I will always love you (Ishman/Shubish)

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It was the final day of the IPL. RR was up against KKR, and KKR ended up winning the title. RR put up a good fight, but KKR emerged victorious through their team efforts. After the match, everyone had some free time until the World Cup.

Shubman was really excited. He and Ishan were going to meet today. He was heading to Mumbai today. Finally, Ishan and he were going to spend some time together, just the two of them.

He had planned numerous activities to do. Being free for a few days, he wanted to spend that time with his Ishan.

He quickly packed his bags and headed to catch his flight. He couldn't contain his excitement, he was extremely happy.

He was feeling a bit nervous too. After that night, they had talked on the phone but hadn't met in person since then. Today was the day they were finally going to see each other again. He couldn't help but feel a bit nervous, wondering if Ishan would bring up that night. It's not that he regrets it, but he's worried if Ishan might regret it. He had been overthinking it for days, but not too much. Deep down, he knows that nothing can affect their bond. Their bond is stronger than anything.

His flight landed in Mumbai, and he was hoping to find Ishan waiting for him there. But he couldn't find him. Maybe Ishan didn't come.

After a minute of searching, he found Ishan. With a big smile on his face, he went near him, and as usual, Ishan hugged him tightly...

"Mujhe laga tha tu nahi aayega," Shubman said, still hugging Ishan tightly, not letting him go.

"How can I not when my Shubi was waiting for me," Ishan replied, with a small smile on his face.

"Missed me?" Ishan asked, finally releasing Shubman from his embrace.

"So much," Shubman replied, showing his dimples.

"So any plans for today?" Ishan asked Shubman as they were heading towards his car, their hands intertwined.

Shubman grinned mischievously. "Well, first you have to make dinner for me, and then I'll spill the beans."

"Oh please, Shubi, I don't know how to cook," Ishan replied, rolling his eyes.

"I'm not saying you have to make food alone. Of course, I'll help you. I know you need my help with it," Shubman replied with a proud smile.

"Like you know how to cook," Ishan replied sarcastically.

"Yeah, I don't know," Shubman replied, "but we'll make it together," he added.

"Okay then, we're gonna make chole bhature!" Ishan exclaimed, jumping in excitement.

"That's too much, ishh," Shubman replied, sounding a bit annoyed.

"Kahega kya phir?" Ishan asked.

"Jo bhi tu apne hatho se khila de," Shubman replied.

"Wow, wanna eat a punch?" Ishan asked.

"Shut up, ishh," Shubman replied, rolling his eyes.

They left for Ishan's apartment. It was almost evening when they entered. Shubman was the first one to dash inside. He sprinted to Ishan's room and plopped himself on the bed as if it were his own.

"At least apna luggage to lekar aata" Ishan said, entering his room with Shubman's luggage.

"Hehe, sorry," Shubman said, giggling.

"Move aside," Ishan said, pushing Shubman to the side so he could sit properly.

"So, what we gonna cook?" Shubman asked, all excited.

"Food," Ishan replied, searching for something.

"Oh, come on! You're so annoying. Just tell me what we're gonna eat today!" Shubman asked.

"We're making salad," Ishan replied.

"What the heck, Ish? I can't eat salad every single day!" Shubman replied dramatically.

"Shut up and help me find a knife," Ishan replied.

"Listen, Ish, I'll eat whatever you want, but please don't kill me. I wanna live, with you," Shubman whispered the last part, hoping Ishan wouldn't hear.

"You think you're funny?" Ishan retorted.

"Yes," Shubman replied with a proud smile.

Ishan simply rolled his eyes.

"By the way, I heard you're with you" Ishan said.

Shubman choked on the air...

"What the heck are you staring at me for? Come here and help me," ishan said, because Shubman was just staring at him like a love-sick puppy.

"Yes baby, tell me what should I do?" Shubman asked, as he approached Ishan.

"Pass me the spices," ishan replied,as he continued chopping vegetables.

"Ishh, I know you're short, that's why you asked me to do it. Your hands won't reach, it's too high," replied Shubman, bringing the spices.

"Do you want to die?" Ishan asked, rolling his eyes.

"Agar katal apki nigahen kare toh,yes" replied Shubman.

"Shut up," Ishan said, blushing.

After like 10 minutes, they were done cooking. Ishan was tired, Shubman was serving the food to him.

"Khila bhi de yaar," Ishan said tiredly.

"Kha le khud," replied Shubman, even though he was dying to feed him.

"Please," said Ishan with a pout.

"Fine," Shubman replied, melting at his cuteness.

Shubman started feeding Ishan with a small smile stuck on the corner of his lips. They were so close that Shubman could feel Ishan's breath on his face, causing his own breath to become heavy. Despite the intensity of the moment, Shubman managed to maintain control. As he fed Ishan, a small piece of food got stuck on the corner of Ishan's lips. Ishan was about to wipe it away, but Shubman gently stopped his hand.

"Can I?" Shubman asked directly, looking into Ishan's eyes.

Ishan nodded slightly. Shubman's thumb delicately wiped away the piece of food, and as his thumb lingered for a few seconds, their hearts skipped a beat. Shubman couldn't help but stare at Ishan, captivated by his presence.

"Friends don't do that," Shubman whispered to himself, but Ishan heard it anyways.

"Friends don't kiss as well," Ishan replied, a little slow so he could not hear, but unfortunately he did.

Shubman was a little shocked. "I-I'm sorry, I should have as-" he stuttered a bit, not completing his sentence.

Ishan interrupted him, saying, "It's okay, Shubman. You were drunk, it was a mistake," sadness visible on his face, his eyes not meeting Shubman's.

"I was drunk, but It wasn't a mistake, and I'm not drunk right now," Shubman replied as his gaze fell on Ishan's lips, then meeting his eyes, asking for Ishan's permission.

"Can I?" he asked, coming a little closer to Ishan's face...

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