Metanoia (Shubman gill×Ishan kishan)

Chapter 33

Shubman's POV

"Shubman and I have our full trust on you",Uncle Kishan said to the man standing tall and straight infront of me.

Straight shoulders,not a single emotion visible on his face. "I won't let you down",his answer came in a monotone,but I didn't miss the flicker of guilt swimming deep in his eyes.Ryle Andreyev have been Ishan's personal bodyguard for a long time,he has been his protective shield. But Ryle wasn't there when Ishan crumbled underneath the weight of his past coming back,and even if he doesn't show it,I can feel that Ryle blames himself. It wasn't his fault. His lover was in dead bed that time and he was on leave.

"I want to test your pick,Andreyev",I said,keeping my eyes on him. A curt nod followed by "whenever you say,Mr Gill".Ever since Ishan received that text which caused him several days in hospital bed,uncle Kishan made the security around his properties even tighter. Now,he wants a group of skilled and trained assassins to protect his son from afar. And I whole heartedly agree with him.

As the chief of protection unit,Ryle had the responsibility to pick the best,and he did.Now,don't get me wrong,it's not that I don't trust Ryle,but I have to make sure that the person is worthy and eligible enough to protect the love of my life.

A soft knock echoed,filling in the silence in the home office of Uncle Kishan. A mop of brown hair peaked through the half opened door. As his big,brown eyes fell on mine,my heart leaped out of my chest.He is still alive, a line I have told myself uncountable times for the past 8 weeks.

Deep breaths.
He is still alive.

Deep breaths.
I didn't lose him.

Deep breaths.
Ishan loves me.

"Can I borrow Shubman for a moment?",his soft voice drifted to my ears and I immediately stood up from the couch and made my way towards him.

"He is all yours now",his dad chuckled,while I placed a kiss on his forehead,which caused a blush to rise on his cheeks.

A whine of embarrassment left his mouth while I softly shut the door behind us. A pulled him in my arms and inhaled his scent. Smells like Coconut and honey. Feels like Home.

Deep breaths.
He is still alive.

I chanted in my head while Ishan dragged me upstairs to his room.It's been two months since Ishan's been back home from hospital. He isn't allowed to take stress,but he can't live without work,and thus the work from home.Files and paper lay sprawled in his table,an open laptop and an empty cup of coffee.

He locks the door,trapping us in his bedroom. And suddenly memories come rushing.I was in this same room,two months back.Only difference is my Ishan was fighting for his life that time,and now...now he is here. With me. He is safe. He is still alive. I couldn't bring myself to ask him about the photo I found in his room,too afraid that it might trigger something and push him away again.

"So..?",I began but he hushed me and pushed me gently till I was sitting on his bed.I can clearly see the internal debate going on in his head,his eyes constantly focusing on everything except me.His bottom lip trembling ever so slightly. He wants to tell me something,but is afraid of being judged.

I would rather set myself on fire than judging the love of my life.

"Come here",I patted my lap.When he's in my arm's reach,I made him straddle me and look into my eyes. "I love you so much,Ishan.More than you can ever imagine",I kissed him slowly,making him realise how much he means to me. "I love you too,Shubi."

"Do you trust me,baby?"

"Yes..",his answer came in a low whisper,as if he was trying to hold in his tears.