A/N- As mene bola tha ki 3-4 chaps m past saara aajayega toh like either in next chap or next to next chap everything will be aap sabke saamne.

Though can you all make your guesses ki esa kya hua tha bachpan mein ki Ishan doesn't even remember Shubman.

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PRESENT

Shubman was confused. Something was fishy. There was something Ishan was hiding from him. But the question was what?

When Ishan hugged him suddenly he just pulled back with an excuse of being overwhelmed as nobody ever done anything for him. Shubman didn't asked him anything after that seeing how uncomfortable he was.

During the whole time, Ishan enjoyed all the rides. Taking Shubman first to the roller coaster and then to many more rides.

After some time they ate ice creams and enjoyed some more when Ishan whined for some food. He was feeling hungry.

Shubman had gone to call someone, as network wasn't much available at the point they were standing, he had to walk a few steps away, after ordering for Chinese as per Ishan's request he came back only to find Ishan wasn't there. His first thought was that Ishan tried to run away. He immediately pulled out his phone to alert guards on the exit but then before he could dial any number Ishan was running towards him with a puppy in his hands.

Shubman was taken aback when Ishan told him how he found the puppy near the fountain. Ishan didn't tried to run away. That was fishy.

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FLASHBACK

"Ishan stop it," Shubman huffed out.

"But what did I do bhaiy-"

"Stop calling me bhaiya for fucks sake," Shubman lashed out.

He was 16 now and Ishan was 10.

They had been best friends and basically the only friends of each other in the orphanage.

Ishan had always called Shubman bhaiya but since a few weeks Shubman didn't likes the way Ishan would call him bhaiya. He didn't know why but he just don't want Ishan to call him bhaiya. Or maybe he does know.

The reason was just too wrong to say outloud.

"But why? Aren't you my Shubu b-"

"Ish if I am telling you to stop it then I mean STOP it,"

Ishan pouted at his sudden outburst before running away. Shubman sighed in frustration.

How should he explain the boy why he doesn't want him to call him brother. He doesn't even has a good reason.

He can't think of Ishan like that god dammit. It's all those boys fault. Yeah they were the ones who made Shubman watch porn. They were the ones who let him believe to feel this attraction towards a girl is okay at this age.

But the problem was, instead of feeling it towards a girl, Shubman ended up having feelings for his best friend, who was a boy, barely 10 years old. Ishan didn't even know about love, he hasn't even hit his puberty and all Shubman could think of was imagining Ishan in place of that girl whenever he would be watching porn with the boys.

"Oye Shub, we again stole the phone from guard. Want to continue where we left off two days ago?" The 17 years old lad wiggled his eyebrows.

"No thanks, I am not in the mood pratik." Shubman sighed.

"What happened bro?" Pratik asked swinging his head on Shubman's shoulder.

"Actually Ishan is angry, I have to go to him." Shubman said.

"Tu uss chutku ke liye itna badiya mauka chodd rha h?"
[You are leaving this golden opportunity for Chutku?]

"I told you naa, don't call him chutku, he doesn't like it."

"Aree gussa kyu hota hai? Uske muh par thodi bol rha hu. Upar se tu sara din uss bache ke saath hota hai. Come naa dinner krte krte saath mein dekhte hai, ek din akele krlega vo bacha toh kuch chla nii jaayega." Pratik insisted but Shubman shook his head.
[Don't be angry bro, I am not calling him that at his face. And by the way you stay with that child everyday. Come and do dinner with us, we will watch it together while eating.]

"Sorry bhai but not now, tu baaki logon ke saath dekh le aaj. Kisi aur time jab tu phirse phone churalega guard ka tab bula liyo. Abhi mood nahi hai," Shubman said and Pratik shrugged going to other boys.

[You watch with others tonight. Call me next time when you will sneak the guard's phone again and then I will surely come. I am not in the mood right now.]

Pratik just walked to other lads and Shubman hummed walking to where Ishan ran off before.

Ishan was nowhere to be seen. Shubman looked around the whole canteen area where everyone were eating dinner.

Mayne Ishan already took his dinner and went to bedroom. Shubman hummed going to their bedroom.

And there was Ishan, but he wasn't alone. 'Those three' Shubman growled immediately walking towards them.

"Leave him" Shubman had roared and all of them looked at Shubman's direction.

