[TW: explicit mention of self harm]
Shubman was on cloud nine, when he reached his home, a bounce in his step, a small smile adorned on his face.
He has never felt happier.
Ishan was his boyfriend now.
His.
Boyfriend.
Fuck. It feels like a dream.
Ishan had held his hand throughout the day, fed him one too many times, and kissed his cheek occasionally.
Yes damn, it feels like a dream.
"I like you too. All this time."
Shubman internally squealed, he's so happy that he could die.
Ishan was a literal blessing that god had sent for him from heaven, he never in his wildest dreams thought of being so illicitly happy.
Maybe that's why, he didn't thought about the time he had stayed away from his own home.
Maybe that's why he forgot that someone was fuming at his home, awaiting his arrival.
Maybe that's why he didn't see that slap coming.
As he entered his home, a slight whistle on his lips, and a small humming sound coming from his throat simultaneously, he didn't see his father standing right in front of him with his fists clenching,
Slap.
Shubman's face whiplashed at the side, a hard sting procured on his cheek, as he slowly put his hand towards wher he was hit,
He heard his mother gasping and coming forward to save him but one look from his father must've sent her stop where she was,
"Kaha gaayab tha?"
His father's deadly voice with the angry huff was what he can listen to.
More than the pain in his cheek, he realised the tears coming out of his eyes, as he realised that somehow on the terrain, he lost the slightest bit of his father left.
A tear rolled out his eyes, in the direction on his turned face,
His tongue was not working, as his throat felt heavy. His voice gasping but silent.
His father, the man who once a time used to teach him riding a cycle, laughing with him, was now the stoic man he did not recognise.
The hand that got threw on him was less painful than the fact that this was the first time his father ever hit him, and deep down he knew it was not gonna be last.
"Kuch pooch raha hu na? Kaha tha?"
His father asked him even more harshly, making Shubman flinch.
"M-mai ek dost ke ghar ruka tha, kl baarish ho rahi thi raat me, to uske ghr hi ruk gaya"
His father took a step forward to him in anger aa if to hit him again, but his mother came just in time in front of him,
"Jaane dijiye na, unhone phone krke bataya to tha"
His father huffed more, his anger almost flaring out of his nose, as he scoffed,
"Haa to? Kal shaam ka nikla aaj Shaam ko ghr aarha hai, jyada aawaaragardi sawaar hai!!"
Shubman's eyes watered more, now silently sobbing, his nose clogged up, sniffling and eyes teary,
His father huffed once again, now moving to sit on the sofa with newspaper, scoffing at him, not directly but still directed at him,
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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...
