~Ahoy, gentle hearts~
And so, it begins...
From one hopeless 𐙚Ishman꒱ romantic to another...Yes just another heart beating a little faster for themᯓ★
Building a sanctuary for every soul that aches for Ishman's love story- A gc wanted t...
Bhai idk but I have some gut feelings that something wrong going to happen idk I'm dryinggggg😭😭
Also my oneshots 😭🔪 When i read then, they sound really boring 👁️👄👁️ Idk how to improve my writing skills I'm fucked up bruh🥲
My grammar is exactly like my brain, unstable so really sorry for mistakes please correct them if you find any😔🫶
(don't judge it i learn angrezi from my science teacher "chaman sir" 😔😔)
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Warning It's yeshu×shub. _______________________
Shub was sitting alone in his room, scrolling through his phone aimlessly.
His fingers swiped the screen, but his mind wasn’t thinking anything.
The faint glow of the phone reflected on his face, highlighting his tired, restless dark eyes.
His shoulders slumped as if carrying an invisible weight.
The door creaked open softly, and Yashasvi stepped in.
He paused, observing the unusual stillness in the room. Shubman, who was always buzzing with energy, looked like a shadow of himself.
Yash walked closer, his footsteps deliberately slow.
Yashu : Shubi, kya hua? Aaj kuch zyada hi chup ho...
Shubman : kuch nhi.. Tu kyu aya yaha?
Yashu : main.. Main toh aise hi aagya tha per tu itna sant kyu lag raha hai?
He said, lean closer to check his temperature. He place his hand on Shubman's forehead.
Shubman clutch his hands tightly, don't want to say something harsh. Irritation slightly visible on his face.
Shubman : kya kar raha hai? Jaa nah tu yaha se, preshan mat kar.
Yahsu : pahle bata kya hua? Itna sad kyu hai?
Shubman : yashu... Kuch nhi ab tu jaa
Yashu : Kuch nahi? Tu mujhe bewakoof samajhta hai? Shubman jo kabhi itna shant nahi rehta. Bata, kya baat hai?
Shub sighed heavily, his hand running through his hair as he put his phone aside.
His lips trembled before he spoke.
Shubman : Yashu... Ishan ki bohot yaad aa rahi hai yaar. Woh hamesha mere saath hota tha, har moment mein. Jab bhi girta tha, woh mujhe uthata tha. Ab main akela hoon... Field pe bhi aur field ke baahar bhi. Apne aap se lad raha hoon. Runs ke liye struggle kar raha hoon, lekin..
His voice cracked, and he stopped mid-sentence.
Tears pooled in his eyes, and he quickly looked away, ashamed to let them fall.
Yash’s heart ached seeing his best friend like this.
Without a word, he got up and sat beside Shub on the bed.
He put an arm around his shoulder and pulled him close.
Yashu : Shub, tu kabhi akela nahi tha aur na kabhi hoga. Ishan yaha hai, tere andar. Uska support ab bhi tere saath hai. Aur agar tujhe kisi aur ki zarurat hai, toh main yaha hoon. Tera Yashu hamesha tere saath hai.
Shub didn’t reply but leaned into Yash’s comforting embrace.
The room was silent except for the faint sound of Shub’s breathing as he tried to compose himself.
Yash gently patted his back.
Yeshu : Rone le Shub. Kabhi-kabhi rona zaruri hota hai. Mat dabaa isse.
Shub finally let go, tears streaming down his face.
Yash didn’t move, just held him, letting him release all the pent-up emotions.
After a while, Shub pulled back, wiping his face with the back of his hand.
Shubman : Sorry, Yashu. Main bas... weak lag raha hoon.
Yashu : Weak? Tu? Tujhe pata hai tu kitna strong hai? Lekin strong log bhi kabhi-kabhi toot jaate hain. Yeh sab normal hai, Shubi. Ishan bhi yeh hi bolta, right?
Yashu : Ek minute ruk.
Shub watched in confusion as Yash walked out of the room.
A few minutes later, he returned with a plate in his hands.
Yashu : Yeh le. Ab tu yeh khayega
Shubman : Nahi Yashu, mujhe bhook nahi hai.
Yashu : Bhook nahi hai? Mere saamne yeh drama nahi chalega. Tu sochta hoga ki main tere Yashu hoon aur chill maarne dunga? Chal, muh khol.
Shub tried to argue, but Yash ignored him.
he’d brought along and held it near Shub’s mouth.
Shubman : tu ishan jaise kyu kar raha hai?
He look up at Yashasvi.
Yashu : nah, mian toh bus apna kaam kar raha hu. No one can replace him.
Yahsu : aisa soch ki ishan neh ek guardian angel bhaja hai.
He opened his mouth, and Yash popped the morsel in.
Shub chewed slowly, the flavors familiar and comforting
Yahsu : Dekha? Taste kaisa hai? Waise yeh maine banaya nahi hai, warna tu aur rulata mujhe.
Shubman : Tujhe toh bas drama karna aata hai.
Yahsu : tere sath rahta hu. Kuch toh asar hoga hi.
Yahsu : Ab yeh bata, acha laga?
Shub nodded, his resistance melting away as Yash continued to feed him.
With each bite, Shub felt the weight in his chest lighten.
Yash didn’t rush, patiently tearing pieces and feeding him as if it were the most important task in the world.
Shubman : Yaar, Yashu, tu kyu karta hai mere liye itna?
Yashu : Thora main tera guardian angel hu.
And they both burst into laughter.
They sat in silence for a while, the weight of unspoken emotions hanging in the air.
But this time, the silence wasn’t lonely—it was comforting.
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TYSM FOR READING.
And it was small because idk what to write, iske liye mafi chahati hu🙇🏻♀️
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