Butterfly Effect 🦋

❥︎𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩 9

Shubman and Ishan were coming back from school, holding hands , walking through the narrow lanes while listening to music using shubman's wired headphones.

Shubman was so lost in walking with Ishan, talking with him, taking frequent glances of him, usual acts of teenagers newly being in relationship.

Shubman was shyly checking out the small imperfections on Ishan's cheek , also how he scrunched his nose so cutely sometimes. Shubman was so engrossed that he didn't notice the electric post in front of him.

He straight up collided himself with electric post.

Ishan felt a tug on his hand, and the next thing he saw was shubman, laying on the ground.

"OWWH"
Shubman immediately groaned in pain, gripping his head.
Ishan widened his eyes, quickly sitting beside him.

"Andha wandha hai kya!" Ishan yelled.

"Oww" shubman pouted, rubbing his head.

"Kidhar dekhta rehta hai!" Ishan scowled, trying check on him.

"Ye sab chutiyapa kaun lagate he raste ki beech me"

"That's not in the middle-"

Ishan then looked at the post in front of him, then back at Shubman. He couldn't hold his laughter afterwards.

"Bwahaha, Shub ye maat bol tu.....haha"
Ishan laughed out loud, ending up sitting on the ground beside Shubman.

"I am hurt! It's not funny" Shubman complained, wincing in pain as he tried to get up.

" Idhar udhar ghurta rahega to Aisa hi hoga, you deserved it" Ishan somehow tried to control his laugh, helping shubman to get up.

"Wase Tera ghar aa hi gaya hai, Jake jaldi se ice laga le" Ishan said, dusting shubman's back.

Shubman pouted, "Haan"

"Chal dafa ho, kal milte he" Ishan said, before turning away.

"Ae! Mujhe Miss nahi karega kya ?" Shubman said, holding his hand back.

"Isme miss karneka kya hai, kal hi to milenge" Ishan rolled his eyes, turning to look at him.

"Call karega, raat ko?" Shubman asked , hopefully .

"Dekhte hai" Ishan said nonchalantly , folding his arms on his chest.

Shubman frawned again, "okay... See you" He started to walk away.

"Ae sun!"

Shubman stopped, turning back again.

Ishan checked his surroundings, and before Shubman could say anything he quickly pecked the dimple boy's lips.
"Goodbye, boyfriend" Ishan winked , before rushing away from there.

Shubman stood there, with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, well that was unexpected.

Shubman went back home, being all giggly and giddy.
He noticed his mom in kitchen, he threw his bag on the sofa and went there to hug his mom.

"Maaaa"

Shubman's mother turned at him, with knitted eyebrows, "ye chot kaise lagi?"

"Wo... Gir Gaya tha" shubman said, he couldn't help but blush a little when he thought of the reason.

Shubman's mother didn't give much of a reaction, she made Shubman sit to quickly go to the fridge.

Shubman winced when the cold ice touched his bruise, still the suspicion didn't leave his mind, why wasn't his mother reacting or scolding him? In any other normal days, she would have scolded the shit out of him.

"Wo...Shub" his mother said, tone very calm as she carefully dabbed the ice pack on his bruise.

"Kuch hua kya?" Shubman finally asked out.

"Wo tere papa..."

Oh.

Mrs. Gill could feel her son go stiff, the hint of smile vanished from his face ever so quickly.

"a-aj a rahe he"

Shubman got up.

"I am sleepy, mom. I am going to sleep."

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