A merry Christmas bubbles tho I don't celebrate xmas but still i hope you stay with you loved pals on this day:)

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*As Ishan immersed himself in quality time with his family, the warmth of their presence couldn't completely dispel the lingering thoughts of Shubman that danced in his mind like fleeting memories.*

Ishan's Mother: (noticing his contemplative expression) Something on your mind, beta?

Ishan: (smiling) Just reminiscing about the recent days, Ma.

*His mother, attuned to his moods, sensed there was more beneath the surface.*

Ishan's Mother: (gentle) You seem a bit preoccupied. Anything you want to share?

*As Ishan thought about Shubman and the moments they shared, he couldn't help but reveal a fragment of his thoughts.*

Ishan: (reflecting) Shubman and I... we had some interesting moments during the tour. I wonder what he's up to right now.

Ishan's Mother: (smiling knowingly) Ah, a friend on your mind?

Ishan: (nodding) Yeah, Shubman. We had some banter, and now I'm just thinking about those times.

*His mother, wise and perceptive, gently offered her insights.*

Ishan's Mother: (softly) Cherish the good times, beta. Friends are a precious part of our journey.

*As Ishan continued to spend time with his family, the fleeting thoughts of Shubman persisted, adding a layer of introspection to the otherwise joyful moments. Unbeknownst to both Shubman and Ishan, their individual reflections set the stage for the unfolding chapters of their evolving connection.*

*Ishan, caught in the tide of memories, decided to share the clips of him and Shubman with his mother. The moments captured on screen brought a glint of joy and amusement to their shared space.*

Ishan's Mother: (laughing) Look at the camaraderie between you two. It's like watching a story unfold.

Ishan: (smiling) Yeah, we had some interesting times. Shubman's a good friend.

*As Ishan played the clips, the shared laughter and playful banter echoed in the room, turning the reflection of moments into a source of shared joy.*

Ishan's Mother: (teasingly) "Good friend," huh? You seem to enjoy his company a lot.

Ishan: (blushing) Ma, it's not like that.

*His mother, with a knowing twinkle in her eyes, continued to enjoy the clips.*

Ishan's Mother: (smirking) Well, whoever this "good friend" is, able to make you blush for him.

*As Ishan and his mother shared these light-hearted moments, little did they know that on the other side, Shubman Gill, unaware of the shared clips, was navigating his own reflections about the evolving connection with Ishan.

*Ishan, responding to his mother's playful teasing, couldn't completely conceal the undercurrent of sadness that permeated his words.*

Ishan:(with a noticeable sad face) Ma, Shubman... he's not interested in guys. He already has a crush. I just want him as a friend.

*As Ishan shared this sentiment, the complexities of unrequited feelings and the desire for friendship unfolded in the quiet conversation with his mother.*

Ishan's Mother: (compassionate) It's okay, beta. Feelings are complicated, and friendships can be beautiful too.

Ishan: (nodding) I know, Ma. Shubman's a great guy, and I value our friendship. It's just sometimes...

*His words trailed off, leaving the unspoken nuances of emotions lingering in the air. Ishan, grappling with the uncharted territories of his heart, sought solace in the understanding gaze of his mother.*

Ishan's Mother: (supportive) Whatever you're feeling, take your time. True connections, whether romantic or as friends, find their way.

*As the conversation continued, the room held the weight of unspoken emotions, and Ishan, in sharing his heart with his mother, embarked on a journey of self-discovery and understanding the intricacies of feelings that transcended friendship.*

*In the quiet embrace of his mother's hug, Ishan found solace and a momentary escape from the complexities of unspoken feelings. The warmth of her presence became a sanctuary, offering comfort and understanding.*

Ishan: (whispering) Let's not talk about that giant Eiffel tower, Ma.

Ishan's Mother: (smiling) You shouldn't say like that, beta.

Ishan: (murmuring) Whatever.

*Despite the cheeky exchange, the genuine warmth of the moment spoke volumes. Ishan, enveloped in the comforting embrace, felt the reassurance he had been craving for months.*

*As the hug lingered, the unspoken emotions and the silent understanding between Ishan and his mother became a sanctuary in which the intricacies of friendships, unrequited feelings, and the desire for connection were momentarily set aside.*

*Ishan's mother, still holding him in the comforting embrace, couldn't help but express her astonishment at how much he had grown.*

Ishan's Mother: (affectionate) Pata hi nahi chala kab itna badha ho gaya tu.

Ishan: (smiling) Time flies, Ma.

*Their conversation seamlessly shifted to a reminiscent journey down memory lane as they recalled a cute childhood memory.*

Ishan's Mother: (nostalgic) Remember that time when you tried to teach our neighbor's cat to do tricks?

Ishan: (laughing) Oh, yeah! I was convinced I could turn it into a mini acrobat.

*As they delved into the anecdotes of his childhood antics, the room filled with laughter and warmth. The shared memories became a bridge connecting the past and the present, offering a welcome respite from the complexities of emotions that lingered in the air.*

*In the midst of the heart-to-heart conversation and the sweet recollections of his childhood, Ishan found a moment of joy and connection that spanned the different chapters of his life.*

*As the doorbell rang and Ishan's mother went to answer it, a sense of anticipation hung in the air. Ishan, hopeful for a positive interaction, greeted his father as he entered the house.*

Ishan: (tentatively) Hi, papa.

*However, to Ishan's dismay, his attempt at communication was met with silence. His father, seemingly ignoring him, directed his question to Ishan's mother.*

Ishan's Father: (curtly) Why is he here?

Ishan's Mother: (trying to defuse the tension) He's our son, dear. He's always welcome.

*Despite the attempt to ease the situation, Ishan sensed the tension in the air. His father's cold reception hinted at an unresolved conflict, leaving Ishan with a mix of disappointment and confusion as he navigated the dynamics of his family.*

Ishan's Mother: (shouted) hey where are you going Ishan beta! (worried)

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So basically ishan's mother supports him and know that he likes guys too whereas his pa don't ☠️
Should i make a bonus chapter where shubman and ishan was on a london trip and was having there rom moments on Christmas eve and Christmas under a xmas tree😭😭😭😭😭