the screen brightness.

What's up with mother and high brightness?

Scrolling through the contact , he at last found Shubman and hesitated before clicking on the call option.

" Mom, he is a very busy person, I don't think so we should disturb him " he said but gulped seeing Mrs Kishan glaring at him .

So he decided to fake a call and act like he was actually calling him .

Huh you're so smart ish . Giving an imaginary pat on his back ,he grinned proudly.

" Hmm hello ... wo umm actually mom was asking you to come here and have dinner with us . But it's okay if you can't come . " he said on the line and waited as if someone was on the other line

" Huh? Oh you have an important appointment, so you can't come . It's okay we understand - " his words were interrupted as the phone started ringing for real .

Biting his tongue he cursed his fortune.

Wow , just wow .

" Ishaan ! " Mrs Kishan scolded and took the phone from Ishaan's hand, deciding to call Shubman herself.

Pouting his lips he again sat on the couch and picked up prithvi In his hands , "You Know , the more I try to stay away from him , the closer I am getting to him . And the fact he most probably would be my husband in 3 weeks makes all these things more crazy ."

A while later , the doorbell rang as Ishaan stood up to open the door . please don't be him

Opening the door , he was met with Shubman staring at him . Oh it's him .

" Hi Shubman" he greeted and stood aside so he could come inside .

" Hi ishaan " he greeted and gave ishaan a hamper.

Oh wow

"Oh who was thee- oh Shubman beta . Come sit here " Mrs Kishan smiled generously at Shubman and motioned him to sit on the sofa .

Giving a smile to her , he greeted her and sat on the sofa . While Ishaan was going in his room he halted in his steps hearing Mrs Kishan.

" Ishaan sit with Shubman"

Sighing, he turned around and sat on the couch far away from Shubman as if had some congenital disease.

Silence prevailed between them as they both stared at the drama going on the television.

However it was not long before it was broken by Mrs Kishan.

" Why are you sitting so far away, Ishaan ? " Mrs Kishan said , placing the water at the small table .

Talk to him was silent however Ishaan understood her mother with the look she just gave him .

Scooting closer to him , Ishaan said , " I thought you were a busy person "

" That I am " Shubman replied

" But right now you don't look like one ". Ishaan commented in mockery.

" What do you mean by that ? Should I be always working? " Shubman asked and stared at Ishaan .

" Well perhaps " he shrugged

" You're an idiot if you think like that "

" Haa, how dare you call me an idiot ! "Ishaan gasped, offended by what Shubman just said .

" Well I said if " he too shrugged just like how Ishaan did a few seconds ago .

" Uh please! Why are you always getting on my nerves !? " whining, his lips pouting as he started watching the tv , crossing his arms . Exactly depicting a kid who was denied to have more chocolate.

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Post dinner , Ishaan was opening the hamper which Shubman had given him earlier.

" Ishaan what is this ? " Mrs Kishan said as she realized it was not here before.

" Oh this . Shubman brought it "

" Shubman beta what was the need of this ? " Mrs kishan asked Shubman .

"I was coming here for the first time and mom always says never go to anyone's house empty handed " he illustrated and smiled .

Mrs Kishan smiled at the younger and all her earlier doubts regarding this marriage evaporated, surely he is the best one she could find for her son.

Ishaan put one of the chocolate from the hamper in his mouth before changing the channel to news.

On the other hand , Shubman was putting on his shoes to leave . "Well I should be leaving now . Thanks for the dinner "

The moment Mrs Kishan opened the main door , she immediately closed it as winds were blowing very harshly.

" I think you shouldn't drive in such weather. It might be dangerous" Mrs Kishan said, her voice filled with concern.

" oh it's just some winds , I will be okay inside the car" Shubman reasoned .

" Well mom is right. And the road to your home is blocked as heavy rainfall along with hailstorm might strike , so it's better not to to travel "

Ishaan interjected.

Already caring for your future hubby ~

His subconscious teased as he made a puking face .

Me? Caring for that Shubman ? What a joke ! He can go to hell for all I care .

Sure sure ~ his mind refuted as Ishaan shook his head to get rid of this .

" See , now no is not even an option. You're staying for the night " Mrs Kishan uttered with authority.

"Okay " Shubman agreed , well what else can he even do ?

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Ishaan was cleaning his room as Shubman was going to stay here .

He put his hands on his sides and huffed after cleaning the room .

Wow, my room looks so nice . I will clean my room everyday like this .

He was grinning ,When his room's door opened , turning around he saw Shubman coming towards him taking large steps .

His eyes went wide as Shubman pushed him onto the bed and got on top of him placing his lips onto his lips .

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Author's note ;

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Umm I hope you enjoyed reading this🤍.