Ishan Sharma, the smiling goofy boy, was not what he seemed like in the first glance.
His childhood has been eventful to say the least. Abusive and cunning.
His birth father was an abusive bastard, who used to do drugs, and his mom was also an addict, but at least at times, she used to care for him.
When Ishan was 4, he used to sit in the kitchen basinet, hiding from the abuse his birth parents were inclining towards each other, drunk and high and not in their minds.
He used to be a very bubbly child, even when all the bad things were happening around him. He knew they were bad things and he for sure knew that his father was a bastard.
That day he saw his mother's lifeless body, with blood oozing out of her head.
He wanted to go to her, to ask his mama, to protect her, but the fear of his father standing above her, with a bloodied vase in his hand, overpowered and he sat in the same basinet sobbing for hours.
After a while, his father lost his consciousness and fell on the floor.
Ishan with his small steps, went towards his father and with his small hands and shaking body, took out his phone out of his pocket.
He had once been lost, and a police uncle had send him home, he remembered he told him, "if anything bad happens, call 100"
Maybe the police uncle also had a hunch over his family as they had injection marks all over their arms.
Ishan with his small hands tried to call 100, but due to his shaking body, he couldn't do it.
He ran towards the gate, and went outside, tugging the pants of the neighborhood granny who sometimes gave him pancakes,
"Ma-mama, ma-mama......"
He wailed with all his might, his words not forming but thankfully, the granny understood something was wrong and took Ishan's shaking hands in hers, telling him to guide the way.
Ishan had exhausted himself from crying, his small body, could only take that much.
So he doesn't remember much about when the police came and took his father with them to put in the jail.
Turns out that granny was a retired military nurse, and she took him under her and did not even let him have the hunch of his father's life sentence.
She declined the police officers when they came at her gate, asking for the child to be the witness of the case, but she ruefully told them to take the fingerprints off the vase rather than traumatizing a 4 year old.
Yeah she was sassy like that.
Ishan had nightmares about that day for nearly everyday after that event. Nothing that Granny did could ever let him unsee what happened that day. He would occasionally wake up crying in the middle of the night, seeing his mother covered in blood.
Childhood, once ruined, could never be the same.
But maybe gods above were not that cruel.
Because one day, he came around.
He came with his wedding invitation to the granny who was his relative.
When he once looked at Ishan, he came towards him,
"Hi!"
With his cheerfully calm voice, Ishan, for once, after that gore incident, gave back his toothy smile to him.
"Hii! Mai Ishan hu, I'm 4 years old"
Ishan said showing four of his fingers. He melted at that and granny cried a little that day.
She told him that Ishan has not been the same child after the incident and she doesn't know how to care for him at all after that trauma.
He just smiled and said,
"I'll come with my husband tomorrow, we'll heal him, I promise"
That night was the one night where, Ishan dreamt of him, his gentle smile calling him towards him, and ishan jogging towards him on his small feet, and him picking Ishan up in his arms, twirling him. Making ishan laugh so hard that his small body vibrates with it.
That night he smiled, instead of crying or feeling uncomfort. He smiled in his sleep and Granny made her decision.
The next day, he came with his husband, who was looking so serious that at one glance you might be afraid of him.
But he took one glance at Ishan, then kneeled in front of him, giving him his own rare smile, his teeth showing and Ishan instantly poked his teeth with his little fingers,
"Aapke teeth bilkul meri tarah hai"
Ishan said that in so much awe, that all the adults present there laughed at the astonished look he gave Ishan.
That day, Ishan would recall to be the second best day of his life,
The first would be, when he was officially adopted by the couple right after their marriage.
They even got an apartment where they had a room for his Granny too.
But she politely declined,
"I was here because of this little one, now he has got the home, I'm no longer needed here"
She used to go on treks with her familiar alliances all the time. It was the grace of God that she was present their when Ishan was suffering.
Ishan had hugged her tightly, telling her not to go, but she caressed his head and said,
"I'll always be there, Ishu, you come to me whenever you want, all I ever want for you is to be happy and loved, my sweet child"
The couple watched their interaction lovingly, happy that their Ishan at least was not devoid of love when they were not there.
Time fast forward, Ishan was now a 19 year old, going to college, and somehow on his first day he called for trouble.
Not his fault, okay, he doesn't like people who think that they're above him and they can do anything they want.
His boxing lessons, which he has been taking for more than 10 years now, always came in handy.
But now he was in the office with the bunch who tried to pick a thing with him, with faces bruised and scowling at him.
"Sir, dekhiye iss junior ne hme kitna maara hai, hm seniors ki yhi respect bachi hai kya?"
One of them, who seemed to be a leader, accused him, making Ishan snort,
"Respect bheekh me maangne se phle dena seekhiye senior ji"
Then he turned towards the director,
"Sir, aapko jo bhi action lena hai, phle canteen k cctv footage dekhne k baad lijiye, phla haath mera nhi utha tha, aur mai chup chaap maar kha k complaint krne walo me se nhi hu, I had to do what I had to do, to defend myself"
Director has his head on his hand, it seemed like the senior was a part of his family so he can't let it go as simply as ishan required. Today was the first day for god's sake, let him have some peace.
"Mr. Sharma, even if you're not at fault, I'll have to call both of your guardians, right now"
Seniors looked at Ishan with all the hatred they could muster. Ishan just smirked at them.
"Theek hai, sir, please do the honour of calling my father"
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The whole college was silent, when a black car entered the premises of the college, and then their jaws were on the floor.
Rohit Sharma is here.
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Phew another one!! I was so excited for this one honestly and the response of the last chapter was really good, so thank you very much for hyping me up😁
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Sunshine And Midnight Rain
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