Tbc...

Baby sorry sorry sorry...

A 15 years old Shubman was kneeling in front of a 10 year old Ishan holding his ears.

In these 5 years Shubman has changed a lot. He is no longer that skinny shy boy. Instead there is a tall , well built , good looking teenager with his prince charm attitude.

Ishan is also not the same. For example he got some more hight , became chubby healthy , a slim waist , long messy curly hair , light brown eyes with long lasses.

But the thing that didn't change is their relationship. They became inseparable. Ishan is still that princess with lots of nakhra and Shubman is just whipped for his princess.

The current matter is nowadays Shubman has got a new habit of horseriding. So after coming to Darjeeling this time he directly went to the racecourse as Ishan was in school. Shubman's coming is a big news that spred like fire in the whole hilltown. As a result the gallery of racecouse filled with teenager girls.

On the other side Ishan also got the news so instead of going home he directly headed to the racecourse and the problem began.

Shubman who was completely unware of Ishan's presence was waving to the girls when Ishan entered there. The sight infront of him was enough to make him hella annoyed. Here he was counting days for Shubman's arrival and Shubman didn't even bother to look for him. Tears started froming in his eyes. How could he?

When Shubman finally noticed Ishan standing in a corner a huge grin plastered on his face but soon replaced with a concernd look as he saw Ishan dashing out of the gallary. He also followed him as fast as he could but Ishan has already left.

So here he is now apologising to his baby highness without knowing his fault.

Baby meri taraf ek baar to dekho. Mayne kiya keya hay?

Ishan didn't bother to look at him.

Tor jonne eto dur theke elam ar tui mukh phirie thakbi? Ekbaro mone pore na , na amar kotha?
(Tere liye itni dur se aya aur tu mu phirae baitha hay? Ek bar vi meri yaad nehi ati na?)

Yess , Shubman has learnt bengali well enough to speak, understand and read for Ishan.

At this words Ishan turned back and jerked Shubman's coller.

"Amar mone pore na ar tomar khub mone pore tai na?"
(Mujhe tumahri yaad nehi ati aur tumhe meri bari yaad ati hay , hay na?)

Ishan's eyes were red and puffy from crying. Shubman understood that the matter is something deep.

Baby please maff kar de apne Shubi ko.

Shubman held his feet messaging them lightly. Ishan seemed to calm down a little. After some more minutes he slowly wrapped his hands aroud Shubman's neck getting into his comfort zone. Shubman sighed in relief and pulled the smaller boy closer.

"Mood hi bigar diya tumne mera. Mujhe ghar jana hay ab"

Haa baby ghar to jayega hi par pehle chal kahi chalte hay.

"Serf hum dono?"

Shubman knows Ishan said those words innocently but his mind couldn't help to go in wrong directions. He gulped.

The more he is growing up his thoughts about Ishan are changing. He can feel the change but can't name the feelings.

Almost every boy of his age has had some kand done with their girlfriends or with any anoymus girl. But Shubman cringed even at the thought. How could they?

Slowly one thing he is realising that he doesn't feel any spark for girls. He doesn't know how to face this new side of himslef. Actually he doesn't want to face at all cause this side includes Ishan too. And Ishan is a minor. Sexualiazing a 10 year old isn't something good. So he usually tries to avoid these kind of thoughts. He can never hurt Ishan. Never.

"Keya huya phir kaha kho gaye?"

Ishan loud impatient voice broke his thoughts.

Haa?

"Keya haa batao na serf hum dono chalenge?"

Hamare bich koi aur kabse ane laga baby?

Being satisfied with the answer Ishan galdly held Shubman's hand and started walking.

Shubman was walking mindlessly. They reached to their specail space. A low height peak situated between hills and streams. None can easily find it out.
It's been their place since childhood. They discovered it out of nowhere and instantly started loving the calm and serene atmosphere.

Baby ab iss waqt waha jana sehi nehi hoga , dekh barish hone wali hay lagta hay , fas jayenge.

Ishan gave a bored look and continued walking.

"Chalo na ek chiz dikhani hay"

And who is Shubman to say no to this exited face.

Reaching there Ishan suddenly left Shubman's hand and started running towards a big peepal tree. Shubman was about to stop him but his jaw dropped at the next sight.

His little Ishu is climbing a fucking tree.
What the hell!!

He gasped and run there to bring the boy down.

Ishu niche aa avi. Ye keya tamasha hay ha. Gir jayega.

Till then Ishan has already made himself comfortable on a low bruch. He pouted at Shubman's harsh voice.

"Tamasha kyu bola? Mayu vayiyaa ne sikhaya hay mujhe. Bohot maza ata hay"

Shubman's jaw clenched. Exactly he should've assumed the culprit. Mayank , who else can teach these rubbish to his baby.

