Riyaz sat down on the seat beside the operation room. His face screamed fear and dread. His white shirt was covered in blood. Just after a week of Ahmed's birthday, this happened. Riyaz was so terrified that he even couldn't see properly. He was sweating and his head was no less hot than the sun. He couldn't think of anything other than what he saw. Blood and just blood. Riyaz just knew, whatever happens, he cannot lose Ahmed.
An hour ago
The gent's washroom was under repair on the floor where the class of 2015-16 was. And so Ahmed had to go to the topmost floor to relieve himself. While peeing, Ahmed was recollecting last week and the way Riyaz and his friends celebrated his birthday. Two cakes; one for face and one for celebration. Total 5 spray cans were emptied and glitters were sprinkled. Overall, it was the best birthday celebration.
Many pictures were clicked and all of them were different from others. And though Ahmed had seen them about 100 times, he wanted to see it again. So while walking down the stairs, he took out his phone and opened the gallery. He clicked on the first picture of that day and smiled. It was Riyaz kissing Ahmed's head. Though Riyaz did it in a friendly way, Ahmed felt heat passing through every little part of his body. Ahmed instantly smiled after seeing that picture.
Leg slipped; and so did fall Ahmed. After a total of 12 stairs, Ahmed started to bleed and he fainted. The topmost floor being empty most of the time, Ahmed laid there; for a long time. Riyaz was appointed to go and check on Ahmed since he was absent for almost half an hour. Riyaz started to climb the stairs thinking of the pranks he can pull off on Ahmed while he was in the bathroom stall.
He stopped at his place when he saw blood flowing down the stairs. He started panicking. He started praying. He wished it wasn't Ahmed's blood. He had to pick up the courage and continue the stairs. As he was climbing up, he saw blood-soaked black hair. As further up he'd go, he saw the green t-shirt. He immediately recognized Ahmed.
He rushed up and took Ahmed in his arms. He wasn't even crying. He was just alert and serious. He was trying to wake him up but Ahmed was still unconscious. Riyaz instead of being all sad and thoughtless took out his phone and dialed the teacher who was currently teaching their class. The teacher picked up and Riyaz told everything. The teacher said she'll be sending help soon. She also asked to inform Ahmed's parents about it.
After hanging up the call, Riyaz searched for Ahmed's phone and found it on one of the stairs. As he knew the lock, he opened it up and saw the photo. Photo of Riyaz kissing Ahmed's head. He then looked at passed out Ahmed. And then, he started crying,
"Are you mad? Or brainless?" Riyaz started to say in a trembling manner. "Couldn't you just walk without looking at me? I know I am something you'd like to see every time (chuckles sadly) But look at you now. You are just lying there; out and in blood and the only thing I can think now is I want to see your eyes again! (starts sobbing) But how will I see them if you won't---- if you won't open them? Open your eyes. Please open your eyes… You can't just go, Ahmed! You have to open your eyes because I love you!...." And then Riyaz realized what he said. He just said he loved Ahmed.
"Step aside!" The clerk shouted. Riyaz did as asked.
"Riyaz, come here." The teacher who came along said. Riyaz again did as asked. "Did you inform his parents?" She asked.
Riyaz just shook his head.
"It's good that you didn't. Such type of news should be provided by teachers. Was he out before you saw him?"
Riyaz nodded. "That's okay." Riyaz again nodded.
"Look Riyaz, Ahmed is a great friend of yours, I know so I could arrange for you to go with him to the hospital if you want."
The teacher said.
Even though Riyaz was spooked by the revelation, his heart just said one thing: don't lose his sight.
"I'd appreciate that ma'am."
Ma'am nodded and went. And Riyaz was left to see the clerk and some other two men checking on Ahmed.
On the way to the hospital, Riyaz didn't lose sight of Ahmed. He was questioning why he said what he said. He didn't mean it did he? Then why is he with him now and not in college? He said it like a friend. Then why his heart was feeling otherwise? There was a lot for Riyaz to comprehend.
