SHUBMAN'S POV
I was feeling anxious the whole flight. I looked around only to see my two silly friends sleeping like donkeys, THAT too hugging each other, WITHOUT ME.
I regret bringing these ungrateful friends with me. I tried to distract myself, but nothing was working. Now, only one thing can help me.
I took out my phone and opened my gallery since I have no wifi. WHY DON'T I HAVE WIFI?
I played a video to distract myself. There is only one person in my whole gallery, the person I fell in love with, whom I see on the TV screen.
"Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? With every guitar string scar on my hand, I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover."
I played the video, and the first song on the video was "Lover." It was a video of him, my Ishan. He was smiling, lighting up the whole world with just one smile. His eyes shining brighter than the stars.
After watching the videos for about an hour, I played his songs. Him singing songs was my favorite thing in the whole world, of course, because he is a singer. His deep voice made me feel like I was in heaven.
I didn't realize when I fell asleep listening to his voice. I woke up when my dumb friends were shaking me to wake.
I looked at them with an annoyed face because I was literally having a dream about Ishan. He and I were together, and they spoiled it, AGAIN.
They both were giving me a dumb look, especially this Shreyas. I'll take my revenge on them as soon as we enter the hotel.
Abhishek informed me that the flight was about to land. I put my phone inside my pocket.
After some minutes, the flight landed. We got outside of the plane, heading towards the taxi. And as always, Shreyas threw his bags on me and Abhi. We both gave him a weird look but held his bags anyway.
We reached the hotel soon. I gave Shrey's bag back to him, but guess what? I took all of his perfumes. And I'm not gonna give them back. Nice move, right?
We were still outside the hotel when Shreyas realized something was missing from his bag. OH SHIT. My hard work of stealing his perfumes was wasted. I was disappointed. Shreyas looked at me, giving me his dumb face as always, like I stole his life? I mean, I did. His perfumes are his life, so what? Aren't we his friends? Mean bitch.
He asked me to give his perfumes back, that too with so much ATTITUDE. Huh, what does he think of himself? He thinks he's smarter than me and Abhi? That's true, but that doesn't mean he can do whatever he wants.
"If you want them back, beg for them," I smirked, looking at his dumb face.
He sighed, he too knows that I won't give them back until he begs. "Please, Shubman, give them back," he said, but this time there wasn't any attitude, so I handed his perfumes back to him. He put them inside his bag.
He put his bag aside and ran after me, WAIT- WHAT. My life is in danger. I soon ran to Abhi, who was inside the hotel, checking. I knew that it was the smart move because the staff told him not to run like this; people will get hurt.
He huffed, taking the key to his room from Abhi. "I'll see you later," he muttered, glaring at me. I just smirked at him. Abhi looked so done with us.
I went to my room, freshened up, and went outside. I knocked on Abhi's room; he soon opened it. We were in the hill station in Himachal, for what? To sleep in our room? I soon dragged him out. I knocked on Shrey's room. I could see the chips in his hands, so I snatched them away.
He made a dramatic face, saying, "I literally brought these for you too," while rolling his eyes.
We soon dragged him with us outside the hotel; we're here for traveling. Now we're gonna travel.
We soon reached the mountain, and the scene here was absolutely ethereal. The clouds covering the mountain's head.
Some people were just sitting there, some were shouting on the mountain, their voices everywhere.
We started to roam around the whole area, there was a small cafe. There were some people, but soon the crowd started to leave one by one. There weren't many people.
Abhi was looking really excited. He suggested that we should shout too, as the voice here echoed. The idea seemed really nice to me.
We decided to shout one by one. It was Abhi's turn first, as he was the most sane one among the three of us. Harsh truth, but that's how it was.
"MAYANK MARKANDE," he shouted, and yes! he's so obsessed with him. He could literally sell us to meet Mayank. Obsessed guy. I rolled my eyes at him, he glared at me, and I smiled nervously. If looks could kill, I wouldn't be standing here alive.
