Hi birdies!! Umm... So I tried something new... But I hope you like it. Soon I'll be up with the first chapter.. and honestly I'M SO EXCITED TO WRITE THIS ONE!
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Ishaan wasn't expecting anyone that night.
He had been sitting at his desk for a while, not really working, just staring at the same page longer than necessary, when the knock came. It wasn't loud, but it was enough to pull him out of his thoughts. For a moment, he didn't move. No one came to see him, especially not this late.
The knock came again..
He exhaled quietly, pushing his chair back before walking to the door, already wondering who it could be and why it felt... off. Something about it didn't sit right with him, though he couldn't explain why. His hand paused on the handle for just a second before he opened it..
And then he forgot how to react.
Kairav was standing there.
His lip was split, there was dried blood near his chin, and his knuckles looked like they had been through something they shouldn't have. Even the way he stood felt unsteady, like he was holding himself up out of habit more than strength.
For a few seconds, Ishaan just stared at him, trying to make sense of it, trying to understand why he was here of all places.
"Kairav... what-"
He couldn't even finish the question.
Kairav let out a small breath, something close to a laugh but not quite, and lifted his eyes to meet Ishaan's. There was no usual teasing in them, no arrogance, none of that easy confidence he carried around like it belonged to him. Just something quieter. Something that made Ishaan's chest tighten in a way he didn't want to think about.
"I didn't know where else to go."
The words were simple, but they landed heavier than they should have.
Ishaan frowned slightly, his grip tightening on the door for a moment before he stepped aside without saying anything. Kairav didn't hesitate. He walked in like he had done it before, like the space still belonged to him in some way, and that alone felt strange after everything.
The door closed behind him with a soft click.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Ishaan walked towards the kitchen, grabbing the first aid kit almost automatically, because it was easier to focus on something practical than on the fact that Kairav was here, bleeding. He sat down in front of him and took his hand without asking, his fingers steady even if the rest of him wasn't.
The cuts were worse up close.
"You got into a fight," Ishaan said quietly, more to himself than to him.
Kairav watched him for a second before replying in a low rough voice, "Something like that."
Ishaan didn't look up. "Over what?"
And then, "You."
Ishaan's hands stopped for a second, but he forced himself to continue, cleaning the blood carefully like the answer hadn't affected him at all. "That's stupid," he said under his breath.
"Yeah," Kairav agreed, almost too easily. "It probably is."
But he didn't sound like he meant it.
A strange uncomfortable silence followed them. Ishaan could feel Kairav's gaze on him, steady and familiar in a way that made it harder to breathe than it should have.
"You shouldn't have done that," Ishaan added after a moment, softer this time.
Kairav let out a quiet breath. "I know."
"Then why did you?" He's eyes locked with Kairav's
Kairav was already watching him, like he had been waiting for that question, like it mattered more than anything else that had happened that night. There was something in his expression that didn't belong to the version of him Ishaan had spent years convincing himself he knew.
"You really don't know, Ishaan Sehgal?" he asked.
Ishaan didn't answer.... Because if he did, every second... Every moment he pretended to hate Kairav? Every day he convinced himself that he hated him? It will all be shattered.... But did he even care anymore?
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