Riyaz filled the form and Ahmed was taken to the operation room. Riyaz sat down on the seat beside the operation room. His face screamed fear and dread. His white shirt was covered in blood. Just after a week of Ahmed's birthday, this happened. Riyaz was so terrified that he even couldn't see properly. He was sweating and his head was no less hot than````` the sun. He couldn't think of anything other than what he saw. Blood and just blood. Riyaz just knew, whatever happens, he cannot lose Ahmed.
But why?
It isn't like Riyaz had only one friend and that was Ahmed. He had plenty of other friends. Then why his heart stopped beating when he saw Ahmed covered in blood? Riyaz saw the photo of them again. He then started thinking why did he kiss his head? Riyaz hadn't the slightest bit of answer. At that time Ahmed was looking at him all happy and cheerful; glad and then Ahmed when he was about to click a selfie, Riyaz just kissed his head.
After some time, two people; a man and woman stood in front of Riyaz. Riyaz looked at them and realized they were Ahmed's parents. He had shown them the pictures. Riyaz recollected that Ahmed never spoke fondly of his dad. Before any sort of conversation could take place between them, the doctor came out from the operation room. Riyaz stood up and the doctor joined them.
And there was Luvraj, sitting in a cab; crying and terrified. And then there was Aman who was roaming in the mall alone angry and somber.
An hour ago
Luvraj looked twice at both sides of gent's bathroom before entering the bathroom stall. Once he was in, he shut the door and turned.
"Hi." He spoke.
"Hi!" Aman spoke back.
Luvraj smiled and made Aman sit on the toilet seat. Aman had already taken off his black cardigan and hung it on the hook. Then Luvraj unclothed Aman of his tight white t-shirt. Unbuckled his belt, removed his pants along with the underwear. And there sat Aman naked on the toilet seat. And then Luvraj started unbuttoning his gray shirt and removed his blue jeans too. And Luvraj too was naked now. He sat on Aman's lap with his legs raised a little so that the outsiders can see only one pair of feet.
The moment Luvraj sat on Aman's lap, their bodies warmed up so high. Their dicks were no any less hard than bricks.
"I know this is not what you'd have expected as a first time but..."
"It's perfect!" Aman soothed.
Luvraj gratefully chuckled and leaned in for a deep passionate smooch. Their lips being bit by & sucked up. The heat they were sharing did nothing but increased the level of ecstasy they were at. The cheeks, the neck, the shoulders, the chest, the stomach, the belly button; no place was left without a kiss. And then Luvraj ignored the people outside and bent down to take that whole huge, cut; not any less hard than the brick itself in his mouth. Deep throats. Aman was gasping and moaning slowly but Luvraj didn't stop. He got faster as soon as the salty 'pre' was leaking. That sticky salty, no less effective than lube pre-made Luvraj asking for more.
Once Aman's dick was warmed up, Luvraj got up, spit on his hand, and rubbed it on his hole. And then he again sat on Aman's lap but now with Aman's dick inside of him. they both loved it. The ecstasy was so heightened. Luvrak kept bouncing up and down while kissing his face.
"Oh, I am gonna come!" Aman expressed.
"Cum inside of me!" Luvraj demanded. And once Aman saw that Luvraj wasn't joking, he kissed him again and shot his load inside Luvraj. Once he was done, Luvraj gagged and said, "I could tell it was a big load."
"Get up," Aman said. Luvraj was confused. "Get up I said!"
Luvraj instantly got up. As soon as he did, Aman started sucking Luvraj's dick.
"Oh, god!" Luvraj gasped. And very soon, Luvraj too shot his load inside his mouth. After that, he ordered Luvraj to turn around. When he did, Aman pulled Luvraj's hole closer to his mouth, and Aman started eating the hole; thus licking the creampied hole.
After that, Luvraj again sat on Aman's lap and kissed him; thus sharing the taste of cum. They both chuckled.
When they were out of the men's restroom, they were so ashamed. Not in an embarrassing kind of way but in a happy way that they had their first time. And it was so magical and everything they both expected. Luvraj expected that it would be great and spectacular and so did Aman.
They hadn't even said a word when Luvraj got a call from his dad. He signaled Aman to be quiet to which Aman frowned a little but didn't let him bother himself.
