Ishan's father's sudden hospitalization cast a shadow over the household, leaving Ishan and his family reeling with worry and uncertainty.His family decided to concentrate on Ishan's father health for now.So nobody shared anything with Ishan yet.

Ishan continued to meet with Abhishek whenever he could steal a moment away from his family. Despite the chaos and uncertainty surrounding him, Abhishek remained Ishan's source of comfort, the one person he could turn to for solace in the midst of his family's crisis.

Meanwhile, Shubman's frustration grew with each passing day as he watched Abhishek and Ishan continue to meet, seemingly unaffected by his failed attempt to sabotage their relationship. He felt a simmering anger bubbling within him, a burning desire for revenge that refused to be extinguished.

Unable to contain his emotions any longer, Shubman sought out Sebastian, his mind racing with thoughts of how to bring Ishan and Abhishek's relationship crashing down once and for all.

"Sebastian, we need to do something," Shubman declared, his voice tense with urgency as he approached him. "Ishan and Abhishek are still meeting, despite everything."

"We need to find a way to tear them apart, once and for all."-Sebastian said.

Shubman regarded Sebastian with a raised eyebrow, his expression thoughtful. "And how do you propose we do that?" he asked, his tone tinged with skepticism.

Sebastian nodded in understanding, a sly grin spreading across his face. "I think I know just the right thing," he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "We'll start by bribing the neighbors to spread rumors about Ishan and Abhishek. Once word gets out, Ishan's family won't have a choice but to break them."

Shubman's eyes widened with excitement at the prospect of finally achieving his goal, his heart pounding with anticipation. "Yes, that's perfect!" he exclaimed, a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. "Let's do it."

And with that, Shubman and Sebastian set out to execute their plan, their minds filled with visions of revenge and triumph.

Shubman and Sebastian embarked on their mission with a single-minded determination, fueled by their desire to tear Abhishek and Ishan apart. They started by bribing Ishan's neighbors, planting seeds of doubt and suspicion about Ishan's relationship with Abhishek. Rumors began to swirl, whispers of Ishan's alleged homosexuality spreading like wildfire through the close-knit community.

The next day Ishan's family returned home with his father.In evening,they received an unexpected visitor. It was Mrs. Sharma, their neighbor from across the street, her expression grim as she stood on their doorstep, her arms crossed over her chest.

Ishan's mother greeted Mrs. Sharma with a forced smile, her eyes weary from lack of sleep and worry. "Mrs. Sharma, what brings you here?" she asked, her voice tinged with apprehension.

She went to the room Ishan's father was resting.

Mrs. Sharma's lips curled into a sneer as she looked pointedly at Ishan, who stood nearby, his heart sinking at the sight of her. "I've heard some rather disturbing rumors about your son, Mrs.Kishan," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "I heard that he's been spending a lot of time with that Abhishek boy, and that they're... more than just friends."

Ishan's mother felt her blood run cold at Mrs. Sharma's words, her worst fears confirmed in an instant. She exchanged a worried glance with Ishan's brother, who stood beside her, his jaw clenched with barely contained anger.

Before Ishan's mother could respond, Mrs. Sharma continued, her voice growing louder with each word. "I can't believe you would allow your son to associate with someone like that," she spat, her tone laced with venom. "What kind of parents are you, to let your son run wild like that? He'll only end up spoiling others with his... deviant behavior."

Ishan's heart pounded in his chest as he listened to Mrs. Sharma's words, his cheeks burning with shame and humiliation. He had always feared that his family would discover the truth about his relationship with Abhishek, but he never imagined that it would happen like this, in such a public and humiliating manner.

Ishan's mother felt a surge of anger rising within her at Mrs. Sharma's accusations, her maternal instinct kicking into overdrive as she defended her son. "How dare you come into my home and insult my family like this?" she snapped, her voice trembling with indignation. "Ishan is a good boy, and he's done nothing to deserve your judgment. We won't stand for this kind of slander in our own home."

Mrs. Sharma's face turned red with anger at Ishan's mother's words, her eyes blazing with fury. "You may be in denial, Mrs.Kishan, but the truth is plain for all to see," she retorted, her voice sharp with contempt. "Your son is a disgrace to this community, and if you won't do anything about it, then we will."

With that, Mrs. Sharma stormed out of Ishan's house, leaving behind a trail of hurt and resentment in her wake. Ishan's family stood in stunned silence, the weight of Mrs. Sharma's words hanging heavy in the air.

As Ishan's mother wrapped her arms around him, tears streaming down her cheeks, Ishan felt a surge of guilt wash over him. He had never wanted to cause his family pain or embarrassment, but now he saw firsthand the consequences of his actions, the toll his relationship with Abhishek had taken on those he loved most.

And as Ishan looked into his mother's eyes, he knew that he could no longer hide the truth from her. It was time to come clean, to face the consequences of his love for Abhishek, no matter the cost.

Ishan's heart raced as he approached his family, his mind reeling with fear and uncertainty. He knew that what he was about to say would change everything, would shatter the illusion of normalcy that they had worked so hard to maintain. But he also knew that he couldn't continue to live a lie, couldn't continue to hide the truth from those he loved most.

Taking a deep breath, Ishan cleared his throat, his voice trembling as he spoke. "Mom, Dad, I need to tell you something," he began, his words slow and measured. "I... I like boys. And I'm in love with Abhishek."

A slap was what he received as an answer.