Metanoia (Shubman gill×Ishan kishan)

Chapter 15

Shubman's POV

It's been a week since I saw him.Not that I didn't want to see him,but I couldn't as I went to visit my grandparents in India.I couldn't visit them for Diwali as I was too busy to close a deal with the Brits.So,I thought why not celebrate the Christmas with my Nana and Nani.

Today is 31st December.Every year in the same date,the Kishan family holds a glamorous gala,which floods with celebrities,tycoons,politicians and all the big sharks,to raise funds for different causes.

Ishan actively takes part in charity causes.He runs for women's rights,he runs for mental health awareness,he runs for lgbtq+ community,he donates money to the victims of femine,pandemic,flood and what not.He always stands up for the right things.You can say he is truly a humanitarian.

Most importantly,he is a beautiful person,both inside and out.The image of him wearing that burgundy shirt on our date night is still imprinted in my head.

He looked beautiful,seductively beautiful that night.Silk wrapped around his body,raven hair tousled,black eyeliner painting his beautiful eyes.I wanted to touch him,run my fingers over his curves,his dips,everything.

I wanted to burn that waiter alive that night to even looking and smiling at him,let alone hitting on him infront of me.

Not sure what it was,but i didn't like how other guys look at him.He is a sight for sore eyes.He is mine to see,mine to fuck.Fucking Mine.

His skin is soft,not a trace of hair on his arms.He likes to keep himself groomed.Maybe that's how he got the small cuts and bumps on his arms,at least that's what he told me.

And the scratches on his arms,more accurately around his wrist were from his cat,he told me when I kept pestering him about them.I'm not going to lie when I say,I wanted nothing but to kill that motherfucking cat,but Ishan would throw me out of his life if I do that,and I can't afford that.Then again,I'm not a monster who thinks about harming and killing innocent animals.

Even with the tiny scares and scratches,he is beautiful.I loose myself in his eyes when he bats his long eyelashes or when he bites his lower lip.Sometimes he zones out,sometimes his breathing becomes forced,I don't know the cause.But I'm intrigued.

He is a mystery,a beautiful seduction.And I'm a parched man,in need to quench my thirst for the temptation named Ishan Kishan.

"Shubman?"

I was brought back to reality by a soft voice.And there he was,standing infront of me in all his allurement,wearing a three piece wine coloured suit,with a small white rose tucked delicately in his chest pocket.The suit hugged his body so seamlessly as it was made for him only.

His raven hair was gelled back,and he was clean shaven.

I want to lick his jaw.

Holyshit!I'm getting hard by just looking at his face,what the fuck,man?

"Shubman...hey?"...

My dirty thoughts ceased when Ishan snapped his fingers infront of my face.

Oh this boy really is the sole cause of my distraction.

"I have been calling your name for the past 3 minutes,Shubman",he said,voice soft,but not smiling.But then again,he smiles rarely.He always have that fucking walls around him that I want to break desperately.

"You..you look beautiful today,Ishan",I said sincerely,getting lost in his big doe-eyes.

But his face hardened.

"I am not bea-"

"You.Are.",I cut him mid sentence because I was ready for the repeatative bullshit that he was gonna spat.