Another Person's POV
"Rihaan.... Seriously you choose this to wear...!"
Rihaan pouts and looked at his boyfriend. Ishan was wearing a black shirt with his black trousers. No wonder his boyfriend is looking sexy and classy but then he looked at himself. He thought this would be good to wear to match Ishan.
The white shirt with a long deep cleavage and his necklace to adorn his neck. He matched it with his plack pants.
"Do I look ugly....?"
Ishan glared at him and walked closer. He forward his hand and close the buttons of his shirt. Rihaan frowned. What's use of wearing this shirt if he can't open few button.
"Ishan what are you doing?"
"Making sure no one see what I get to see every night...."
He said with a shit eating grin. Rihaan held his wrist and decide to open his button back. He can't deal with this man. Ishan didn't budge and soon they end up breaking button of his shirt. Before Rihaan could yell he was pulled in a long kiss. Ishan hold him from waist and dragged him to bedroom.
"Seriously you think you'll be saved from this Mr. Kishan...."
Ishan smirked and took of Rihaan's shirt. He went to his wardrobe and pulled out one of his shirt. Rihaan can't even tell how many time Ishan wore. It was his favorite after all.
"Wear this...."
"Why ? So people could know that you're not available for anyone...."
"I didn't thought of you as a possesive man..."
Ishan smirked and leaned down to bit his neck. Rihaan yelped. A hickey formed in his neck. He blushed and glared at Ishan.
"They will see it...."
"Owhh.... what's wrong in being seen as mine...?"
"Yours?"
"Yeah mine..... only mine....to be seen....cherish and cared....."
Rihaan eyes flicker. He smiled and quickly wear the shirt Ishan given. Ishan smiled like he won world war. Rihaan this time covered and just left max three button open.
"Shall we go....?"
"Yeah but wait.... Am I forgetting something?"
"Huh, what you can forgot....?"
Rihaan looked confused. He suddenly fel a headache coming through. He looked around. He doesn't know this place. He could see a man but his face was getting blurred. He was calling his name....
"Rihaan....."
"Babe....?"
"Rihaan please come back.....to me....."
"I love you......Rihaan...."
"I'm sorry but please let me love you....."
How people explain love? Ishan will say until he came into his life he never knew what actually love meant. Is it sacrificing yourself just to see them happy? Or is it a wait of them loving you back? Is it just letting them love you and in hope of them knowing what you feel?
Ishan took off his helmet and decide to end the practice. Hardik gave him a small nod before he could see Shubman walking towards them with his team Gujarat Titans.
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The Atrocity Of LOVE
General FictionSometimes loves play a deadly game with us. Some people lose their love and some fight with their everything to conquer that love. love isn't bounded with one perception. Ishan is pushed to choose between his past or person holding is present. Will...