"Hello?" Luvraj says. "I am in Pheonix Mall." "With some friends." "Dad, how did you----" Luvraj's eyebrows are crossed and a sense of nerve and tension arose in him. "But dad---" Luvraj inhales a deep breath and replies a 'yes' in a manner as he is answering a question. "Listen, dad…" "Okay, I am coming." He hung up the call.
"What happened?" Aman asks.
Luvraj replies in a tense manner,
"They know. My family knows about us!"
"But how?"
"One of the people who was eyeing us earlier was a distant cousin of mine. He spilled the beans to my family with a photo of us holding hands together. Shit!"
"Luv, calm down. What's wrong if they know?"
"Are you even listening to yourself? My family knows I am roaming in a mall holding hands with a guy. Not a girl, a guy!"
"So what? Are you ashamed or something?"
"No, it just… you won't get it." Luvraj books an Ola cab.
"Yes, I won't get it because it has been declared earlier that I am a stupid guy who knows nothing," Aman says feeling hurt.
"Aman, calm your horses down! I am not out yet." Luvraj explains.
"So this is a perfect time for coming out, don't you think? You have got me and aren't you happy with me?" Aman asks.
"I am, that's not the point!" Luvraj tries to ignore the topic.
"Then what is the point?!"
"I am not ready yet to come out!" He wished Aman would be silent.
"Why not?!!"
"Because I can't abash my dad right now!" Luvraj lost control and shouted. He realized what he had said and tries to explain, "I---" but he gets a call from the Ola guy.
"Yes?... Yes, I am coming in a couple of minutes. Yeah, sure."
Aman felt both indignant and downcast.
"Aman, listen to me…."
"You should go, Luvraj," Aman said in a subdued voice.
Luvraj realized Aman called him Luvraj and not Luv.
"Aman, no! Don't leave things at this point, no!"
"No, listen! This talk that we are going to have will take time which you don't have much now. So go." Aman said in the same voice. He tried to hide it but he couldn't.
"No, Aman listen…."
"Luvraj, leave me now and go save your embarrassment for I embarrass you, right?" Aman said this with tears in his eyes.
"Aman, no…"
"Bye, Luvraj." He says and leaves him. Luvraj tries to follow him but he gets a call from the Ola guy again and he had to go in the opposite direction. Aman saw him leaving the opposite direction and just continued walking his path.
And there was Luvraj, sitting in a cab; crying and terrified. And then there was Aman who was roaming in the mall alone angry and somber.
"I love you," Romit confessed to Rokesh.
Rokesh looks at Romit in an addled manner. Romit just expressed his love for him and Rokesh cannot just sit there quietly. He was about to say no when he looked at Romit's eyes. The same eyes which were idiosyncrasy to him. And his face which had nothing significant in particular but together was the missing part in his happiness. Could he be the one Rokesh needed all his life? He certainly looks like the fulfillment of his needs.
"Romit… (Romit looked at him yearningly) I…."
An hour ago
Minutes before Rokesh got the call from Romit, he was about to do a horrible mistake. He was about to call Romit and abuse him of the misery he has left for him. He was about to call and complain about how even when he is not around, he is around. Even when he is not looking at him, Rokesh could imagine the dainty amount of brown melanin in his eyes. Even when he is not naked in front of him, he could smell the scent of his body. Even when he is not around, he is around.
But Rokesh remembered the reason for the current dire situation. If only he could give in to his feelings and kiss him, who knows he might be kissing him now and the world would make sense again. 'Ring-Ring' rang the phone.
"Romit?"
Rokesh waited at their spot as Romit asked him to come. He had a trembling voice and suggested that something awful has happened. Rokesh was very tensed. Half an hour or so, Rokesh was in the misery of Romit's absence in his life and now he still is in misery because of Romit's voice. Romit was never upset around him. And so, this was all new to Rokesh.
After a while, Romit showed up. Rokesh noticed Romit swelled red eyes and dry lips. His face was so white. This all clarified that Romit has cried. A lot!
"Hey, Romit…."
"Hey…" Romit sniffled and greeted back. He sat down on a stair and Rokesh sat beside him.
