Shoulder to sleep on

Ishan jolted awake as the plane hit a pocket of turbulence, wiping drool off his lips with the back of his hand.

He blinked groggily, trying to process his surroundings.

"Are we there yet?" he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

"Yeah, we're about to land," Aryan replied casually, adjusting his seatbelt.

Ishan stretched lazily, but then his gaze caught on something. His stomach dropped. Right there, on Aryan’s shoulder, was a very obvious pink lipstick mark…a wet patch caused by his drooling.

Panic seized him.

"Dude! You could've woken me up!" he hissed, horrified. "I ruined your shirt!"

Aryan glanced down at his shoulder, then back at Ishan with a small, amused smirk. "I don’t mind."

"You don’t mind?!", Ishan gawked at him. " I drooled on you! That’s disgusting!"

Aryan shrugged. "I actually like it that way."

Ishan’s jaw dropped. "WHAT?!"

Aryan's grin faltered as he realized his mistake.

"NO! No, I mean—I don’t mind getting lipstick marks on my body—I mean, my shirt—I mean, I don’t mind your head on my—Oh, for god’s sake." He groaned, rubbing his temples.

The woman sitting behind them leaned over to her husband, giggling softly.

"I wish you were this romantic," she whispered, loud enough for both Ishan and Aryan to hear. "They look so cute together!"

"Sumitra, we have a kid", The husband chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "I think my romantic days peaked when I didn’t accidentally fall asleep during date night."

Sumitra rolled her eyes but smiled.

"You know, she was the one who calmed me down earlier," she said, gesturing toward Ishan. "She even fixed my makeup when I was freaking out about losing my lipstick. Such a sweetheart."

"Oh, I can’t thank you enough.", The husband turned to Ishan, his expression warm but slightly teasing. " If it weren’t for you calming my wife down, our entire vacation would’ve been a disaster. You’re a lifesaver."

Ishan didn’t know what to say. He just nodded awkwardly, his face already heating up.

"And I hope you two enjoy your honeymoon!" the husband added with a grin, clearly enjoying himself.

"Oh, they will," Sumitra added, leaning forward slightly, She caught Ishan’s eye, and winked. "The lube will make sure of that."

Ishan’s entire body went rigid. He was pretty sure his face was now the same shade as a ripe tomato. He sank deeper into his seat, desperately wishing he could phase through it and disappear.

His heart fluttered wildly - that same strange, unwelcome feeling he’d gotten when Aryan hugged him for the first time. He stole a glance at Aryan, only to find him staring back, his face equally red.

Their eyes met. Their blush deepened.

Then, as if on cue, they both jerked their heads away, staring intensely in opposite directions like two teenagers caught doing something they shouldn’t have.

Finally, the plane touched down, bringing an end to what felt like the most awkward moment of Ishan’s life. As the seatbelt sign dinged off, he let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

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Hi readers, apologies for the short chapter 😅... I had to rewrite this chapter because I couldn't figure out how to move further so I just gave up and published this chapter...

Now, I am working on the chapter that I have a clear Idea about which I will probably publish tommorrow

P.S. - I wonder if people actually like this story at all..

I don't run after Votes or anything but I see literally no interactions at all...

I will continue writing this story because I love to write about those two love birds.

but I lose motivation when people just shout "Need more chapters!!" , instead of saying something about thats happening inside this chapter.