After reaching his home, the first thing thing Ishan did was go fetch Mishti from his brother's house. After that the day just went by in a blur, he watered his plants, -That were fortunately still perfectly fine since he had requested a neighbour to come water them time to time-, cooked a nice meal for himself before freshening up and deciding to retire for the night.

But everything felt a little empty, it was probably because he was getting used to being with Shubman all the time so spending time away from him felt a little odd. It probably sounds weird since it hadn't even been a full day but he already really misses Shubman.

He got on his bed, deciding to read for a while before sleeping. He was just too page into the book before his phone rang.

He sighed, reaching for his phone on the nightstand. He doesn't really like when someone disturbs his reading time, he knows it's not the person's fault since they didn't know he was reading but it just irks him. He never really picks up the calls when he's reading, just sends a message that he'll call later.

A big smile spread on Ishan's lips, his heart bubbling with joy as he noted the caller Id. It was Shubman who was calling.

And just like that the plan to read went to the backburner as he eagerly picked up the phone, "Hey, sweetheart," He greeted with a wide smile.

"Hii, Ish," Shubman mumbled.

Ishan chuckled, he could literally imagine Shubman's face infront of him, "What's up?"

"Nothing, what are you doing?" Shubman asked with a small smile.

"I was reading something," Ishan replied, putting his phone on speaker and laying down on his stomach, "What about you?"

"I was just about to go and make something to eat,"

Ishan frowned, "You haven't eaten yet? Why? It's so late already,"

Shubman smiled sheepishly, "I slept as soon as I come back and had just woken up,"

"Hmm," Ishan hummed, flipping onto his back and staring at the ceiling. In all honesty, this call was making him miss Shubman more, he just wanted the man to be here with him.

"Can I video call you, Ishan?" Shubman asked.

"Of course, you can," Ishan smiled, sitting up against the headboard. Shubman hung up the call and he received a video call immediately.

Ishan picked up, his smile widening as soon as Shubman's face came in view.

"Hii," Shubman grinned, his dimples peeking out as he walked to his kitchen. Setting the phone on the counter, in a angle Ishan could properly see him, he started looking for things to make himself a meal.

"What are you making?" Ishan asked.

"Just instant noodles. Don't have the patience and energy to make anything else," Shubman sighed, "I slept for a while but I'm still feeling exhausted,"

"Why? Is there something bothering my sweetheart?" Ishan asked.

Shubman could physically feel his heart swelling with warmth, that familiar warmth only Ishan could elicit in him. He liked -no he loved when Ishan called him sweetheart, or any endearment for that matter as long as he was the one who says it, and he loved it even more when when the man added 'my' infront of it.

"Hey, where are you lost? Is there seriously something that's bothering you?" Ishan asked, concern etching his beautiful features, "You know you can tell me,"

"No, don't worry, there's nothing," Shubman sighed. The only thing that's bothering me is that you're not here with me. It probably has something to do with the fact that they were constantly together for the past three weeks but even a second away from Ishan made his heart feel hollow and empty, like all the joy was sucked out of his life. It could be since Ishan had started to become Shubman's personification of joy. He deeply missed the comforting aura surrounding the man, he missed his warmth, missed waking up in Ishan's arms even though they had slept on the different sides of bed, he missed the warm snuggles and gentle touches. Ishan had become a habit at this point, a habit that he never wants to get rid of, a habit that he wants to cherish and keep close to his heart at any given time. Seeing Ishan's smile had already started being the highlight of his day, he could stare at that bright, beautiful smile for his whole life, even for an eternity and still not get bored.

"I miss you, Ishan," He blurted out, not wanting to keep it in to the point it start suffocating him.

Ishan blinked, his heart skipping a beat at the blunt but raw and honest words. A smile automatically spread on his lips as he teased, "How long has it been again, huh?"

"Shut up, don't make fun of me," Shubman mumbled, pouting as he picked up his phone to go out to sit on the couch with his bowl of noodles.

