🔞Caught at Love|| Ishman

Chapter Thirteen

Shubman didn't think he had the courage to face Ishan after what he had done to him but the desire to see the omega again pooled at his lower stomach, making his whole body burn with a foreign feeling. He walked up to Ishan's doorsteps but the slight gap in the door made him suspect that someone else was here. He was going to knock but the sudden leveled up scream from inside made him halt. 

“SHUBMAN!! PLEASE, SAVE ME! PLEASE-” 

“You can't even bother to shut up about him even when I'M the one touching you! Whore!”

Tilak had his one hand trying to pry away Ishan's shorts, while his other hand tried to grab at Ishan's neck, keeping him in place. The chokehold was so strong that Ishan felt his eyes closing, wondering maybe this would end once he could die, he'll end up in the peaceful world where he would have his baby-

Tilak surely didn't see the punch coming.

Shubman's fist caught him hard on the cheek, sending him toppling back against the table behind as he gasped through the pain. He tasted blood on his tongue and blinked with blurry eyes when he saw Shubman heaving angrily, hauling him up off the table only to smack him back down into the furniture with a violent backhand to the face.

"Fucking piece of shit," he slurred. "How dare you put your filthy hands on Ishan! I knew you were a degenerate, how could you treat your friend like that! I'll kill you! I'll fucking cut off your hands for touching Ishan!” 

"No," Ishan pleaded, curling in on himself in the ground. "Please, Shubman, don't. Please-"

Tilak dissolved into coughs when Shubman kicked him in the stomach. He drew his foot back to kick him again but Tilak lunged forward before it could connect. He tried to fight Shubman off but the Alpha was clearly stronger and he landed a couple of more punches on Tilak's face until it was bloody cracked.

Catching Tilak off-balance, Shubman’s tackle sent them both tumbling to the ground. Tilak thrashed beneath him, limbs flailing with a drunken lack of coordination, but Shubman's voice cut through the tassel before he could bring his fist down in another punch. "You'll never ever think of going near him again!"

Tilak was breathing heavily, blood trickling down the side of his face as he felt Shubman grab him at the neck, trying to cut off his air supply. Shubman looked like a mad man, rage at peak and the veins prominent on his upper body, he was going to end up killing him.

“SHUBMAN! PLEASE STOP, DON'T KILL HIM!"  

Shubman froze at the command from Ishan and when he turned to look, Ishan's attention was firmly on him. He was lying on the ground, tears devouring his face, clutching his stomach while his eyes pleaded to him. He realized Ishan was right, killing him would mean inviting trouble  and he didn't want Ishan to get dragged along with him in this. 

He swiftly stood up, Tilak's almost immobile body beneath him and he grabbed his collar, dragging him through the ground and reaching the main door, he threw Tilak outside on the ground in one quick second. 

“Don't step foot here again! Next time, it'll be your dead body that I'll throw out! And the cricket team will be informed about this, don't worry, bastard!"  

Tilak looked up at him, nervous and scared but Shubman couldn't be bothered more as he shut the door on his face. He was very angry, and hurt that someone could do something like this to Ishan. He felt angry at himself for treating Ishan similarly in the past days. 

A little bile rose up his throat, what if he was late? What if Tilak would have….raped Ishan while he was calling out for him. Ishan was calling out for him…what if he couldn't come on time. What if Ishan faced what he had faced as a child, helpless and calling out for help-