Scent of a Man (Ishman/Shubish/Ishdik/Shubman Gill x Ishan Kishan)

Scent of Someone

Notes:

This is a rpf. So the characters are obviously not mine ( I wish they were tho 😭), but the story is mine, so all rights to the story reserved.

My heartfelt thanks to my first reviewer, my translation buddy and my bff Ms. SB Heelshire; love ya gal! 🫶

That's all, not wasting any more time, please dig in, happy reading! 🤍

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Chapter Summary:

Drama.
Fight.
Drama.
Kiss.

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Chapter 3: Scent of Someone

It was Hardik who first opened his eyes reluctantly, just to discover a wide-eyed Ishan standing near the opened door, staring straight into his soul. He tried to grasp what was going on but his still sleepy head was not ready to do so, until he felt someone's face against his chest. He looked down only to find a sleeping Shubman with an infantile smile on his face. He then looked at both of their hands and legs, and his eyes were left wide open.

As soon as Hardik processed what was going on, he looked back at Ishan who was still standing there without saying something, clearly shocked to his core. He immediately tried to free himself from Shubman's hands, but the sleeping man didn't let him do so. Instead he tightened his embrace, and started to nuzzle up against Hardik, mumbling something.
Hardik glanced at Ishan again with pure embarrassment in his eyes, and then looked back at Shubman before shouting, "Abe yaar, chhod mujhko saale!", at the top of his lungs.

This worked.
Shubman's eyes burst open, and the next second, they were both at the opposite corners of the bed, looking at each other with pure horror, breathing heavily.

We don't know how long this awkward staring contest was going to last, as it abruptly stopped when a curly-haired head peeked from Ishan's back, and asked, "Are chal kya raha hain yahan? Tum log practice mein nahi ja rahe ho kya?"

After Kuldeep was gone, Shubman found out Ishan was standing in the room for quite some time and freaked out once again. However Ishan didn't pay any heed to him. He just dryly remarked, "Good morning. Niche milte hain," before taking his leave.

Both Hardik and Shub reached the practice aroung 7:25. No one paid them any attention except Virat, who gave both of them a side-eye. Ishan was already there, doing some jumping jacks. Shub rushed to him to have a talk before the net practice started.

"Aye Ishu, tu gussa hain kya?", he asked. Ishan didn't answer, he just started doing pull-ups. "Dekh koi aisi waisi baat nahi hain, Hardik bhaiya khud aaye the raat ko uthkar bed mein, unhe darr lagta hain na, tujhe to pata hi hain", he tried to explain despite of Ishan intentionally ignoring him. "Dekh tu galat mat samajh, hum to bas so rahe the", he started to explain once more, but Ishan interrupted. "Maine tujhse koi explanation maanga?", he asked very coldly, " Tera kamra hain, teri bed hain, tu soye ya bistar garam kare, mujhe kya?"

Shubman's face visually flushed with anger. "Kya? Kya bola tune?", he shouted, "Firse bol?"
"Kya bolu? Chilla chilla ke bol du sabko kya sab chakkar chala raha hain tu? Haan? Bol...", a sharp slap landed on his face before he could finish the sentence.

Everyone looked at the two of them.

Ishan immediately brought his hand to his cheek, feeling the sting of the slap. It hurt.

"Apni ghatiya muh se meri baat na kar Ishan", Shub's eyes blazed with fury, " Tu kya kar raha tha kal? Main bol du chilla chilla ke? Ghatiya ladka, sharam nahi hain tujhko?", his whole body was trembling with anger.