"You okay?" Rokesh asked in concern.
"No…." Romit whispered.
"What happened?"
"You remembered I told you that I was sensing of something bad? (Rokesh nodded) Well, it did." Romit starts crying again,
"Dad's dead!"
Rokesh's eyes got big,
"What?! How!"
Romit shrugged his shoulders,
"We don't know. We just found him in the bathroom; bleeding. (looked at Rokesh; crying) He wasn't breathing."
Rokesh hugged Romit at that moment.
"It was worse because he left on bad terms."
Rokesh caressed him to calm him down. But all were to no avail.
"He called me the biggest mistake of his life, you know. And I in return said he was no match for a father…" He was continuously sobbing.
"Shh.. calm down."
"If I knew those were the last moments we were to share, I would've said so much. I could've thanked him for numerous reasons. For never giving up on me when I was unable to learn to ride a bicycle. For the time he taught me how to cheat on poker. For training me how to swim. For saying that poem to me when I scored an A in 8th grade. I would've just thanked him for being such an extraordinary father. The father who was right by me always. Honestly, I would've asked for no other father for me. I would say I love him so much and would continue to love him till I die…"
Rokesh didn't stop hugging him. He held him in his embrace in hope that Romit would tranquil but Romit didn't stop.
"And to carry my father's hatred towards me for the rest of my life is just plain unimaginable and unfeasible."
Rokesh finally left the embrace and looked into Romit's eyes,
"Are you fucking kidding me? You have me, idiot!"
"So what? It's not like you are anything to me. God, I don't even know why I called you…."
Rokesh didn't know what to say. He had no words to say. He couldn't even explain himself. Because he knew what he did was plain wrong and unjustifiable. There was only one thing to do.
Rokesh leaned in closer, took his face in his hands, and softly placed his lips on Romit's. As Romit didn't expect this, he was calmed down and didn't stop. He let Rokesh kiss him gently and benignly. Every pain just slid away. It wasn't a smooch or a passionate kiss. It was just a sweet, tender kiss. When Rokesh stopped it, Romit smiled gladly and leaned in for another lenient kiss and Rokesh didn't stop him.
After some few seconds, Romit broke the kiss, Romit chuckled so bright and lovingly.
"You kissed!" Romit exclaimed.
Rokesh shied and smiled with a red face,
"Yeah well, I had to make you understand that I am here for you."
Romit chuckled again and thought of saying something. But then he had second thoughts about it. But Rokesh sensed Romit had something in his mind.
"What? (Romit shook his face) Oh, come on! Tell me!"
Romit looked at Rokesh's exciting face and his cute smile,
"Promise me you won't freak out."
Rokesh nodded and replied,
"I promise."
Romit inhaled a deep breath,
"I love you," Romit confessed to Rokesh.
Rokesh looks at Romit in an addled manner. Romit just expressed his love for him and Rokesh cannot just sit there quietly. He was about to say no when he looked at Romit's eyes. The same eyes which were idiosyncrasy to him. And his face which had nothing significant in particular but together was the missing part in his happiness. Could he be the one Rokesh needed all his life? He certainly looks like the fulfillment of his needs.
"Romit… (Romit looked at him yearningly) I…."
Harsh took his sketchbook in his hand, a pencil; sat on the sofa in the living room and started thinking of Deep. His hair, the shape of his eyes, the way his lips were curved, the jaw, furrow eyebrow, everything. And all of a sudden, he started sketching. He started making strokes, making shades. First the face cut, then his messed-up hair, then eyes drawing a tinge of dark circles.
When he was almost finished up, a silhouette appeared before him. Being unaware of it, he continued sketching Deep.
An hour ago
It was morning and both Harsh and Deep stayed in the same position as they were last night while they were sleeping. Deep was the first one to wake up. He woke up and saw how Harsh had held his hand which was around his waist. He was so still and so quiet, it gave Deep chills. Not scary chills but chills of happiness.
'Warned me about the cold and was himself freezing.'
Deep chuckled. 'Such a dork!'
