Next To You🌷

“hurt me and tell me you're mine”

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“Their journey wasn’t perfect, but it was theirs, and that was enough.”

Ishan, a bubbly personality who was getting marriage to a unknown person.

His parents decided his marriage with their friend's son.

Ishan was feeling mix of shock and anger as his parents arrange his marriage with someone who was still stranger to him.

Ish/m : hamari baat samjhe ki koshish to karo beta, woh aacha ladka hai.

Ish/d : ham mana nhi kar skte ab, hamare liye karlo ishu.

Ishan don't reply, he walk into his room and slam the door.

First meet

The hall was decorated elegantly, yet Ishan couldn’t stop his thoughts about his soon to be husband.

Shubman - a tall, well dressed man with sharp jawline that made everyone in the room look twice.

Ishan’s breath hitched.

"Yeh banda kitna handsome hai"

Shubman glance at Ishan who was looking at him more likely staring him.

He sat across from Ishan, offering a polite nod.

As Ishan have bubbly personality he couldn't stay still.

Ishan : heiii

Shubman : hm, tum ishan hona?

Ishan : haa, apko kaise pata?

Shubman :*roll his eyes* we're going to get marriage soon.

Ishan just smile nervously.

Shubman : Tumhe shaadi karni hai?

Ishan : ha-i means no... Main... haan, matlab, mujhe toh ap pasand ha--

He immediately place his hand on his mouth.

Shubman look at with little grin on his face.

Shubman : Pasand? Tum mujhe jaante bhi nahi.

Ishan :Pasand toh karna padega na Waise bhi... aap acche lagte ho

For the first time, Shubman seemed taken aback but quickly masked it.

Shubman : Dekho, I’m not really into this. Par parents ki wajah se kar raha hoon. So don’t expect much.

Their parents enters,

Mr gill: beta tum dono aleke thora time spend karo.

Ish/d : haa thoda ek dushre ko jano.

Ishan all focus was on Shubman,

Shubman : chalo

Ishan and shubman walk towards the garden behind the mantion.

Ishan : apt hora dhree nhi chal skte kya

Shubman : kyu kya hogya?

Ishan : ap itne bare ho main *he points towards himself*

Shubman’s lips twitched, but he said nothing.

After marriage

Shubman spent most of his time at work, leaving Ishan alone in their lavish mantion.

But Ishan didn’t mind; he found joy in decorating their home, cooking meals, and waiting for Shubman to return.

Ishan laying in front of shubman yapping as usual.

Shubman was doing his work but distracted by Ishan.

Ishan : itna serious hone ka kya jarurat abhi smile bhi kar liya karo, yeh aisi zindagi meh apko  maza kaise pata hai maine socha tha ap serious hoge per itna--

Shubman : kitna bolte ho tum.

Ishan :*pout* Matlab main irritating hu?

Shubman : are maine aise kab kaha-

Ishan : apka Matlab wahi tha

Shubman : aise nhi hai

Ishan : main samjhgya, tum bure ho.

*he take his pillow and stand up from bed*

Shubman : kaha jaa rhe ho-

Ishan : mujhe baat mat karo.

*he turn around and about to walk but shubman hold his wrist*

Shubman : Ishan

Ishan : huh

Shubman : Ishan gill!

*Ishan heart skips a beat at Shubman's words, his cheeks turn red but he don't move*

*Shubman pulled him and unexpectedly ishan fall on his lap*

*they look at each other for a while and ishan realise what position he was in. He immediately stand up and run outside the room*

At nigh night shubman walks inside Ishan asleep on the couch, a blanket haphazardly covering him.

He sighed, lifting Ishan gently and placing him on the bed.

Shubman : tum pagal ho?

Ishan stirred, his eyes fluttering open.

Ishan : Aap aa gaye?

Shubman : Haan. Tum yahan kyun so rahe the?

Ishan : woh... Ha main apke gussa tha.

Shubman : ha? Kyu?

Ishan : mujhe irritating bola.

Shubman : mera woh Matlab nhi Tha, Ishan, believe me.

Ishan : choro ap bhi kya jaad rakhoge.

For the first time, Shubman felt a pang in his chest—a feeling he couldn’t quite place.

The next morning, Ishan woke up with a slight fever.

He tried to hide it, but Shubman noticed when Ishan’s face turned pale during breakfast.

Shubman : are you Okey?

Ishan : haa main Theek hu.

Shubman : *frowned* Zyada natak mat karo. Tumhe fever hai

Before Ishan could protest, Shubman called the doctor

Despite his cold attitude, he stayed by Ishan's side the entire day.

Ishan : , aapko kaam nahi karna

Shubman : Kaam zaruri hai, lekin abhi tum zyada zaruri ho.

Shubman replied, adjusting the blanket over Ishan.

Ishan : woh ek baat puchu?

Shubman : hmm

Ishan : apko hassna nhi aata?

Shubman : Agar tumhe hasane ka shock hai, toh koshish karo.

Ishan : kitna pareshan karte ho ap, per apko mere liye chinta hai.

*Ishan said Randomly*

Shubman : *role his eyes* Tumhare jaise bacchon ki chinta karni padti hai

Ishan : main bachha nhi hu!!

Shubman : lagte toh ho.

Ishan threw pillow at him.

Shubman caught the pillow effortlessly and chuckled.

It was the first time Ishan heard him laugh, and it made his heart flutter.

Days passed, and Ishna noticed something strange happening.

Shubman wasn’t warm, but he wasn’t as cold as he used to be.

Every now and then, Shubman would give him small gestures

Like offering to take him out for lunch, asking if he needed anything, or simply looking out for him when he looked lost in a crowd.

Ishaan was in the kitchen, attempting to make dinner.

Flour was  on his cheek, and the smell of something burnt wafted through the house.

Shubman : Tum kar kya raha ho?”

Ishan : Khud khana banane ki koshish kar raha hoon

Ishaan said, holding up a misshapen roti.

Ishan : Dekho, perfect round

Shubman : Tum baitho, main order kar leta hoon.

Ishan : Nahi! Main karunga!”

Ishaan almost tripping over himself as he tried to stop Shubman.

Before Ishaan could fall, Shubman caught his arm, pulling him close.

For a moment, their eyes met.

One evening, as they sat together at dinner, Ishan couldn’t hold back any longer.

Ishan : Shubman... I feel like there’s something between us I

Ishan said hesitantly, looking up at him.

Shubman : What do you mean?

Ishan : I don’t know... it’s just... when we’re together, I feel like we’re connected. Like... like there’s more to this than just the marriage.

Ishan’s voice trembled slightly as he spoke, his heart racing.

Shubman didn’t respond right away.

He simply took a sip of water, his eyes never leaving Ishan’s face.

Ishan : I But I... I care about you. I think I’m starting to...

Shubman : love you...?

Ishan look at him, mix of shock and fear.

Ishan : hm-

Shubman : i know there is something, something i really wanna tell you.. I care for you.. Give you many sighs but you idiot still not realise what i actually means too

Ishan : kya Matlab apka?

Shubman : Okey imagine person who don't believe in love start to care for someone, take him out for lunch or dinner, buy him his favourite chocolates, listen to his yapping and tantrums. What that means?

Ishan : that's clear, he is in love.

Shubman : so do i.

Ishan : *blush* hah-

Shubman : do i care for you?

Ishan : yes..

Shubman : do u take you out for date??

Ishan : you do...

Shubman : do i buy you your favourite chocolates?

Ishan : hm

Shubman : do listen to you nonsense?

Ishan : yes

Shubman : then what that means?

Ishan : you're in love-

Shubman : yes that clear.

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