"Ish..an w...wha..t is...." Shubman tried to ask about Ishan's scars but was cut off by the latter.

"What part of that you can't barge in my as in when you feel like and I don't need anyone's help didn't get to your fucking brain? Or have you not got one?" Ishan said in a cold voice that can make shiver run down anyone's spine but Shubman was too shocked to see the scars that he hardly heard what Ishan said.

"Ishan they don't look good" Shubman said with fear evident in his voice.

"Oh ya and you are my dear mother to care about my wounds and tend them" Ishan yelled in louder voice this time.

Shubman left his scars and looked up into his eyes this time.

"Ishan have you got them?"

"Who the hell fucking gave you the right first enter my room according to your wishes and then ask about my personal matters? How did you get the audacity to get so frank with me? Just because I am being lenient with you because I care about Mayank's happiness which lies in your best friend does not mean you can consider yourself a friend of mine" Ishan shouted at Shubman.

Shubman replied calmly to his outburst.

"Look I am really sorry I had no intention to come inside I swear. The door...." But the poor boy was cut off once more.

"Shut the fuck up you moron. I don't want to hear any of your damn excuses" Ishan shouted and if looks could kill Shubman would surely have been dead by now. So he thought it's better to be quiet.

"The side of my life which I don't want to show any damn human being. My mother is not aware about any of this. My friends know slight bit about my past but not a single one of them had seen me in the condition that I want to hide from this shitty world. Not a single soul has seen me getting a panic attack till date. No one had seen my scars till now. But the great Shubman Gill has to be there every time I am suffering. He has to see me weak"

Ishan said in anger throwing down things from his table making Shubman shiver. Ishan sat down on the bed holding his head in his hands. Shubman waited for a moment then started making away towards him.

"Ishan it's ok. Trust me having dark sides doesn't make you weak..." Ishan held up his hand to stop him from speaking as well as walking towards him. Ishan looked up towards him as if he wanted to eat Shubman alive. But he took a deep breath.

"Look as much as I hate it you know too much about my life now which of course I would have anyone to know especially someone who has nothing to do with my life. You are not my family or friends. But what's done is done. So listen to me carefully now"

Shubman was somewhere hurt listening to his words but wasn't he aware of Ishan’s nature already. But he was changing right. Maybe he read it wrong.

"I don't need your damn sympathy or whatever now. All I need from you is to keep you fucking mouth shut because if I got to know anyone out there knows eveb a bit about my life. I don't care even if it's your best friend or whatever. I will cut you into pieces with my bare hands and bury you six feet down the earth that not even will be able to find you. And trust me I don't give a flying fuck about consequences. And try to for mine and your sake stay the fuck away from me"

Shubman gulped visibly but he thought to try to talk to him once.

"Ish-"

"OUT" Ishan shouted his lungs out that Shubman's feet started moving without he could even ponder over it.

Ishan picked up the mug kept on his table and smashed it on the wall with a scream and sat down on floor on his knees with tears of anger rollind down his eyes. To stop sobs leaving his lips bit his lower one so harshly that it got bruised badly and started bleeding.

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Shubman left the room muttering to himself. "I was just trying to help" "What the hell does he thinks of himself" "Such a jerk he is" "I won't go again. Let him go to hell. Who cares?", etc.

He was not in mood to go back to his room and see others so he walked to the grounds. The students whose parents had come were seeing them off. Shubman's parents couldn't come because they were busy and his home was far. But Abhishek had shown them their son receiving the award on video call as per Shubman's request and also sent them the video. They called him and were extremely happy for their son's achievements. He walked around and sat on one side of the ground where no one was present.

Though Shubman understood them and was more than happy to make them proud but doesn't mean it didn't hurt him. And now seeing other students with their parents made it hope that his family was also here.

And now especially after the row with Ishan, he wanted them to be here more than anything. 'Had mum and dad or even di come, I would have been busy with them and not with that jerk and all this wouldn't have happened in the first place'

He thought looking at other people and mindlessly plucking grass he was sitting on. While looking here and there his sight felt on someone familiar. It was none other than Sara with her father at the gate. He could not hear what they were talking from this distance.

'If Ishan and Sara are siblings why he hates her so much. And what is the mystery of this boy? What has hurt him so much? Well he will never tell me. But if he is not telling Sara would be aware about it. Ya she can tell me. And we are good friends. She will definitely tell me'

Shubman thought and got to his feet immediately removing the grass stuck to his clothes and started walking towards her. But suddenly Ishan’s warninh rang in his ears and he gulped.