Now it was Shrey's turn, and I just hoped he wouldn't embarrass the heck out of me. But as expected, he shouted what I feared. He did embarrass me, and now the remaining people here were looking at us.
He shouted, "SHUBMAN GILL IS A DUMB BITCH." Well, what else could we expect from him? I just tapped his head, rolling my eyes. Well, now it was my turn. So, I just ignored him.
"I LOVE YOU ISHAN KISHAN," I shouted, smiling at myself. I was so sure these bitches were just giving me eye rolls. Jealous bitches.
Now, I was feeling hungry, so I asked them if they were coming to eat something. I didn't understand how they agreed to come with me in one go. Weird for me. But then I realized something, I warned them that I'm not gonna pay for them. They both rolled their eyes.
As we were heading to the cafe, I suddenly bumped into someone, and we both fell on the floor. I didn't notice the person; I didn't even saw his figure properly because he quickly ran away. I was about to turn to see him, when Shreyas and Abhi asked me to get up. I quickly got up, and when I turned to the direction he went, there was no one there. I didn't even get the chance to apologize.
Then, I noticed something on the floor - a keychain. Maybe it belonged to him. I picked it up.
"Hey, it's the same one our hotel gave us as a welcome gift," Abhi said. I looked at him, realizing he was right. I didn't remember because he handled all the check-in stuff.
I put the keychain in my pocket to give it to the receptionist since I didn't see the person, so I couldn't return it to him.
We ordered soup because it was perfect weather to have something hot. Soon, we headed back to our hotel as it was getting dark, and we were tired too.
I jumped on the bed as soon as I entered the room and quickly opened my Instagram. Ishan had posted a photo four minutes ago. I immediately liked it, even though the picture was still loading. But do I care?
When the photo finally loaded, I groaned at what I saw. It was a photo of Ishan and his best friend, Mayank. Ah, they look good together, but I'm pretty sure I would look even better with Ishan than this Markande. I bet Abhi will be sulking when he sees this photo. Obsessed, right?
Oh no, I forgot to give that keychain to the receptionist. I hurried out of my room, went to the receptionist, and she smiled at me, saying, "Sir, is there any problem? How can I help you?"
I smiled back at her and handed her the keychain. She looked confused, so I quickly explained, "Is this from this hotel?" Even though it looked similar, I still needed to confirm. When she confirmed it was from the hotel, I continued, "I found it on the mountain. I saw it on the floor when I accidentally bumped into someone. I didn't see the person, so I'm giving this to you."
She smiled, saying thank you, and I started to make my way back to my room to sleep. When I heard a voice from far away, I couldn't hear it clearly, but it sounded like Ishan's voice to me. WAIT, WHAT? Ishan here? I quickly followed the area from where I heard the voice, only to be met with disappointment. There were just some people there, and they weren't Ishan. Obviously, they're not him. Shreyas was right, I'm dumb.
I chuckled at my thoughts as I went back to my room, getting lost in thoughts of Ishan again. Oh, how I love thinking about him. I remember I first saw him on TV a few years ago when I was seventeen, he's a year older than me.
I've been to his concerts three times, but that wasn't enough for me. How could it be enough when he has a voice that can captivate anyone?
Staring at him through my phone is my favorite thing now. I always fall asleep listening to his songs. I have his song as my ringtone because I don't like phone calls and I don't answer unnecessary calls, but I also don't like to hang up abruptly. So, I just listen to his voice until the call ends on its own.
I have his photo on both my phone's lock and home screens, so I can just stare at him when Shrey and Abhi annoy me.
They call me obsessed, but how can I tell them it's not obsession; this is called love. Hehe, love. Yes, I love him so much. Can we love someone we've never met in person? According to me, yes!
Lost in my thoughts, I didn't realize how late it was getting. I used to sleep even later than this, but right now, I'm tired af. I needed to sleep, so I quickly played his songs on my phone and put the phone on the side table. Slowly drifting into sleep, I closed my eyes.
