Imperfectly Perfect

Tilottoma part 2

Ishan was dragging a sleepy Shubman through the sunday crowd of Kolkata.

Baby atleast tell me where are we going?

Shubman whinned for the ninth time.

Suva suva kaha jate hay Shubi?

Kaha?

Shubman asked innocently.

Ishan facepalmed.

Breakfast baby , Breakfast.

Ohhh! Firse kal wali jagah pe chalenge?

Shubman asked exitedly. Honestly he loved yesterday's Breakfast.

Ishan smirked.

So you like it huh!!

Shubman blushed at being caught.

Nope , today we are going to Dacres Lane.

After sometimes they reached at the old yet nostalgic place. They stopped before an old shop saying , 'chitto Babur Dokan'
(Chitto Babu's shop).

As usual Shubman was about to snicker but stopped seeing Ishan's murderous glare.
(True agar koi mere samne iss jagah ke bareme ulta sidha bole ek thappar lagane ka mann karta hay😑)

Shubman gulped.

T-to hum yaha keya khane wale hay jaan?

Hmmm ,  butterd toaste and chiken stew.

Kyu koi bimar hay keya?

Matlab?
Ishan asked confusedly.

Nehi matlab ye to patients ka khana hay.

Shubman started laughing but the joke was not even a bit funny to Ishan.

Shubman was laughing his ass off when he felt Ishan grabbing his collar harshly. Opening his eyes he knew he fucked up.

Ishan was fuming in anger.

Mrs.Shubman fucking Gill , did I ever said bad about your favourite dishes?

Shubman shaked his head as no.

Did I ever said that eating aloo pratha everyday is damn boaring?

Again Shubman denied.

Did I said that most of the panjabi food are too oily and spicy?

N-no jaan.

THEN WHO GAVE YOU THE FUCKING PERMISSION TO DISRESPECT MY FAVOURITE DISHES HUH??

At this point the whole crowd was looking at them enjoying the family drama. Shubman felt hella embarrassed.

I am sorry baby. Really sorry. I will eat whatever you want. But please don't shout here. People are watching.

So you are saying sorry because people are watching?

N-no absolutely not. I am really sorry.

Ishan scoffed.

Now I regret my decision of choosing you over any Bengali man.

Ishan obviously spat it in anger but Shubman's heart stopped at his last line.

Does Ishan really regret marrying him?

Is he not enough for him?

They ate Ishan's favourite breakfast which was surprisingly too good. But Shubman wasn't in a place to enjoy the taste. His brain was revolving around those words.