"Marcus!" A boy with greek god looks turned to look at the person calling his name.

A smile spread on his cheeks seeing his brother.

"You finished?" His brother Antonio asked huffing.

"Yeah, sorry coach took it extra long today. How was yours?" Marcus asked looking at his devilish handsome nerd of a brother.

Antonio's eyes widen at that and made a gross look.

"God, it was horrible.

At one moment everything was going fine. I was teaching her the relationship of vector B, E and C and then suddenly she out of nowhere jumped at me and started kissing me."

Antonio said disgustingly.

Marcus burst out hearing that.

It was nothing new but always humorous.

"God, it was horrible. She clung to me like freaking Koala and wouldn't let me go.

Even her mouth tasted like cheap bubblegum." Antonio still horrified from the experience looked at his brother in betrayal.

He was taking pleasure in his pain.

Antonio huffed.

"I am never and I mean never going to tutor any girl again.

I mean I don't understand. Why they don't understand such a small thing.

I am Gay and whole college or maybe all town knows this but still they all think they can make me a hetero with whatever goddamn germs or fake boobs they possess.

Seriously, it seems like they don't want to accept it."

Marcus who was still cracking up calmed enough and looked at his brother's frowning face.

It was no wonder girls do this often.

Afterall they don't want to loose a sexy man like his brother.

He laid his one arm on his shoulder and brought him closer.

"Chill, bro. Soon you'll find your hot sexy hunk of a mate and then it will all be his problems not yours." Antonio noded and sighed.

But soon he looked at his brother eyebrow raised.

"You do know na that I am a top and more into cute twinks than hunky Mr. Muscles."

Marcus laughed and noded.

"Yeah..yeah. I know.

You tell me that like five to six times a day."

"Uhuh...

Good to know you remembered." Antonio said smirking.

"So? Your going to hospital or should I?" Antonio asked one eyebrow raised in question.

"I think I will.

I don't have anything to do for a while.

Plus I don't want to face dad right now.

I am really not in mood to hear his lecture once again." Marcus said groaning.

"Well.. you deserved it anyway.

You broke a very important rule of our pack."

"Uhhh.....that's the thing..Ant. The rule is only in our pack.

I don't know why.

No other packs restrict us to have any relationship before finding our mate.

But our does."

Marcus said annoyed.

Well, his point is that he is a hormonal teenager and the girl was extremely hot.

It's not easy to control yourself when your raging with hormones, the prey is next to you and only thing that you can use are your hands in private.

"You know, you are a horny bastard.

Look at me. I didn't got in any relationship all these years and soon I'll be finding my mate.

And giving him the best gift of my life, my virginity.

Marcus scoffed.

"Seriously Ant? And what makes you think that he'll possess the same gift as you.? "

This made Antonio halt.

Marcus not seeing his brother following him anymore turned to look at him.

Antonio was looking down, frown evident on his face.

And that's when Marcus realised what he said.

Walking back to his brother he embraced him.

"I am sorry Ant. I didn't meant to hurt you.

I am really sorry.

I am sure your mate will be perfect.

Just like you want him to be."

Antonio noded but didn't said anything.

Both brothers resumed the walk.

"You want me to drop you?" Antonio asked.

"Nope, I'll take the forest route, plus Darius is whining to be let out. I'll see you at home." Marcus said.

Antonio noded.

His Wolf Dorius is also telling him the same.

"Dorius too. I'll practise on the grounds."

Marcus hummed in approval.

It was no surprise.

Just like them thier wolves are also twins. And pretty much have the same connection with each other as them.

As the brothers exit the building both shared a hug before parting ways.

Antonio moved to his motorcycle and Marcus went towards the forest.

Even apart thier movement were so coordinated that when Antonio left the school grounds roaring his bike so does Marcus changing in his rusty brown wolf, disappearing inside the forest.

Antonio is confused.

He knows that Marcus and him are twins but he wonder if they feel same for everything?

Even love interest.

He doubts that there are high chances of him and Marcus sharing a single mate.

And truthfully he has no problem with it except one thing.

Marcus is straight or so he says and Antonio? Well...

This is troubling Antonio for so long and what he doesn't know is that Marcus is standing on the same cliff.

