An ishman story - Bottom shubman
Top Ishan
A guy whose sufferings are a never ending story and a smile on his face is seldom meets a guy who provides him with a thousand reasons to smile and laugh.
Shubman stirred in his sleep and sprawled his legs. The pain he was feeling earlier had reduced a lot and he felt so much better.
He whined, and slowly adjusted to the sunlight. He opened his eyes and saw nobody.
He slowly walked towards the door and went downstairs. He saw Ishan and Abhishek sitting on the couch engrossed in their work. Kritika peeling a few fruits and putting them in the bowl.
Ishan noticed Shubman and called him down.
"Shubman, come here, betu," Ishan said with a warm smile.
Shubman walked slowly, feeling a bit unsure, and sat on the couch beside Ishan. Abhishek immediately checked his temperature.
"Kaisa lag raha hai baccha ab ?" Abhishek asked gently.
"Thik lag raha hai, bhaiya" Shubman replied softly, his voice trembling slightly.
Ishan pulled Shubman closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. "Kuch nahi hoga aapko betu, just relax, okay." he said reassuringly.
Shubman, feeling overwhelmed, looked down. "Ishan, I'm sorry... I'm always troubling you," he said, his voice breaking.
Kritika, hearing this, came over with the plate of fruits. "Shubman, you don't need to apologize. You are very special to us," she said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Thank you, aunty," Shubman mumbled, still feeling a bit insecure.
Ishan picked up a piece of fruit and brought it to Shubman's lips. "Come on, eat this first. And then you need to take your medicine," he said softly.
Shubman made a face, clearly not wanting to take the medicine. "Ishan, nahi khaani dawai, kadvi hai." he whined.
Ishan chuckled, knowing how cranky Shubman could get. Leaning in close, he whispered in Shubman's ear, "If you take your medicine, I'll tell you your favorite story and give you lots of cuddles."
Shubman's eyes lit up a little at the mention of his favorite story. "Sacchi?" he asked, his voice hopeful.
" Mucchi. Now quickly take this medicine," Ishan said, holding out the spoon.
With a small sigh, Shubman agreed and took the medicine, his face scrunching up in distaste. Ishan smiled and kissed his forehead. "That's my good boy. Now you should rest for a while."
Kritika watched them with a smile, feeling proud of how Ishan cared for Shubman. "Shubman, you are a part of our family. Never think of yourself as a burden, okay?" she said gently.
Shubman nodded, still feeling a bit uncertain but comforted by the warmth and care surrounding him.
After Shubman finished his medicine and rested for a while, Kritika approached him with a warm, reassuring smile. "Shubman, Mujhe tumhe kuch dikhana hai, mere saath aao "
Shubman followed her, his anxiety palpable. He was still apprehensive, his past experiences making him wary. When they entered her room, Kritika pulled out a delicate gold chain and a matching bracelet from a drawer.
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