Shubman's heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness both as he and Sebastian made their way to Ishan's house. The thought of confronting Ishan's conservative family with evidence of his relationship with Abhishek filled him with a sense of satisfaction, a twisted desire for revenge burning deep
within him.

As they approached the house, Shubman's mind raced with thoughts of the pain  he had endured, all because of Abhishek and Ishan's blossoming romance. He couldn't bear the thought of them being happy together while he suffered in silence, so he had devised a plan to tear them apart,a step to make Ishan his.

Taking a deep breath, Shubman knocked on the door, his pulse quickening with anticipation as he waited for someone to answer. When Ishan's father appeared at the threshold, a scowl etched on his face, Shubman's resolve only hardened. He was prepared to do whatever it took to bring Ishan and Abhishek's relationship crashing down around them.

"Namaste.I am Ishan's friend."

"Oh beta,Namaste.But Ishan Isn't home.He went to study with one of his friend"-It was Ishan's father.

" No,uncle I have come to talk with you and aunty"

"Oh.Umm.Come in,come in."

When they were settled in the drawing room,Shubman reached into Sebastian's bag and pulled out the video camera, holding it up for Ishan's father to see. "I have something you need to see," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "It's about Ishan and Abhishek."

Ishan's father's eyes widened in surprise and then narrowed with suspicion as he took the camera from Shubman's outstretched hand. "What is this?" he demanded, his voice laced with curiosity.

"It's a video of Ishan and Abhishek," Shubman replied, relishing the opportunity to sow discord within Ishan's family. "They were kissing in the park today."

Shubman's heart pounded in his chest as Ishan's father took the camera from his hand. The air in the room seemed to grow thick with tension as Shubman watched Ishan's father's expression shift from surprise to suspicion. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the weight of the situation hanging heavy in the air.

Ishan's father's hands trembled slightly as he fumbled with the camera, his eyes fixed on the screen as he watched the footage unfold before him. Shubman could see the rage building behind Ishan's father's eyes, a storm of emotions brewing just beneath the surface.

As Ishan's father watched the video, his face contorted with a mix of shock and anger. "I can't believe this," he muttered, his voice trembling with disbelief. "My own son, engaging in such disgraceful behavior."

Shubman couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt at the sight of Ishan's father's distress, but his desire for revenge still burned hot within him. "I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, uncle," he said, his voice dripping with false sympathy. "But I thought you deserved to know the truth."

Ishan's father's hands clenched into fists at his sides, his knuckles turning white with rage. "How could Ishan do this to us?" he exclaimed, his voice rising in pitch. "After everything we've done for him, after all the sacrifices we've made..."

But as the video played on, Shubman's triumph was overshadowed by a creeping sense of unease. He had been so focused on exacting revenge on Abhishek and Ishan that he hadn't stopped to consider the consequences of his actions. And now, as he watched Ishan's father's face contort with anger, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt gnawing at him from within.

He never wanted any trouble for Ishan.The sole purpose of his coming was tearing them apart.

Suddenly, Ishan's father's hand clenched around the camera, his knuckles turning white with rage. "How dare they?" he spat, his voice laced with venom. "How dare they bring shame upon our family like this?"

Shubman's heart sank as he realized the gravity of what he had done. He had hoped to tear Abhishek and Ishan apart, to make them suffer as he had suffered, but now he saw that his actions might only caused more pain and heartache to Ishan. And as Ishan's father's words echoed in his ears, Shubman knew that he could no longer bear to stay.

Uncle, I only want what's best for Ishan. That's why I showed it to you. Please don’t punish Ishan. He went with the flow, I think. Just talk to him with ease, he will come around, and if possible... don't mention anything about me."

Without waiting for a response, Shubman turned and fled from Ishan's house, his footsteps echoing in the empty hallway as he raced toward the door. He didn't dare to look back, couldn't bear to face the consequences of his actions any longer.He only prayed Ishan won't be much hurt.

As he stumbled out onto the street, Shubman's mind raced with thoughts of Ishan, of the pain and suffering he have to suffer. He knew that he could never undo what he had done, could never make amends for the damage he had done.

"But it’s for Ishan's betterment only.Ishan's family will tear them apart and Ishan will be alone to be mine."-He gave himself console saying his.

Ishan had one of the best day in his life.He had his very first kiss of his life.Ishan's mood was on sky today.Ishan knew his affair would take a toll on him if anyone knows.But he had it all figured out.He will went to hostel and study Engineering. Abhishek will play cricket in national team and they will eventually live together.Nobody needs to know they are dating.

The memory of his first kiss with Abhishek lingered in his mind, filling him with a sense of euphoria that he had never experienced before. Despite the risks, despite the fear of being discovered, Ishan felt alive in a way he had never felt before.

However, as he stepped through the door of his home, Ishan's elation quickly turned to concern as he saw the somber expressions on his family's faces. His father lay in bed, his features drawn and pale, while his mother and elder brother hovered anxiously nearby. Ishan's heart clenched with worry as he rushed to his father's side, his mind racing with thoughts of what could have happened.

"What's wrong,Dad?" Ishan asked, his voice trembling with fear as he reached out to touch his father's hand. "What happened?"

His brother placed a comforting hand on Ishan's shoulder, his expression grave. "We'll talk about it later, Ishan," he said softly, his tone strained. "For now, let's focus on getting dad the help he needs."

But Ishan could sense that something was terribly wrong, that his family was keeping something from him. As his mother and brother exchanged worried glances, Ishan felt a knot form in the pit of his stomach, a sense of dread creeping over him like a shadow.

"Please, tell me what's going on," Ishan pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation. "I need to know."

His mother looked away, unable to meet Ishan's gaze, while his brother sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping with defeat. "It's Dad." he admitted finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "He's had a stroke."

Ishan's world seemed to spin out of control as the words sank in, his mind reeling with shock and disbelief. How could this be happening? How could his father, the pillar of their family, be lying in bed, fighting for his life?He was all healthy when Ishan was going out this morning.

Tears welled in Ishan's eyes as he reached out to his father, his hand trembling with emotion. "Dad, please be okay," he whispered, his voice choked with tears. "I need you."

But as Ishan looked into his father's eyes, he could see the fear and uncertainty reflected there, a silent plea for reassurance about something that Ishan couldn't place. And as he stood by his father's bedside, his heart heavy with grief and guilt, Ishan couldn't help but wonder if he has done anything out of the foot.

But not in a million,he considered the possibility of his and Abhishek's relationship was the reason.