Both the brothers wonder that if they share thier destiny just like thier lives then who will be the lucky one.

Marcus with a girl or Antonio with a boy.

Because even though you love your mate regardless of thier gender, the rule doesn't applies to thier human self.

And that's what makes being twins complicated.

They are not only scared that if thier destined mates is not same for thier human and wolf but also for thier twin and his/her wolf.

What lay ahead is a mystery but both of them know that they have to be prepared.

And so does thier parents from the moment brothers were born.

In just a mere time span of fifteen minutes Marcus was standing outside the hospital fully clothed.

He walked inside the doors and directly walked inside.

Man at the reception smiled at him.

Marcus and Antonio had been visiting here for so long that now mostly all staff knows them by thier heart.

Marcus smiled and noded in return.

All the saff that crossed his path greeted him in either way.

Knowing the way from heart Marcus climbed the stairs to third floor instead of using lift.

Reaching the floor he turned right and walked to the last door in the hallway.

Openeing the door he looked inside the room. His gaze fell on the nurse adjusting the tabs of the medicine drops.

He walked inside and coughed attracting her attention.

She turned and looked at Marcus smiling.

"Hello! Marcus. How are you today?"

"I am fine Claire. How's he doing?" Marcus replied politely before nodding towards the quiet body on the bed.

Claire smiled and noded. "He is doing fine, as usual."

She completed her work while Marcus settled himself on the couch in the corner of the room.

Doing her work she took her leave, leaving Marcus alone in silence with the man that has been in silence for nearly 25 years.

"Roushan! Roushan! Roushan! Roushan! Roushan!"

Crowd roared chanting.

"I am not going out there."

"But sir! People are waiting for you. The show is housefull and supporting some VVIP's.

We can't cancel it like this."

"I don't care. This is my show and I don't want to do it right now.

Infact, I am going home."

Roushan stood up and walked out the green room with his staff and manager still looking at him, confused, scared and troubled.

They all love him. Hell infact almost everyone love him.

But what makes them different from others is that they don't pity the rockstar.

Because that's the thing he hates most.

Now, he has left them all to deal with over active crowd which is soon going to turn very angry and all the officials of the show.

Roushan got in his car and left the concert hall, quietly. Trying not to be noticed by papparazi or media.

He even left his bodyguards.

Roushan fished his phone out and dialled the most called number on his log.

"Hello! Daniel!"

"Yeah bud. No, I left."

"I'll tell you later."

"O.k. now listen...

I said I'll tell you later. Now listen carefully."

"Yeah! I want you to book a ticket right now."

"California and you are coming with me."

"I'll tell you the reason later. First of all do this and bring your and sammy *** down to my house with all your luggage."

"Yeah... Yeah bye."

Setting the phone down on the dashboard ending the call.

He went over the decision he had taken in few seconds.

There are doubts but the need of moment is this.

He need to escape. From all this. From everyone.

He can't go with this anymore.

Roushan suddenly felt too tired.

Too tired to even drive.

Cornering the car on now somewhat barren highway.

He came out of the car walking to the ridge of road.

A gust of wind ruffled his expensively styled hair.

Looking down at the vast river and city lights in distance.

This is not how he wanted things to be.

Nope, not at all.

It wasn't how he planned everything.

Everything was so perfect. In the plan. In the reality.

Everything was how he dreamt of.

So, when did all this changed? When did his most beautiful dream became a nightmare for him.

Overlooking at the bright city lights he exactly remebered how few years ago he would look at them with so much hope, expectations and dreams.

Like all those lights were coming from treasure chests waiting for him to come and open them.

And how over the years he developed a love hate relationship with not only the city and lights but everything in it.

Roushan imagined that how anyone else at his place would either have a smoke or a drink to calm thier nerves down.

Even his father, brother,cousin or Uncle and friends. All of them either smoke or drink.

But not Roushan. For him the soft cold wind is the drug. The sound of flowing water is the intoxication that he needs.

As he is the person who believes in 'prevention is better than cure.'

So, when did all changed?

A sigh escaped him.

At one time, he used to love this place. He used to love Asia.

But now that liking has dimmed a lot. And it's not only Japan.