Deep looked at Harsh's ear and he felt something in his gut. Something like curiosity and libido. A strong libido. So strong that he couldn't stop himself from kissing it. Just a peck and nothing else. He didn't know what he was feeling and why was he feeling it but he knew that if he doesn't act on it, he will collapse. He leaned closer; not knowing why he just leaned closer and closer until he was close enough to give a peck on his ear.
He gave a clement kiss on his ear and once he realized what he had done, he just wanted to get out of there. Not because he felt ashamed of it, but because he wanted more. And so, he slowly tried to remove his hand from Harsh's hold. When he succeeded in doing that, he slowly walked out of the room without making a noise.
The moment Deep waked out of the room, he decided to forget everything that happened in the last five minutes. Hiding from everyone, he walked slowly checking if the coast was clear or not. He then walked into the kitchen to do the first thing he always does every day. Start preparing breakfast for the family. And so, he started preparing the breakfast. And within a few minutes, Harsh's dad walked in from his jogging. He saw Deep and said,
"You didn't change your clothes."
Deep forgot about that one.
"I actually um--- I woke up a little late so didn't have um---- time to uh… change."
"Oh. Okay. But in our house, we value hygiene very much and wearing dirty clothes isn't suitable for your body either. So ask Harsh to lend you some of his clothes. Is that okay? (Deep failed to answer in surprise) Okay?"
Deep nodded shakily and replied,
"Okay, sir."
Harsh's dad left.
The reason why Deep was so surprised was that he had never seen Harsh's dad be so helpful. He didn't bawl and just seemed obliged. Maybe he had a change of heart. Deep chuckled at his thought. There was no chance he would change. But then, why would he be so concerned?
When Harsh sat up, the only thing that was hovering around in his mind, was whether someone had found out or not. But he doubted it because if something would've happened, someone would've woken him up.
Still, he stepped his foot out and checked if everything seemed normal. And when it did, he exhaled and went in the kitchen to see Deep.
"Hey." Harsh greeted.
Deep turned and saw Harsh and as soon as he did, he also saw that ear he kissed. That left him speechless. He couldn't think anything else besides that.
"Are you okay?" Harsh asked Deep who was looking at his ear. "Is something there on my ear." He checked it.
"No, no; there's nothing there. Hi!" Deep greeted back.
"What you doing?" Harsh asked while walking towards him.
"Preparing breakfast." He replied.
"What?"
"Chhole Bhature." Deep informed.
Harsh takes a whiff and comments,
"Smells good." He smiles.
Deep smiles too.
"Don't you want to get ready?" Deep asked.
"Nope. I am using my Weekay today." Harsh informed.
"Weekay?" Deep asked.
"A Weeksay. A weekday holiday. My family has allowed me a weekday holiday. Usually, I use them on Friday to get three holidays back-to-back. But today, I don't want to go. I am just not feeling like it."
"So what are you feeling like?" Deep asked while preparing his breakfast.
"I am feeling like I should just sit today and do some more sketches." Replied Harsh.
Deep dropped everything he was doing and asked,
"You sketch? (Harsh nodded excitedly) I wanna see them. Now!"
"Slow down. Everything will be seen once my dad goes off to work."
"Everything?" Deep asked with a hint of excitement and naughtiness in his eyes.
"Yes, everything." Harsh replied being unaware of Deep's thoughts."
Deep didn't know why he was getting these thoughts. This flirty line he just pulled was not at all okay. He was so thankful that Harsh didn't get that. He wanted to stop. What had to happen from last night till now that all of a sudden Harsh seems more than just a friend?
Harsh had a question in his mind for so long and he thought now could be a good time.
"Why don't you ever wear a shirt."
"What?"
"On your first day, you wore a shirt. But you don't wear anything anymore. Why so?"
"Oh! Because I don't like shirts. I have only three shirts including the one I wore that day. I wear it whenever my family asks me to impress anyone. And since I had to impress you all that say, I wore one."
"Oh."
"Why, did I look good in it?" Deep asked with a smile.
"Yes." Harsh replied with a cute smile.
Deep was so moved by that smile.
"Your dad asked me to ask you to lend me some clothes," Deep said to avoid his thoughts.
