Part 7

"Ishaan !?... Ishaan ! "

Shubman's judging eyes were on Ishaan as he shook him in order to get Ishaan out of his trance . However Ishaan was standing firmly in his position .

"Huh?! What were you doing!? Pervert! " Ishaan shrieked after the sudden shake , getting his consciousness back . His eyes went wide as he crossed his arms around himself, protecting himself.

While Shubman raised his brow , examining ishaan.

" Ishaan, tell me honestly... Did you ever hit your head during childhood? " Shubman questioned

" Umm yeah .. I actually fell from the balcony . " Pouting, Ishaan rubbed the side of his head as if hurting remembering the painful scenario.

" Did you know it was not my fault! That girl must have pushed me . She was always jealous of me !" Ishaan started blabbering about the incident getting off the topic .

" Wait ! Why am I even telling you all this ? "

Ishaan huffed and rolled his eyes.

Shubman glanced at Ishaan and said " the symptoms are quite evident... didn't the doctor who treated you say anything about your injury?"

" Umm no I don't remember " Ishaan said thinking about anything specific . " Wait, are you trying to say ,I am mentally ill ! Huh ! "

" Umm well not really! However if you want I can suggest you a great therapist "

" Bhaad Mai jao tum aur tumhara therapist! Idiot "

Ishaan scrutinizes him with anguish and steps on Shubman's foot before leaving the room .

Shubman's eyes followed Ishaan , chuckling a bit at his antics when he was out of his sight.

Shubman was about to settle on Ishaan's bed when the door was opened with Ishaan coming inside the room.Scoffing , Ishaan picked up his phone and shut the door harshly before going outside.

"He is cute though . A cute little cylinder, " Shubman thought to himself and laughed genially.

****

Hain! What the hell does he think of himself?

He is saying I am unstable to wo kya hai ?

Aya bada bijli ka khamba .

Burning with Anger , Ishaan was sitting at the terrace as the harsh wind blew past his cheeks.

But why the hell did I think of such stupid things ? Kahi Mai sachme to nahi pagal ho gya hu?

I should have taken the therapist number that the utility pole was suggesting.

Flicking his head , he pouted. " What are you saying ishaan ? You're not stupid, he is ! "

A chuckle could be heard from behind , " looks like you really need a therapist " Shubman uttered and sat beside Ishaan .

Ishaan laughed at Shubman's comment rather than answering him . He is in no mood to banter with anyone because first of all his room was taken away and second he can't use phone late at night if he is sleeping with his mother and there goes his weekend plan to watch the series all night.

"It's past 11 " Shubman said as Ishaan looked at him with a "so - what ? Face .

"Shouldn't you be sleeping right now ? "

" Why ? Do I look like a kid or a teenager to you that I have to sleep early? " Ishaan chided , rolling his eyes .

" Well considering your height you do look like a teenager and who says only kids and teenagers should sleep early? Everyone needs a good night sleep "

Narrowing his eyes at Shubman's first sentence, he decided not to comment on it and uttered sarcastically " well if that's the case , Why are you not sleeping to get a good night's sleep ? '' Emphasizing on his last words , Ishaan gazed at the twinkling city.

"I am kind of an insomniac, " Shubman said . It's not like he was always insomniac, his body just got used to not getting enough sleep after doing 10+ hours surgeries . Sometimes they even went for 24 hours or even more .

" Umm well you're a doctor, can't you treat yourself" ishaan suggested.

" I am a neurosurgeon," Shubman said as if giving an explanation.

" So ? Doesn't a neurosurgeon deal with the brain ? "

" Well they do, however a surgeon deals with the operation of a patient such as removal of a tumor or craniotomy etc and conditions such as insomnia are dealt with by a neurologist although they both are related with the brain ." Shubman explained while Ishaan looked at him dumbfounded.

"agar mujhe itna hi biology samajh aata to Mai doctor nahi ban jata .I was so weak in biology if my teacher didn't help me in the boards . I would have failed. " Ishaan grumbled, recalling the trauma of remembering biology.

Shubman chuckled, " you're really... unique " .

" That I am " ishaan flipped his non-existent long hair .

" You are "

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Earlier ;

Mrs Kishan was in the hallway to get some painkillers for her headache when suddenly her lips started feeling and she lost her balance .

Fortunately Shubman was also coming in the hallway as he couldn't sleep . Seeing Mrs Kishan Falling unconscious, he hastily sprinted towards her and held her before she could actually fall .

Holding her affirm, Shubman made her sit on the couch and checked her pulse.

" Aunty ? Can you hear me? " Shubman asked as Mrs Kishan blinked to get her vision cleared .

" I am okay son . It's just a headache" Mrs Kishan said trying not to worry Shubman but one thing she forgot that he is a doctor and can understand when a condition is serious or not .

