1 + 1 = 3 [ISHMAN]

Chapter 3

Ishan gets into his car, starts driving to the hospital all alone by himself.

His mind was cloudy with thoughts.

The hospital is far away from his house. All the way he was thinking about what's happening. It's still hard to digest what he heard from his brother. For him, his life feels so messed up at the moment. Overcoming a lot of falls and struggles, alongside with restless practice, he was playing well, doing better, and at this good time of his career, here comes a new problem. At least, he was still thinking of it as a unwanted, unexpected problem. It was eating his brain up.

He stopped his car because of traffic jam. He tried calming himself down. he couldn't just sit still, he takes out his phone from his pocket.

9 miss calls from Raj bhaiya

He ignored the notification and opened google. After hesitating for a moment, he googled about male pregnancy, hoping for it to be fake. Proving his hopes wrong, some cases of male pregnancy showed up, showing that it's not impossible. He saw some images of pregnant man, and babies who are born from a man. They look cute and healthy, absolutely no different than those babies born from females.

Ishan feels dumb for not knowing about it earlier. He shuts his phone and put it back in his pocket, staring blankly at his thighs.

'Am I ready to have a baby? to carry a baby? Is shubman ready to be a father? Am I ready to be a father? At this young?' these thought were running through his head, questioning himself.

'NO' is the only answer he could think of, to all of his questions.

He arrived the hospital. He parked his car and went in.

He passes the entrance, nervously walking through the hallway. He didn't really had to go to hospital frequently in his life. The environment makes him nervous.

He goes to the receptionist lady.

"Hello, sir. How can I help you?" She asked with a smile.

"I-.. I want to do a fetus removal" he said with a shaky voice.

The receptionist looks at ishan, then she looks around him, as if she was searching for the person who wants to get the fetus removed.

"It's for me" ishan said, feeling ashamed. In his mind he was thanking god that the lady didn't know him.

"Oh yeah. the rare cases." she nods her head understandingly
"your name, sir?"

"Ishan Kishan"

She writes his name down on a paper, "I've serialized your name. You have to wait for some time over there, sir" she points at a sitting place where people were waiting, "we'll call you shortly. you have to fill a form and then you're ready for it"

Ishan sits down there. He wasn't alone. there were a few people there, waiting. He saw a couple holding their newborn baby, maybe came for a regular check up. They looked so happy, talking to the baby, though the infant doesn't understand what his parents were saying, he was smiling happily hearing their voices. Ishan himself smiled at the scene.

Suddenly a young man, probably the same age as ishan's, bursts inside the hospital, with a baby in his arms.

"PLEASE HELP! MY DAUGHTER ISN'T BREATHING!"

he was freaking out, shouting desperately. Some nurses quickly approached to him and took them to the emergency room. Ishan could see the baby's pale face for a moment.

He felt extremely bad. For the father, for the baby. The desperate wails of the father echoing through his mind.

"How can you do this to your own baby?" Suddenly Raj's words banged in his mind, "you'll regret for your misdeed"