A Love So True

Season 2 : Chapter 13

Hello my bbgs 🩷 , I'm back with another update . This chapter contains both Nehash and Ishman moments . So many things are happening related to Ishman in real life , I couldn't just help myself , I was having a great urge to write their romance . I hardly get any time to write update , so I couldn't add Ishan- Ivan moment and smut in this chapter , only their romance .

I know you're gonna find Nehash part too short for today , the thing is , I'm not that professional , so I can't write if my head isn't clear .

My head is currently jammed with codes , equations , graphs ( as I'm working on something) .... I couldn't think how to bring themselve close . I don't want to write hastily so I'm just taking things slow .

Sorry for this 🙇🏻‍♀️

I'd suggest everyone to read both Nehash and Ishman part . For now you won't be able to connect , but there's an invisible connection between their stories , interlinked to e/o .

You'll get to know soon .

Happy reading ❤️

When Yash's back hit the wall, he had nowhere to go.

Nehal was standing incredibly close, practically towering over him. Yash looked up blankly, staring at the man, utterly lost for what to do, what to say, how to react.

His heart was slamming against his ribs, a frantic drum against bone. Nehal was too close, far too close, and this version of Nehal was completely unknown to him. He had never seen him act like this; the intensity of his gaze made Yash's cheeks burn.

Nehal's eyes scanned Yash's face, taking in every detail under the yellowish night light.

The gentle hazel eyes, the thin nose, the pearl-like teeth peeking from slightly parted lips... His gaze shifted back to those hazel eyes, where vulnerability was clearly etched.

Yash looked so pitiable, and a faint ache stirred somewhere in Nehal's own heart. Nehal had to admit, Yash possessed a different kind of charm.

He had met countless attractive people. He had been in love for almost a decade with someone whose beauty could drive people to distraction. Ishan had an angelic face, the kind that could hypnotize a person who gazed into his eyes for more than a minute.

But for the first time, Nehal was seeing a different kind of beauty in someone else.

Perhaps it was because he had never truly looked at anyone else in that way besides Ishan, so he hadn't noticed before. Actually, Nehal had never been obsessed with looks; he always believed that it was a person's heart that made them beautiful in another's eyes. He hadn't fallen in love with Ishan because of Ishan's good looks. He had fallen in love because Ishan was, simply, Ishan.

Ehsana used to share similar facial features with her brother, but Nehal had never felt attracted to her, not even once, even though she was practically throwing herself at him. The reason was clear: she didn't possess a pure heart like Ishan's.

Nehal couldn't deny it: no matter what, Ishan would always hold a special place in his heart until his last breath. He knew this well, which was why he hesitated when someone wished to offer him their heart; he didn't know if he could keep another person's heart safe.

Nehal returned his attention to the person standing before him. Yash possessed a clean, natural beauty. His face held a hint of maturity, a resilience born from battling life's adversities, a warmth that radiated directly from his pure heart, and... those timid eyes like an harmless little creature's could cause a peculiar tingling sensation in anyone's heart.