Part 18

“What!? No way !” Ishan huffed in frustration, placing his tender arms on his waist , he looked at his mother with a frown .

One thing he hates the most is others making decisions for him but his mother just barges in his room telling him that she and Mrs Gill had planned a honeymoon kind trip for Him and Shubman like an order which he had to listen to.

“ What's wrong with this?” Mrs Kishan replicated Ishan's posture and stood firm on her decision.

She really wants her son to be happy and explore life but the aforementioned son can't seem to understand her intention.

“Mom, the question should be what's not wrong with it? I have a job and the same goes for Shubman.

We both already took a long leave .It's not the right for us to extend our leave any longer” Ishan struck the nail on the head as he smoothly dragged Shubman in it .

Damn Ishan you're getting good at this by each passing day.

His mother's expression falterned as her resolve started breaking.  He knows his mother is a reasonable person and would never do anything that would jeopardize their career.

She let out a sigh and nodded at Ishan. “ You're right. This trip had to be postponed to later”

Hearing the last part Ishan's smug look changed into a pout. His mother is not going to let this go but anyways it's still better than going right away.

Ishan sighed in relief as Mrs Kishan got outside the room leaving him alone . He shook his head.

Honeymoon trip? Bleh ! I would rather sleep with prithvi.

Ishan pursed his lips as he remembered that he still had to pack his belongings as they all had to naturally go back to Delhi since all the wedding functions had ended.

He was happy that everything went smoothly and that he can finally relax after going back to his room .

His mouth muscles are literally crying from the amount of time they had stretched to smile at their relatives.

And he couldn't even be Petty about it because they all are very sweet. Well not all but it's still better than his relatives who all are wolves in sheep’s clothing.

Some time later He was so lost in talking to himself that he didn't notice that Shubman had come into the room and for a moment Shubman thought he was talking to him but he remembered how Ishan was having an intense debate with himself a few days ago.

His usual cold eyes crinkled with amusement as he trudged towards his neatly packed bag.

Ishan, who still had no idea that someone else was also in the room, turned around abruptly.

“AHHH” his heart pounded at the sudden appearance of someone. Realizing it's just Shubman his heart called down as he placed his hand on his chest which was beating fastly.

“Why are you here!?”Ishan grumbled at the other guy who was standing like a mountain as if nothing amazes him .

What is he ? Soldier on a mission??

“Why should I not be here?This is our room .” Shubman didn't pay much attention to him as he checked his bag to see if he missed anything.

He needs to go earlier than others as there is some casualty in the hospital.

Our room? Ah yes .

Ishan bit his tongue at the absurdity of his question. Of Course he would be here . It's not his personal room .

Ishan gazed at Shubman’s strong back and gulped seeing the muscle on his back. His body ratio is definitely an ideal body type. Neither too big nor too skinny . Just the ideal.

Shubman, whose alertness regarding his surroundings are always high felt an intense gaze on his back

From his peripheral vision he can see that Ishan’s eyes were fixated on him . He chuckled as he flexed his muscles a bit for Ishan to look at .

He was quite confident regarding his body .

Usually he doesn't care if  anyone is sizing him up but currently he really wanted Ishan to have a good impression of his body .

After checking everything was in place , Shubman rolled up his sleeve, his veiny arms no longer hidden.

“I am heading first” Shubman felt he needed to inform Ishan about his whereabouts to Ishan now that they are married while the other lad  just nodding at him puzzled.

“Okay?” Why is he telling me that ?

Shubman chuckled again seeing the uncertainty On Ishan's face. He was cute like this. So instead of replying to Ishan, Shubman walked towards him until he was face to face with him to enlighten him a little

Shubman bented a bit to match their heights.

“Married couples tell each other about where they're going.and since you're my husband you should know where I am” Shubman said in a low voice sending shivers all over Ishan's body.

Ishan blinked his eyes, his cheeks flaring up.

Shubman noticed the redness on Ishan's ears and instead of retreating, he advanced his long finger on Ishan's collar tidying it as he continued,

“You should get used to having a husband.”

Saying that he patted Ishan's head and smiled, leaving the room.

Ishan felt his heart surging, his eyes following Shubman until he vanished away from his vision.

He let out a huge breath he didn't know he was holding in . His hand touched his hair where Shubman patted as a subconscious smile flashed on his lips.

