"Mumma what are you saying?"

"Sunayi nii deta? Ya apne kaan bhi bech khaa gya tu? Sharam toh kabki bech chuka hai vese bhi"
[Can't you hear? Or did you sold your ears as well? You already sold your soul long ago]

"I know you would be angry but atleast let me explain," Ishan mumbled getting up from  ground. The push was pretty intense.

"Explain krne ke liye kya bach gya hai? Aree teri jesi aulad paida karne ki vajah se toh mujhe ab nark mein bhi jagah nahi milegi,"
[What is left to explain huh? I would not even get place in hell because of giving birth to a child like you.]

"Mum—"

"Khabardar mujhe ek baar aur maa bulaya toh. Samajh nahi aaya kya ki humne tujhe bedakhal kar diya hai,"
[Don't call me mother. Can't you understand that we disowned you?]

"Mom please, mujhe hurt ho rha hai,"
[I am getting hurt]

"Toh hota reh hurt par kahi aur jaa. Tere liye iss ghar mein jagah nahi hai,"
[I don't care. Just go somewhere else because this house and family doesn't belong to you anymore.]

"Aree Suchi who are you fighting with? Is this the milkman again?" His father asked coming downstairs.

"Just some beggar don't worry," She shouted back.

"Get lost from here before I call him to kick you out of the house," She spat before turning back.

"Maa please listen to me. I can unde—"

"Tu jaa rha hai yaha se ki—"
[Are you going from here or—]

"What happened Suchi? Is the beggar not going? Let me handle them. These rascals are getting too much clingy," Mr Kishan sighed coming towards them.

"Just go before he comes here," She said quickly walking towards her husband to pull him back.

"Aree it's okay. Let's just ignore him,"

"No, what if he comes back again tomorrow? Let me teach them a lesson... Ishan??" Mr Kishan looked at her wife.

"Baba"
[Dad]

"Who the fuck opened the gate for him?"

"Don't get angry. I already told him to leave and he is going as well,"

"Maa baba please stop. Atleast let me get inside,"

"Why should we? Who are you to be coming here unannounced when we cleared everything already how we don't want to even see your face?" Mr Kishan's voice boomed.

"I am your son, why are you both acting like that?"

"Son? We don't have any son who is ready to become a whore just for the fame. Someone who is ready to commit such a  big sin on social media just for the sake popularity can never be our son."

"You are misunderstanding everything Dad, it's not what it looks like. The media is defaming me. Please trust me,"

"Don't call me Dad and get out of here before I call police and file complaint against you for trespassing,"

"I-I know...you guys are kidding right? It's just a joke. Please stop it, I can't handle this joke anymore."

"Joke? Joke is what you made our lives. My son Raj, left his cricket career for a crestfallen guy like you. All of my clients took their contracts back because you were my son. All of our lives are miserable just because you were our son. My wife can't even go out freely just because she gave birth to a sin like you. So do us all a favour and leave before I kick you out myself." He spat.

Ishan stared at them. How can they hate him so much? They were his family. Families are supposed to be supportive.

"Tu ese nii maanega,"
[You won't understand like this naa]

His Dad took his suitcase throwing it out. Ishan just stared at his dad when he took his hand pushing him out as well.

They closed the door at his face with a loud thud.

Ishan remained still, unable to even move an inch. His body stiffened as his eyes were fixated on his suitcase, his mind unable to comprehend what had just happened.

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Mayank knew Ishan told him to not come but he couldn't stop the urge to visit him.

While talking with Ishan he had already booked the ticket to Bihar but it was of after half an hour so he knew he would probably reach an hour after Ishan.

He was in call with Ishan the whole time though. But when Ishan told him he will call later as he is going to meet his family, Mayank wanted to stop him but Ishan was a stubborn guy. He would have never listened.

The thing which scared Mayank was when he reached Bihar, Ishan's phone was switched off.

He probably would have forgotten to charge his phone again but it's been an hour since he would have reached. So either he was too happy to look at his phone or his dad again locked him in his room and confiscated his phone and all the other devices.

With the things going on, his father must have done the second part.

Mayank just hoped he would allow him to see Ishan atleast. If not then he just had a perfect excuse as well.

He was just hoping Ishan would be fine. 

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Out of all the things he had imagined Mayank never thought this could be a possibility as well.

