Mr.Grumpy (4)

Last chapter i swear-🏃‍♀️💨

Socha Likh hi deti hu copy paste karne meh kya jata hai💅

Yeh oneshot sayd maine 2024 January meh likha hoga tab meh wattpad pe bhi nhi thi aaj notepad scroll karte karte milgya🗣️

Waise ap log neh notice toh kiya hi hoga maine writing style change kiya hai💅

(sorr-)

Age padhne se pahle thora manifesting karte hai

"thank you universe, I'm very happy to get a happy life and i manifest for ishan and Shubman’s marriage, thank you"

(aura - 99999)

Bhout din ke baad bakchodi ki purane din yaad aagye-💅

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Ishan was still in shock.

Shubman had kissed him.

Kissed him.

And then, like the grumpy menace he was, had walked off like nothing happened. Really

Now, sitting on the couch, Ishan glared at him.

Shubman, of course, was calmly reading a book.

Ishan : You seriously have nothing to say?

Shubman turns the page

Shubman : about what?

Ishan’s jaw dropped.

Ishan : ABOUT WHAT?! ABOUT THE KISS, MR. GILL.

Shubman : Oh. That.

Ishan : Oh. That?!”

Shubman sighed, finally closing his book.

Shubman : What do you want me to say, Ishan?

Ishan : I don’t know, maybe why you kissed me in front of my date?

Shubman : He wasn’t your date.

Ishan : Oh? And what was he then?

Shubman : Someone who got too close.

Ishan : So… you kissed me because you were jealous?

Shubman didn’t reply.

Ishan : you like me?

Shubman : you're annoying

Ishan : Deflecting? Oh my god, Mr. Perfect has FEELINGS.

Shubman : Go to sleep, Ishan.

Ishan : Not before you admit it.

Shubman : Fine. I like you. Happy?

Ishan’s brain short-circuited.

Ishan : Wait. Hold on. Say that again?

Shubman : I’m going to bed.

Ishan : Oh no, no, no. You don’t get to drop that and just leave.

Shubman : I regret saying it already.

Ishan grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

"Hey."

Shubman turned.

Ishan’s : I like you too, Mr. Jealous.

Shubman stared at him for a moment.

Then, without a word, he ruffled Ishan’s hair and walked off.

Ishan stood there, heart pounding, a stupid smile on his face.

Well.

That was definitely progress.

But Something had changed.

After the confession.

After the kiss.

Things weren’t the same anymore.

Ishan still teased.

Shubman still rolled his eyes.

They still bickered.

Still bantered.

But now.... there were moments.

Moments where Shubman’s hand would linger on Ishan’s wrist just a second longer.

Moments where Ishan’s gaze would drop to Shubman’s lips without realizing.

Moments where the air between them felt thick with something unspoken.

Like now.

Ishan was standing in the kitchen, scrolling on his phone, when he suddenly felt eyes on him.

He turned and caught Gillu  staring.

Ishan smirked.

Ishan : Enjoying the view, Mr. Gill?

Shubman : You’re in my way.

Ishan step closer.

Ishan : Am i?

Shubman didn’t move.

Ishan : You know, ever since you kissed me, you’ve been weird.

Shubman : You’re imagining things.

Ishan : Oh yeah? Then why do you keep looking at me?

Shubman : I don’t.

“You so do.”

Shubman sighed. “Ishan—”

But before he could finish.

Ishan.

Bold.

Reckless.

Ishan reached out and grabbed his collar.

Shubman froze.

Ishan : If you regret it, tell me now.

Shubman didn’t say anything.

Didn’t push him away.

Didn’t move at all.

Ishan swallowed, heart racing.

Ishan : Shubh…

And then, finally.

Shubman reached up, brushing his fingers against Ishan’s cheek.

Shubman : I don’t regret it

Ishan’s breath caught.

Shubman : You drive me insane.

Ishan : Good.

Shubman : You’re impossible.

Ishan : And yet, here you are.

Shubman didn’t reply.

He just stared at Ishan.

As if trying to figure out what the hell he was supposed to do with him.

And Ishan?

He was loving every second of it.

Now Ishan wanted to kiss him.

He needed to kiss him.

But there was one tiny problem

Shubman was tall.

Ishan huffed, rising onto his tiptoes, fingers gripping Shubman’s shirt for balance.

Ishan : You and your ridiculous height-

Shubman : What are you doing?

Ishan : Trying to kiss you, obviously.

Shubman : And failing.

Ishan : Why are you built like a damn skyscraper-

Before he could finish, Shubman rolled his eyes and, WITHOUT warning, gripped Ishan’s waist and lifted him up.

Ishan gasped, hands flying to Shubman’s shoulders.

"SHUBH-"

Shubman smirked.

Shubman : Better?

Ishan : You did not just pick me up like I weigh nothing.

Shubman : Would you rather keep struggling?

Ishan : You enjoy making me suffer, don’t you?

Shubman : Immensely.

Ishan almost smacked him.

Almost.

But instead, he huffed, tightened his grip, and finally leaned in.

Soft.

Warm.

Perfect.

Shubman didn’t hesitate this time.

His arms tightened around Ishan’s waist, pulling him closer as their lips moved together, slow and unhurried.

Like they had all the time in the world.

(sorry yeh kiss wala scene likhne nhi aata-😭)

When they finally broke apart, forehead resting against Shubman’s.

Ishan : Okay. That was-

Shubman smirked.

Shubman : Worth the effort?

Shut up and kiss me again.”

Shubman : As you wish.

And this time, there was no hesitation at all.

Shubman hadn’t put Ishan down yet.

Not that Ishan was complaining.

He was still in Shubman’s arms, fingers playing with the collar of his shirt, a lazy smile on his lips.

Ishan : So…

Shubman : So?

Ishan : What now?

Shubman  finally setting Ishan down but keeping his hands on his waist.

Shubman : You tell me.

Ishan : Excuse me? You kissed me first. Twice. I should be the one asking you.

Shubman : You’re exhausting.

Ishan : And yet, you’re still holding me.

Shubman immediately let go.

Ishan : Oh wow, you really just dropped me like that-

Shubman : I placed you down.

Ishan : Still hurt my feelings, Shubh.

Shubman : I am not doing this at midnight.

Ishan : Fine, let’s do something else.

Shubman : Like?

Ishan pulled him toward the couch and flopped down, patting the space next to him.

Ishan : Movie night.

Shubman : Ishan-

Ishan widened his eyes, giving him his best puppy face

Ishan : Please?

Shubman : That’s cheating.

Ishan : And yet, here you are, still standing instead of saying no.

Shubman muttered something under his breath but sat down anyway.

Ishan immediately curled up next to him, head resting against his shoulder.

Ishan : You’re so warm

Shubman tensed.

Ishan : Are you blushing, Mr. Gill?

Shubman : Go to sleep, Ishan.

Ishan : Goodnight, Shubh.

Shubman sighed.

But his arm came up.

Hesitant.

Careful.

Before finally settling around Ishan’s shoulders.

Ishan pretended not to notice.

But his smile?

It didn’t fade all night.

TYSM FOR READING, HOPE YOU'LL LIKE IT!!!!!!

THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR LOVE.

btw💅💅

I'm writing a fanfic jismeh family drama ka finishing zaruri hai so family kaisi rakhu-

Matlab ict ka family ya real family

(god knows what I'm trying to say Bruh-)

Bus bata do family meh kon kon kya kaise chaiye

(bhai pura fanfic hi unse likhwaye)