•𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇• //𝒇𝒕. 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒏//

•CHAPTER-25•

"Ke likheya si saada milna,
Tu aidan milna eh nahi si pata haan.
Ve haaniya ve dil janiya~

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Aaj bahot velli hun, socha 1-2 hafte ki kasar poori kardu!!😭
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Y/N decided to keep her distance from Ishan, at least for a while. She focused on her work, pouring her energy into creating engaging content for the team's social media channels.

Whenever they crossed paths, Y/N was polite but professional, avoiding any personal conversations. Ishan seemed to sense her boundaries and respected them, not pushing her to talk about the kiss or their awkward morning after.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N started to feel more comfortable around Ishan again. She still couldn't remember the kiss, but the tension between them had dissipated.

One day, while working on a project, Y/N needed some footage from a recent game. She walked into the video room, where Ishan was editing some clips.

"Hey, need some help?" he asked, looking up from his screen. (He was watching his own proformance)

Y/N hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I need some footage from last week's game."

Ishan nodded and started searching for the clips. As they worked together, Y/N felt a sense of ease she hadn't experienced around him in weeks.

As Y/N and Ishan worked together, she couldn't shake off the feeling that something was familiar about the way he moved, the way he smiled. And then, like a flash of lightning, a memory hit her - a fragmented image of their lips touching, the sensation of Ishan's hand on her waist.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she tried to process the memory. It was hazy, but it felt real. She looked up at Ishan, who was oblivious to her epiphany.

"Y/N, you okay?" he asked, noticing her spaced-out expression.

Y/N nodded, trying to play it cool. "Yeah, just... remembered something."

Ishan raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Y/N hesitated, unsure if she should reveal her newfound memory. But something about Ishan's curious expression put her at ease.

"The kiss," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ishan's eyes locked onto hers, a mix of surprise and hope in his gaze.

*Y/n left*

Y/N was passing by the room where Ishan and Tasha were talking. She had just finished a meeting with a client and was heading back to her desk. As she walked by, she overheard snippets of their conversation, including Tasha's question about what had happened between Y/N and Ishan.

Y/N's curiosity was piqued, and she slowed down her pace, trying not to draw attention to herself. She didn't mean to eavesdrop, but she couldn't help it.

Tasha said, "Sir, that day I was not at home, but next time if someone else comes, what will we do? And sir, you can stay at your home... Anyways, I just need one room to stay!!"

Ishan replied, "It's okay, I can stay in a hotel!! Till you find a place to stay!!"

Tasha's eyes widened in surprise. "I've never met someone like you... You're so kind!!"