"All will be given too," Harsh said.
'Oh, shit! Here we go again' Deep thought.
While eating breakfast, Harsh informed he was using his Weekay. His mother nodded while his dad shouted on talking in the middle of the breakfast which got everyone silent for the rest of it as usual. After breakfast, Harsh's dad was leaving for work when suddenly Harsh's mom came with Harsh's dad's watch. He took it without saying anything and left. Harsh's mom got disappointed.
"Why do I bother?" She asked herself.
Then later she informed Harsh that she is visiting a friend of hers after she is over purchasing groceries with Deep.
And so both Deep and Harsh's mom left and Hash was alone in the bungalow. Well, there was a maid but she was preparing lunch.
Harsh took his sketchbook in his hand, a pencil; sat on the sofa in the living room and started thinking of Deep. His hair, the shape of his eyes, the way his lips were curved, the jaw, furrow eyebrow, everything. And all of a sudden, he started sketching. He started making strokes, making shades. First the face cut, then his messed-up hair, then eyes drawing a tinge of dark circles.
When he was almost finished up, a silhouette appeared before him. Being unaware of it, he continued sketching Deep. Once Harsh mentally appreciated when he was done, a familiar voice asked,
"What are you doing?" Harsh recognized the voice and wished it wouldn't the person he is thinking. He turned around and cursed in his mind. His wish did not come true. The person standing in front of Harsh was his dad.
The cell phone rang. But Jayden wasn't able to hear it because of the music. It was ringing continuously. But when he finally did sense it ringing, he saw who was it and it was Jacob. He picked up the call and shouted,
"I don't want to talk to you…."
Suddenly, his expression changed from sullen to troubled.
"Where?" he asked. After a few seconds, he hung the call and started running. He was perturbed. He wanted to cry but he controlled himself. He had to reach to Jacob as soon as possible. Jayden reached inside a garden and found a crowd at a corner. He prayed for everything good.
An hour ago
When Jayden was nowhere to be found, Jacob sat on a bench and started to cry. He cried so much that his eyes got red. He wanted to surprise Jayden today with something so special. Something people like Jacob and Jayden hardly get.
A week ago
Jacob's dad was sitting in the bedroom; attending a call from work. He waited for him to finish and when he did, he noticed Jacob waiting for him and asked him to come in. Jacob hesitantly said, "Dad I'd like you to come with me."
"Where are we going?" His dad seemed in a happy mood.
"Nowhere. I am asking you to come to follow me to the living area."
"Why has something happened?" his dad asked.
"No, I just want to tell you guys something, that's all." He replied nervously.
"Okay, then let's go." His dad followed his tensed son. When they were in the living room, he asked his father to sit on the sofa; joining his mother and two sisters. He did as asked.
"Do you know what's going on?" his dad asked his wife.
"No, we all are in the same position as you." Jacob's mom replied.
"Son, what's wrong?" his dad asked worried and concerned.
"Yeah please finish this right now, I have to play talking tom." The youngest daughter demanded.
Jacob was sweating and had no words to say. But he had to just do it. Because he thought if Jayden could confess his love to him in front of everyone then the least he could do is come out to his family. After all, he wanted his family to know Jayden and the importance he holds in his life. He no longer wanted Jayden to sneak on in his room secretly. He wanted Jayden to visit him with pride.
He also wanted his family to be inside the loop. He didn't want them not knowing that he won't be providing a daughter/sister-in-law. He couldn't let them be in any more deception. He finally built up the courage to speak,
"Thank you all for being together to listen to what I have to say…." He starts but gets interrupted.
"Are we playing the audience again for your college speech?" The eldest sibling whined.
"Quiet, Rose. You continue Jacob." The mother comes to the rescue.
Jacob gulps down the lump formed in his throat and continues,
"Let me start by saying how thankful I am blessed by you guys being my family. There is never a moment I have regretted being a part of this family. I have always laughed with you, loved you, and love you, (starts tearing up) cried with you, and enjoyed my life with you. I will always and forever be in debt to you all for raising me the way I am and would never ask anything more than to be loved by you forever. (sniffles) I hope you will love me as who I am and not hate me."
