[Ps :: Updating early coz I am ill and as this update was already in my draft so publishing it before going to hospital coz Ik after coming back from hospitalI won't be in the condition to even open my phone lol]

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India lose any match

Readers start commenting/ dming ki ab toh harr gye so no update right

Meanwhile me :: Vese toh mene ye update already likh rkha tha but ab tum log itta force kr rhe ho toh nii krti update 😏

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Anyways here is your story ::

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"My dii is the only one responding," Shubman sighed.

"Atleast someone is replying to you," Ishan murmured almost in a whisper.

"Huh?"

"Nothing, I was just asking what did she said?" Ishan bit his lip.

"She was actually in delhi yesterday and after what happened today she directly took train to Punjab. When she will reach home she will tell me everything," Shubman explained and Ishan hummed.

"That's great, let's pack our bags we have to rest before taking the flight as well." Ishan said getting up and picking up his suitcase.

"Our flight is in the evening and we still have like 5-6 hours," Shubman said.

"So? Can you see how much messy our room is? It will take so much time to clean the mess and pack our bags," Ishan said pointing at their nightstand.

"Ishu are you okay?" Shubman asked staring at him.

"Ofcourse not, we have so much work to do so how can I be fine? And I am telling you this time I won't be packing your bag as well. You have to do it by yourself." Ishan said and Shubman engulfed him into a tight hug.

"No, your hug and doe eyes will not work this time. You will do it by yourself," Ishan said pulling away from the hug.

"I will pack both of ours suitcases now stay silent for a minute," Shubman said pulling him closer again.

"Why will you suddenly pack my bag too? Wait I knew it. You want to snag my black shirt right? I told you I won't let you take it home with yo—"

"I don't want your shirt, and stop acting like this Ishu. Drop the act of being indifferent. We both know we are not okay and just forgetting about it won't change anything. So instead talk to me about it. Tell me how do you feel, open up about your feelings for once goddammit,"

Ishan looked at Shubman with surprise, his eyes softening.

"I...I don't know how to talk about it. It's all too much, Shubman. I feel like I'm drowning in everything that's happening in my life, my family isn't giving me a chance to explain anything. Even Raj bhaiya as well...I messaged him Shubi on instagram, he didn't blocked me on Instagram but then he just left me on seen. I don't care about all the harsh comments on the social media, I just care about what my family thinks and I don't think I will be okay if they will also think of me like that." he admitted, his voice shaky.

Shubman pulled him into another hug, holding him tight.

"I am so sorry Ishu it's all my fault, because of me you are suffering as well." Shubman said pushing his head on the crook of Ishan's neck.

"Don't blame yourself for this. It wasn't your fault at all," Ishan said petting his hair.

"No it is my mistake because of me you are getting all these hate comments and even your family did that to you because of me," Shubman muttered apologetically.

"It's okay Shubi, beside I am not the only one getting the hate comments. You are also being trolled because of me. They are also calling you a faggot and what not. You don't even deserve it," Ishan said.

"You also don't deserve all this trolling Ish," Shubman replied.

"Funny enough I do man, I am gay. I was going to come out one way or another. I knew this trolling was inevitable. So I kind of do," Ishan snorted.

"Shut up, you don't. It was supposed to be your choice when you were comfortable enough to come out. And even if you did came out then also you don't deserve any if these profanities," Shubman said sitting onto the bed and pulling Ishan onto his lap.

"You know you always treat me like a toddler," Ishan snorted suddenly.

"Aren't you a baby?" Shubman teased smiling widely his dimples were showing.

Ishan wanted to poke them and maybe kiss them as well.

Wait! It was a bit weird but Shubman's dimples were just so cute and tempting. Everyone would think like that so it was  not too weird right?

"ISHU" Shubman shook him out of his thoughts.

"Huh?"

"What were you thinking?"

"Nothing" Ishan bit his lip.

"You are lying see you are biting your lip." Shubman said and Ishan looked away not making eye contact with him.

"You are not thinking about the trolls or anything right?" Shubman asked and Ishan immediately shook his head.

"Ofcourse not, infact I am feeling great after sharing everything with you. And I am glad I have you as my bestfriend," Ishan grinned poking his cheek.

"Yeah bestfriend," Shubman hummed.

"What happened? Why are you gloomy now? Thinking about the trolls?" Ishan asked.

"No no, not about that." Shubman quickly shook his head.

"You also can share anything with me Shubi," Ishan hummed squishing his cheeks making Shubman laugh.

"See you look so cute while smiling. Stop thinking about other things and btw how can you think about other things when you are with me," Ishan fake gasped.

"Ofcourse how can I think of anything else when I got such a handsome man in my arms," Shubman laughed pulling him closer.

"Good, nobody is as lucky as you. You got such a great bestfriend and here you are not knowing my worth." Ishan faked a big sigh making Shubman laugh loudly and peck him all over his face.

"Bss bss sara pyaar aaj hi krna hai kya," Ishan snickered.
[Lmao stop. Are you going to give me all your love today only? ]

"Kya kru? Aaj hi toh pta chla kitna pyaar krta hu tujhse," Shubman muttered in a whisper.
[What can I do? I just got to know how much I love you]

"Ayein?" Ishan asked as he couldn't hear him.
[Huh?]

"Baingan"
[Eggplant]

"Stop with the lame jokes. This meme is gone old now, atleast keep up with the trend." Ishan snorted.

"Oh my dear lord of social influencer I am so sorry," Shubman shook his head.

"No problem my student I will teach you," Ishan patted his head messing with his hairstyle.

"You" Shubman tackled him and changing their position so Ishan was laying on the bed and Shubman was above him. He started tickling him knowing how much ticklish Ishan's body is.

Ishan laughed trying to break free for him but Shubman was not letting him. He couldn't even move as Shubman had caged him.

After a while Ishan started taking heavy breathes, his hair being all disheveled and his heart thumping loudly because he couldn't even breathe properly because of Shubman's attacks.

Shubman stepped back leaving him in a jerk.

"Kya hua? Itne mein thak gya?" Ishan laughed breathlessly.
[What happened? Tired in this much only?]

"Khudki shakal dekh pehle. Saans bhi nii le paa rha. Aur vese bhi mujhe hum dono ke bag pack krne the toh late naa hojaaye flight ke liye isliye chorda tujhe." Shubman said trying to calm his heart down.
[First of all see yourself. You can't even breathe properly and I have to pack our bags for the flight as well. That's why I let go off you]

"Saans main nii le paa rha tha aur chehra tera laal hogya," Ishan snorted.
[I was the one who couldn't breathe and your face is red]

"Vo toh isliye because tere itne close tha toh teri badboo sunghkr chehra laal hogya," Shubman retorted back.
[That's because I was so close to you that I could smell your bad odour]

"Acha bachu idhar aa tu," Ishan scoffed running after Shubman who squealed before running away from him.
[Come here you brat]

Shubman laughed teasing him while sprinting away whenever Ishan was close to him.

Ishan huffed sitting on the bed when he got tired of running. Shubman snickered jumping onto him.

"Hah gotcha" Ishan said quickly pinning him down onto the bed.

Shubman's breathe hitched and he unintentionally licked his lips as they went dry all of a sudden.

"Look how terrified you are under me. I am not going to beat you," Ishan chuckled letting go off him.

Shubman just stared at him for a while before abruptly getting up from the bed and going inside the bathroom.

"He acted really weird today. Is he still sad about those trolling?" Ishan mumbled to himself.

He was a bit worried for Shubman thinking its those hate comments but only if he knew.

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I dont care if he is 6 years older than me! Still he is my small baby jisse main khaa jaungi