(Ishan's dialogues will be in italics.
Shubman's dialogues will be in bold.)

Third person's pov

"You can keep them with you until we get married."
"We?"
"Yes, the girl and I."
"Right."
Ishan said slowly nodding his head.
"Why? What did you think?"
Shubman asked Ishan, raising his eyebrow.
"Nothing."
"So? What are you still doing here then? Do you need something else?"
"Uh no- I'll be leaving now."

Ishan left, feeling his heart being ripped out of his chest. Thankfully, he had left before Shubman could see the tears that had escaped from his eyes. Shubman could see the hurt in Ishan's eyes and had instantly felt bad, but he knew he had to do this. He had to hurt Ishan, for Ishan to accept his feelings towards Shubman and so he had to keep his ground and not melt over the puppy eyes Ishan had given him.

Tanya, hiding in the shadows, accidentally eavesdropped their conversation, had been even more confused about the relationship between Shubman and Ishan. Though, she felt hope blossoming in her heart, hearing Shubman tell Ishan that he would marry her and so she lurked out of the shadows, making her presence known.
"Did you mean that?"

Shubman, whose eyes had still been fixed at the door, from where Ishan had just left, turned around startled by the sudden intrusion.
"What?"
He asked in a snappy tone, looking at Tanya with a frown on his face with narrowed eyes.
"Are you really going to marry me?"
"Absolutely not."
Shubman returned to his room and got dressed before leaving for work.

Tanya stood there, nodding to herself, she had already expected it, but it didn't hurt any less. She had finally realized she had no chance in capturing Shubman's heart.
The next few days, Ishan had made sure to drop by to deliver the groceries after Shubman had already left for work. It was ironic, how before he used to make sure he went to Shubman's house, when Shub had been home, despite having the keys, just to see him and talk to him, but now he had purposely avoided running into Shubman.

Shubman hadn't made any special delivery requests either, so Ishan had just been delivering the daily necessities, waiting and hoping to receive a call or atleast a text from Shubman. Ishan sat at his shop, reminiscing about how they had first met. Ishan did not used to work for his father back then. They had hired a worker, who used to take care of these deliveries.

~flashback~

"Ishan?"
"Ji pitaji?"
"Chandu resigned. Can you help me with the deliveries for today?"
"Ji pitaji."
"All the other deliveries will only take half an hour but for Shubman sir you need to be available all day. Give him your number and he will call you if he needs food or anything."
"But pitaji we have a convenience store, delivering our own goods for him is fine, but why should we deliver everything?"

"Because he pays us Ishan. You don't need to worry though, he never called Chandu more than twice a day."
Ishan had left nodding, but neither of them knew how wrong his father would be. When Ishan rung the doorbell, Shubman came to open the door and eyed Ishan suspiciously.
"And who might you be?"
"I'm Ishan, sir. I'm here to deliver these."
Ishan said pointing at the bags in his hand.

"Where is Chandu?"
"He left, sir. I'll be delivering everything from today."
Ishan said that because he knew that despite his father asking for help for just a day, Ishan would now probably be Chandu's replacement. Shubman checked Ishan out, roaming his eyes over Ishan's body, not bothering to be subtle and then nodded. Ishan raised the bags towards Shubman, trying to hand them over but Shubman looked at him narrowing his eyes.

"You're supposed to keep the bags in the kitchen. Did your boss not tell you that?"
"Father."
"Huh?"
"He's not my boss, he's my father, Sir."
"Whatever. Keep these bags inside."
Ishan secretly rolled his eyes at the spoilt behavior of Shubman, as he kept the groceries in the kitchen, unaware that Shubman had seen it, but decided to ignore it, eyeing this daring young boy, amusingly.

While Shubman had been left intrigued and amused by their interaction, Ishan had been anything but. Shubman wanting to see more of the young boy, started making Ishan run around, asking him to make deliveries through out the day. He sometimes even called Ishan at night. Ishan had been immensely annoyed, especially since his father had specifically mentioned Shubman did NOT call Chandu more than twice a day.

"Here's the honey."
"I needed tea bags as well."
"Then why didn't you just tell me that while I was getting you the honey?"
Ishan said clenching his teeth, trying not to yell at the tall male in front of him.
"I forgot."
"No problem, I'll go get it for you, SIR."
Ishan said giving a big fake smile to Shubman, throwing the 'sir' word at him, sarcastically. Shubman just chuckled at the short male, who looked so cute, being all red and angry.

"You have stopped calling me sir."
"What do you mean? I just called you sir...?"
"But that was sarcastic."
"I don't know what you're talking about..."
Ishan said looking at him innocently and then left, while Shub just smiled at him in amusement.

When he had come back with the tea, he looked anything but cute though, with his hair sticking to his forehead due to the sweat and him breathing heavily. Shubman had taken that as an excuse to invite Ishan inside and made him sit, offering him some water, while he drooled at Ishan, who looked so hot. That day Shubman had apologized to Ishan and they had talked for hours in his house. They had slowly started spending more time together and had gotten inseparable.

~flashback ended~

Ishan was snapped out of his day dreaming by his father.
"Ishan! Why haven't you delivered today's groceries?"
"Sorry pitaji, I'll do it right now."
"Be quick!"
Ishan hadn't realized how much time had passed when he had sat there, day dreaming, but as Ishan got up to make the deliveries, he caught the glimpse of the day in the calender. It was a Sunday. That means Shubman would be home today.

From the last couple Sundays, Ishan had quietly entered the house and left without being heard by either of them, thankfully. But this time, Ishan didn't want to leave unheard. He wanted to see Shubman and talk to him. He missed Shubman.

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