Update pookie~
Today I came back from shaadi ki shopping and wrote this it was so tiring but at the end of the day i bought a pretty lengha and that all matters ik choti choti khushiya😞✨
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*As Ishan finally arrived home, the anxious anticipation reflected in his mother's eyes was palpable. The moment the doorbell rang, she rushed to answer it, revealing a mixture of panic and relief upon seeing her son.*

Ishan's Mother: (panicked) Ishan, where were you? I was so worried!

*Ishan, smiling amidst the sadness, was engulfed in a tight hug. The reunion held layers of unspoken emotions, a silent acknowledgment of the challenges they faced as a family.*

Ishan: (softly) I needed some time, Mom. But I'm here now.

*In that embrace, the echoes of the night's turmoil began to settle, offering a glimpse of healing and understanding within the walls of their home. Meanwhile, miles away, Shubman, unable to shake off the echoes of the night, found sleep elusive, his thoughts lingering on the connection forged in the midst of midnight.*

*In the quietude of the moment, Ishan, aware of the emotions that lingered between them, gently addressed his mother's tearful plea.*

Ishan: (softly) Ma, I appreciate your concern. But I'll go back to Mumbai tomorrow, but let me sleep here tonight.

*Ishan's mother, touched by his words, found solace in the acknowledgment of their shared connection.*

Ishan's Mother: (teary-eyed) You don't have to say that, beta. This will always be your home.

*Ishan, with a tender smile, embraced the sentiment.*

Ishan: (whispering) My home?

*As the night unfolded, the quiet reassurance of shared spaces and unspoken connections became a balm, soothing the strains of the day's events. The echoes of the night, in Ishan's childhood home, hinted at the complex interplay of relationships that would continue to shape.*

*In the quiet solitude of his childhood room, Ishan, surrounded by the echoes of his past and the weight of the night's revelations, began packing his belongings. The tears that welled up were a testament to the emotional turmoil within.*

Ishan: (whispering to himself) How ungrateful am I? Why can't I be what they want me to be?

*Amidst the sobs and the self-reflection, a resounding echo of Shubman's comforting words reached Ishan's ears.*

Shubman's Voice (memory): *Remember, Ishan, I'm here for you. You're not alone.*

*The memory of Shubman's reassurance served as a lifeline, a flicker of comfort in the midst of Ishan's internal struggle.*

Ishan: (softly) I just want to hug Shubman right now.

*In that vulnerable moment, Ishan, grappling with the complexities of identity and acceptance, yearned for the solace that only a genuine connection could provide. The desire for Shubman's comforting presence lingered in the air as Ishan continued to navigate the labyrinth of his emotions.*

*As the early morning light painted the sky, Ishan, having left his childhood home in silence, and took a flight to Mumbai after reaching there he found himself facing the intrusiveness of the paparazzi at the airport. Their relentless questions echoed through the air, probing into the reasons for his departure.*

Paparazzi: What brings you here, Ishan? Why aren't you at home during the vacation?

*Ishan, grappling with his emotions and the weight of unspoken truths, chose silence as his shield. Instead, he turned the questions inward, as if searching for answers within himself.*

Ishan (whispering to himself): What am I doing here? Why am I not at home?

*The paparazzi's relentless pursuit of answers mirrored Ishan's own internal quest for understanding. As he embarked on the journey back to Mumbai, the shadows of departure and unanswered questions lingered. After that he just took a cab to his apartment*

*As Ishan sought solace in the familiar embrace of his apartment, the relentless questions from the media continued to reverberate through the virtual world. Meanwhile, in the realm of cricket, Shubman, catching wind of the swirling speculations on social media , felt an urge to return to Mumbai.*

Shubman's Sister: (curious) Urgent work? What's going on?

Shubman: (evading) Just some personal matters. I need to be there.

*Upon landing in Mumbai, Shubman, determined to shield himself from the prying eyes of the media, dressed inconspicuously. However, the camera lens found its mark, capturing his image.*

Reporter: (muttering) Shubman Gill in Mumbai? What's he up to?

*Unfazed by the attention, Shubman hailed a taxi, steering it toward the one place that seemed to hold answers-Ishan's apartment.*

Shubman: (to himself) Whatever's going on, I need to be there for Ishan.

*As the wheels of the taxi spun in the direction of Ishan's haven, the unseen shadows of their intertwined stories began to converge, setting the stage for a meeting that held the promise of revelations and shared truths.

*After a pretty good time he got there as he was going inside he saw that the lift was not coming he hurried his way towards the stairs and went straight up to the 20th floor as he reached there standing right in front of his buzzhead's apartment, huffing as badly as he was running for his lift, ranged the bell*

Shubman: (whispered to himself) I am here for you. You don't have to be alone.

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Yeaaaa daddy's here for his baby🍥🍥💐