Bold-Shubman
Italics-Ishan
Cont.
Everyone gasped at the sight of Shubman's hand.Shubman now wants the ground to swallo him.
"Wahhh bhai tu to chupa rustam nikla"
"Ye banda to avi se hi biwi ka gulam ban gaya hay year"
"God where is my old Shubman...give him back" abey o ashique ab dulhan ki tarah sarmana band kar"
"Sab chup" shouted kuldeep
"Shub tune ye kab kara?"
Finally poor Shubi got a chance to talk.
Papa ne kaha thik hay. Ab may unki bat tal thori sakta hoon.
"Oyee mayne bas kaha tha ki Ishan agar tera naam likhwaega to tujhe vi kuch karana chahiye par ye karane ke loye nehi kaha tha mayne" mr.gill quickly defended himself.
Ha ha to mayne vi bas wahi kiya na.
"Shub tune apne left palm me Ishan ka naam tatto kara liya hay mehendi se aur tu isko bas bol raha hay" Jaddu snikerd.
"Sab milke mere bachhe ko paresaan na karo. Shub sehi kiya hay tune. Aur woh teri biwi hay uske liye pagalpan nehi karega to kiske liye karega. He is going to be yours shub. Woh apna sab kuch chorke a raha hay tere sath rehene ke liye aur tu thora sa pagalpan nehi dikhaya to uski disrespect hogi woh"
Virat said looking like a proud parent.
Thanks bhai. Serf app hi samajhte ho mereko.
Shubman hugged him to which virat mad a face.
"Abe chor year hawa ane de."
"Chalo bachho khana kha lo. Kal haldi hay suva uthke bohot kam hay. Aur Shub bohot achha lag raha hay meri bahu ka naam." Mrs.Gill exclaimed proudly. Yes, she is very proud that she has raised a gentelman.
"Par idea to mera tha na"
Everyone specially mrs. Gill glared at her husband. Mr.Gill zipped his mouth
That night two people didn't get sleep. It's a very special moment for both of them. It's officially their last night being single. The has mixed feelings. One part of them is exited to start a new life and one part is feeling different. For Shubman he feels a surge of responsibility. Standing in the balcony under the moonlight he looked at the tatto on his hand.
And for Ishan he is feeling the longing as he has to leave his home now. No matter how it was.... it's his home...aur apna ghar to apna hi hota hay na...yes he believes that home is a person not a place...still. He grew up here. Every brick of this building knows him. No he wants to cry but no tear came out of his eyes. He looked at his mehendi and held it close to his heart.
The moonlight is remains as the ultimate silent communication mode of the two restless hearts.
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Imperfectly Perfect
FanfictionThis is just a simple arrange marriage between two boys. Let's see how their story florish further
