Part 2

Mrs Gill , mother of Shubman, sat comfortably on the couch and adjacent to her was a marriage scout sitting impatiently .

Piles of photos of potential groom or bride were spread out in front of her but none seems to match his son .

Either she doesn't get good vibes from some people and some people. Let's just say Shubman won't like it .

"Don't you have any more photos ? "

" Ma'am for now these are the only options but if you are looking for some specific qualities, then we will find more suitable matches for your son .." the matchmaker said, picking up the photos .

Qualities ? She thought however to her dismay she couldn't specify anything but a image of the boy she saw earlier came in her vision.

"Mrs let it go... when Shubman wants to get married he will marry why are you fretting about this ? '' Said MrGill , Shubhman's father .

Giving a death stare to her husband, she said,

" Of course he is my only son . If not me then whom else would be worried for him "

Not giving any more attention to him , she turned to the matchmaker and said " we don't have much preference. The bride or groom should be kind and must not be involved in any shady things "

Nodding at her , the matchmaker stood up when a photo from the file he was holding fell onto the ground .

Picking up the photo from the floor , Mrs Gill looked at the picture when her eyes widened.

Screaming internally she showed the photo to Mr Gill while smiling from ear to ear .

" How about this boy? Doesn't he look like the most amazing boy and best for our son .. " she excitedly uttered.

Without waiting for her husband's response, she showed the photo to the matchmaker and questioned him about the photo.

Glancing at the picture, he said " Oh it's Ishan Kishan. Just today his mother sent his photo to find a match for him ."

"Ishan . Such a pretty name for a pretty boy.. Mrs Gill thought in her mind and smiled .

" I will talk to Mrs Kishan as soon as possible and will let you know about their answer " the matchmaker said and stood up .

Post leaving the marriage consultant, Mrs Gill stood up and did some dance moves in front of Mr Gill , who looked at her keenly probably thinking his wife had lost her mind over her son's wedding.

"see this is how I am going to do dance on shubi's wedding "

Mr Gill shook his head at his wife's antics and engrossed himself in reading the newspaper he had in his hand .

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4 days later .

Humming a song , Ishan opened the front door and entered the house when a strong and spicy smell of chokha hitted his nose .

Inhaling the fragrance of chokha , he put his office bag aside and followed the direction from where it was coming.

Mrs Kishan smiled on sensing her son's footsteps and waited for him to hug her as he always does whenever she's making his favorite dish .

Ishan hugged Mrs Kishan from behind and placed a quick peck on her cheek .

"What are you making? " He asked, knowing very well what she's making.

"Litti chokha, " Mrs Kishan replied and then asked him to go change his clothes.

Grinning genially he detached himself from his mother and went to his room to get fresh .

A few minutes later , Ishan came out from his room in a fresh outfit and glanced at Mrs Kishan arranging the table for him .

He happily strolled to the dining table and sat on his usual chair .

Taking a bite from the litti , he looked at her mother flashing a huge smile at him which honestly creeped him a bit .

Gulping down the bite, he questioned " umm mummy is there something you wanna tell me ? "

Mrs Kishan shocked her head in negative and put some more food on his plate. Ishan , however, was definitely feeling something is cooking in her mind but decided to ask later and concentrate on his food .

Chewing down the last bite of his food , he then again asked his mother his earlier question and again got the same response.

" Mummy please tell me what is it ? Are you hiding something from me ? " Ishan pleaded with her mother.

Clearing her throat, Mrs Kishan prepared her mind to say what she was going to say . " Um actually there is this guy-"

Ishan's eyes widened and without hearing her complete sentence, he already made up his mind.

" Mummy it's okay ... I get it, dad's been gone for a long time and you feel lonely. It's okay mom . It's completely okay . I won't mind , in fact I will be happy to see you getting settled " he tried to show his empathy and blinked his eyes .

Freeing her hand from Ishan's grip , she looked at her son with narrow eyes.

" Shut up ! Are you stupid? Do you even hear yourself? And secondly that guy is for your marriage not mine "

"Mummy no .. I told you I don't want to get married then why are you even looking for a guy then. " Ishan contradicted as cheeks got red .

"Ishan you're not understanding-"

" No mom, I don't want to understand. I keep saying I don't want to get married then why do you keep forcing me to get married? " Ishan interjects and takes a deep breath before continuing .

" Mom I don't want to get married and that's it "

Ishan proclaimed and went inside his room turning deaf to his mother's voice .

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Inside the room , Ishan sat on his bed and looked at the picture at his side table .

A beautiful young lady holding a bundle of blankets with a little head peeping outside and a man holding the lady close in his arms . They both were laughing.

He picked up the glass frame and traced it with his finger pads . Squeezing his eyes shut he tried to hold back his tears yet a traitor tear fell upon the frame .

Feeling a heavy weight on his heart , he took a deep breath but the weight on his heart kept ten folding.

Ishan knows that his mother just wants the best for him but she is not understanding him. He doesn't want to get married and leave her .

He never wanna left her behind . If he gets married , she would have to live alone and he doesn't want that .Nevertheless, he can't yell at his mother.

The look of hurt on his mother's face never left his mind .

He ran his finger through his hairs , eyes still squeezed shut and before he knew it he was walking towards his mother who was sitting on the sofa staring at nothing.

Staring at her dejected form , a spiral of hurt ran through his body .

" Mummy ... i .. I am sorry . " he apologized in a small voice and kneel down infront of her mother, placing his head on her lap .

Gulping down the bile he tried to stop his cries however he couldn't when Mrs Kishan caressed his head gently.

He kept incoherently muttering sorry in his broken voice to the point his throat dried up .

" Ishu beta, it's okay . I shouldn't have pressured you this much, baby . " Mrs Kishan said, still caressing his head .

" No mummy. I am sorry. What were you saying earlier? I will do everything which you want me to do "

"No Ishu . If you don't want to then don't- "

" No mom . Tell me what you were saying " Ishan interrupted and stood up to sit beside her as his knees started paining.

" If you say so ... the guy I was talking about. I want you to meet him tomorrow . Then tell me if you like him or not .I really think he the one for you . "

" Okay " he acknowledged .

" No problem?" She asked .

" No" .

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Author's pov :

Finally Ishman is going to meet .🥹

Anyways Thanks for reading (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