Part 10

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Tbc....

18th July......

Ishan's 16th birthday.

Nothing new for Shubman. He had been celebrating Ishan's birthday since they first met , but this year Shubman is feeling like doing something more special.

As usual Ishan's day started with payesh(kheer) made by his father. Then he received his first gift from Mayank and then received several gifts from others but no sign of Shubman.

Nowadays Shubman has started being busy in his own studies even when he is on vacation. He is medical student afterall. Ishan totally gets him but that doesn't mean he will forget Ishan's birthday.

"Ishu sweety , usko yaad hoga dekhna...woh busy hay sayad"

Mayank tried to console the boy.

"Nehi Mayu vayiya itna keya busy ho gaye ki mera janamdin vul vaye"

Ishan's voice slightly broke.

Mayank felt a pang on his chest. Sadness doesn't suit Ishan , moreover its his birthday. He deserves to be happy.

"Chall na Ishu momo khane chalte hay...meri treat aj"

Ishan shooked his head in denial.

"Nehi vayiya aap jao mujhe nehi jana kahi vi"

Mayank sighed giving up knowing how stubborn the boy can be.













"Ishu ay kehye ne"
(Ishu come have dinner)

His dad called him. Ishan exhaled a deep breath. His last ray of hope fading. Its almost night , in few hours his birthday will be over.

"Baba tumi kheye nao. Amar khete ichhe korche na"
(Baba aap kha lo. Mera khane ka man nehi hay)

Ishan's dad fed him forcefully nonetheless.

Currently Ishan is on his bed lying as tears are flowing from his eyes.

So finally Shubman forgot.

Huh!!

Suddenly Ishan felt someone's presence on the window. His heart stopped.

K-ke okhane?
(Who is there?)

There was no answer but a faint knock.

Ishan was shit scared. But curiosity kills a cat.

So he woke up carefully and went to the window tiptoeing.

Ishan was about to close the window when a cold hand covered his lips. Ishan's eyes widened.

Shhhh!! Ishu chillana mat. May hoon.

"Ummmm"

Ishan tried to speak but failed as Shubman hand was on his lips.

Please meri jaan chillana mat log mujhe chor samjhenge.

After multiple requests Shubman finally removed his hand. Ishan huffed.

"Yaha kyu aye ho ha? Aur vo vi ayese?"

Ishan spat in utter annoyance.

Shubman smiled speshisly.

W-woh tu chalega mere sath?

Ishan frowned.

Please chal na....

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