'Surely he didn't mean that. Ya he is a bully and all but he isn't a monster'

'But what if he did'

Shubman was pondering over his dilemma while looking Sara.

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Sara hugged her father.

"I will miss you dad"

"I am gonna miss you too my child. But you take care of yourself and focus on your studies. Right?"

Sara nodded.

"Dad"

"Hmm?"

"Is Ishan never gonna forgive you?" Sara asked looking straight in his eyes. He sighed. He kept both his hands on Sara's shoulder.

"Look Sara. Forgiveness is for mistakes my child not sin. And one has to pay for his sins. This all what is happening in my life is consequence of my own actions. Ishan’s hatred towards me is completely reasonable"

"Dad I know what you did was wrong. I get it and honestly I never would justify it. But you are regretting it each day. I know and I can't see you like that. How much you say I know you are longing for his love"

"You have to understand Sara regret is just not enough. And even when he needed me the most I was not so how can I expect him to suddenly forget everything and come back because I am longing for it"

"So we are never gonna be a normal family right?" Her dad sighed.

"I have no answer to your question. I don't think Ishan can never forgive me and no hard feelings. Not that I have right to have those feelings now. But you never know the future maybe someday Ishan accepts us as a part of his life. At least the way Suchitra has done. Even if he doesn't accept it like you have and love and respect me. But I can't answer anything now. Only time will tell"

Sara tried to stop her tears but couldn't. "Dad all I want is his love" she said with trembling lips.

"I know but no one can force him. Suchitra had tried and is still doing but has failed. And trust me if she can't it is not possible for anyone else. But Sara what is the point of crying over what is not in your control. You need to focus on yourself. Give him time. Maybe maybe someday you do get his love. Right?"

Sara nodded slowly and her father left. She looked at his car zooming away out sight for a few moments and then made her way back towards her dorm. Her eyes were still watery and her cheeks were puffy. She wiped away the tears falling down when suddenly Shubman came running towards her.

"Hi Sara"

"Hi Shubman"

She kept walking without looking at him. Not wanting to show him her tears or that she was even crying in the first place.

"Sara can we talk"

"I am sorry Shubman but not today please. I am really tired. I gotta go back to my dorm" She said increasing her pace.

"Please it's important Sara"

"Can't it wait Shubman?"

"It's about Ishan"

Sara finally stopped and turned towards him.

"What happened to Ishan?"

Shubman looked at her.

"Have you been crying?"

"That's none of your business Shubman. Just answer my question" Sara snapped. Shubman was shocked to listen to Sara's tone. She was always such a sweet girl. But he decided to ignore it.

"Umm nothing to worry. Ishan is fine. I was just thinking something"

"What?"

"It's just that well"

Shubman didn't know where to start or what even to ask her.

"Look Shubman I don't really have spare time or even energy to waste. So if you don't have anything important then I am leaving"

"No wait okk. It's just I was curious that why do you guys hate each other?"

"Sorry? Who hate each other?"

"You and Ishan. I mean you guys are siblings right?"

Then Shubman realised he revealed too much than he meant to. And Sara was looking at him wide eyes. Sara looked around and held his wrist and took him away.

"Sara I am sorry I didn't mean-"

"Shut the fuck up. Who the fuck told you about me and Ishan?"

For a moment Shubman thought how he never saw this before that Ishan and Sara were related. The same anger and same way to show it. He let out a chuckle forgetting the seriousness of the moment.

"Are you mad or what?"

"I am sorry. I just thought for a moment it was Ishan when you got angry"

"Look Shubman did Ishan tell you about our relationship? Which I highly doubt because he never acknowledged having any relationship with me. Ya his friends have slight idea. Otherwise no one knows"

"I kinda overheard you guys in auditorium" he said feeling ashamed now.

"I didn't mean to Sara. I was just there" he immediately added seeing Sara's look. Sara covered her mouth with her hand in shock.

"Don't tell me you asked Ishan about this"

"I didn't have a chance. When I went to his room, I accidentally saw-"

But before he could talk about his scars, Sara cut him off.

"Don't even go around asking him. I am your friend and I care about you so I am giving you an advice try to dig in our past. I am requesting you. And don't even think of asking Ishan. His wounds are way deep and if you ever tried to touch or open them he would burn you" Sara left with a final look which meant not to take her warning lightly.

Shubman kept pondering over both these mad siblings and their anger.

To be continued

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