The big clock tour bell ringed 5 times , marking a new dawn. Shubman Gill , a student of Hindu college woke up from deep slumber. Being the son of a zamidar from Punjab, he could have easily choosed that luxury life but his vintage heart always craved for something else , something adventurous , something new. That's how he ended up in this small yet elegant home of his in the middle of the buzzling city Kolkata.

He works on a press to bear his daily expanses. His father was totally against it but eventually accepted, well you can't say no to your youngest son and Shubman being his son of old age got some extra privileges.

Shubman always wakes up at the sound of the clock bell but today he was already awake or safe to say he never slept. He tried hard to get some sleep but when every cell of your body shakes at some unknown mixture of anxiety and desire , getting some sleep sounds quite impossible. Plus cherry on top since Shubman has got the news whenever he looks at his bed his mind goes to an autopilot mode and starts imaging a warm cozy body there , and everytime he has to control himself from getting a boner. But when his bratty brain provided him a picture of him and that person tangled together, so close that he could practically listen to each other's heartbeats, he immediately felt his lower region tightening. He sighed at his own misery.

Shubman , get a hold on yourself man, at this rate you are surely going embarrasse yourself infront of him.

He scolded himself finally getting up to performe his morning routine.

So, the matter is Shubman Gill is getting married in a month. Not even in his wildest dremas he had imagined this but life is always full of unexpected turns. In other times Shubman would have been laughed and straight cut denied any such proposal of his papaji , but he couldn't when he heard the person's name and most importantly when he got to know that his father is frantically searching groom for him. So , even if Shubman denies it , he will soon be married to someone else. Something snapped inside Shubman , the felt a buring sensation at the thought of him being into someone else's embrace , he just can't let that happen. He doesn't know why he feel thisway for a person whom he barely knows , or maybe deep down he knows this feelings.

Walking through the rain schoked streets on the silent dawn of a buzzling city , Shubman's mind went back to the day everything changed , the day he saw him for the first time.

Two years back Shubman went to Bihar for attending a function on behalf of his  father at his father's friend's place aka Bihar's Rajmahal. He was quite smitten with the atmosphere ,the treatment and everything he was getting there. After gathering some detailed information about the place and people from the Rajvaidh ( royal doctor) he went to attend the main function featuring Bihar's ethnic cultural performances. Every performance felt praise worthy to him untill he witnessed the last dance performance, performed by royal children's specially their chota raj kumar performing in the middle. Shubman found himself in daze , the moment the curly haired boy entered into the stage Shubman eyes stucked into the beauty, everything else fading away. He felt every move of hands , every stump of those lotus feet , every small expressions on that beautifully sculptured face. That's when Shubman knew he was a gone case.  And lastly when the small boy smiled at the end of the performance, Shubman's world literally lip up.

Everything happend like...

Woh tufan ki tarah Shubman ki zindegi me aya , aur Shubman unmid ki tarah uske sathe beheta chala gaya.

Though Shubman couldn't muster up the courage to talk to him in person , but like any normal gone in love person he also gathered every information related to him. Well, Shubman is strongly against the ideology of child marriage, and he was just 14, too young for such a big responsibility. But Shubman can't let him being someone else's. No, absolutely not.

Shubman has already promised himself to take care of him like a prince , as he deserves.

A beautiful smile came into Shubman's lips at the thought of getting married, well getting married to him. A stranger sense of pride crossed across his chest. The prettiest boy , whom everyone desires is finally going to be his in a month.

Ishan Kishan is going to be his.

In between his daydreams Shubman got ready for college. He was about to step out when his eyes fell on his dairy. He smiled and opend those particular lines , that he wrote on the day he first saw his Ishan.

Ek bar dekh lijiye
Dewana bana dijiye,
Chalneko hay taiyar hum
Parwana bana dijiye.....

Unbestknown to all this , a small boy of 16 was sleeping peacefully, drooling a little bit, on his bed in a mahal of Bihar. Well, you see he was practically furious at his parents for settling his marraing forcefully but that doesn't mean he will waste his beauty sleep. Nope , his beautiful face isn't up for dark circles.

A girl of almost his age stromed into the room and facepalmed at the sight.

"Ishuuu , tera bibah tai ho gaya aur tu avi vi godhe bech ke so raha hay."

Ishan opened his eyes, clearly annoyed at the sudden noice. His curly hair looked more curly at being messy.

Keya hay? Tere pas koi kam nehi hay keya?

" hay na chachi ne kaha hay tereko sab sikha ke ek sanskari pati banane ka kam mera hay".

The girl , Aditi who apparently happens to be Ishan's best friend said proudly.

Achha to tu vi unke sath hay? Kyu re tu vi chahati hay may chala jayu? Itna paresan karne laga hoon ajkal may tumlogo ko...

Aditi smacked his melodramatic best friend lightly.

Ouchhh!!

"Ishu , tera bibah hone wala hay avi to ye sab harkate chor de."

Ishan's became furious...

May kisi le liye khud ko nehi badalne wala. Rehena hay raho warna nikal jayo.

"Bapre itna gurur. Itna gurur to chand ko vi nehi hay."

Chand ko kayse hoga usme to dag hay na.

"Par Ishu tu kyu kar raha hay aysa? Tujhe pata hay na teri umar nikli ja rahi hay. Abhi agar bibah nehi huya to tujhe puri umar kuara rehena parega. Aur itna achha to pati mil raha hay tujhe. Woh to College me parta hay woh vi kolkata me , aur keya chahiye tereko?"

Ha to padhe na , mera picha kyu kar raha hay?
Ishan said in utter annoyance. Now a days he has developed hatred towards the name 'Shubman Gill' , always everyone is like he is this , he is that blah blah.

"To phir tujhe chahiye keya?"

Kuch nehi mujhe nehi karna bibah. Abhi umar hi keya hay meri. Itna bara bojh ban gaya hoon may tum sabpe?

"Kaysi bate kar raha hay Ishu...ayese mat bol. Ja jake taiar hole abhi bohot kuch sikhna hay tujhe ek mahine me."

Aditi left leaving a teary eyed Ishan behind. Even his best friend didn't understand his feelings. He felt utter betrayal from everywhere and ultimately blamed Shubman for all these.

Bohot saukh hay na apko merese bibah karne ki Gill sahab , ab aap dekho keya keya hota hay...

A smirk appeared in his face. But little did he know if Shubman would've been here , he would've fallen a million times more for that cute smirk.

Tbc.....

P.s: @brainrothehe....here is your request. Actually it's one of my fabourite plots but I'm totally new here. So bear with as it is.

Tell me how is it?

Enjoy....