loml- Ishman

Aasha

Shubman wasted no time in packing his bags as he frantically called his manager to book him the first ticket back to Mumbai.

Raj Bhaiya's voice was still ringing in his head. All he could think about was Ishan. His ishan, who never failed to make him smile, his ishan, who lit up his entire world with his "ki-hi.".

Shubman at that moment could only think about how this all could be avoided if he was a better friend. He should have forced Ishan to talk about how it affected him. From being ignored for the selections to a bad IPL season after all, no matter how many times he told Ishan that one bad season does not define a player, he knew that Ishan kept on blaming himself. Shubman knew that even though to the outside world, Ishan may seem like the same bundle of joy, his failures were getting the better of him.

His entire flight back home seemed twice as long as it was; no matter what he did to convince Raj Bhaiya to let him know about the matter, Raj Bhaiya did not budge. The only reason why Raj Bhaiya had called him in the first place was because he thought that he might have an idea as to where Ishan went.

After he came to know that Ishan was missing, he didn't even think twice before asking his manager to book him a flight home, as he knew that Ishan was already going through a tough time and the possibilities of wrong ideas weren't a mere probability.

What he only wanted at that moment was to find his Ishan and hug him. His life depended upon the well-being of Ishan.

Shubman really wanted to spend some time with Ishan before he left for the T20 World Cup. However, Ishan told him to focus all his time on relaxing himself. Ishan didn't want him to pressurize himself by traveling even for a few miles. Oh, how he wished he went to see Ishan despite all his protests, maybe then this predicament could have been avoided.

As soon as Shubman landed in Mumbai, he made his way straight to Raj Bhaiya's house.

Ishan's parents and Raj Bhaiya, along with his wife and little Viraj, who was asleep (who had taken a lot of qualities after his Chachu), were all there present in the living room, their faces distressed with worries.

With a small voice, Shubman asked Raj Bhaiya, "Aapko kuch pata chala Kya Ishu Ke baare Mein?"

Shaking his head, Raj Bhaiya said, "Nahi shub humari usei aakhari baat hui thi do dino phele jab usnei kaha ki woh sone jaa rha hai."

"Sone? Humare ghar mei?" Shubman inquired, feeling the need to gather every possible piece of information.

Raj Bahiya nodded. "Apne police mei fir darj krwayi?" Shubman asked.

"Nhi shub hamne jab ishu ke pr manager sei baat ki tab usnei bola ki fir darj krne sei bahut sari nayi rumors falengi," shaking his head, Raj Bhaiya answered.

Shubman's face showed anger as he raised his voice slightly: "Arey yeh koi baat hoti hai kya mai abhi call lagta hu yaha mera ishu mil nhi rha hai aur inlogo ko duniya ki pari hai badh Mei jaye reputation."

He instantly dialed Vikram Ishan's PR manager's number.

"Hello Shubman. Kaise call krna hua," Vikram said in a tone that suggested nothing was wrong.Somehow this made Shubman even more angry: "Yeh kya tarika hai kyu nhi ki police mei fir ? Ishan ko agar kuch hua na toh tumhari naukri bhi jayegi aur tumhe kahi milegi bhi nhi!"

"Sir-" Vikram tried to explain.

"Kya sir ha? kya sir? Tumhe akal wakal hai ki woh bhi beech aye paiso ke liye? Yaha mera ishan pata nhi kaha hai; kis halat mei hai aur tumhari itni himat ki tum yeh suggest kar rahe ho ki ishan sei jyda jaruri uski reputaion hai?" Shubman was lethal; he could see red. A usually calm and composed person who couldn't even hurt a fly would kill for Ishan if need be.