Man how much he despised Ishan's father right now. He wanted to really fight with Ishan's father not even caring he was elder than him.

But that man didn't deserved his attention.

Ishan needed his attention right now. He can take care of all the other things later on. Ishan was his first priority.

"Dad you know I always used to worry how he always act bubbly and energetic even when he was going through bad phase. I wanted him to express his other emotions as well but when he is actually doing that today, I am not at all ready for it. He is looking so lifeless and I want his jolly self again."

"Mayank beta, we don't how much he would have suffered naa. When are you  guys coming? Your mom is so excited that she watched youtube videos to make Ishan's favorite dish. Maybe being with us he can cheer up again?" His dad told.

Mayank was in a call with his dad telling him about everything which happened and how he found Ishan curled up against the staircase of his house looking like a statue.

A few children were having fun by throwing stones at him. It was fun for them to see how Ishan was not even reacting to it and didn't budged a single bit no matter how hardly they were throwing the stones.

Mayank scurried away and within half an hour they were inside this hotel room.

"Dad the earliest flight is tomorrow morning, so I am in the hotel nearest to the airport right now."

"Good, order something to eat. It's already dinner time. It would not be good for both of you if you starve yourself. And we don't know since when Ishan has not eaten anything right?"

"You are right Dad, I will order something for dinner. Bye bye love you,"

"Love you too beta,"

And with that the phone was cut. Mayank looked back at the bed where Ishan was sitting.

"Ishu what do you want to eat?" He chirped jumping onto the bed.

Ishan looked at him for a few seconds before again averting his gaze back at the television. The TV was not even on. Ishan was just staring at the black screen.

"If you want to turn on the TV then tell me. I know you are feeling lazy but I would have turned it on," Mayank grinned.

Ishan continued to stare at the television. Okay acting too much happy was not working as well.

"Here is the remote I have turned it on. Just switch onto the channel you like. I will bring something to eat." Mayank said handing Ishan the remote.

Ishan didn't replied. Mayank sighed before going out to order something for them.

Let's just hope he would be happy seeing his all time favorite Paneer Chilli.

---

When Mayank came back the television was still on the Naaptol channel. Ishan didn't even changed it and continued to stare at the boy advertising the cutlery.

"Ishu see what I brought," Mayank sang trying to get his attention.

"Oi why are you watching a man in apron? Focus onto me," Mayank fake pouted.

Ishan was still not replying. Sighing, Mayank put the food aside and sat beside him.

"Okay maybe I know why are you giving your sole attention to that man. I mean he looks like a snack. Gosh looking this much handsome is a sin," Mayank gasped.

"Sin," Ishan muttered averting his gaze towards Mayank.

"Ofcourse just look at him. He is so handsome and his muscl—"

"I am a sin,"

"What? Ishu no,"

"Look at me, a sin. A whore."

"No fuck no Ishu I didn't meant that. I am so sorry sweetie please,"

The way Ishan's body was twitching scared the shit out of Mayank. He tried to calm him down but touching him only made Ishan panick more.

"Fuck fuck fuck, what do I do? Oh god please calm down Ishu," Mayank said pulling him closer.

Ishan didn't resisted but his twitching was getting more intense.

"Ishu, take deep breathes sweetie. Please breathe." Mayank said opening Google in his phone. He searched on it, trying his best to calm Ishan.

3-3-3 anxiety rule.

"Ishu, can you hear me? Baby please reply," Mayank said taking Ishan's hands in his own. Ishan stared at him.

"Please say something,"

"M-mayank,"

"Yes yes, that's like my good boy. Focus onto me. Tell me the the three things you can see." Mayank said continuing to rub Ishan's palms.

"Y-you, T-television, F-food,"

"Correct, my baby is so good. Now tell me three things you can hear."

"T-television and you,"

"And?"

Ishan's breathe quickened trying to find another thing.

"Hey hey hey. Relax calm down. Don't worry. We don't need a third thing," Mayank said hugging him tightly, feeling relieved that Ishan's twitching stopped.

Well in Google they told to ask another thing but Ishan was fine now. Not fine but he was not panicking atleast.

Mayank continued to hug him and whispered sweet nothings into his ear till Ishan calmed down and slept in his arms.

God forbid Mayank for thinking like a criminal but he was seriously having some not so decent thoughts for Ishan's father.

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nerdy_whore You wanted the update at 10 pm...see I updated more earlier 😗