I really need to get used to having a husband.

After a minute of smiling he realized he was smiling while his hand was still on his hair as he immediately removed his hand away and coughed.

He flicked his forehead. Why are you smiling !? Idiot!

He bit his lips and started packing his things too to forget about what happened.

Shubman, who was already at the airport, also smiled remembering what he did . It was so out of his character that he himself doesn't believe that he did that.

Having a husband is not that bad . Shubman smiled at his own thoughts as he immersed himself in the patient file as a cold look again supplanted his face again.

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Mayank sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn't believe it was him who was in the mirror.

Messy hair , bloodshot eyes. Eye bags . Pale lips.

He felt as if he aged 50 years in a single night.

He watered his face with cold water and said some positive words to himself but tears again formed in his eyes as fell on the floor with thud .

He felt pity for himself as he kept wiping his tears .

Why is he crying? He also doesn't know.

Is it because of what he did that night?

Is it because he was just a replacement for Ishan in Abhishek’s eyes ?

Is it because he felt disgusted by himself to let things go this way ?

Or is it because He yelled at Ishan?

He abruptly stood up knocking a few toiletries too as he languidly came outside the bathroom and took out his bag and started throwing all his belongings in it .

He needs to get away from here . He felt suffocated.

Ishan sighed as he finally packed everything and laid on the fluffy bed. He picked up his phone to call Mayank instictly but when he was just about to dial, he remembered the argument they had .

This guy. Is he seriously not gonna talk to me ?.

Pouting, he put away his phone but a minute later he picked up his phone and called Mayank.

Frick it ! I am going to talk to him whether he wants to talk to me or not .

He called him a few times but each time it went to voicemail. His eyebrows formed a frown . It was too peculiar.

No matter how much they fight, they still pick up their phone after some time but this time he didn't call him back .

Is he okay ?

He rubbed his forehead before standing up to go talk to him in person.

Why does he feel like something is not right with each step he takes towards Mayank's room.

He knocked on Mayank's door quite a few times but nobody opened it.

He sighed at Mayank's stubbornness and turned to leave . Maybe Mayank needs some space .

He was just about to go when the noise of something breaking rang in his voice . He was alerted at the sound and yelled Mayank's name .

“Mayank!? !? Damn it” he hissed in frustration before running towards his room as he had Mayank's room key card too .

He rushed and hurriedly got the keycard from there and opened Mayank's door .

He gasped seeing Mayank's condition. There was a broken vase on the floor as Mayank was squating near his bed.

He immediately embraced Mayank's shivering body. Mayank his face in Ishan's arm muttering a string of sorrows to Ishan .

“No no don't say sorry . I am sorry”Ishan shook his head as he rubbed his palms on Mayank's back.

He was shocked to see Mayank like this. In the entire time of knowing Mayank , he had never seen him this down .

He didn't look like the Mayank he knew.

A few minutes later , Mayank stopped shivering and calmed down . His throat was raw as his tears and snort were all mixed up.

Ishan helped him to sit on the bed before getting a glass of water for him .

Mayank drank the water and looked at Ishan who was already gazing at him with worried eyes.

“What happened?” Mayank sniffled before telling him everything, leaving the part that Abhishek thought that he was Ishan.

Ishan grumbled after understanding the whole situation. “ That arse  So he just went away while leaving a I am sorry note!?. Just wait . I will punch him the moment I see him next.”

Pointing his finger at Mayank, “ are you sure he didn't take advantage of you !? “

Mayank chuckles before shaking his head, “ it was him who was under the influence of alcohol not me. Neither he was at fault nor me . It's just that circumstances are not fortune.”

Ishan nodded as he sat beside him and placed his arms around his shoulder. “ But I am not forgetting that you said I need to grow up ! “ Ha gave glare at Mayank as Mayank nodded with him .

“ Yea yea . You can give me any punishment you want.” The moment he said that he immediately regretted it because Ishan's eyes lit up in happiness.

“Any!? Well I want you to be my servant for the entire next month and you also have to do the piled work of mine”

“I should have stayed angry at him,”Mayank said in a low voice after hearing Ishan.

“Did you say something!?”Ishan squinted his eyes as Mayank shook his head in nothing and started cleaning his face with some tissue .

“So were you bottom or top?”

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