Part 19

“So were you bottom or top?” Ishan clapped his hands as his eyes shined in mischief. He sized him up.

Mayank coughed at the sudden private question but before he could say anything Ishan commented.

“By the art on your neck , You seem to be a bottom”

Mayank frowned as he felt his ego hurting a bit. Though it was true, he doesn't need to know that.

“What ! No . I was the top”  Ishan gave a look clearly displaying he didn't believe him.

“For real!” Mayank increased his pitch trying to make him believe but Ishan rolled his eyes.

“Ye ye and I am Harry Styles tch” Mayank sticks his tongue out. “ Don't act like you're a top. Everyone knows you're a bottom”

Ishan glared at Him, “oh please”

“Yes please . have you look at Shubman. He clearly looks like adonis bruh”

Well Ishan was tongue tied at this , Shubman really resembles some Greek god. His thoughts went back to some hour ago when Shubman was packing his bag . Those muscles look so lickable.

Fudge it Ishan ! You pervert!

Now to change the topic of Him and Shubman, he looked at Mayank mischievously .

“Well do you realize that it was supposed to be my wedding night but instead you celebrated it.”

Mayank picked up a cushion and threw it at his face before going inside the bathroom. “Fuck you !?”

“Eww no” ishan replied as he laughed. His perfect set of teeth on full display.

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Next day.

The plane reached Delhi airport at the stipulated time as Ishan got out of the plane followed by Mrs Kishan and Mayank . There were some relatives too but he couldn't care less about them.

“Ah such fresh air” Ishan sarcastically commented as soon as he got out of the airport.

Mayank laughed as he stretched his limbs .

“Yes nice fresh and pure air of Delhi”

The air in Delhi is so polluted that it is really hard to breathe sometimes .

He picked up his luggage and Mrs Kishan luggage as he turned around to see that Mrs Kishan was still talking to Some aunty as he sighed.

Jeez mummy please . For the love of God let's go. Gharpe jaake aaram se call PE baat kar lijiyega.

Mayank was already sitting in the taxi and waved his hand as the taxi started moving, clearly mocking him as he still had to wait .

Ishan rolled his eyes at him but they bulged out of their socket as soon as the taxi went away and Shubman came in his view .

Shubman !?

He rubbed his eyes to see if he was imagining things but no he was still here and he was even walking towards him .

A few sweat beads formed on his forehead.

He doesn't know why as soon as Shubman is near him . All his confidence dissolves.

He gulped seeing Shubman's appearance , he looks like a rich CEO rather than a surgeon.

The air grew thicker as Shubman reached near him and muttered a hello . “ Did you reach safely?”

He nodded absent-mindedly, Shubman took the luggage from his hand and clicked his finger in front of his face to get him out of his trance.

“Huh !? Ah yes ! I reached safely” he said in one breath as he blinked his eyes continuously.

Shubman's eyes filled with warmth as he felt a fuzzy feeling erupting inside him . His husband was too cute to handle sometimes .

They both stood there , gazing into each other's eyes as the world around them blended into the background and it was only them.

But their little bubble was broken down by Mrs Kishan as she saw Shubman. She knew that Shubman was coming to pick them up and also to take Ishan with Him to their new house.

She felt emotional thinking that Ishan was going away but she controlled her emotions. It was a new chapter in Ishan's life . She couldn't be sad.

Shubman was the first one to retract his gaze and smile at Mrs kishan. “ Hello aunty”

Thank God birth giver you came . Ishan , who had no idea that Shubman was coming, heaved a sigh of relief seeing Mrs Kishan.

Finally Shubman's scorching gaze wasn't on him.

After some pleasantries were exchanged, they sat inside the car with Ishan sitting on the passenger seat , Mrs Kishan on the backseat while Shubman was driving.

Shubman silently gazed at Ishan who was looking outside, his petal-like lips forming a cute pout.

Ishan frowned upon seeing that they were not heading to his house at all. You can say it was the complete opposite of the route to his house.

Is he kidnapping me??  But why would he kidnap my mother too ?

Ishan craned his neck towards Shubman, “ where are you going??” He exclaimed.