Ishan was pressed against the wall while tightly holding his chocolate milk in his hands and the boy who had his hand gripped against the smaller male's neck quickly loosened.

"Shub-shubman bhaiya, w-we were just playing," He stuttered quickly hugging Ishan who pushed him away.

"They are lying, they tried to take my choco milk." Ishan pouted quickly running towards Shubman.

"Do any of you want me to beat you again? I told you to stop hurting my Ishan. Looks like you won't understand." Shubman glared at them.

"No no no, we are sorry." They all quickly ran away. Shubman patted Ishan's back.

"Why do you fight with them? They all are 4-5 years older than you and will crush you easily. Just call out for me whenever they annoy you." Shubman murmured lifting Ishan in his arms.

"I am strong I can fight back," Ishan mumbled snuggling his face on Shubman's shoulder.

"You don't have to, I will always be there for you so you don't have to even lift a finger."

"But you will go away. What will I do then?"

"I will never leave you alone even then. I will constantly come to visit you. And one day I will take you out from here with me forever."

"Promise?"

"Crocky promise" Shubman grinned pecking him all over his face. Ishan giggled trying to pull away but Shubman had him trapped in his arms.

"S-stop s-stop mister I have to eat my dinner."

"Mister?"

"Yeah, you told me not to call you bhaiya." Ishan shrugged opening his packet of chocolate milk. He sat down on the bed to continue his dinner.

"I didn't meant it like that Ish, I just wanted you to call me with a nickname. Because we are close naa."

"But I call you by nickname. Shubu!"

"Yeah but stop using bhaiya after it, only Shubi or Shubu." Shubman hummed and Ishan nodded his head.

"Now let's eat dinner. I will get mine too," Shubman said petting his head.

Ishan looked at him going out and continued his dinner knowing Shubman will be back soon with his food.

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Shubman was hard. His cock was hard to the point it was starting to hurt.

He wanted to go to the bathroom but he couldn't, not when Ishan was nestled close to him. His back pressed against Shubman's chest and his ass also nestled against Shubman's lap, specifically to where his cock was.

It was so wrong. Ishan was asleep. He was dreaming about playing with spiderman, with the way he was babbling it was clear he had an innocent dream.

While a not so innocent Spiderman was having a hard time not to think about Ishan. But how could he not when with each punch Ishan was giving in his dream he was brushing against Shubman's hard on.

It was messed up. Seriously messed up. Ishan was barely 10.

Shubman's eyes shot open when Ishan rubbed his back deliberately over Shubman's cock. Not once. Or twice. He did it for a few times.

After a minute Ishan stopped and then his small hand touched Shubman's hard dick.

Shubman moaned, couldn't take in the teasing anymore.

Ishan quickly turned around facing Shubman.

"Shubi? Are you okay?" He asked gripping him tightly.

"Let me call miss," Ishan gasped rubbing his hand over Shubman's hard on.

Shubman quickly pushed him on the bed when Ishan was getting up putting his hand over Ishan's mouth to muffle his yelp.

"Ishh remove your hand," Shubman growled and Ishan stopped groping his dick.

"Mmph," Ishan muttered over Shubman's hand.

"Sorry sorry, couldn't let you scream and wake up others." Shubman said pulling his hand off his mouth.

"But you are hurt Shubi s-"

"I am not hurt," Shubman winced. How could he explain this to the innocent boy.

And why the heck was he even hard. All those porn videos have taken a toll on him, now he can't even cuddle his bestfriend without being horny.

As a teenager his hormones were already over the top.

But Ishan. Ishan wasn't supposed to see him like that. Poor guy was thinking Shubman was hurt. Only if he knew.

"Then? Shubi you seriously seem hurt. I can help you,"

Help you. No. Ishan meant in a pure way but Shubman, his mind was playing tricks with him. This was so screwed up.

It wasn't like Shubman had never done any fouled up things. He was far from being a saint. He knew that well enough. But this. Even a devil would be embarrassed if he got to know what Shubman was thinking.

'Please don't. I can't do it. He is a child.' His mind screamed at him.

"You want to help me?"

Ishan nodded his head eagerly, ready to do anything to help his friend.

'You can't just take advantage of your best friend.' Shubman closed his eyes through gritted teeth.

"Then sleep" Shubman told Ishan. Thank god he didn't said what he was going to say before. Because then he wouldn't even forgave himself. With the last remains of restrain he had he just pulled the guy on bed making him lay down.

