The Devil's Tamed Angel

Chapter-31

Among the huge sharma mansion, inside a room painted grey and black, the room which has seen a broken soul, heard his screams and beggs, there inside the left most center sat Shubman on his desk, though the inner turmoil inside him messed with his mind he decided to give his work all his time, throwing the interruptions at the back of his mind.

As he sat there scribbling onto some papers while signing a few of them with practice ease when suddenly a soft knock on the door interrupted his focused mind, he looked up at the door, staring at it as a bubble of confusion popped in his mind, he responded with a raspy and rude voice.

Shubman: come in.

The door opened and in came a young boy in his twenties dressed in a professional manner with a well suited tuxedo and an envelope in his hand, a confident smile adoring his face as he spoke.

Boy: Good evening Mr. Shubman Sharma, It's Avinash Rathore, Personal Assistant of Mr. Krunal Pandya carrying out one of his confidential letters meant to be delivered to you.

Shubman: w..what? A letter from him?

Avinash: yes a letter from him to you.

He said as he placed the letter at the center of shubman's table, who looked at the letter in trance, confusion yet curiosity edged in his mind.

Avinash: if you don't have any queries then I might take my leave Mr. Shubman, it was nice meeting you.

Avinash said forcing out his professional favor, as he took his leave leaving cursing shubman, very well aware of the sins he had committed to ishan, one of the people he adored like a younger brother.

Back to Shubman, he slowly reached out his hand to the envelope and picked it up , removing the seal he took out the plane white letter out, placing the cover down he slowly opened the letter, his eyes closing for a second as he reopened them again, looking at the letter, he read the letter patiently and as he finished it, confusion is all he could feel, a little acknowledgement roaming at the back of his mind.

The letter held a brief paragraph, scribbled in an angry handwriting which said " Dear Mr. Shubman, How are you? Hope you're doing fabulous, cause your happy moments are soon coming to an end, I Krunal Pandya, elder brother of the person whom you treated like a toy will make sure that you will know your place, you think that you'll break my brother this much and we'll let you off the hook with just a few punches, then maybe you're very wrong cause what is awaiting for your is out of your thinking!
Enjoy the minimum time you have and do make sure to sign the divorce papers.

Shubman took a deep breath, his throat drying at the mention of the divorce and Ishan, he re wrapped the letter back and threw it into one of his drawers, getting up and walking towards the tiny fridge in his room and taking out a bottle of liquor as he sat down on the bed, intending to drink his guilt away.

It was about 9:30 at night when Inside the Pandya Mansion in one of the rooms which was owned by ishan along with mayank, ishan was busy rummaging through his wardrobe, seeking for a list tee when hsi eyes landed on the a white box, his intrest peaking as he took it out.

Ishan: ye to dada ne dia tha?

He went to his bed settling himself on it as he placed the box in front of him, he looked at it for a second before opening it and inside it was a sketch book, confused he took it out, pushing the box aside and replacing the sketch book with it.

He opened the first cover page and to his astonishment, there in a beautiful cursive writing was written 'Ishan' along with a talented mandala art painted at the borders broadly.

He turned the next page and a gasp left his mouth, there was a sketch of ishan himself, drawn beautifully with just the right amount of shading and the beautiful colors enhancing its gorgeousness, ishan in the sketch was 12 years old sitting on a chair quietly looking at something with an innocent face.