“To home”

Home? Bruh what ? Which home ! My!!

Frick he is really kidnapping me and my mother.

“Kyaa!?”

“What, what?”

“but this isn't where home  is  ! “

“. We are heading to our new house, my old flat wasn't compatible for two people” Shubman genially informed , he thought that Ishan was talking about his old flat where he used to live.

He was mostly at the hospital. That's why he decided to buy a small flat for himself because he is never there but now that he is married, he can't continue living there .

Moreover his mother will put his ass on fire if she knew that he made her precious son in law live in a 2 bhk   flat.

Ishan, who had completely forgotten the fact he is now supposed to live with Shubman, jumped on his seat and if Shubman wasn't fast enough to put his hand on Ishan’s forehead. He would have hurt his head by the headliner.

“Careful” Shubman said and retreated his hand on gear.

Ishan bit his tongue and calmed himself, he felt dumb after realizing what stupid question he was about to ask .

Obviously they are going to live together.

Live together… alone too .

His palm had cold sweat on them as he gulped , he was sure that his back also had cold sweat.

Back then in Rajasthan, he wasn't this scared even after getting married but now that they are back in Delhi.  The reality of him getting married splashed on him .

He was really a married man.

He turned his head to look at the man he married.

His gaze filled with uncertainty as he felt like puking.

He pursed his lips and turned around to look at his mother. She was way too quiet .

Mrs Kishan was sleeping against the window. There were even eye bags under her eyes as Ishan's heart ached.

His mother must have been neglecting her health all these days.

He needs to have a talk with her later on.

Shubman noticed that Ishan was looking at his mother with worried eyes. He clutched the steering wheel tightly so that his knuckles went white.

He can't break the promise he made to Mrs Kishan.

Ishan looked ahead again as he fidgeted with his fingers, he was getting nervous by passing minutes, moreover the locality where they were heading was considered the elite part of Delhi was acting as catalyst for his nervousness too.

Shubman, whose grip on the wheel loosened. The color on his knuckles came again as they turned scarlet.

Ishan was looking like a small puppy who was kicked by his owner for acting mischievously.

Shubman couldn't help but smile at Ishan's form.

His husband was aggressive but adorable.

Little cylinder. He whispered underneath his breath.

“You know you look like I am kidnapping you”Shubman teased seeing the sweat layer on Ishan's forehead.

Yes !

Ishan glared at him, “ aren't you ?”

“Well I am just taking my husband to my house . Is that considered kidnapping nowadays?” Ishan rolled his eyes and looked at Shubman who just uttered the above sentence in such a serious voice that anyone would think he was serious.

Didn't his cousins say he was as cold as ice and barely speaks. Were they really talking about this Utility pole . ?

“Nice joke, keep joking,” Ishan grumbled .

Shubman chuckled to himself and decided not to tease him. He has a whole life ahead to tease the little fellow beside him who was trying to stab him with his eyes.

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After 20 minutes of driving , Shubman finally came to a stop in front of a building.

Ishan was the first one to come out, followed by Shubman who was met with a panicked Ishan.

“What happened? Are you okay?” Shubman asked in worry , thinking something huge happened but after listening to what Ishan said. He shook his head .

“I forgot to bring my luggage!! Shit no . We have to go back to airport “

“ Silly , you gave me your luggage at the airport” Shubman said and opened the car boot to take out his luggage.

“ Huh !? Maine to nahi diya” Ishan commented as he scratched the back of his head.

“I need to invest in almonds,”Shubman said as he ruffled Ishan's hair before closing the boot.

Did he just pat me like I am a puppy!?

He rolled his eyes and zeroed his eyes at the luxurious buliding standing in front of him . His eyes bulged out after he read the name of the complex . Imperial heights?

He rubbed his eyes to clear his vision.

He turned his neck to look at Shubman with a questioning gaze but before he could answer, he stopped himself.

Yeah obviously it's not a huge deal for Mr moneybags.

He pouted at the obvious difference between them. Like heaven and earth .

Kash main bhi aise hi crazy rich family mai paida hota …

Don't worry! You're married into one~~ his subconscious mind’s voice echoed in his ear coquettishly.

