Fated Mates

34

"sketch me!  I am not laying in your bed naked for too long" Pran got straight to work.  He can't waste this opportunity.  Pat struck a pose flexing his muscles and Pran quickly startled making lines and shades.  Pat is not known as a very patient man but he tried for pran.  After a while, he moved and sat up. 

"I can't anymore.  My legs are cramping" Pran hummed and kept sketching.  Pat assumed Pran was done so he got dressed and took out his diary.  They both haven't had dinner so his belly rambled. 

"I'm sorry my baby.  I'll cook in a bit" Pat shook his head but Pran didn't see. 

"I'll show you how amazing my cooking has gotten" Pran glared at Pat for a second before continuing his scribble.

"I don't wanna die in Singapore" Pat facepalmed him but walked into the kitchen to make dinner. Finding things was hard because Pran rarely cooks here. Pran finished his sketch and took Pat's diary to the kitchen.

"Are you sure I can read it?" Pat nodded his head while making the batter for his waffles.

"I want you to be a part of this diary. Thanks for gifting me this. I would've gotten depressed if I didn’t have this." pran glanced at Pat and opened the diary. Pran was scared. Scared to know what Pat's mind wrote here.

ɪ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴀʟ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ᴋɪᴅ... ʙᴜᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏʀᴇ ɪᴛ ɪɴғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ... ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴘᴀɢᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ғɪʀᴇ... ɪ'ᴍ sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴀs ɪ'ᴍ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs. ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴘᴇɪᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴇᴠɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ. i̶'m̶ s̶c̶a̶r̶e̶d̶ p̶r̶a̶n̶ w̶i̶l̶l̶ s̶e̶c̶r̶e̶t̶l̶y̶ g̶o̶ t̶h̶r̶o̶u̶g̶h̶ i̶t̶ a̶n̶d̶ g̶e̶t̶ h̶u̶r̶t̶. w̶h̶a̶t̶ i̶f̶ d̶o̶e̶s̶ e̶x̶a̶c̶t̶l̶y̶ w̶h̶a̶t̶ m̶y̶ f̶a̶t̶h̶e̶r̶ d̶i̶d̶. ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴀɴ ɪs ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅs ᴍᴇ. ʜᴇ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴏᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴍʏ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs. sᴏ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.

ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴀɴ,

ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏ.

Pran glanced up and saw Pat making coffee. Pran closed the diary and pushed it aside.

"I can't read it" Pat raised his eyebrows. And guessed why.

"I gave you the permission pran."

"it feels wrong and your dad did that?!"

"yes... He did that with Pa's diary also... But he did that when she was a teenager... She was discovering her sexuality and wrote some stuff that her dad didn't like. Dad always liked what she wrote in her diary as she was a daddy's girl..." Pran sighed.

"well... At least he is trying to be a better father-"

"no... He isn't... A business-minded person like him... Can never be a father...  He doesn't know anything about my life...  Forgot my birthday,  doesn't call me to ask how I'm doing but calls me to ask how is the company doing...  I swear to god if I didn't take after his company he would've never taken me back... That night when he came to your house after kicking me out... He came because I'm his only son... His heir..." Pat was shaking in anger. Pran stood up and hugged him.

"he... Doesn't deserve you, Pat. I'm sorry that happened to you" Pat nodded and sighed.

"Whatever... I don't wanna think about him. Go read the rest" Pran gave Pat Kitty eyes and went back to reading. Because as scared as he was he was curious too. 

Pran kept reading as he ate and kept reading until one page crunched his heart. it had tear stains on it.

ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴘʀᴏʙᴜʙʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ғɪɢʜᴛ ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴅ. ɪ sᴡᴇᴀʀ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ... ᴘʀᴀɴ ɪs ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙᴜsʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs sᴛᴜᴅɪᴇs sᴏ ɪ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ... ᴘʀᴀɴ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ʜɪs ᴄᴀʟʟs... ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏᴏ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ... ɪ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ. ᴘʀᴀɴ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴅᴏɪɴɢ sᴏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ sɴᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ... ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʜɪᴍ ʜᴇ ɪs ᴀ ᴘᴀɪɴ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴀss... ɪ ɪᴍᴘᴜʟsɪᴠʟʏ ʟᴇғᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ 3 ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴅᴀʏs... ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴍᴇ. ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴀᴛ ᴋᴏʀɴ's ʜᴏᴜsᴇ... ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴊᴜsᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ʙᴀʙʏ. ɪ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ. ᴘʀᴀɴ ᴄʀɪᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ 3 ᴅᴀʏs sᴛᴇᴀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ sᴀᴡ ʜɪᴍ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsɪᴛʏ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ᴍᴇss... ᴘʀᴀɴ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇss... ʜɪs ʜᴀɪʀ ᴡᴀs ᴍɪsʙᴇʜᴀᴠᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs sʜɪʀᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ɪʀᴏɴᴇᴅ. ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ ғᴏʀ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴀɴ. ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ. ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜʏ ɪ ᴀᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀʏ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴇ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ғɪɢʜᴛ... H̶e̶ p̶r̶o̶b̶u̶b̶l̶y̶ h̶a̶t̶e̶s̶ m̶e̶ n̶o̶w̶. ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴀʙᴏɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ... ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴀɴ... ɪ'ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ ғᴏʀ ᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ...

Pran hugged Pat right away and kissed on top of his head.  Pat noticed the page he was reading and smiled.

"let's not fight ever okay?  I hate it" Pran nodded his head and continued reading.  The pages gradually started talking more and more about his love for babies and how much he wanted a baby.  He feels his body is ready for a baby and his mind goes crazy for Pran.  Pran had to read the explicit imagination of Pat while he was away from him.  Pat's thirst for Pran grew more and more as Pran flipped through pages and almost all the pages had Pat talk about how much he missed Pran's touch.  Pran glanced at Pat who was doing push-ups on his bedroom floor.

"do you also wanna see my sketchbook?  It might be embarrassing though" Pat shook his head and continued exercising. 

"you don't have to let me see just because I let you read my diary. Some things are better kept secret.  I respect your privacy pran. " pran glanced at Pat's diary and the next page was cute doodles.  Looks like Pat drew his mom and dad.  He must miss the way they were before.  Pran wishes Pat's family wasn't so toxic. 

"but I respect your privacy as well" Pran flipped to another page and it was directly written to Pran.