One-shot part -1 || Ishdik

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Ishan was having those feelings again.... Those eyes following him wherever he goes, observing his every move. The chilling feeling of being watched began to crawl up his neck, as he built up the courage to turn around and see who was there

The piercing gaze of the him has struck fear inside ishan, No matter where he went or what he did, he could not escape the scrutinizing gaze of his.

That's only mean one thing.... He's watching him from afar,.... He's here.

He was pulled back in the reality by a sound of notification, he looked at his screen which lit up. With shaking hands he took the phone from the night stand, opening the text only to gasp at it.

Unknown: You're lookin so good, Kishmish. Seeing you in that bed with no clothes on makes me want to do things to you my little love.

Unknown: You're going to take responsibility for what you've done right?

With that message a pic of him was sent too, he was holding the phone in his hand while being a crying mess.

In a reflex, Ishan found himself in deep state of terror. He was paralyzed to the spot, the menacing aura holding him in a tightening grip.

He was not frightened nor was, he was afraid. What he felt was beyond such mere nouns.

With sweaty and shaking hands to typed back a message and sent it. His phone lit up again and tears started to stream down his face even more.

Unknown: You liked my present, Kishmish?

And Ishan knew what kind of present he was talking about, about two days ago, Ishan received a letter with a gift box in his mail. He was a little taken back, first it's two thousand twenty four, where everyone has shifted on social media, who sends mail, now? Second, he lives alone and as far as he remembers his parents are dead adding to that information he doesn't have any connection with his relatives too!

So... Who's sending him gifts and letters now?

Having these thought he locked the door behind him and situated himself on his comfy couch. He placed the gift on his laps and the letter wiggling in his hand.

He decided to read the letter first... The second biggest mistake of his life. First is his existence according to him.

My dear, Jaan.

I saw you talking to that guy yesterday, in moon light cafe. Who was he? He was holding your soft and delicate hands with his disgusting one. He was touching something that belongs to me, And you know what I do to people who try to touch my property?

The color quickly drained from his face. Ishan heart started thudded in his chest. His hands shook. His feet tingled. His vision disfigured, as if he were looking through a fish-eye lens.

A cold wave embalmed him as the hairs rose on the back of his neck and his mouth ran dry.

He looked at the box which had wrapped itself with the colour red, with a bow on the top. Ishan pulled the bow lightly and opened the box with steady breath.

He heard a high pitched scream; he didn’t realize it was his own until much later. He whimpered and his legs collapsed underneath him.

In that box, lies a hand which was fully covered with blood. It had some dired rose petal on them. But, what caught Ishan eyes was the ring on the finger.

It's the same ring he gave to... Shubman... His boyfriend.

Ishan will never forget that day, as if it's imprinted on his mind for forever, he'll remember this day till his grave. That's when everything started... Or maybe That's when he started to notice everything.

He threw on an oversized t-shirt with shorts on and ran out of his hotel room with his phone in his hand. He wants to be with someone right now, he can't be alone. And his thoughts were not helping him either.

He scrolled down his dial list, clicking on a person contact and soon it started to ring. After a few ring the call was answered.

"Ish?" A deep husky voice said from the other causing Ishan to sigh in relief.

" Harry Bhaiya, can I please come over?" There was no point of asking, he was standing right in front of his room.

"Yes, bacha. Are you okay-" Hardik was cut off by a loud knock on his door. He opened it and soon met with a bone crushing hug by Ishan.

The smaller man engulfed the other male in a hug, his arms wrapped around Hardik's shoulder while the taller man encircled Ishan petite waist.

Ishan face was deep buried against Hardik's chest while the other just whispered sweet words into his ear and kissed his forehead lightly.

Soon they found themselves on Hardik's bed cuddling. Hardik caressed the others back while Ishan cried his eyes out telling him about the stalker.

Yes, Hardik already knows about that stalker. He's the only person, Ishan trust in Hardik grew deeper after Shubman's death.