Ishan smiled, admiring Shubman's face through the screen. To be honest, the camera doesn't do justice to his beauty, his whole aura felt much more bright in real life, his eyes literally twinkled whenever he felt happy, lighting up with such profound joy that could make anyone smile, even the devil, the same eyes that Ishan feels like holds galaxies in them, and his adorable smile, Ishan swears that those dimples are gonna be the death of him someday. Ishan adores every single detail about the man, his dramatic and silly antics, his horrible yet adorable attempts at flirting, his shy smiles, the way he would look away from Ishan whenever he blushed, when Ishan said Shubman Gill is the most beautiful human he had ever laid eyes on, he wasn't lying, he meant every single syllable.

"To be honest, Shubman," Ishan started with a smile, "I miss you too. It seems odd since it hadn't been long since we met but-"

"It has been more than a month," Shubman pointed out 'causing Ishan to give him a blank gaze, "Hehe, continue," He said, grinning adorably.

"But you had already become a staple in my life," Ishan smiled, his eyes locking with Shubman even through the phone as the latter kept his bowl aside, focusing all his attention on Ishan, "It's like there was always a place made specially for you and you came and got settled like the missing puzzle piece of my life. I already feel so attached to you," like you're that other half of my soul that I've been yearning to meet all my life.

"Wow, Ish, you should be a writer," Shubman giggled, "You're getting very poetic,"

Ishan chuckled, his hand itching to reach out and ruffle the man's hair. Only if that was possible, "How nice it would be if I could just come to you right now through the phone?" He said, too much fondness surging through his heart to realise how ridiculous this sentence sounded.

"That would've been lovely," Shubman sighed.

"It's okay," Ishan gave him a smile, "We will meet in college, na,"

"Tomorrow is sunday," Shubman pouted.

"Come over then," Ishan said.

"What?" Shubman muttered, "No, I can't do that, you might already have plans or something,"

"I don't have any plans, baby," Ishan smiled, "And even if I did, I won't mind cancelling them for you,"

"Why are you so nice?" Shubman mumbled, "Don't be, please. I have a feeling I'll really fall for you, really deeply," He added. Would you ever regret falling for him though? His brain asked. No, the answer was no. Shubman would never regret anything when it comes to this particular human being. He wouldn't regret falling even if his love wasn't reciprocated, he would be contented enough to just be a part of Ishan's life.

"Do it, then, please," Ishan smiled, the idea of Shubman falling in love with him sounded so nice, it made him feel all warm from inside, "I have told you that you'll not regret it, I will not let you regret it, Meri Jaan, not even for a second,"

"Keep your promise," Shubman mumbled, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"I always keep my promises," Ishan smiled back.

Shubman chuckled, his heart feeling all giddy as he walked to his room, settling on his bed.

"Okay, then you're coming over tomorrow, got it?" Ishan ordered, trying to act firm but the extreme fondness in his eyes gave it away.

"Yes, sir," Shubman giggled, giving him a silly salute.

Ishan chuckled, "Thank God you didn't say your highness, I would've punched you through the phone,"

Shubman smiled mischievously, "Your hi-"

"Shut up, Shubman," Ishan rolled his eyes.

"Okay, fine, Jaan," Shubman smiled.

Ishan's heart skipped a beat, his face heating up, "Don't call me that as well," He mumbled.

"Wow," Shubman muttered amused. Ishan didn't get flustered often so this felt like a very big achievement to him, "Oh, I'm only gonna call you Jaan from now on,"

"God," Ishan chuckled, burying his face in his pillow.

"I wish I was that pillow," Shubman pouted.

"Okay, please, it's enough," Ishan breathed, his blush deepening.

"Well, I was serious but fine," Shubman smiled, "But atleast look at me, I wanna see your pretty face,"

Ishan softly chuckled to himself, removing his face from the pillow and looking at Shubman on the phone, "Here you go, all yours," He smiled, face still painted crimson.

"So beautiful," Shubman muttered dreamily 'causing Ishan to chuckle again. He didn't know for how long he and Ishan talked before the latter eventually fell asleep, still on the phone.

Shubman smiled, looking at Ishan's sleeping face for a while, "Good night, Jaan," He whispered softly before hanging up the phone, himself going to sleep with a smile on his face, hoping that he'll dream of Ishan.