" What's on your mind ?" Shubman asked.
He had been driving silence for long suddenly he decided to ask .
Ishan casted a hollow gaze towards him and let out a long sigh .
" I ... Nothing , can't think anything anymore."
Shubman's gaze remaining on the road , hands on the steering wheel.
" Just never wanna go back to that he..ll."
Ishan's voice trembled in last word.
Shubman didn't say anything. His fingers gripped the steering wheel little tighter; a significant frown stayed between his brows for a couple of seconds.
More silence.
Ishan turned his attention towards the bandage on his own hand . The nurse at the health centre did his dressing after the doctor treated his slitted wrist . A little amount of blood was seeping out of the cut drenching the bandage. Maybe the cut opened again when he desperately tried to run out from the health centre and shubman sir caught him and tried to calm him down.
He was confused , terrified .
Even the air of the village was unbearable for him to breathe.
Wait , Shubman sir was there.
What he was doing in this remote village.
A renowned young professor of IICS ; from a noble bloodline ; direct descendent of famous politician , author and buisness man Sukhwinder Gill.
Ishan turned to look up at his face .
" Sir , Why were you there , last night ?"
Ishan asked . His tone was reflecting the politeness , respect one student should have for his professor . Due to all of those chaos he just forgot Shubman was his professor in his IICS days . Shubman Gill used to take the Physics paper during the first year of his B.Tech in CSE .
" My father donated some land there to build a school , but local political leader and his goons threatened Brijesh Bhandari , who was in charge for this construction to give them 50 thousands or they will not let him to do this project in this village. When I went there yesterday afternoon , workers from the construction site told me , the goons created a ruckus in morning , Brijesh uncle got injured.
So I went to the health centre to see him ."
" I never know your father had a connection with our village." Ishan almost whispered.
Subhman chuckled.
" Me too. But last year in December the day after my father's funeral held , his lawyer handover me the documents. "
Ishan nodded his head in understanding.
Shubman looked at the silent figure beside him .
Mumbled under breath
" Fortunately.."
When they reached Shubman's bunglow , it was almost midnight. The old guard hurriedly opened the iron gate wide , Shubman drove to the carport. Ishan was sleeping peacefully.Shubman stared at him for a long time . The yellow light of the carport fall in his face . His long eyelashes casting shadow in his cheeks , lip forming little pout . Ishan lost so much weight . When Shubman first went to take their class , the short boy who was late for about 15 min in his first day caught his attention. Ishan was chubby back then . Shubman always find him adorable .
Ishan's soft breath somehow stirred something in his heart .
The sudden desperate urge came upon him
to protect him.
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Love in the shadows (Ishman)
FanfictionA love story between a young renowned professor and his student. The young professor went to a remote village to solve his father's property related issues , there he rescued a boy who was his student , from his abusive brother. The long forgotten f...
