What after That?

Ch 6

It's been a week, and the cycle of Shubman stealing Ishan's lunch continued. Each lunchtime, Ishan found himself dreading the inevitable moment when Shubman would swoop in and take his food. The taunting had become a regular part of his day, and despite his best efforts, Ishan couldn't find a way to stop it.

One afternoon, as Ishan sat alone, looking wistfully at his empty hands, Abhishek, approached him. He handed back Ishan's lunch box, which this time had a few morsels left inside.

"Yeh le, Ishan. Shubman ne bheja hai.. khatam ho gaya," Abhishek said with a stupid smile, handing over the half-eaten box.

Ishan's frustration boiled over. "Ab tum kon ho? Aur ye Shubman kahan hai? Uska apna khana nahi hota kya?"

Abhishek looked at Ishan for a moment, then sighed. "Wo khana nahi lata," he said simply, before walking away.

Ishan stared at Abhishek's retreating back, his mind whirling with this new information. 'He doesn't bring his own lunch?' The thought gnawed at him.

He always assumed Shubman's actions were just another way to torment him, but this revelation added a layer of complexity he hadn't considered.

' wo khana nahi lata... but kyu nahi lata ' Ishan mused, his anger mixed with a reluctant sense of curiosity. ' hmm.. ya to use mujhe tang karne mein maza aata hai.. ya to uske maa bhi usse tang aa chuke hain.. '

Then he glanced at the half of the idly remaining, he sighed " ab ye half kyun chhoda hai.. "

Ishan really was curious to his core to first know about why he didn't bring his own lunch... and the second Why in the world he left half of the idlys.. maybe he didn't like the dish..? Or maybe he is going to stop his actions... or maybe there he mixed something in idlys...

or maybe he is sorr-

No this can't be possible Shubman the fuckard sorry... no..

But wait who cares.. so Ishan started munching his lunch " Finally after a whole damn week... " Yashaswi was looking at the way Ishan was devouring his lunch. Now he was curious too that what got into Ishan.. ' a Rakshas maybe... '
Ishan with full of his mouth asked " dowyouwwanwsome.. " Yashaswi shook his head immediately kinda scared of this Ishan.

After the lunch Ishan waited for Shubman but where he was...

Shubman was busy playing cricket behind the auditorium the perfect place for crimes. He and a group of his friends snuck behind the auditorium, eager to escape the confines of the classroom. With a wooden bench plank in hand, Shubman took his stance, ready to play an impromptu game of cricket.

"Ballebaaz Shubman Gill, ready to hit another six!" one of his friends announced, mimicking the commentary of a professional cricket match.

Shubman grinned, his eyes gleaming with excitement. The makeshift bat felt comfortable in his hands, and he relished the chance to unwind and show off his skills. He was well-known in school for his mischief, but also for his talent in cricket.

The ball was bowled, and Shubman swung the wooden plank with precision, sending the ball soaring into the air. His friends cheered, clapping and laughing as Shubman's natural athleticism shone through. It was moments like these that made him forget about the stresses of school and life.

" abee... itna door udane kisne bola tha.. " Rahul asked almost whining as he is the fielder. " rahuliya.. jaiye.. aapki fielding skills dikhaiye.. " Abhi chuckled after saying with sweetest tone..