This little speech got everyone emotional. Even the eldest daughter. His dad asked,
"Oh, Jacob. Why do you think we will hate you?"
Jacob sniffled and began to say but couldn't find any words. He didn't want it to be too simple or too heavy. He knew what to say and how to say but how to place it, he didn't know."
"I can never like girls…." He whispered but loud enough for them to hear.
Everyone's face changed completely. Like they say in scientific terms: inverted. They all formed a face that was unreadable to even Jacob who could read anyone. Being not unable to understand what they are feeling or thinking, Jacob was very unstable. He felt the whole situation is erratic.
After a while of quietness and numbness, Mr. D'Souza stood up maintaining the same expression, and started walking towards Jacob. Jacob was plain scared. Scared and nothing else. He stood in front of him and all of a sudden, his eyes started watering and his muscles started twitching. Before anyone could say anything, Mr. D'Souza just took Jacob in his arms for a loving and passionate hug. Jacob was confused for a bit but when he saw all of them having a smile on their faces, he realized they all are okay with it.
The D'Souzas were eating dinner when all of a sudden Rose spoke up,
"So Lil bro, do you like Aamir Khan or Salman Khan."
"Ranbir Kapoor," Jacob replied with a wink.
"Hey! I know you are teasing me because I like him!"
"Why can't I like him?" Jacob asked.
"Noooooo!!!!! He's mine and mine only." Rose said. Jacob chuckled. "By the way, since when did you--- you know?"
"Oh, that! Since Saawariya (Ranbir Kapoor's first movie) came out."
"I mean it, bro!" Rose shouted.
"Well, there is this guy…." Jacob said with a low voice which gathered everyone's attention.
"There's a guy too?! How many secrets are you holding up in your sleeves?"
"There is a boy dear?" The mother asked.
"Yes, mom."
"Is he serious with you or you guys just fooling around?" The dad asked with concern.
"He is serious. He confessed his love for me in front of the entire college." Jacob informed.
"I can't wait to meet him! Hope won't be a bore like you are." Rose teased.
"Then if it is serious then maybe we should meet this… what's his name?" Dad asked.
"Jayden. Jayden Matthew." Jacob replied.
"Jacob and Jayden…." Rose began to tease again.
"Jayden? Good. We should meet him." His dad suggested.
"You sure?"
"Yes dear if this Jayden is important to you and things are serious between the two of you then we should meet him. Just to see who is cute enough to string my little Jacob's heartbeat." His mom said.
Present
Jacob remembered everything when he was sitting heartbroken. He wanted to surprise Jayden with such a piece of nice news. He thought of so many possible endings of that night but instead, it ended with their fight. He was angry at Jayden that he didn't give him a chance to explain. All of a sudden the happy faces and the cheery music were too much for him. It was giving him a seizure. He believed if he doesn't get out of that place, he will go mad. Jayden wasn't there anyway so what was the point of staying there. So he decided to leave the place and go home.
While walking his way home, he realized if he'd go home like that, his family will immediately sense something is wrong looking at his face. So he decided to spend some time alone in the garden nearby.
The garden was empty and it was quiet. No one was there and no noise was there. Jacob liked walking alone; coming terms to with his emotions. Suddenly, shadows were lurking around Jacob.
The cell phone rang. But Jayden wasn't able to hear it because of the music. It was ringing continuously. But when he finally did sense it ringing, he saw who was it and it was Jacob. He picked up the call and shouted,
"I don't want to talk to you…."
Suddenly, his expression changed from sullen to troubled.
"Where?" he asked. After a few seconds, he hung the call and started running. He was perturbed. He wanted to cry but he controlled himself. He had to reach to Jacob as soon as possible. Jayden reached inside a garden and found a crowd at a corner. He prayed for everything good. He was pushing the crowd; trying to get in. Soon he saw why there were people. Someone was lying there bashed in blood. It was Jacob. Jacob laid there in blood, and unconscious. There were beating marking all over his body and he seemed pretty bad. It would be a miracle if Jacob comes out perfectly fine from this. But miracles don't happen, do they?