Mayank is actually Ishan's neighbour. Mayank and Shubman are at same age and both dislike each other equally.

Ishan mayne kitni bar kaha hay Mayank ke sath jyada raha mat kar. Ye sab ulti sidhi harkate karta reheta hay na uske sath?

Shubman took Ishan's full name , a thing he does when he is really angry.

Sensing the heat Ishan started climbing down and Shubman picked him from half route and put him down safely.

Abse kavi ye nehi karega samjha...

Ishan nodded silently.

"May tumhe bohot tang karta hoon na?"

Shubman checked at the sudden question , anger leaving his system.
Before he could come out of his schoked state Ishan looked up , eyes showing vulnerability.

"Keya woh log sehi kehete hay Shubi , ki ekdin tum mujhse paresaan hoke mujhe chor ke chale jayoge"

Ishan's voice was trembling. This has been his biggest fear.

Before his tears could flow he felt two lips on his forhead. Opening his eyes he saw Shubman crouching down infront of him , eyes glowing with some unknown feelings.

He gently brushed Ishan's hairs off his forehead and took his small face in his big palms.

Toke kivabe bojhabo je tui amar kotota jure achis?
(Tujhe kayse samjhau ki teri kitni jagah hay mere dilme?)

Ishan looked at him confusedly not getting his words. Shubman chukled gently and said...

Agli bar koi ayese bole to kehena ki Shubman khudko chor dega par mujhe nehi , samjha?

Ishan nodded silently. He still wasn't out of his daze.

Piggyback ride?

Shubman offered Ishan's favourite thing. Ishan nodded and placed himself in Shubman's back.

Kaske pakariyeee...

Shubman tried to light up Ishan's mood and it indeed worked.

Ishan laughed at his antics. Those sounds which are Shubman's favourite in this entire world.

Ishan was beyond happy with the news that there will be a open movie show in the maidan of thier town for the 1st time. They do have some cinema halls but kids aren't aloud there. So kind of it's his first movie to watch that to with Shubman.

But now his happiness kind of dimmed as Shubman was busy with his cousins who came from kolkata for a few days. Sometimes Ishan feels like he is burdening Shubman.

Ishan was waiting since noon to sit with Shubman. Well , he did but Shubman was busy chatting with his cousin Noor. Ishan felt like throwing a tanturm but controled himself. His papa has told him not to annoy Shubman.

Movie was good. Tho Ishan couldn't understand most of the dialogues still he was foucusing on it untill a fighting seen popped up. Ishan hates violence. He is scared of it. The loud noice , fighting and blood made him froze.

Blood.

A sight of his mother flashed infront of his eyes , she was lying unconscious within the pool of her own blood. This was the last time Ishan saw his mother. Tho he was a mere toddler back then but the seen had made a deep cut to him. He hates blood.

Ishan could feel his hands and legs going numb. He stared sweating badly.

Shubman.

He needs Shubman.

On the other hand Shubman was having a good conversation with Noor. He was sitting between Ishan and Noor. Suddenly he felt a cold hand on his bicep and panick rushed through his body at the next seen.

He immediately took Ishan on his lap who barely has conscious.

Ishan...baby...uth Ishan!!!

He slapped Ishan's cheeks lightly..

Ishan kaha takleef ho raha hay bata bachha please...

His voice started trembling. Noor was riled up too. She started rubbing Ishan's feet. After few seconds Ishan took a deep breath opening his eyes a little...

"S-shubi!!"

Haa bachha bolo...

Ishan hugged Shubman with all his strength...

"Shubi b-bari jabo ami"
(Shubi g-ghar jana hay mujhe)

Ghar? Achha chalo...

Shubman stood up with Ishan in his embrace.

Noor , I am going.

Noor nodded. She was also shooked at the incident.

Shubman took Ishan to his room. Ishan absolutely loves 'Jamidar bari' , because of its elegance , beauty and most importantly food.

He placed Ishan gently on his big velvet cothed bed and made Ishan drink water.

Ishan was a bit better now. He was on Shubman's lap who was half lying on the bed and stroking his hair gently.

Ishu bachha keya huya tha tujhe? Pata hay may kitna dar gaya tha...

Ishan pressed his face in Shubman's chest.

"Mujhe dar lagta hay khoon se"

He felt Shubman's hold aroud his waist tightening and the next second he heard a whisper....

Tor Shubi ache na? Voi kiser? Ami thakte keu toke kichhu korte parbe na.
(Tera Shubi hay na? Dar kis bat ki? Mere rehete koi tujhe kuch nehi kar sakta)

It may seem that only Shubman was falling for Ishan but No. Ishan's love for Shubman was way more deeper.

For Shubman Ishan was a big part of his life and Ishan's entire life revolved aroud Shubman.

It's like Shubman fell first but Ishan fell harder and deeper.

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