Shubman exhaled into the silence. “Can I tell you something honest?”
Yash looked at him.
“Yeah.”
“I’ve always believed... physical closeness is part of love. For me, it’s not about sex. It’s about connection. Like — I want to know every inch of you. I want to make you feel loved, not just hear it.”
Yash didn’t speak for a moment.
Then softly: “Do you feel like I’m denying you that?”
Shubman turned his head, surprised. “No. I just want you to know it’s something I value. But I’d never want you to feel pressured to give it.”
Yash nodded, but something flickered behind his eyes.
He didn’t speak more.
Not right then.
Later, after the lights were out, Yash turned toward Shubman and kissed him again.
This time, he initiated more.
Slid over him.
Pressed their bodies together.
His hands were bolder — pushing Shubman’s shirt up, sliding across his ribs, teeth grazing his jaw.
Shubman responded, of course. How could he not?
But even in the heat, he noticed—
Yash’s hands were shaking.
And when he guided Shubman lower, his breath stuttered in a way that didn’t feel like arousal — it felt like panic buried under bravado.
Shubman stopped.
Sat up.
“Yash.”
“What?” he asked, trying to smile. “You don’t want to—”
“Don’t do that,” Shubman said gently.
“Do what?”
“Pretend. You’re trying to give me something you're not ready for.”
Yash froze.
Then looked away.
Shubman waited. Gave him space.
And finally, in a voice so low it barely existed, Yash said—
“Someone made me feel like my body wasn’t mine anymore.”
The room stopped breathing.
“I didn’t fight. I didn’t say yes either. I just... froze. And now even when I want to let someone in, my body still acts like I’m unsafe.”
Shubman’s heart cracked open.
He reached forward — slow, deliberate — and pulled Yash into his arms.
“You’re safe with me,” he whispered. “Always.”
“I know,” Yash said. “That’s why I hate this. I want to want you in every way. But when it gets too real, I just—”
“You don’t have to do anything to keep me.”
Yash looked at him, eyes wet.
“Even if I never want that part?”
“Even then.”
Yash closed his eyes.
Shubman held him tighter.
“When I touch you,” he whispered against Yash’s temple,
“I want you to feel powerful. Not afraid.”
It rained that night.
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Not In The Script...
RomanceIt was supposed to be fake. But the jealousy felt a little too real. When a staged romance between Shubman Gill and Yashasvi Jaiswal explodes across headlines, they're forced to play along. But as the lines blur, feelings twist into something neithe...
Chapter- 16: Let Me Want You Right
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