Chapter 14

They reached their location. It was a huge mall, full of expensive brands.

Shubman POV:

I stopped the car and parked it in.

Un-buckling my seat belt, I gave a quick glance at Ishan. He was now stabilized.

'Shall I ask...?'  I thought. 'What if he gets on my head and nerves later on...?'

I slightly shook my head and opened the door to exit. Ishan exited too. Fortunately, all those people didn't follow us.

"Guess I should carry a bunch of bodyguards often...." I murmured.

Ishan was unusually quiet. I'm not concerned, just curious!

He was walking at a much slower pace than usual, much dormant. It's so damn unusual of him, it's irritating.

"I'm going to buy some new shoes." I stated simply.

No reply.

He kept following me to the shoes section.

I immediately forgot about everything when I saw all those designer shoes. I didn't care about the prices that much, I do have money.

"Well...I guess, I'll just go to the t-shirt section..." I turned my head towards the short guy who was now walking away from me.

I frowned at the disappearing figure. I felt something in me.

Why do I feel this much sorrow all of a sudden...?

Although Ishan didn't utter a word, somehow I felt his sadness in him. Why? It was as if I could almost read his unspoken eyes. Why?!?!

Ishan disappeared after a few seconds. I kept frowning in that direction. I'm now really getting irritated by all these new emotions running through me.

"Sir? What would you like to see?" I turned my head at the sound source.

By now, I was almost recognised by the entire mall, they didn't interrupt me though. I liked that.

I walked towards the several collections of shoes that were on display on the wall. I slowly traced my hands on them. I tried my best to select at least a few of them but somehow my mind was elsewhere.

I frowned at myself. What is all these? I never get distracted when I'm buying something, especially shoes.

I looked around and tried to select a few. None of them interested me.

I huffed and exhaled sharply. Frustration was now evident on my face.

There were two staff members behind me who looked at each other in confusion. It was really very unusual for me.

"Do you have any more collections?" I asked, frustrated, with a frown.

"Wait a minute sir!"

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It legit took me one and a half hours to select four different pairs. Generally, within this much time I'd select at least ten to fifteen different pairs! I'm legit shocked at myself.

The particular thing that shocked me the most was how my mind would constantly think or roam around Ishan.

"Thank you sir!" the cashier handed me the bag.

I took the bag and started walking towards the t-shirt section. Looking here and there I tried to find the familiar short figure.

"Where...are...you... Ishan...?" I softly muttered.

I spotted him shortly.

'Did I just feel happy?!'  I'm now more than confused.

I shook my head and slowly went towards him. He had a few t-shirts on his hand and was selecting a few more. He didn't notice my presence yet.

"Have you tried all of these?" hearing my voice all of a sudden, did make him almost jolt and turn around quickly.

His breath got stuck in his throat and mouth got jammed. I frowned at that reaction. He was distracted and it seemed like he kept choosing all those clothes just to distract him, but from what?

I kept staring at the other and Ishan didn't move. I felt so much emotion altogether. It was overwhelming for me, for someone who never wanted to feel anything. Ishan's eyes held so many unspoken things.

'Do I want to know them...?'  I'm confused about myself which I never was.

Ishan made me confused, for the first time in my whole life. For the first time someone confused me about my own thoughts.

I gritted my teeth and glared at him.

"Where did your mind go?.... Ishan?" I called.

Ishan snapped out of his trance and looked away.

"Y-Yea, I was about to try them..." he muttered.

I sighed at that.

"Go, I'll wait outside! And be quick!" I said in my ordering tone.

No reply.

I frowned again.

The more he avoided answering me, the more I frowned. The HECK!

'No! I'm not worried or concerned about him! NO!'  I shook my head as I stood in front of the changing room, waiting for Ishan to finish up.

But the thing is, I didn't entirely expect him to show me what he wore, or what he tried on.

The door slowly opened, revealing Ishan in a brand new t-shirt. It was of light green colour with black coloured designs.

He was looking breathtaking— NO!!

I shook my head and looked away and sighed sharply.

"Does it look...'alright'...?" he asked with a monotonous tone.

I looked at him. He kept staring at himself in the mirror. He had a small pout on his lips, barely visible.

We made eye contact through the mirror. Neither of us broke it. His eyes were somewhat gloomy than other days. It held so many emotions.

I was more than immersed in them that I didn't notice how quickly time went by. Ishan kept standing there, in that same position and was waiting for my reaction.

After a few seconds, I slowly nodded.

He broke the eye contact and slowly closed the door. As soon as it closed, I realised how fast my heart was actually beating.

'I really don't want any of these Lord...'

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He was finally done choosing his outfits and took them on his hand and started to walk towards the cashier.

I followed him as I kept looking at my phone.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw Ishan slowing down a bit and look to his side, I too glanced at there.

*Tsk* "Dark chocolates...chahiye the..." he muttered in a very low voice, but I heard it.

He didn't stop walking though. But I did.

Ishan was busy paying for his products while I was busy looking at the chocolate section from outside. I glanced at Ishan then again at the chocolate stall.

'Nope! It's a very bad idea Shubman!!'

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We exited the store. I was content with my new shoe collection. Ishan was expressionless. I'd occasionally glace at him but would gain no reaction.

Ishan slowly sped up and walked ahead of me. I kept looking at him from behind and kept frowning.

'Nope! I'm not gonna think about the ways to cheer him up! NO!!'  I sighed in frustration.

Ishan did look different the whole day. He didn't talk to me much, nor irritate me. I sighed again and clenched my jaws.

It's getting out of hand now!

I slowly dug my one hand into the packet in my other hand and grabbed something.

"Isha—"

"ISHAN!! HEYY!!!"

I was cut off when someone else yelled out loud. We both looked to our side.

It was no one other than Mayank.

I looked at Ishan.

He was now SMILING?!

"Hey...!" Ishan walked towards the other and gave him a tight hug.

My nose was flaring by this time. I gritted my teeth, my jaws muscles flexed.

Ishan laughed with him now, he was no more sad nor gloomy.

"Hey! Shub! Got new pairs of shoes again?!" Mayank asked, I blankly smiled at him. Ishan did get a hint of fakeness in that smile of mine.

'No Ishan...I'm not at all jealous! Don't get me wrong...!'  I said in my mind, as if saying to Ishan.

Maybe he got my thoughts, maybe he heard my thoughts. He broke the eye contact with me as soon as we made.

I clenched my fists, along with the huge dark chocolate packet in my hand which I was indeed about to give to Ishan.

Yes, I bought it for Ishan. I have no idea why I did it, I just....did.

But now, I crushed it hard and kept it hidden inside the packet and went towards them, to go back to our hotel.

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