Those who are uncomfortable with the smut,can avoid the last part of the chapter.It wont affect the plot much.

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Ishan felt like he was dreaming. Everything was too good to be true.

Ishan stood there, enveloped in his father's embrace, everything felt surreal. It was as if the universe had conspired to align his life in perfect harmony. His father, who had once disowned him, was now apologizing, accepting him for who he was. Ishan's heart swelled with gratitude and disbelief.

"Son, I'm sorry," his father's voice trembled with emotion. "I'm sorry for not understanding you, for not accepting you sooner. You are my son, and I love you just the way you are."

Tears welled up in Ishan's eyes as he hugged his father tightly, his heart overflowing with love and forgiveness. And amidst the overwhelming emotions, one thought kept reverberating in his mind—Shubman. It was because of him, his unwavering support and tireless efforts, that this moment was even possible.

Although Shubman was the one who told his father about Ishan's sexuality,but the consequences would have been same if he hadn’t.But without Shubman,it would have never been this easy to convince his family.So Ishan is grateful to him in a way.

Ishan turned, expecting to see Shubman standing there, his eyes filled with pride and happiness. But to his surprise, Shubman was nowhere to be found.

Rushing to Shubman's room, Ishan found him lying on the bed, his body shaking with silent sobs. The room was shrouded in darkness, the faint glow of the streetlight casting eerie shadows across the walls.

"Shubman?" Ishan whispered, his voice barely audible in the stillness of the room. "Are you okay?"

Shubman didn't respond, but Ishan could feel the weight of his sorrow hanging heavy in the air. Gently, Ishan sat down beside him, reaching out to touch his tear-streaked cheek.

"Thank you," Ishan's voice was filled with sincerity and warmth. "Thank you for everything you've done for me and my family.You have done the most hardest part for me.You have no idea how many times I have woken up from dreaming my father accepting me the way I am.You made it possible.Oh,by the way,My family  really likes you, you know."

After a pause Ishan said,"And so do I."

As Ishan spoke, he felt a tear escape his own eye, mingling with Shubman's silent tears. "Are you crying, Shubman?" he asked softly, his heart breaking at the sight of Shubman's pain.

Shubman nodded, his voice choked with emotion. "I miss my family," he admitted, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "When my mother was alive, whenever I used to be sad, she would sleep with me, and my father would join us too. We would relive all the funny memories, and I never felt alone. But now... I feel lonely, Ishan."

Ishan gently stroked Shubman's hair, offering comfort and reassurance. "Scoot over then," he said with a fondly smile

Shubman looked at Ishan in surprise, "What? Why?" he asked, confused.

"I'm going to sleep with you, that's why, you idiot."

"No,no.I was just sharing.You don’t have to do that"

Ishan chuckled softly. "I am doing because I care about you, Shubman. Now scoot over."

As Shubman made room for Ishan on the bed, they lay there side by side, their bodies close but their hearts even closer. They talked about the most random things, sharing stories and laughter in the darkness.

When the mood shifted, Shubman got up and opened a box from the cupboard, revealing a beautiful earring. Ishan's eyes widened in shock as he recognized it—it was the earring he had admired six years ago, but couldn't afford.

"I had a habit of following you," Shubman confessed shyly. "I wanted to gift you this on your upcoming birthday. But...You know what happened."

Ishan was overwhelmed with emotion, his heart overflowing with love for the man beside him. "Your love brought us downfall, but then again,I have a lover straight outta wattpad."

Shubman sat on the edge of the bed, his emotions swirling like a tempest within him. He couldn't believe the depth of Ishan's kindness, the warmth of his presence soothing the ache in his heart. As they lay side by side, Shubman felt a longing, a yearning to express the depth of his feelings for Ishan.

"Ishan," Shubman began tentatively, his voice barely a whisper in the dimly lit room. "I... I don't know how to thank you for everything you've done for me. You've shown me kindness and acceptance when I least deserved it."

Ishan turned to look at Shubman, his eyes soft with understanding. "Shubman, you don't have to thank me," he replied gently. "We're in this together, remember? You've been there for me when I needed you, and now it's my turn to be there for you."

they lay side by side, Shubman's heart raced with anticipation, his mind filled with thoughts of Ishan. He watched as Ishan shifted slightly, their bodies almost touching in the dim light of the room. Suddenly, Ishan turned towards him, and in the quiet intimacy of the moment, their lips brushed against each other, almost accidentally.