"But you are hurt. What about you?" Ishan scowled.

"It's nothing, it just happens when we don't pee for a whole day. I will go to bathroom. When I will be back it will be gone," Shubman blabbered wearing his slippers.

"Come fast," Ishan muttered watching him leave.

'Cum fast' Shubman wanted to scream at his stupid brain. At his stupid hormones. At his stupid age which was making him crazy.

He entered inside the bathroom and quickly pulled off his shorts. And then he did what people usually did.

He was masturbating while thinking of Ishan. While thinking of how his small hands were fisting his cock. While thinking of how his ass was snuggled against his lap. While thinking about how he was moving so deliciously on his lap.

"Ahhhm" Shubman moaned cumming all over his hand.

One good thing about a teenager is that his orgasm would come early enough. He didn't had to do much. The only thing he had to do was picture Ishan. Which was wrong. He was very aware of that fact but still he couldn't do anything against it.

Shubman groaned in frustration while walking back to his bed.

Ishan immediately latched himself to him, hooking his legs onto Shubman's hips. It was a sweet gesture, but Shubman's mind was fucked up.

His hands not so subtly settled just above Ishan's ass. 'It's normal, as long as he isn't doing anything naughty' He reasoned to himself.

'But what If I touch it? Just once? A small touch,' He thought as his hands slid down settling on his ass now.

'Would Ishan mind If I?...' Shubman closed his eyes while his hands subconsciously went inside the boy's shorts.

"Shubi..."

Shubman opened his eyes looking down at Ishan who was wiggling in his arms a bit.

"Yeah?"

"Can you please pull out your hands? Feels uncomfy" Ishan muttered and Shubman realised where his hands were. Inside his shorts, grazing at his hole.

Fuck, he did not just sexually assaulted Ishan.

"I am so sorry Ish, I didn't meant to." Shubman quickly pulled his hands back.

"It's okay, I just didn't felt nice. Don't touch there again please,"

"I won't, I promise I won't. I am really sorry Ish." Shubman muttered feeling angry over himself.

Ishan didn't felt nice. Ofcourse he wouldn't. He was being molested unknowingly.

Shubman wanted to bury himself. He felt guilty to do this. What was he even thinking?

He needed serious help.

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PRESENT

"Nice to meet you Mr Markande,"

Mayank couldn't believe his eyes. He couldn't at all.

Because in front of him, stood Abhishek in all his glory.

It has been only a few days since he came back to Delhi, since his marriage has been fixed.

He missed Abhishek but couldn't dare to message him after the way Abhishek treated him in their last meeting. And now finally looking at the guy in his own office while he conversed with his father.

Mayank wanted to crawl on top of Abhishek like a monkey crawls on a tree. He really wanted to.

And he might even have done it, if his father wasn't in between them.

Mayank had to control himself. Control his stupid feelings that were itching for the guy who was straight out ignoring him while talking with his dad.

"Mayank meet Mr Sharma, he is the one who helped us out with the contract I was telling you about. He came from Mumbai to discuss about the project only." His father grinned.

"Thank you so much for the project Mr Sharma," Mayank gave a tight lipped smile.

"It was nothing and besides we will be getting the 70 percent profit, so it's more profitable for us." Abhishek uttered.

"Still sir, because of this partnership we are getting back our investors. We are really indebted to you." Mayank replied.

"Not at all. You are not at all indebted. It's just a business deal and we both are profiting from it, one way or another. " Abhishek shrugged.

"Y-"

"By the way congratulations for your wedding Mr Markande. I heard tomorrow is your engagement," Abhishek said staring at him.

"Yeah, thank you." Mayank nodded his head.

"I thought we were acquaintance now Mr Markande. But you didn't even invited me on your son's marriage." Abhishek said turning around and looking at Mr Markande.

"Mr Sharma you are absolutely invited in all the functions. We are partners now,"

"Cool, then I think we can talk about everything else the day after tomorrow. The deal will be finalized them, it was nice meeting you both." Abhishek hummed walking out.

Mayank's father led Abhishek out while talking about something Mayank didn't paid attention to.

His whole focus was just on the fact how indifferent Abhishek was acting.

He didn't even cared about Mayank's marriage.

Mayank felt like a fool to even think they had something. Because clearly they didn't.

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A/N - Is anyone up at this moment?