Prettiest Dream (3)

I tried my best to not write something cringe but my whole existence is cringe 🧘‍♀️💅

(mafi chahati hu)

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Later that day, Ishan decided to commit a crime of his own one that was far more dangerous than any of Shubman’s mafia dealings:

'Wearing a tight black shirt.'

It was innocent enough, really.

He just wanted to look cute for once.

(Not that he wasn’t always cute-

he was. Obviously.)

But today, he had plans to meet an old friend from college, Riyan, who was visiting after years.

Ishan pranced around the mansion, adjusting his hair, humming a song under his breath, completely oblivious to the pair of sharp eyes burning holes into the back of his head.

Shubman was watching from the living room, his jaw clenched, arms crossed, eyes narrowed like a predator who just spotted his prey trying to escape.

And Ishan? Clueless.

Shubman : Where are you going, sweetheart?

Shubman asked, his voice smooth but dangerously low.

Ishan : Oh! Riyan is in town. You remember him, right? We were in the same college.

Shubman’s eye twitched.

Riyan.

The name sounded like a threat.

Ishan : We’re just having coffee. It’s been ages! I’m so excited. He used to help me with math. Such a sweetheart, really-

Shubman stood up.

Shubman : Sweetheart?

Ishan : Yeah, I mean friendly sweetheart. Not like, you sweetheart. Obviously.

Shubman’s jaw tightened.

Shubman : Obviously.

Ishan didn’t notice the dark cloud forming around his mafia husband.

Ishan : He’s waiting downstairs. I’ll be back soon!

He grabbed his phone and headed toward the door.

Big mistake.

Before he could even touch the handle, Shubman’s hand shot out, gripping his wrist.

Ishan turned, surprised.

Ishan : Huh?

Shubman : I’ll come with you.

Ishan : Why? It’s just coffee.

Shubman didn’t let go.

Shubman : Exactly. Just coffee.

His eyes darkened, a sharp contrast to his calm voice.

Ishan : Are you… okay?

Shubman leaned closer, his grip tightening slightly.

Shubman : I’m fine. Are you? Because you seem to have forgotten you’re married.

Ishan gasped, offended.

Ishan : OH PLEASE. I’m not running off to elope with Riyan.

Shubman:  You’d never get the chance.

Ishan : Are you... wait.. are you JEALOUS?!!

Shubman scoffed, dropping his hand.

Shubman : Don’t be ridiculous.

Ishan grinned, sensing weakness.

Ishan : YOU ARE JEALOUS!

Shubman : I am not.

Ishan : You SO are

Shubman : Am not.

Ishan : ARE TOO

Shubman rolled his eyes, walking back to the couch like he didn’t care.

Shubman : Go. Have your coffee.

Ishan : You’re mad.

Shubman : I’m not.

Ishan : You’re MAD.

Shubman picked up a book, flipping it open aggressively.

Shubman : Not mad...

Ishan smirked, walking backward toward the door.

Ishan : Okayyy, I’ll just go then-

Before he could turn the knob, Shubman’s voice snapped like a whip:

Shubman : Come back in an hour.

Ishan : Or what?

Shubman didn’t even look up.

Shubman : Or I’ll come find you. And trust me, sweetheart...

he finally glanced up, eyes dark and sharp.

Shubman : you won’t like my version of coffee.

Ishan gulped.

Ishan : ON SECOND THOUGHT

he blurted, spinning around,

Ishan : I DON’T EVEN LIKE COFFEE.

Shubman smirked.

And after some minutes.

Ishan stomped back into the living room, dramatically standing front of the  couch beside Shubmana with a loud sigh.

Ishan : i canceled the coffee

he announced, like he deserved a medal.

Shubman didn’t even look up from his book.

Shubman : Good.

Ishan : GOOD? That’s all you have to say? I just sacrificed my social life because my husband is an overgrown, possessive coconut!!!

Shubman : A coconut?

Ishan : Yes

Ishan : Hard on the outside, no emotions, and full of ugh- COCONUTNESS!!

Shubman slowly turned his head, eyebrow raised.

Shubman : Coconutness isn’t even a word.

Ishan : Shut up

Ishan growled, slumping against the armrest with a dramatic sigh, muttering under his breath,

Ishan : Jealous psycho…

Shubman’s lip twitched slightly, but he kept his cool.

Shubman : I’m not jealous.

Ishan : YOU. ARE. JEALOUS.

Shubman : I am not.

Ishan : You so are

Ishan poked his arm.

Ishan : Your face literally turns into a grumpy emoji whenever someone breathes near me.

Shubman set his book down slowly, his patience thinning.

Shubman : Do you enjoy provoking me?

Ishan : Oh, absolutely.

In a flash, Shubman leaned over, pinning Ishan against the couch with one hand on the armrest and the other gripping Ishan’s jaw gently, tilting his face up.

Ishan’s breath hitched.

Butterflies?

No. A whole zoo.

Shubman : You think it’s funny?"

Ishan swallowed hard, eyes wide.

Ishan : A little bit--

Before he could finish, Shubman’s lips crashed onto his, hot and demanding, stealing the words (and possibly his soul) right out of his mouth.

Ishan squirmed, trying to pretend he wasn’t melting inside, but Shubman’s hand slid to his waist, pulling him closer until their bodies were flush.

When Shubman finally pulled back, his lips just a whisper away from Ishan’s, he smirked.

Shubman : Still funny?

Ishan : Huh?

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

Shubman : Exactly.

Ishan regained his sass within seconds.

Ishan : You think you can kiss me to win an argument?

Shubman leaned in again, voice a low purr.

Shubman : It’s working, isn’t it?

Ishan opened his mouth to argue but-

Shubman kissed him again.

Unfair.

When they finally pulled apart, Ishan was breathless.

Ishan : Y-You’re impossible

Shubman smirked, leaning back casually.

Shubman : And yet, you canceled your coffee for me.

Ishan grabbed a pillow and hit him with it.

Ishan : JEALOUS PSYCHO

Shubman caught the pillow mid-air, laughing softly

Shubman : Your jealous psycho.

And Ishan well

He couldn’t argue with that.

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