A/N - I don't know which celebrity you all are talking about but there ain't any celeb in this story as long as I know.

Glad that stilltheoneiwant CastleInAir stressismyfriend knows about the flight man and yep you guys are right.

The flight man, Naman, which you all probably forgot is in the 9th chapter.

Lemme explain a bit about him, he is a fan of Ishan and has dimples.

Now back to the story.

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Ishan squinted his eyes. His head thumped wildly. He couldn't even open his eyes properly.

With great difficulty, he could see a blurred figure. He was in a car and the man beside him was driving with a wide grin on his face, he had dimples.

"Shubi?" Ishan mumbled. His throat was a bit clogged.

The car slowed down as the man looked at him. His face was not similar to Shubman's, but again his vision was too blurred to even get the difference.

"Ishan you are up?" The man asked, his voice raspy.

"Shubi my head hurts," Ishan replied.

"It's okay babe, let us reach the hotel first then I will take care of you." Again the raspy voice not at all like Shubman. Shubman also never called him babe before?

His head hurts too much to even recognize Shubman.

Suddenly a gust of wind came making him shiver.

"What happened?" The man asked staring at Ishan who was shivering slightly.

"Cold" Ishan whispered. The car halted.

He took off both his and Ishan's seat belt. The sudden touch had jolted Ishan.

Taking off his jacket he made Ishan wear it.

"Let me do it, baby," He said when Ishan took the jacket to wear it by himself.

No matter how much his head hurt he can still wear the jacket but he didn't question Shubman and let him do it. His hands were a bit rough.

He leaned in to peck Ishan's cheek and nibbled it a bit making Ishan scrunch up his nose.

"You changed your perfume?" Ishan asked inhaling the musky scent of wood.

"Yeah, you like it?" The man grinned booping his nose.

"It sucks" Ishan pulled away holding his head which was pounding really bad now. He could feel his head exploding. Supposedly shubman, zipped up the jacket and patted his shoulder.

"Can't risk you getting sick" He muttered before taking the seat belt.

But before he could put the seat belt on Ishan a loud bang on his car was heard.

Ishan's head throbbed more at the sound. His vision was too blurred to even figure out the three men standing outside of the car.

"Fucker come out" A voice roared kicking the door of the car.

Naman's breath hitched seeing Rohit, Virat, and Shubman standing out. How did they get here?

With a shaky hand, he opened the door and came out, closing the door behind him.

Just as he came out his face was met with a strong punch.

"Cheeku wait," Rohit said holding him back.

"You want me to wait when this bitch was going to kidnap Ishan?" Virat glared at him.

"I never kidnapped Ishan sir"

"Oh, then where were you taking him huh, on a ride?"

"No seriously, I saved him from a kidnapping and was going to the police station."

"Stop these lies, you are busted."

"I am telling the truth. I am a very big businessman in fact. You can check my name on Google, Naman Rathore."

"He is right though, he is a business tycoon and the photos on Google are of him only," Shubman said showing his Google search.

"See I really saved him from getting kidnapped. I am a big fan of Ishan sir that's why I recognized him and helped him. If you don't believe see my hand. I got hurt while saving him" Naman replied showing his wrist to them.

"Open the door, we will see Ishan first," Shubman replied.

"Of course see, he is not at all tied or anything, just laying on his seat. He is fine and if I kidnapped him then would I not have tied him up?" Naman said getting to the passenger seat and unlocking the door.

Maybe he was right. Because Ishan had his eyes closed and was lying on the seat comfortably.

Naman held Ishan by his waist and pulled him out.

Ishan hissed, his hand going to his head.

"What happened to him?" Shubman asked standing beside Ishan.

"Two shubi?" Ishan muttered staring at both Shubman and Naman.

"I don't know, maybe the kidnapper did something." Naman said. Shubman looked at Ishan who couldn't stand straight and if Naman's hand was not holding his waist he would have definitely fell.

"He is burning up." Shubman muttered holding Ishan's hand.

"The weather is cold, I gave him my jacket but apparently he got sick already." Naman said and Shubman looked at the jacket engulfing him.

The jacket was too big on Ishan.

"You would get cold, you should take your jacket back." Shubman replied unzipping the jacket from Ishan.

"But he is already burning up." Rohit said scowling at Shubman.

"He can wear my jacket." Shubman replied.

"Won't you also get cold Shubman sir?" Naman asked.

"I just did a heavy practice, I am all sweaty so the cold won't get to me." Shubman replied handing him his jacket back.

With a bit of difficulty as Ishan couldn't even stand straight Shubman zipped his jacket.

"Was it seriously necessary to change the jacket now?" Virat deadpanned.

"We can't trust the stranger. What if the jacket was the reason Ishan is acting this way? That's why he just laid him down with his jacket." Rohit replied.

"You are right we cannot trust him." Virat nodded his head.

"Sorry to interrupt sir but I can listen to you guys." Naman sighed.

"So? We can't trust a stranger when the Indian cricket team member was just on the verge of getting kidnapped." Rohit replied.

"Naman if you don't mind coming with us, then can you come to the hotel with us? After Ishan gets fine and tell us everything we will let you go." Virat muttered.

"And don't worry we will take good care of you till Ishan gets his consciousness back." Rohit was quick to add.

"Whatever makes you believe the truth sir, I won't mind coming with you guys. But what about my car?" Naman shrugged, internally smirking. It wasn't like Ishan saw his face, so he is safe.

"Me and Rohit will come with you in your car and Shubi you take Ishan with you in our car." Virat said.

"Why me?" Rohit huffed.

"Just stop whining." Virat said pulling Naman back to his car making Naman release the hold on Ishan's waist.

Ishan stumbled getting imbalanced and if it was not for Shubman's quick instinct Ishan was surely going to fall on the road.

Shubman pulled Ishan in his arms and carried him towards the car.

"What did you to yourself Ishu? Can't you take care of yourself. " Shubman muttered.

"Sorry" Ishan whimpered.

"You could hear?" Shubman stilled.

"Little bit, my head hurts too much." Ishan mumbled.

"Give your head some rest and close your eyes." Shubman said opening the door of car and getting inside the backseat.

"Take us back to the hotel." Shubman told the driver who hummed before starting to drive.

Shubman made Ishan lay down with his head on Shubman's lap so he could massage his head.

"Saab ji we have blanket in the dikki [luggage boot]" The driver said after a few minutes of driving seeing Ishan's shivering figure in rearview mirror.

"Thank you bhaiya" Shubman said pulling the blanket and wrapping it all over Ishan.

"Itchy" Ishan whined when the leather of backseat scratched his neck.

"What happened Ishu?" Shubman asked.

"Itchy" Ishan muttered tapping the backseat.

Shubman pulled him into his lap shuffling the blanket so that it was wrapped up like a cocoon on Ishan's body. Only his head was out resting on Shubman's shoulder while his whole body was hid by the blanket. 

Shubman smiled seeing the cute sight. Without his buff arms in sight Ishan looked like a baby.

He watched Ishan's face, Ishan was puffing heavy breathes once in a while and the side of his forehead was little bit scratched.

There were deep red marks of finger on his neck as well and a few even turned slightly purple.

Shubman clenched his jaw. Whoever did this won't get away easily.

He will make sure the man is punished well for hurting Ishan.

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Lmao all of your comments always had me rolling on the floor.

Like this one lmfao

And yeah the difference between in these two comments...one made me go like aww and then the next one was like sike—

There are many more comments like this, I will show some more in the next chapter.