" I also hope it's just a headache. Have you had these headaches for a long time ? Shubman asked, hoping her answer was negative.

" Maybe from the past 3 months. Not frequently though just sometime and after having some painkillers they go away " Shubman edges bowed downward hearing her response.

" Do you take a prescription from the doctor before having any painkillers? " he questioned again.

" Umm no " Mrs Kishan said through her slurred speech.

" That's not good aunty .Never take any medicine like that from now on ." Shubman said .

" And if the weather is clear by tomorrow, please come to Hygieia to get some check ups . You know just to be sure they are only headache and not a sign for some other disease "

" Okay beta but don't tell Ishaan about this . He will get unnecessarily tense up if they are just headache " Mrs Kishan said knowing how worried Ishan gets even if she gets a slight fever.

Nodding at her , Shubman helped her get to the room .

"I just hope it's a headache and not what I am thinking. " he muttered to himself and walked to the terrace.

*****

Munching on his chips , Ishaan was listening to his best friend illustrate the themes in his own wedding which is going to take place after 2. 5 months .

" Well Anisha was saying she wants to have a destination wedding but you know about my family tradition. Everyone always gets married at our ancestral temple in Punjab. Now I am confused. What should I do ? " Mayank confessed his problem to Ishaan on the line .

Ishaan edges automatically formed a pout as he tried to think of a solution to his friend's problem.

" Umm okay you can first get married in any destination and then get a divorce and again get married at your ancestral temple . This way everyone will be happy "

"Umm ishaan ... are you bluffing or genuinely suggesting this ? And if the case is the latter one , I am really concerned, "Mayank pleaded out .

" No, I was just joking! Do you really think I am that stupid? " Ishaan laughed, although he was genuinely suggesting the latter one .

" Yes," Mayank said .

"Ouch . " Ishaan scoffed before telling him another idea ."umm well why don't you just get married at your temple and then get a destination reception. "

" Woah ! You're actually right Ishu "

" See I told you- " the call went off . " I am a genius" and these words were left unsaid.

Putting his phone aside , he made a ball of the chips wrapper and aimed at the dustbin . Due to his excellent skill it went directly inside the dustbin . Note the sarcasm though.

Feeling lazy to stand up and put it In the bin , he lies on his bed burying his face in the pillow as a musk and a bit of oud cologne hits his nostril.

Sniffing the heavenly smell , Ishaan couldn't help but sniff again on the pillow .

Actually his whole room had a faint smell of underlying musk everywhere and his mind went to the last person who was here before him .

At Least his perfume is nice . If not him .

He was busy inhaling the fragrance when his phone started ringing. Seeing the caller id , his face contoured . It was his paternal aunt's call and he literally doesn't Like her even a single bit.

He couldn't forgive how they used to treat his mother with disrespect because his father was no more.

He couldn't forgive how in tough times they disassociated themselves from them and now when everything's going good for them . They are back to their own ways .

Thank God he blocked them from his mother's phone otherwise knowing how sweet his mother is. One sugar coated talk she will forgive all of them for calling her odd names for working after His father's demise.

Maybe she can but he can never .

Silencing the call , He nestled his face in the pillow when again the phone started ringing.

Ignoring the call for the upteenth time , Ishaan's mouth twisted and he finally picked up the call .

" Why aren't you picking up the damn phone idiot!? " Mayank screamed on the line as Ishaan put his phone away from his ears .

" Oh that was you . " ishaan affirmed

" Obviously who else even calls you beside me? " Mayank stated as a matter of fact .

" Touché"

" Accha ye choro , the main problem is Anisha is denying my suggestion. Now what am I supposed to do ? " Mayank asked , befuddled .

" Try to make her understand, " ishaan said .

" Lagta to yahi hai aisa hi karna padega" Mayank sighed.

" You don't sound happy? Kya hua ? "

" Nothing, I am just tensed about all these . So tell me about you , what's happening? " Mayank asked .

" Same old thing and ahh yes I forgot to tell you about this " Ishaan's Brows crinkled . " You remember that uncle from euphoria. He literally called Abhishek my boyfriend . that too in front of Shubman " Ishaan laughed, however Mayank's ears perked at the mention of Abhishek.

Mayank brows knitted and he held back the snort.

" Abhishek sharma? Your so-called college best friend! "

" Ahh not this again . I don't understand what's your beef with him? He is such a kind and vibrant boy ! And secondly he isn't my best friend."

"Why don't you talk to your kind and vibrant boy ? I am hanging up " Mayank snarled and cut off the call .

" Ma- "

" What the hell is wrong with both of them ? " Ishaan questioned himself considering they both were always at each other's throat in their college times.

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Author's note ;

Firstly , I hope everyone is doing good and healthy unlike me .

Secondly, this part might not meet your expectations and you may find lots of errors . Please don't mind them .🤍

Yours lovingly,

Raesurmise.