Shubman's POV
"What do you mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean",I'm quite literally tired of all these confound mysteries,and the truth they have been trying to dodge since the very beginning.
"I'm not stupid,so I will save both of us time and ask you directly.Who.Hurt.Ishan?",my voice was loud and clear,my eyes were fixed on Ishan's father who was sitting across me.
Uncle Kishan's shoulders were stiff,his jaw tickling,waves of tension practically rolling off him.
Ishan completely broke down in my arms that evening in my penthouse. Telling me about his fears,his insecurities and what not. But I knew,there was more to the story.A big part of the story that he wasn't telling me,or maybe,he was afraid.
No matter how many times I made it clear to him that he doesn't have to be afraid of me,his mind somehow manages to turn the tables,which in turn forces him to form the fucking walls around him.And his mental door slam game is top-fucking-notch.
But it doesn't matter,because no matter how many walls he forms around him,I will break them down.Every single one.Every.single.time.
But right now,I want some fucking answers which I sure as hell couldn't get from Ishan,no matter how much I tried.I can't stand it to see him waking up from nightmares or having panic attacks out of nowhere.I can't see my boy breaking down infront of me every single day.
"It's not my place to tell you,Shubman",his father exhaled a long sigh,looking tired.As if me,bulldozing my way into his office and asking about his son,aged him 20 years back.
"I came here for answers.And I'm not leaving without them",I gritted through my teeth,getting agitated with the unnecessary delay and hesitation.
"Shub-"
"Do you not trust me?",I cut him before he could open his mouth to sputter some bullshit about respecting people's privacy.
"Shubman,son,you kno-"
"Yes.Or.No?",I leaned into my chair,my nails digging the leather of the armrests.I was on the verge of snapping.
"Yes,I do,Shubman",uncle said,after a moment of silence,just sitting there observing my face.
I leaned forward and tried to keep my voice steady. "Then tell me the truth",my eyes didn't leave his.
"Ishan will tell you everything in the right time.Just trust him,Shubman. I can only tell you a thing.My biggest mistake was that woman.That i trusted her,loved her.My one...my one mistake ruined my son's life",uncle Kishan finished with a shaky breath.
My mind took some time to process the things he said.
Woman
Mistake
Ruined his son's life.
Ruined ishan's life.Ruined my Ishan's life.
No questions were in my mind,except one. And I spat it out without wasting any time.
"Name"
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"I want the file on my table by Monday",and with that,I disconnected the call. All the information will be gathered about her by my trusted men,and Katherine Abelli would wish she was never fucking born.
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