Sara took Shubman to a nightclub for hang out. The dim light , strong smell of champagne , some unknown enlish beats made Shubman feel left out. He started feeling out of himself. This is not at all him.

Somehow he managed to convince Sara to leave that place and Sara went home being a littlest upset. Shubman sighed at frustration. He made Sara upset. He was heading towards home when he heard some music playing nearby. He followed the sound only to see Ishan playing a guiter and singing Shubman's all time favourite song.....

Meri sapno ki rani kab ayegi tu...

Shubman halted at the sight.

Ishan, the Ishan he knew was looking different under the dimmy moonlight.

Ishan was sitting with a guiter in hand. His fingers artistically dancing on the strings , eyes closed , lips slightly parted , legs folded and body leaning backwards.

The sight and the sound of that melodies voice moved something inside Shubman.

In all these days Shubman has never talked much with Ishan. But on this
moonlit night that unknown boy felt very much known , very much dear to Shubman.

Without him knowing his legs took him towards Ishan. He crouched down beside the closed eyes boy. Suddenly Ishan opend his eyes shuttling Shubman but he himself didn't shuttle as is Shubman wasn't unexpected.

Aree Shubman , tum yaha? Nind nehi aa rahi keya?

Shubman unconsciously nodded. Ishan gave him a comforting smile. Shubman gathered courage and asked Ishan....

Tum yaha iss waqt?

dimag thanda karne aya tha yaar.

Kyu? Sab theek hay na?

Shubman doesn't know form where all these are coming. Since his 1st day he has never talked openly with anyone let alone Sara.

Nehi sab theek hay bas...

Bas?

Bas ajeeb lag raha hay. Ghar ki yaad aa rahi hay.

Ajeeb kyu?

Ishan now turned to face Shubman.

Tumhe nehi feel hota hum ghar aur ghat ke bich me fas gaye hay. Jaha rehete hay woh ghar nehi hay aur jo ghar hay waha guest ki tarah rehene jate hay. Sayad kisine sehi kaha hay....ek bar ghar se nikal jao to ghar , ghar nehi reheta.

Tumhe vi lagta hay aysa? Mujhe lagta tha may akela hi hoon jo ayse faltu ki baate sochta hoon.

They both broke down in a pleasant laugter before turing their eyes towards the moon.

Chand bohot khubsurat hay na aj?

Mujhe to har din khubsurat lagta hay.

Ishan took out a gold falke and took out a lighter after placing it between his lips , lit it , inhaling a mouthful of smoke. Shubman gulped looking at the ciggeret stick. For a long time , he had an hidden arge to taste ciggeret but Sara hates it so he never got the chance even in college.

Ishan chukled seeing those eager eyes.

Wanna try?

Shubman nodded rapidly.

First time?

Shubman again nodded.

Koi na...ye lo , ise mooh me leke dhere se suck karo , inhale karo fir dhere se choro koi jaldi nehi hay.

Shubman followed the instruction only to end up couching lodly.

Ishan took back the stick laughing.

Koi nehi hota hay. Mera vi 1st experience aysa hi tha.

Shubman still coughing winced at the bitter taste.

Kitna kawda hay kyu pite hoon isko?

Ishan again laughed.

Bas achha lagta hay.

Jyada mat pio achha nehi hota.

Achha , kam piyunga to mujhe keya milega?

Ishan asked playfully.

Keya chahiye tumhe?

Tum doge jo vi mangu?

Shubman nodded affirmatively enjoying the interaction.

Mere dost banoge?

Shubman looked up confusedly but the genuineness in the latter's eyes stoped him from asking anything.

mujhe pata hay tumhe may pasand nehi. Par may utna bura vi nehi hoon jitna tum sochte hoon.

Nehi nehi may aysa bilkul nehi sochta.

Shubman hastily replied to hide the embrassment.

It's okay Shubman. Jyada tar log yehi sochte hay mere bareme. Ab mujhe isse farak nehi padta.

Fir meri soch kyu badalna chahate hoon?

Ishan looked down , took a pause then whispered lightly....

Kuch kuch hota hay Shubman , tum nehi samjhoge.

Tumne kuch kaha?

Aahh...nehi bas tum achhe lagte hoon isi liye may nehi chahata tum mujhe galat samjho.

Shubman though wasn't convinced at all didn't poke the matter further.

That's how Ishan and Shubman became friends and now they are totally inseparable. Shubman still crashes over Sara.

Or , that's what he thinks....

Cause deep down , his heart unconsciously flatters when Ishan smiles at him , his eyes only search for a 5'6" boy from the moment he enteres into the campus , his eyebrows automatically frowns when he sees Ishan smoking more than one ciggeret at a time.

Shubman still thinks that he likes Sara.

Little if he knew to read his heart.

P.S: I started the story with a different polt but ended up writting something else.

Next update will be of 'Scarlet letters' . Comment if you want that.

Enjoy....