Roushan has visited to almost every big nation of Asia from China, India, Russia to Dubai, Iran, Singapore and Korea.

At every place they all pitied him. Have sympathy with him.

They look at him like he needs help.

But he doesn't. He doesn't wants anyone pity or sympathy .

He is fine by himself.

Now is the time to escape. Because not anymore. He can't tolerate it anymore.

He had made more than enough fortune in six years to last him life long.

His phone rang on the dashboard atracting his attention from the vibrations.

Walking back to his car he opened the car and retrieved his phone out.

He walked back to his place sliding the green icon.

"Hello!"

"Oh! Good."

"O.k. I'll be on my way."

"No, just taking fresh air."

"O.k. give it to him."

"Hey! Sammy. Sorry! Uncle woke you up.

But guess what?"

"We are going to California."

Roushan had to remove the phone from his ear a bit smiling to not to get deaf from the loud squeal.

Only Sammy is the one that can brought smile on his face even in these conditions.

"Uh.! Yeah. He is. Okay, I'll see you later"

Hanging up he stuffed it back into his shiny black leather pants.

With a big breathe of cold wind Roushan walked back to his car.

Settling inside he brought the engine to life.

Roushan always loved driving on highways especially on silent nights like this.

He feels freedom and powerful.

He always wanted this power and freedom. To be treated special. To be given special liabilities.

To be a rockstar. A superstar.

But it is now he is realising that for everything there comes a price.

Nothing is free. If you want something then you have to pay for that thing in the same amount.

There is a price of popularity.

And now Roushan wants nothing but to go back to his once normal life. A life he hated but now desire from his every core.

Guess, popularity wasn't his thing. At least not after all this.

10 minutes more and he'll be in the safety of his home.

Or one should say prison.

He can't open his blinds. He can't openly talk to his neighbours. He can't even change in the room if not for his bathroom.

He every month had to done a routine checkup to see that if by anymeans media has successfully installed a camera inside his house.

Life could never get anymore troubling. This was not he bargained for.

Reaching the gates of his building he pulled inside as a watchman registered his incoming in the computerized database.

"Mr. Daniel is waiting for you Sir." Roushan noded.

"Good Night Sir.!"

"Good Night Rantaro."

Roushan came out and gave the car keys to the fine young man to park.

Roushan always wondered why Rantaro didn't go for modelling or acting.

He sure have good looks.

But everytime Roushan said this Rantaro either blushed or changed the topic.

Giving the keys Roushan walked inside of 75 level building. And quiet occasionally his apt. is on the 74 one. After which comes the terrace.

Greeting the receptionist with a softsmile he walked to the elevator.

Presing the button. The door opened and getting inside he pressed the button for 74 floor.

With a soft click the door closed in front of him breaking the stare of receptionist.

[Roushan P.O.V.]

Reaching my floor, doors of the elevator opened as I walked outside down the hallway to my apt. door.

Inserting the key into the lock and then swiping my card, the door authenticated me by my face.

With a soft click the door opened.

As I entered soft giggling noises ringed my ears.

Sammy!

Gosh I seriously love that boy to my heart.

Moving towards the living room my eyes fell on the bouncing cuteness on the sofa.

He's watching cartoon.

"Hey! Sammy."

His head whipped to me. And a cheshire cat grin graced his cute face.

"Rou..Rou.." he yelled jumping off the sofa and ran towards me.

I knelt on my knees and opened my arms to catch him.

Reaching me he wrapped his little arms around me.

And I engulfed him in mine.

His sweet baby smell entered my senses.

I really don't know from where my affections comes for him. But they are so deep.

I often feels like I am his father.

"I see. You two finally met after a great distance of 'two weeks.'"

We detached. Sammy looked at his father smiling.

"Yes, Daniel. Two weeks is a long time especially when we are talking about this little angel."

I said ruffling Sammy's hair.

He pouted at me and fixed his hair. He ran back to his cartoons.

I and Daniel watched him with fond smiles on our faces.

Daniel signalled me to come upstairs.

I noded.

"Sammy! We'll be upstairs. Okay." Daniel said before climbing up.

Sammy noded.

I followed him upstairs to my room.

"Well, before I ask why you suddenly planned this trip out of the blue. Tickets for California are for tomorrow noon, business class.

