A Love So True

Chapter 8

Shubman was in the influence of alcohol. He was not listening anything and continuously trying to impose his rights on Ishan.
Ishan tried to convince him many times that Nehal didn't do anything wrong to him , they met after long time and it was just a friendly hug.
Ishan sighed . It's better not to waste his energy on his drunk husband.
Why suddenly Shubman became so possessive?
Why just a simple hug made him that crazy ?

Was it just because of alcohol or Shubman....?

Ishan's heart trembled.
Did he fall in love with me ?
But the scene of Shubman hugging the woman scene flashed in his mind.
No ....
Abhishek was telling that Shubman is a straight as steel and even homophobic maybe.
He would never love a man .

Maybe it was just because he is very possessive over his possession. Shubman thought of him as his son's mother figure. Maybe he didn't want to see his son's suffering.
Ishan knew that his absence will hurt Ivan most. So Shubman didn't want anyone to steal Ishan and make his son suffer.

He was looking at Shubman's figure who was lying on the bed. After wasting his energy in arguing , the intoxication made him unable to stand . Ishan helped him to lay down on bed.

Shubman came in the room with his shoes on.
Ishan sat down near his feet and started to remove his shoes and socks.

" Hot .... uncomfortable."
He heard Shubman muttered.
Ishan shook him gently and called ,

" Shubman , you are sweating. Can you get up and change your clothes?"

Shubman was still closing his eyes .
" Remove it .... Hot."
Shubman weakly pulled his own shirt's collar.
Ishan understood Shubman couldn't do this.
He went and came with a comfortable tshirt and shorts.
He sat beside his husband and started to unbutton his shirt.
Ishan was shy to do this .
He removed his shirt. Shubman has a great figure ; Strong chest muscles , abs like Greek sculpture. Ishan took a deep breath.
He slowly went to his waist band. Removing his trouser was like a hard task for him.
His hand trembled at the close proximity of the specific body part of Shubman. He tried his best not to touch that . He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his trouser.
A layer of sweat appreaed on his forehead. His heart was beating violently against his chest.
He slowly removed his pants and couldn't help but to look up along his legs.

The calves , knees , strong thighs and slightly up .....
He saw a huge bulge under the fabric of his husband's underwear. His throat went dry and tight.

Is he a human? How can he be that huge.
He himself also a man but he doesn't have huge giant size like him.
His face turned red .
' Women of his life are so lucky , could enjoy his big --'
Ishan stopped his thoughts.

" Ishan , you are fantasizing about him. It was not an hour ago when he accused you , shouted on you and hurt you ."
He muttered under breath.
Ishan's heart suddenly filled with sadness.

He went with that woman and came late in such conditions.
Sure , He did have sex with her.
Man couldn't live without it . Shubman's body language was speaking , he craved for it.

" Stop you feelings , you fool. He will hurt you eventually. What can you expect from a straight man ."
He scolded himself.
He somehow helped Shubman to wear clothes and went to the balcony.
Ishan was watching the moon. His eyes were speaking melancholy. Suddenly his phone rang .

" Nehal ??"

Ishan wondered why Nehal was calling him at midnight.

" Hello , Nehal ."

" Ishu , are you okay?"
Nehal asked in anxious voice.

" Yes , What could happen to me ? Why are you asking this ?"
Ishan asked in confusion.