“Ahhh chup raho !!” Ishan ,out of his habit, said loudly . His feets stomping on the floor .

Shubman, who just handed over the luggage to the chauffeur, turned his head to look at Ishan and chuckled to himself before inserting his hands in his pocket , gazing at Ishan's quirky action intently.

Feeling the privy eyes on him, Ishan scratched his neck.

Jeez okay ! I know I am handsome, don't make me uncomfortable!

“What?Is there something on my face !?” He grumbled and walked near Shubman.

“Oh yes there is actually! “ Shubman clicked his tongue , pointing his index at Ishan's face.

“Huh!? Ow what !?where!? “ Ishan rubbed his face with both hands , whining.

“Sillyness”Shubman replied as Ishan's mouth agape in aghast. Flabbergasted, Ishan stomps his feet onto Shubman’s polished shoes.

“I am not silly! You're! “ Ishan pushed Shubman ‘harshly’ which actually had no effect on Shubman, who chuckled at Ishan's action as he just proved his above sentence.

“ Yeah you're not” Shubman complied with him and made a gesture to let Ishan walk first  and wake Mrs Kishan so that they could go to their house.

Looking at the car , Ishan suddenly remembered what he was about to ask earlier. “Wo Shubman! About my mother—”

“I asked auntie earlier if she could stay with us but she refused. Can you talk to her about this again, I can make arrangements regarding her likes?”Shubman cutted him off , guessing he was about to ask about that.

Before finalizing this apartment, Mrs Gill and him actually asked if Mrs Kishan can stay with them as Ishan will feel more comfortable and homey this way but she refused them.

So he thought maybe she is feeling awkward talking about this matter with them. Furthermore, taking Mrs Kishan's condition in mind , her staying with them will be the best option.

“She refused?” Ishan asked, although he knew why his mother didn't agree with this. She isn't ready to leave their old house as that house was bought by Mr Kishan before he died and that house has a lot of memories of them.

Shubman nodded and opened the car door for Ishan.

“Oh” Ishan yelled at Shubman before shooting his mother's shoulder to wake her up.”mummy!”

Mrs Kishan, who had been in a deep sleep, woke up all startled.”What happened!?”

“Kuch bhi to nahi . Mai to bas apko utha raha tha” Ishan replied innocently as Mrs Kishan at Ishan , placing her hands at her heart to calm down her heartbeat.

“To chilla kyu rahe ho pagal! Who wakes people like this”

“Arey! Mummy mai kaha chilla raha hu! Ap Shubman se puch sakte ho.waise bhi aap hamesha aise hi uthte ho jaise pata nahi konsa earthquake aa gya ” Ishan immediately rebuted after being accused falsely and looked at Shubman with squinted eyes so he could say something in his favour.

Shubman, who had been dragged into the conversation, baffled as he opened his mouth to say something but was cutted by Mrs Kishan.

“Is that how you talk to your mother?padhna likhana hi bekar hai tumhe . Koi manner nahi hai is ladke mai” Mrs Kishan scolded Ishan as she got out of the car.

“Arey mummy yrr!! What did I do!” Ishan’s face distorted, grumbling he threw it at his mother .

“You–”

“Aunty aunty calm down .. Ishan didn't mean to startle you. And Ishan you also calm down. Let's just do what we are here for” Shubman interjected in between to resolve their argument .

His past self wouldn't even believe that someday he will be the one to solve silly arguments.

“Arey but–” Ishan huffed but kept mum seeing Shubman shook his head at him. “Ishan..”

“Fine” he rolled his eyes and folded his hands over his chest.

“Chaliye aunty..  I mean mummy ji”Shubman corrected his words and smiled at her . Mrs Kishan mirrored him and then looked at Ishan's back.

“Good child. Learn something from him” Mrs Kishan commented , obviously aimed at Ishan.

His ears perked up, “Then just adopt him.”

Shubman looked from and to between them and concluded why Ishan sometimes acts a bit unhinged.

Should I be afraid? Shubman thought as he imagined his future.

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Heyy!!