I have already ordered for movers & it's just we have to pack your stuff as I have already packed and brought mine and Sammy's here."

I stride forward and hugged Daniel.

"I don't know what I would have done without you Dan."

He patted me.

We detached. He was having a soft smile on his face.

"Neither would I. After Hilary's death if it weren't for you, I and Sammy couldn't have made it.

I am sure Hilary share the same thoughts as me."

I noded smiling.

It's true. After Hilary died. Daniel broke down into pieces.

There was no one to look after Sammy.

Unfortunately, A very important tour of mine was approaching.

However, I cancelled it.

For seven months I didn't do any concert or stage shows or any work.

I spend my all time caring and nurturing Sammy and Daniel.

No, I wasn't trying to take Hilary's place and truthfully I could never.

I was just repaying of what they had done for me.

In my most time of need, when even my family stood against me, it was Daniel and Hilary who stood with me at every turn.

Truthfully, whatever I am today is because of these people.

So, I gave my all to help them.

Thankfully, with enough counselling Daniel began to get back normal and Sammy..well he was only three years old then. So, though it was hard to care for him. I gave my best.

And as he grew up, Hilary became a fact for him that she was her mother but I knew as well as Daniel that he saw me as his mother figure.

And I guess that's why I have such strong feelings for him. Because I guess in reality I see him as my own child.

"Here, I made this tea just before you came.." Daniel handed me a cuppa of steaming tea.

I noded in thanks.

He walked to the balcony.

Taking a sip his eyes roamed the city lights and river.

"Roushan..I know the reason you want to leave. And I am not telling you otherwise.

Cause I too want to move from this place. A lot of memories.

But are 'you' sure?

I really hope that you are realising that leaving here means leaving everything behind.

The fame, name everything. This was your dream. You have worked really hard to achieve all of this.

The place you are standing now doesn't come easy.

You really want to leave all this behind to start new?

I know exactly what you think and how you think Rou.

And I know perfectly that you are not planning to return."

I sighed. It's true that he knows me too well. And yes I am not planning of ever returning.

I mean why would I? And for what?

"Daniel.... at first I took the decision in the heat of the moment but after that I did a lot of thinking.

I know what you are saying and I exactly realise the cost of my actions.

But it's necessary.

And for the dreams you say.

Well... I've lived them for nearly seven years.

It's time for me to see new ones."

I am now standing beside him. Soft gushes of cold wind ruffling both of our hairs.

In the distance beight red clouds sparkled.

Soon, in a few weeks it's going to rain.

Monsoon is approaching.

It's my favourite season.

Something about rain always makes me happy and fresh.

Alas! I wouldn't be here this time to enjoy it.

"Monsoons will be here soon. But we wouldn't be here this time to see it." Daniel voiced my thoughts.

I hummed in approval.

"Dad!"

Both of us turned to look at Sammy standing there pouting.

"What happened love!" Daniel asked with softness in his voice.

He walked to him and knelt down in front of him.

"I am hungry." Sammy whined.

My eyes widen.

"Holy cow! Daniel. You didn't feed him. It's nearly 10 o' clock. God, seriously. Now its gonna upset his stomach."

I walked to Sammy and grabbed his hand.

"Come on, Sammy. I'll make you a nice, healthy and light dinner."

Sammy looked at me smiling and noded.

This boy loves my cooking.

Well, when I was taking care of him. He got a bad habit of eating my hand food and then after Daniel was fine enough and I moved back to my place here.

Sammy turned out to be really upset. He refused to eat any food made my Dan.

Everyday Dan had to come here and collect the food I made for Sammy.

It went on for about three months.

Me and him taking breaks from our works so I can cook and he can deliver everyday.

And slowly but finally Sammy got accustomed to Danny's hand taste.

It was a relief.

Though he still sometimes throws tantrum when he feels like eating here and either me or Danny are busy.

Exiting the room we both walked down the stairs towards the kitchen.

"Then I'll pack your rest belongings." Danny said from the room.

"Okay." I said.

Reaching the kitchen I switched on the lights, helping Sammy to climb up the high end chair *** stools.

"So.... Sammy boy, what you will like to eat?"