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Shubman looked around himself, the only thing he could see so far was darkness. Everywhere it was pitch black. He kept walking for God knows how long, not even knowing where he was going. His legs were on the verge of giving up but he kept walking in the dark.

Fear gripped his mind as he stared in the darkness. Who knows what was hidden in there? He felt his heart squeezing in discomfort as he started running, lungs burning as he tried getting enough oxygen in.

"Shubi,"

Shubman stopped as he heard a echoing voice, a voice that somehow eased his racing heart. He looked around frantically, trying to locate where the voice was coming from.

"Shubi,"

"Who's this?" Shubman shouted as he ran towards the direction the voice was coming from. The voice got louder and louder along with his footsteps as he ran, desperate to reach it but never succeeding in doing so.

"Where are you?" He screamed, heaving breaths, his legs not stopping even for a second.

"I'm here, my moon. Come to me,"

"Who are you? Please, come infront," Shubman mumbled, his eyes tearing up.

Suddenly he could see a little bit of light in this eerie dark place. Immediately running towards it, a face came in his view. Face of the person that has captured his heart, tearing him apart of all the senses of what's right and what's wrong, face of the person that always soothes his heart yet makes it run a marathon at the same time. Face of the person he's gradually falling in love with.

"Ishan," Shubman whispered, his voice breaking in the middle as he felt his throat flooding with emotions.

Ishan smiled softly, his eyes forming pretty crescents. God, Shubman can't tell how much time he had spent thinking about the gentle curve of his lips, the smile lines appearing on his face, the way his eyes smiled along with his lips and anything and everything related to this man.

"Yes, Meri Jaan. I'm here, come to me," Ishan muttered softly, extending his hand to him and Shubman's legs found themselves walking on their own accord.

Just as he was about to clasp his hand onto Ishan's, the man vanished into thin air, leaving Shubman grasping at the air.

He stood there frozen for a minute before collapsing on his knees, tears flowing freely out of his eyes, his heart crying in agony as well as his eyes.

Shubman woke up with a gasp, groggily looked around the room. He looked on when he heard the bathroom door opening. Ishan came out, looking like he was freshly showered, damp hair sticking to his forehead. He watched as Ishan looked at him, his eyebrows furrowing and eyes filling with worry as soon as he did so.

"Shubi, why are you crying?" Ishan asked softly, approaching him on the bed.

"Huh?" Shubman mumbled, touching his own cheeks, they were indeed wet. So he was crying. Probably because of the dream- no nightmare. The heart-wrenching nightmare that also seems to be my reality. He thought.

"Nothing, I guess something went in my eyes," He replied, getting up from the bed and wearing his shirt.

"I need to talk to you, shubi," Ishan mumbled.

"Sorry, Ishan, not now. I have something to do," Shubman replied, rushing out of the room without looking back at him, not wanting to break down infront of him again.

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