All you need is love

chapter 12

"you don't know how much you mean-"

"I like you ishan "

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"I like you Ishan," Shubman said, his voice soft and sincere. "I'm really sorry for the way I behaved that day. I was just so confused when you first confessed to me, I didn't know how to respond." Ishan blinked, not quite believing what he was hearing.

As Shubman continued to caress his hair, Ishan spoke, his voice weak but steady. "You don't need to force your feelings for me, Shub" Ishan said softly, meeting Shubman's eyes. However, his words were cut short by a bout of coughing, his body still weak from fever. Shubman immediately moved closer, concern etched on his face. "You need to rest," he said firmly, his hand continuing to smooth over Ishan's hair.

With each gentle stroke of his hand, Shubman could feel Ishan's body tremble slightly, a reminder of how weak he still was. He sighed, a mixture of worry and frustration in his expression. "I mean it, Ishan," he repeated, his voice firmer now. "You're in no condition to talk about anything right now. You need to get better, to regain your strength."

His body exhausted and his mind weary, Ishan found himself melting into the gentle touch of Shubman's fingers. The caress through his hair was soothing, a lullaby that seemed to quiet the turmoil in his mind. As he closed his eyes, he felt the world around him fading away, and he whispered, "I love this, Shubhas..." before slowly drifting into a restful sleep.

Shubman's heart lurched at Ishan's soft confession, the vulnerability and warmth in his voice seeping into his very soul. He continued to gently run his fingers through Ishan's hair, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Rest now," he whispered, his own voice filled with a mix of tenderness and relief. "I'll watch over you."

Shubman gently leaned down, placing a tender kiss on Ishan's forehead. The gesture was a silent promise, a quiet vow of protection and affection. He couldn't help the gentle smile that tugged at his lips as he pulled back, his fingers still gently stroking Ishan's hair.

His gaze fell upon the bedside table, where a half-empty bottle of tablets sat. Frowning, Shubham realized that Ishan must have taken some medicine for his fever. He reached out to inspect the bottle, wondering if Ishan had taken the correct dosage.

After examining the bottle closely, Shubham realized that the label didn't match that of a typical fever medication. Concern growing, he quickly took a photo of the bottle with his phone, intending to investigate further.

Shubham quickly typed the name of the medication into his phone and searched it online, his anxiety growing as the results came up. To his horror, the search revealed that the medication was a sleeping pill instead of a fever medication.

Shubman's mind was racing as he stared at the bottle of sleeping pills, a sense of dread growing in the pit of his stomach. Why was Ishan taking these pills? Had he been struggling with insomnia? Or was there something more troubling going on that Shubman hadn't known about?

His thoughts were interrupted by a soft groan from Ishan, who shifted slightly in his sleep. Shubman's gaze flicked back to him, his heart twisting in his chest. He needed to find out more, to understand what was going on with Ishan.

Shubman couldn't shake the nagging feeling of worry. Taking sleeping pills at such a young age wasn't good for Ishan's health, and Shubman knew he had to address this issue as soon as possible. But for now, he needed to focus on making sure Ishan rested and recovered from his fever.

Ishan woke up, feeling a little better now that his fever had subsided, he looked around the room, expecting to see Shubman. However, to his disappointment, the room was empty, and there was no sign of Shubman's presence. It was already evening, and Ishan wondered if Shubman had gone back to his own house.