Butterfly Effect 🦋

❥︎𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩 10

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"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

Shubman flinched.

He tried to fall asleep, but he couldn't. He couldn't fall asleep.

So now he has to deal with this horror.

Shubman pulled his knees close to his chest , his breaths started to become heavy and frequent, Sweat running down his forehead.

"BITCH!"
A sound of slap echoed through the silent walls of the leaving room, making Shubman shiver. His chest started heaving up and down, shubman got up, eyes searching for a specific pair of white wires.

"Fuck! Where is it! Where is it!" Shubman whispered, desperately trying to find it everywhere, he threw his bagpack away, scattered everything on his study table.

"No! I need it now! Now!" Shubman gripped onto his hair, choking desperately in tears.

He couldn't breath.

He needs an escape.

His vision is becoming blur again.

No. Not again.

The phone beside him started to vibrate.

Shubman somehow caught his breath, picking the gadget with his trembling hands.

Ishan🦋💕 calling....

Should he picked up?

Maybe.

"Hello, boyfriend ~" A melodious voice came from the other side, with a bit of giggles.

And Shubman? He didn't know, this is what he needed.

Shubman instantly felt as if he is in someone's warm embrace, a source of warmth blooming in his heart.

He didn't know, listening to someone's voice, even for a second, could affect him this much.

"Tapak Gaya kya?"

The voice shoved shubman back to reality.

"Are w-wo kuch kaam kar Raha tha"
He tried his best to sound normal, he doesn't want to disclose his situation yet.

Shubman laid down on his bed, covering himself with the blanket as he kept the phone close to him.

"T-tune sach me call kiya"

Shubman tried his best to not break out in tears. For now, he just wants Ishan to stay on the call...

"Haan, but jyada kuch sochna maat, hum bas bore ho rahe thee . Are the main thing! tujhe yaad hai wo class 3 ka baacha padosi ke, Kasam se itna shaitan baccha zindegi me nahi dekhe hum! Tution padhne Aya tha, do char thop diye sar pe!........."
Ishan started ramble about the incidents, shubman closed his eyes.

Maybe he wasn't focusing on every details of Ishan's rants, but he could find himself slowly drawning in his deep yet sweet voice. His breath slowly becoming steady, he didn't sweat anymore. Shubman's tears were dry, he pulled the device closer to his cheek.

Ishan's voice works faster than music actually.

"Are you listening?"

"H-han"

"Kuch hua kya?"

"Nahi to, kya hoga?" Shubman said, trying his best to make his voice sound normal.

"Low sound kar Raha hai, waise chot kaisi hai Teri?"

"Woh thik hai..."

"Phir kya chupa Raha hai humse?"

Shubman's breath hitched, no. No way he would tell this to him.

He cleared his throat.

"Kya Ishu, kuch nahi. W-waise wo aaj-"
Shubman attempted to change the topic.

"Kya?"

"Wo k-ki"

"Itna Sharma kahe Raha hai? Bol na, kal to bada udd Raha tha!"

Shubman blushed, well that's Ishan's personality, he is quite bold at time.
And Shubman loves that.

Ishan laughed.

"Kaise gulabi ban gaye the tum, shubmanwa~"

"Hey! Jaise kal tu bilkul sharma nahi raha tha Haan!"

"W-wo, thik hai kal baat karte hai!"

"Ae! Dekha abhi bhi sharma gya"
Shubman giggled.

"Tu! I won't talk to you anymore "
And shubman could see the shorter male puffing his cheeks, even in a audio call.

"Aw boyfriend, don't be angry at me! My heart might die!" Shubman exclaimed, dramatically.

"Pagal kahika"

They both chuckled.

"It's late..."

"Oh... Okay"
Shubman's heart dropped. The smile among the dried up tears vanished quickly.

A few seconds of silence passed through.

"Good night, boyfriend"

Shubman smiled slightly as call ended.

He shifted on his bed to face the ceiling of his room.
As the bright screen of his phone turned off, the bitter darkness of the room engulfed the teenage boy. Even in the scorching summer day, he shivered in cold, his heart yearned for a warmth again.
The chaos from downstairs now died down, making the house awfully quiet. Now even the silence scares shubman as much, making young mind to think horrible things.

He pulled a pillow closer to him, hugging the soft thing tightly.

"Ishan" he said , heart longing for the certain positive ball of sunshine.

Thoughts of the certain boy started fill his mind, his voice from their recent conversation rung in his mind. Shubman tried to drawn himself in by imagining Ishan being in his arms, talking to him, his smell, his hair, him.

Shubman smiled in daze of imagination, closing his eyes he slurred out, "oh Ishan... Mat jao na..."

His eyelids felt heavy, shubman slowly slipped into slumber.

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