THEM 'Ishman'

The Rose And The Moon

Soft rays of the sun were falling on his face while the breeze was soothing his body. The birds were chirping and a soft heartbeat was echoing in his head.

He opened his eyes and found his muffin sleeping in his embrace. The soft pink rays hit his facial features making them reflect a sweet pink color. The man smiled seeing his surroundings, it felt like he was complete.

He, with his heartbeat, together and for forever!

Ahem Ahem !!!!!!!!!

"Hey, you fucker, wake up, now or otherwise you are gonna to miss the class." A boy said while making a done face with another's habit.

"SHUBMAN fucking GILL!" He screamed his lungs out near the poor boy's ear who was now fighting for his life.

"Mummyyyyy!" Shubman woke up and screamed because of the actions taken on a poor person like him.

"Have you lost your mind, bitch?" Shubman asked Abhishek who just shrugged and got out of the room.

Shubman first calms himself and then remembers his dream, he almost dreams like this every day, about him and that specific boy.

He looked at the clock and realized the time. He rushed into the bathroom and got ready for the class as fast as he could.

For god's sake, he reached the college on time.

The first person he saw in the corridor was his muffin standing there with his books, maybe reading something. A small smile automatically came on Shubman's face.

"Lov- I mean Ishan, here!" He screamed from the end of the corridor to get the boy's attention who just fixed his glasses a little and turned in another direction, completely trying to ignore Shubman.

Shubman's friends laughed at this. Actually, Shubman was trying to get that specific boy's attention but the other one was completely ignoring him.

Ishan and Shubman are in the same college but both in different fields. Shubman was in business and Ishan was in literature.

One day Ishan was sitting under a tree in the garden, soft breezes were blowing, and soft rays of light were making him look like an angel living on earth. He was writing something while looking around his surroundings.

Shubman saw him and was mesmerized, mesmerized by the beauty of the boy. Without having a second thought, Shubman went towards the boy and asked him about his whereabouts, he was amazed by the fact, that the cute little baby potato was a writer. Mean, his future boyfriend is a writer, how romantic.

Shubman was about to ask him further but got disturbed by a girl.

"Ohh, Shubmn what are you doing here with a shit like him." The girl said and gave Ishan a judgemental look, Shubman was about to say something but the boy got up from his place and went inside the college.

"Fuck, you bitch, and don't show me your constipated face again." Shubman said and went inside.

 From that day he always tried to get the attention of that boy but the other never minded him.

And for him, Shubman even joined the poet classes.

Present:

Everyone was sitting in the class and the professor came.

"Rose, a red rose also known as the flower of love. A flower can express your thousand feelings. Now, I want you all to say some lines on it." The professor said.

"I am a rose, having thrones around me. To love me, you have to bleed. It's not like I don't want to be loved, it is just I want to be loved by someone who knows the worth of love." Ishan said gracefully with a small smile tugged on his face.