Shubman's breath caught in his throat, his pulse quickening at the unexpected contact. He looked into Ishan's eyes, seeing a mix of surprise and desire mirrored in their depths.

"I'm sorry," Ishan whispered, his voice barely audible in the hushed silence of the room.

But before he could pull away, Shubman reached out, gently cupping Ishan's face in his hands. "Don't be," he murmured, his voice filled with longing.

"Shubman,without you, I… I never could have explain to my father so nicely,ever. I—I owe you, so much."

Shubman shook his head vehemently, -"You don't owe me a thing."- Then he stopped and grinned seductively, -"Well, maybe a kiss or two, wouldn't you say?"

With a surge of courage, Ishan leaned in, pressing his lips to Shubman's in a tender, tentative kiss. It was a moment of pure, unspoken connection, their hearts beating as one in the quiet stillness of the night.

They kissed, and kissed, and kissed, until they became too aroused to resist rubbing their middles and moaning in unison to the sweet sensation of friction. Then they rubbed, and rubbed, and rubbed, all the while touching their bodies thoroughly, until Shubman stopped and looked at his lover with an intense fire in his eyes. His erection was pocking wantonly against Ishan's own hardness, -"Ishan,Can you give me more? I want you. Bad."

Shubman pressed his groin hard against Ishans’ thigh: his buldge throbbed mercilessly as he ground his pelvis against Ishans’. Iahan grunted, his buldge twitching – coming to life – for Shubman. The ache of desire was becoming unbearable. As the two of them breathed heavily, Ishan plunged his hand into Shubmans’ pant grasping for his cock. Ishan ran his fingers along Shubmans’ prick, before gently massaging his balls. Shubmans’ struggled to retain control of his bucking hips: he needed Ishan.

Shubman and Ishans’ bodies writhed erratically against each other, the scent of them intermingling seamlessly.

“Fuck”, Shubman groans, “Baby, face the bed”.Ishan happily complied as Shubman nudged his arse cheeks apart with one knee. A moment later Ishan jerked his hips as Shubmans’ fingers liberally massage Ishans’ passage with saliva. The slippery warmth is intoxicating:Ishan moans gratefully as Shubman gradually pushes his cock into Ishan.

Shubman thrusts slowly, savouring the unimaginable intense pleasure of the friction. Ishan presses his hips back to meet each of Shubmans’ thrusts. Shubman is hunched over behind Ishan, angling his cock so that it reaches ever deeper inside Ishan, whose usually articulate speech has been replaced by a series of unintelligible grunts. Shubman reaches one hand around Ishans’ trembling body, the other placed firmly on the  hip, and fumbles for his cock.

Shubman wraps his hand around Ishans’ prick, rubbing his palm along the length of the shaft: slowly at first, then increasing his speed with the frequency of his thrusts. Ishan grunts. “More”, he pants, taking Shubmans’ hand and placing it firmly on his other hip: “deeper”, he gasps, pleadingly. Shubman acquiesces, and begins pumping deep inside of Ishan, their bodies rocking rhythmically against one another. Ishan presses hard against Shubman as Shubmans’ hips start to buck uncontrollably. Their breathing becomes frantic, sporadic. “Shub…Shubman”, Ishan moans as he rapidly strokes his cock, his come spurting over his hand, leaving it a sticky mess.Ishans’ arsehole contracts around Shubmans’ cock, wrenching his orgasm forth: “Ishan, ohhh…” Shubman growls as he comes deep inside Ishan.

Ishan pants desperately, gasping for air. Sweat flows over his nose, landing in large drops on the bed. Shubman holds onto him, nuzzling Ishans’ neck and nipping gently at his earlobe, sighing in satisfaction as his cock falls soft deep within Ishan. Shubman almost seems to moan as he withdraws from Ishans’ arsehole, his come trickling down the inside of Ishans’ thighs.

“God,Ishan – now I’ve got to go and shower”,Ishan mockingly admonishes as he started to retrieve his trousers.

Shubman kissed Ishan's forhead, gazing hungrily up at Ishan. Grinning, he says, “I wouldn’t worry about that,Ish.”

This is Just the way I like to see you.