Metanoia (Shubman gill×Ishan kishan)

Chapter 16

Ishan's POV

Loud,free-spirit,cocky,annoying,handsome,charismatic,funny.These are a few adjectives I would use to describe him.Actually there's more,a lot actually.Shubman Gill was a force of nature.He never backs down,he never gives up.

Midnight black hair,dark black eyes,a sharp jaw which can cut diamond.A body which is made to be worshipped and a voice that can bring anybody to their knees.Shubman Gill was an art,a magnificent piece of art.

"A magnificent piece of art"

Hung up high in the gallery.Only the richest one can buy that piece of art,others just stare.

Others just dream of buying that.Dreaming,the only thing they can do.Just like me.

I don't fit in with him.Wherever he goes,people stop and stare at him.Unlike me,who is invisible.Who is always hiding his true self.

My mind goes back to yesterday.I'm sure he was just messing with me.He will get over me soon.He doesn't want me,he shouldn't.Nobody should want me.

I zone out,replaying his words that he said yesterday,over and over again.

Flashbacks~

"Ishan?"

"Hm?"

"It's been 4 months since we have been friends.What next?",Shubman asked,his eyes fixed on me.The afternoon sunlight painting the side of his face and hair golden.

We are sitting in a bench at the park,watching over the ducks swim through the still water.It's one of the dates he asked me out on.I agreed,after declining his offers quite a few time.Because I didn't know what to do with all the attention he was giving me.

"You don't deserve his attention"

The voice in the head taunted me.Forcing me to agree with it.Because It's true.I don't deserve it.

"Ishan",Shubman called out again.I shook my head to bring me out of that zone.

"Ishan,I asked you a question",there it was.The commanding voice,that makes me submit to him without even trying.

"What next...as in?",I asked,confusion clear in my voice.Shubman's facial expressions changed.His jaw tightened,and his eyes bore hole in my own eyes.I had to look away.Although i kept my face stoic,I couldn't keep looking at those eyes.

I sure said something wrong again.He is angry.Shit.

"Ishan,look at me". I didn't, because I couldn't face his raging eyes.

"Fucking look at me",his voice is much harder now.He is closer to me now too.Over the course of 4 months,we have bonded over as friends.I Occasionally hug him,just to listen to his heartbeat and get drunk in his scent.Citrus and Pine,that's what Shubman smells like.

I slowly lifted my head,looking at his dark eyes.Every muscle of my eyes are begging me to look away,but I can't.My eyes got fixed on his beautiful ones.

"The messages.The calls.The meetups.The dates.What do you think,Ishan?What am I talking about?",Shubman asked,his body fully facing me.

"No,don't. Don't look away when I'm talking to you"

I clenched my fists that were resting on my tighs.

"I have been taking you out on dates.Asking for your favourite movies,singers,colours,hobbies and what not?",he said,without missing a beat.

"Ask me why,Ishan". I stayed still.

"Fucking.Ask.Me",he spat those words,looking at me.

"W-why?",I managed to breath out the word.