Virat knew something was wrong when Ishan rung the doorbell, because his son never rings it, he has his own key.
He sat down his cup of coffee and book down, and headed to open the door.
His heart ached for his boy who was soaked from head to toe, his eyes red which he was violently rubbing on.
"Hey baby, you okay?"
Ishan looked up at him as if he hadn't even noticed that he was ushering him in their home.
Ishan shook his head as new set of tears, came out of his eyes, he raised his hands to wipe them off but Virat tugged them aside,
"Come on, Ishu you're gonna get cold like this"
Virat uttered with as much softness as he can procure at the moment, without his voice breaking,
Oh who broke my boy like this?
Virat closed the door behind him and noticed how Ishan was still not moving an inch,
He stood in front of him, and held his hands,
"You want a hug?"
Ishan peeked from where he was sniffling softly and gave a meek nod,
Virat collected him in his arms, relishing in the fact, that no matter how big and strong Ishu got, he was still his little boy, who'd break down in his arms and would ask for happy cuddles.
Ishan broke down in his arms, sniffling yet again, and holding his father tight as he needed that reassurance,
"Wanna talk about it?"
Virat asked, caressing his head, his heart breaking more listening to Ishan's sniffles.
Ishan let out vehement no, and nuzzled closer to Virat, seeking warmth as the cold from his soaking clothes got him shivering.
Virat noticed his state and got out of the hug, just to tug at Ishan,
"Okay, we'll talk about this, but first change up"
Ishan let himself be tugged, his sniffles now conceding with occasional nose scrunches.
They both entered ishan's room and Virat took out a pair of sweatshirt and shorts from ishan's closet, handing it to him.
"Go wash up and change, I'm right here, bacche"
Ishan reluctantly took the clothes and went to change.
Virat then took out his phone out of his pocket, calling Rohit,
"Aap kb tak aayenge?"
"--"
"Accha, aap Ishu ki wo favourite chocolates aur icecream lete aana, uska mood accha nahi hai"
"--"
"Aap aaiye to, phir batata hu sab"
Just then, Ishan came out of the bathroom now freshened up, his hair wet, and his eyes still drooped and red.
Virat again enveloped him in hug,
"Now you wanna talk about it?"
"Nuh-uh"
Virat just stayed there, not asking any questions further,
"Come on, let's get you warmed up"
________________________________________
When Rohit entered his humble adobe, his eyes softened seeing the scene in front of him.
Virat and Ishan were cuddled up on their couch in living room, Ishan wrapped up in a blanket that Rohit's sure that Virat nagged him into it.
Ishan also had a cup of steaming hot chocolate in his hands, seemingly to warm him up.
YOU ARE READING
Sunshine And Midnight Rain
Fanfiction"He was sunshine and I was midnight rain" Shubman is a college student, who doesn't have any will to carry on with life. And he's just tolerating his surroundings as long as he can. Enters Ishan Sharma, who changes everything. Every fear and every i...