"B-Bhaiya, I c-cant take it anymore. Uss ne meri zindagi barbaad kar di hai. Mere Shubman ko mujhse chhin liya, mera phele pyaar tha vo" Ishan cried into Hardik's chest, wetting the other's shirt who probably didn't minded it.

"Bacha, you have too move on. Shubman would want you to do that too. Tu pure zindagi uske yaado ke sahare nahi ji sakta na" Hardik tried to reason but Ishan shook his head lightly.

"Mai nahi kar sakta move on, bhaiya. Apne Shubi ke alawa kisi or ke baare mai kese soch lu, kisi or uski jagha kese de du" Ishan blutered out not knowing what kind of impact it can cause him.

"Kyu, Ishu. Tune meri jagha to usse asani se de di thi" Hardik sudden cold voice made Ishan to frown. He looked up from his chest only to find Hardik already looking at him with his sharp piercing gaze, staring at his soul.

"K-kya bol rahe ho aap?" Ishan asked, his voice cracking a bit.

"Kuch galat bola kya maine? Shubman se phele to mai tha na, Ishu. Teri haar ek chij par Shubman se phele hakk to mera tha na... Or tere par bhi? Tune kisse puch ke mujhse mera hakk chhin liya?" By very passing second, Hardik's word started to scare Ishan. He tried to get away from the man but he held him back, not letting him move even an inch.

"Bhaiya, S-Shubi mera b-"

"YE KYA SHUBI SHUBI LAGA RAKHA HAI, You're not allowed to take his name, Ishu. Your pretty mouth should only take my name. It will only moan my name when I'll be fucking you hard in my bed-" Hardik was cut off by a hard slap on his cheeks, causing him to stumble back a little giving ishan a perfect opportunity to escape from the strong grip.

"Are you out of your mind? Ye kya bol rahe ho aap? I never thought that I'll have to see this side of yours. Don't you dare too contact me from now on" Ishan screamed out getting up to leave only to be pull back, falling in Hardik's chest.

"You really think you can leave, Kishmish" Hardik whispered in Ishan's ear, brushing in lips against his earlobe causing the boy to shiver at his touch.

Ishan stopped his very movements, he stood frozen at the place giving Hardik a chance to push him further in his bed, trapping him in his embrace.

"I-It was y-you... all along" His whisper could barely be heard causing Hardik to smrik.

"I've come a long way, my kishmish. Jab se tujhe pheli baar dekha tha na, tabse iss paal ka intezar tha mujhe. And finally the time is here... You're finally mine. Bahut problems hui thi.. But, it's all worth it... You're worth it"

Ishan gained his conscious back and tried to wriggle out of his hold causing Hardik to chuckle loudly. "Stop trying, Kishmish. It's of no use. Pata hai Shubman bhi aise hi apni jaan bachaane ne ke liye tadap raha tha, usse bola tha maine chhod dene tujhe.... Par vo mana hi nahi" Hardik's words felt like a cut by thousand knifes.

"Y-You killed h-him... You killed my Shubi" Ishan voice could barely be heard. But, it only resulted for Hardik to grip on his even more tight.

"Bola na maine, naam matt le uska. Or mai kya karta huh? He stole you from me-"

"I WAS NEVER YOURS" Ishan finally screamed out gather up all the frustration and anger which was latching in his voice.

"That's where you're wrong, Kishmish. Tu mera hai... Or mera hi rahega. I'll strip away all that you know, All that you love. Until you have no shelter but me"

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A/n- I don't know what the fuck happened to me, but yeah. I woke up at 2am I don't know why... I was not able to fall asleep after that no matter how much I tried... Then I don't know what the fuck came to my mind... I was like... I want to write an ishdik story... Yeah, that's what I will do now.. And here it is... And I finished the chapter at 4:46....and after that exact moment sleep knocked on my door telling me too rest my eyes. So... Yeah, that's the story behind this chapter. I hope you guys liked it!

Sorry, if I did any kind of mistake, I'm not good at writing these obsessed kinda stories!

Byeeee... I love youuuuu
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