Butterfly Effect 🦋

❥︎𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩 11

Shubman held his breath in when he spotted a certain male sitting on their breakfast table, reading newspapers.

His throat went dry, shubman held the strips of his bag and attempted to pass the stairs quietly.

"Shubman?"

Shubman's breath hitched.

He took second before turning around , trying his best to avoid those pair of fierce eyes, he is way too terrified of them.

"Idhar baitho" the serious deep voice beemed through the living space, making chills go down Shubman's spine.
He timidly nodded before walking towards the table, as if he is hypnotized to listen to the spells of his father. He didn't reject any of his orders, as if the consequences aren't the best , and he knows it all too well.

He quietly sat on the chair, bit away from the man, who was constantly noticing every act of his.

"You aren't wasting your time on those stupid music and playing with sticks anymore, right?"

Shubman gulped.

"N-no.. dad" he stuttered out, voice very low.

"Good, you better study well. Even though I have least hopes from you, but at least get a job to live by yourself. I don't stand men relying on their parents for long"
Mr. Gill said, voice being cold, not anything unusual for Shubman.

Shubman nodded.

"Jaldi jao school"

Shubman slowly went to the kitchen to see his mom, cooking.
She wasn't humming songs like when they live alone, she was smiling.
Shubman went to her, taking her hand off guard.

Bruises.

Shubman took out the ointment from his pocket to apply on her hand.

"T-thik hai beta, zyada kuch nahi hua hai" She managed to smile a little for her son.

Shubman ignored, gently applying the ointment on the purplish marks. His fingers were shaking, he bit his lips to stop himself from crying.

"You still, still want to live with that monster" Shubman whispered out, red eyes finding her mother's gaze.

"Shubman! Watch your words!" She said.

"I don't care anymore" he let her hand go before leaving the kitchen.

Shubman walked pass the school gate, his throat was hurting for surpressing cries.
Walking through the corridors he could heart the familiar voice, the one Shubman always found way too melodious.
There was Ishan, talking to some students.

Shubman went, way too fast to scoop the shortie in his embrace.

"I- Hey Shubi?"

Shubman nuzzled in his neck, taking his usual scent, strangely making Shubman calm down, he closed his eyes.He felt warm, relaxed.

Ishan widens his eyes , smiling nervously at the students beside him.

The student was about to say something when his friend dragged him away, "ae yashu, idhar kya kar Raha vai!" , the guy named dhruv said before leading him towards their class.

Ishan shied in reliefe, tracing his attention to the boy in his arms, "what happened shubi?" He asked, finding the others expressions odd.

Shubman shook his head, "I missed you so much"

Ishan didn't know, but he blushed.

"U-um shubi let go now- we are in the middle of corridor, it may look sus"

"Friends also hug, no sus" Shubman's  voice muffled.

"Shubi, do you get that you are practically devouring me-"

Shubman cleared his throat, slowly letting go of Ishan. Both having rosy cheeks.

"Class ke chale?" Ishan said, taking his hand gently.

"Waise" Ishan cleared his throat one the way to classroom, "lunch me milte hai phir, under the stairs of old building" he said.

Shubman nodded side to side , dimples poking out, anxiety long forgotten.

Shubman was sitting on an old bench under the stairs of old building of their school, with Ishan on his lap. Shubman burried his on the crook of his neck, inhaling Ishan's scent. Ishan's soft features, little traces of his
hair that reaches the tip of his nose, his narrow waist , his deep oceans voice, all together Ishan seemed like a  drug to Shubman, a drug which makes him go deep and deeper. Manipulating his mind to forget everything, a soft comfort and hint of giddiness. Ishan made him feel things that even his favourite song couldn't.

"Shubi? Bata na kya hua?" Ishan asked while combing the others messy hair locks, with low and gentle voice.
Since morning ishan could find his behaviour unusual, there must be something that Shubman is hiding.

"Nothing" Shubman gently kisses the other's nap, making the boy grip onto him.
He pulled away, drunken daze finding it's towards his lips , Ishan shivered, shubman leaned in to softly capture his lips , making the other kiss back.

Ishan felt the butterfly effect again that day.

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