A Love So True

Chapter 17

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Sounds of creaking of the wooden floorboards were lingering on a dimly lit bedroom. The cabin was surrounded by old trees , street light was coming through the gap of the leaves , casting geometric patterns on the wooden floor.
Nehal's bare body glistened with sweat as he furiously punched the punching bag , each blow landing with a loud thud. His well defined muscles tensed with rage , his face twisted in a scowl.

Shubman was grabbing Ishu's hand , pulling him , claiming to be his husband ....

Scenes were flashing in his mind , force of the punch increased with each .

" Ishu was asking for my help , he was telling Shubman Gill not to touch him . Why didn't I stop that fucking man ? "
He growled.

Shubman seemed very possessive. He forcefully took Ishu to his home . They sleep in a same room , maybe share bed too.

The thought of their intimacy was dagger to his heart. He punched the bag furiously , kicked the chair .

Sweat dripped from his brow , mixing with tears of frustration and longing . His chest was heaving with exertion.

" Why Ishu ? Why you didn't wait for me ? I worked so hard so I can build a beautiful future for you , with you. Why did you choose that Gill ? Why not me ?"

The punching bag was still swinging , a testament to his turmoil.

Nehal was standing in front of the mirror . He called Ishan last night . Ishan told him that he had an argument with his husband so he came home for few days. Nehal looked at his reflection.

Looking perfect.

He pulled a drawer , in velvet cushions Imported expensive perfumes were arranged in several rows. He picked up a perfume which was cheapest among them not even ten percent of cost compared to others but the most precious one for him .

Ishan used to like this perfume. When Ishan was living with him , he customised this perfume for him when they went in an exhibition and everytime Nehal used it , he gave compliments.

He sprayed the perfume all over and took a smell from his wrist. He smirked.

Ishan's mother called them for tea. Shubman and Ishan with Ivan whom his Mumma was carrying , came to the living room.
Ishan sat on the couch with Ivan . Shubman was about to sit beside Ishan , almost sticking with him , stopped when Ishan glared at him.
Ishan signaled him to sit on the other sofa infront. Shubman whined .

" Whyyyyyy?"

Ishan smirked at him.

" Mr Shubman Gill , I didn't give an answer to your confession yet . Who said I forgave you ?"

Shubman was stunned.

" But the ki-"

He stopped after noticing his son was listening with his ears perked up. This brat will again broadcast it infront of everyone.

" Then what about that thing we did it earlier?"

He whined.

" Just a part of the process .... Husband. Pamper me more then I'll think about it."

Ishan said.

Ishan knew his effects on Shubman. He is obliged to do what he said.

Mrs Kishan came with tea tray , saw his son-in -law 's sad face like grey clouds gathered above his head.

" Umm... Shubman , Is there any problem ? You are looking sad."

Shubman sighed.

" Someone abandoned me , aunty."