"main hi kyu ishq zaahir karu
tu bhi kabhi bolde, bolde"

JANHAVI

I was sitting on the couch opposite to Ishan and Shubman. They were literally sitting on each other and gazing into a phone, I don't know whose because both of them have the same model and same cover.

They are weird I know, but they are the best thing that has ever happened to me.

The memories of previous night hit me, and a weird sensation kicked my guts. Butterflies perhaps.

When I was standing on the terrace, my impulsive and depressing thoughts were asking me to jump off. When Ishan ji came searching for me, called out my name, a warmness spread across my heart.

I simply couldn't refrain myself from hugging him, and I found solace in that embrace.

He has healed a part of me he had never damaged.

The kiss, oh my god the KISS. One of the best feelings ever. His warm lips touching my wet and cold ones, and I could feel my intestines churning. Thinking of it now, I feel like kissing him again. Never thought that someone like me would be thinking all this.

Have you ever heard of the delusional thoughts every girl had in their teens about their dream life partner. And trust me, Mr. Ishan Kishan ticks each and every box.

Shubman on the other hand has been our support system. He has sticked with us in each and every difficulty. I could never be more grateful for having a friend like him.

When I looked at them again, they were gazing at each other with eyes full of love and I was feeling like the thirdwheel. Never mind, I picked up my phone and clicked a picture of them, they look so cute together like awwww.

And these are the people I need in my life because I have realised the fact that they are a integral part of my life. I cannot live without Ishan and Ishan cannot live without Shubman. So basically I can't live without both of them.

"Ishu? Neend aa rahi hai mujhe", said Shubman pouting.

I started laughing loudly and they looked at me in astonishment. As if I appeared out of thin air.

"Why are you laughing?", Shub asked me.

"Nah just loving being the thirdwheel", I exclaimed.

Ishan started laughing as well and then Shubman started laughing watching his weird laugh and then I started laughing loud and we were a laughing mess in total.

After the small laughing session, Shub went inside to sleep because as according to him, he was plotting plans and that's why he couldn't sleep yesterday night. God knows what plans.

Me and Ishan were all alone in the room, first time after yesterday night. I was feeling a bit shy so I picked up my phone and started scrolling aimlessly on the homescreen.

"I know you're scrolling left and right on the homescreen",Ishan said smirking.

"Er... No I was... Leave it", I said embarrassing myself in all ways possible.

He got up from his sit and dropped beside me.

"Someone's blushing"

I rolled my eyes at him.

"You look cute while doing that", he said removing a hair strand from my face.

"Ishan why is your... Shhh you're so hot!", I said feeling his temperature.

"I know that", he said with a smug on his face.

"Not that one Ishan, you're temperature is so high! Gosh maine bola tha tumhe thand lag jayegi and look now you have fever. Wait let me bring the thermometer", and I hastily got up from my seat.

Suddenly, he clutched my hand and pulled me on his lap. This one was not accidental at all.

He put both of his hands on my waist as a gesture of captivating me and pulled me closer.

"What are you doing?", I asked.

"Abhi na jao chhod kar ki Dil abhi bhara nahi", he hummed.

"Main bas room mein thermometer laane jarahi hu, don't be so cheesy man!", I said rolling my eyes again.

"Expressing love for my wife isn't cheesy in my dictionary Mrs. Kishan"

"Uhmm, now let me just go. You have a really high temperature"

And as I tried to get away, his grip tightened.

"I don't want to let you go", he whispered.

He pulled me closer and pecked on my nose.

"Ishu ye AC.... Oh my god I didn't see anything", said Shub dramatically covering his eyes, who was walking into the drawing room.

"Natak mat kar be", Ishan said laughing.

"Few minutes back both of you were sitting in a similar position. Did you see me complaining?", I said snarkily.

Not any girl but anybody I should be jealous of is only and only Shubman Gill. They look like 'Rab ne bana di jodi', I simply don't stand a chance between them. Not that I'm complaining.

"I have no problem, I could even watch you having sex infact", and it was Shubman's turn to be snarky.

"Kaise ashleel laundo ke beech phas gayi main bhagwan", I squealed. But my insides churned on this comment.

Ishan was laughing loudly when I gave him a stern look. "Stop laughing, you have fever!"

"Bukhar? Ishu ko?", and Shubman hastily came near them to check his temperature.

"Bukhar kaise huya? Kya kar rahe the kal?", Shub asked eyeing him.

I bit my inner mouth to stop myself from blushing while Ishan said, "God please save me from my two wives!"

While all this conversation was going on, I felt that Ishan had loosened the grip and I instantly got up. Rushing to the room I took out the thermometer from the cupboard and went back to the drawing room.

After the temperature was measured, it turned out to be 101.2 °C.

"What? Itna high temperature hai aur tumhe kuch ho nahi raha kya? How come are you sitting and laughing?", I asked him out of surprise.

He just laughed and flipped the locks out of his face as if not telling other that you fever is some great job.

Subsequent to lot of persuasion, we finally pulled him to the bedroom and he was put to rest.

"Shub you just sit with him, main kuch khana bana leti hu. Then he could have meds", and I rushed to the kitchen.

While cooking for Ishan, I was lost in my own world, delulu as they call it now.

Ohh! To be loved by Ishan Kishan.

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