Redemption's Dance: A Tale of Love and Forgiveness

Ch-29

Ishan finished writing his name on Shubman's palm, the intricate design now complete. "Ho gaya," he said, a soft smile playing on his lips as he stood up and moved toward the table to place the mehndi cones away.

Shubman gazed at the delicate, dark lines etched on his palm and felt a warm, contented smile spread across his face. The simplicity of the gesture, coupled with the love behind it, made the moment profoundly special.

The family, having enjoyed a hearty lunch, set out for a shopping spree. The market was alive with colors and bustling with people, the perfect backdrop for their outing. Shubman, ever attentive, noticed Ishan's weariness from carrying Atharv throughout the day. Concerned, he approached his husband.

"Ishan," Shubman called out gently.

"Haan?" Ishan replied, his voice tinged with fatigue.

"Atharv ko mujhe do," Shubman requested, his hands outstretched.

Ishan, relieved by the offer, responded, "Han, lijiye," and carefully transferred the sleeping child into Shubman's arms. Atharv remained undisturbed, his tiny body nestled comfortably in Shubman's embrace.

The family dispersed into different sections of the store: the ladies gravitated towards their section, while the men, including Shubman and Ishan, wandered into theirs. They observed Samarth, Rajesh, and Sagar as they sifted through an array of sherwanis, each searching for the perfect fit.

"Tum bhi jaake dekho," Shubman suggested, his eyes scanning the shop.

"Hmm," Ishan replied, standing up. He walked over to the display of sherwanis, his fingers brushing against the fabrics. As he sorted through the rich, embroidered garments, his gaze fell upon one particular sherwani. Instantly, he envisioned Shubman adorned in it—how it would complement his strong frame, highlighting his elegance and charm.

Lost in the image of Shubman in the exquisite sherwani, Ishan felt a surge of anticipation. The thought of seeing his husband in such a stunning outfit filled him with a sense of excitement and affection.

With a determined step, Ishan picked up the sherwani and carried it over to Shubman. "Yeh dekhiye," he said, holding it up with a smile.

"Hmm, bahut achha hai," Shubman said, admiring the sherwani that Ishan had chosen. His eyes lingered on the intricate embroidery and rich fabric.

"Hai na?" Ishan replied, a hint of pride in his voice.

"Han, par ye tumhe bada nahi ho jayega?" Shubman asked, his concern evident as he adjusted Atharv comfortably on his lap.

Ishan looked at him with a soft smile. "Ye aapke liye hai," he said, a delicate blush spreading across his cheeks.

"Mere liye?" Shubman asked, his eyes widening in pleasant surprise.

"Han, try karke aaiye," Ishan encouraged, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"Han ruko," Shubman said, setting Atharv gently on the couch. He carefully took the sherwani and made his way to the changing room, eager to see how it looked on him.

As Shubman slipped into the sherwani, the rich fabric draped over him, accentuating his stature and elegance. The fit was perfect, and the intricate designs seemed to bring out his inherent grace. When he emerged, Ishan's gaze softened with admiration.

"Kaisa lag raha hai?" Ishan asked, his voice barely above a whisper, but filled with genuine curiosity.

Shubman looked at himself in the mirror and then back at Ishan, a smile tugging at his lips. "It looks amazing," he said, appreciating not just the garment but the thoughtfulness behind it.