pookies update~
It's a kinda short chap sorry i am studyin rn:(
Btw how was your day?:)

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*As the conversation flowed from sandwiches to personal preferences, Shubman posed a question that added a touch of intrigue to the night. *

Shubman:  (curious) Alright, Ishan, spill the beans. What's your type?

Ishan: (teasingly) Oh, we're playing that game now? Well, my type is someone who makes a mean sandwich and has a killer sense of humor.

Shubman: (flirting) Lucky for you, I excel at both. But seriously, what's your actual type?

Ishan: (thoughtfully) Someone genuine, caring, and who understands me. You know, like a good friend.

*In the subtle exchange of words, a layer of unspoken sentiments lingered beneath the surface. The conversation, at once lighthearted and revealing, danced on the edges of deeper emotions, leaving room for interpretation in the uncharted territory of their connection.*

*The playful banter continued as Ishan, having answered the question about his type, turned the spotlight on Shubman.*

Ishan: (curious) Alright, Shubman, now your turn spill it. What's your type?

Shubman: (smirking) Well, my type is someone who appreciates a good flirt, has a charming smile, and, most importantly, knows how to handle my teasing.

Ishan: (teasing) Ah, so you're looking for someone like... me?

Shubman: (playing along) Maybe. Someone who can keep up with my banter, you know?

*As the conversation danced between flirtatious remarks and genuine laughter, a subtle undercurrent of connection echoed through the words. The midnight banter became a delightful diversion, momentarily eclipsing the challenges and emotions that lingered beneath the surface.*

*Under the canvas of the night sky, Ishan, still contemplating the complexities of his family dynamics, gazed at the stars. In that vulnerable moment, he shared his musings with Shubman.*

Ishan: (softly) Maybe my father wouldn't be disappointed if I were like one of these stars.

Shubman: (flirting) Well, if you were a star, you'd be the brightest one, lighting up the entire sky. No room for disappointment there.

*The playful flirtation, wrapped in the metaphor of stars, succeeded in drawing a smile from Ishan. In the midst of their banter, a touch of comfort emerged, creating a moment of respite from the heavier emotions that loomed in the background.*

Ishan: (smiling) You're ridiculous, Shubman.

Shubman: (grinning) And you're my favorite kind of star. Keep shining, Ishan.

*As their banter continued, the night unfolded with a blend of laughter, flirtation, and the shared warmth of a connection that transcended the challenges Ishan faced.*

*The mischievous banter and flirtatious talk finally came to a close as Shubman and Ishan decided to end their late-night conversation.*

Shubman: (warmly) Take care, Ishan. Remember, I'm here for you, no matter what.

Ishan: (grateful) Thanks, Shubman. You made this night a lot more bearable.

*With a sense of shared connection and the reassurance of support, they hung up, each carrying a piece of the other's presence into the night.*

*As Ishan headed back home, he realized his mother had been trying to reach him as he was having many missed calls of her. The night, filled with laughter, tears, and unexpected confessions, unfolded into a dawn where the stars above witnessed the quiet strength of an evolving connection that transcended the challenges of the night.*

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aeyooo  just confess already naaaaa-
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