Sorry for the delay , Author was sick .
This chapter contains both Nehash & Ishman scenes.
Short note because Author is very depressed ( personal problem)
Uske upar Ish Ki ne traumatize kar diya 😖
I poured all my trauma in some part , forgive me 😖
Happy reading ♥️
(NehYash)
4:43 a.m.
A heavy downpour slashes against the windows, wind whispering through the cracks of the old wooden frames.
Yash stiffened the moment he felt the familiar warmth press against his back.
A sharp gasp escaped him — not from fear, but a jolt of something far more complicated. Surprise. Confusion. A painful flutter of hope.
"Nehal..." he whispered, his voice barely audible over the rain tapping frantically on the glass.
He could feel Nehal's heartbeat against his spine. Fast. Uneven.
The bare skin of Nehal's chest was warm — too warm — his breath brushing against the curve of Yash's neck , burning his skin.
Yash's arms remained frozen by his sides.
Why is he doing this? he thought.
This wasn't the Nehal he had known — the you-better-stay-away-from-me one, the reserved , straight face man who used to maintain at least three meters distance from people even when he was walking through the corridor of their office building .
And yet... here he was, shirtless, unpredictable , and hugging Yash like his life dependent on it .
Like..... he wanted him.
"Don't go," Nehal murmured, his voice hoarse, as if it had been dragged over gravel. "Just... stay."
The ache in Yash's chest deepened. He could feel his heart thudding so loudly he was sure Nehal could hear it too. His fingers twitched, unsure whether to pull away or lean into it. But the scent of Nehal's skin — faintly mixed with sweat and something musky , the heat radiating from his bare chest — clouded his judgment.
Yash finally turned his head, just slightly ."Nehal," he said quietly, "you're not yourself. You seem drunk- "
"Sober........and I know what I'm doing."
Nehal's gaze was intense. Raw. There was a hint of fear there... but also a flicker of something softer.
Yash swallowed hard and muttered under breath , "That's more scary."
Nehal heard him but didn't reply. He just lowered his arms slowly and walked away, retreating toward the window. The cold void he left behind made Yash shiver.
" I'm sorry." Yash heard Nehal saying this.
He quickly asked ," why are you apologising? "
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A Love So True
FanfictionShubman Gill , a 32-year-old single father , who is a CEO of a multinational company. Ishan Kishan , a 22-year-old graduate works in Shubman's company. Once Ishan met Shubman's son Ivan . Since then Ivan got attached to Ishan.
