This is basically a oneshot book on Ishman containing various scenarios that spiked in my mind.
Can be oneshots/short stories/prompts/tweet au
Uploads will be when, my non existent brain can find ideas.
This is a boyxboy story so homophobes kindly...
Just a drabble I wanted to write. I would recommend listening to 'SAJDA' song while reading.
Enjoy!!!
Shubman's eyes widened as he took in the sight of his husband, Ishan, descending the stairs.
Ishan Kishan Gill was a vision, a walking work of art, in his fitted red kurta that accentuated his slender frame.
The vibrant color brought out the warmth of his golden-brown skin, and the delicate hoop earrings sparkled like his bright, inquisitive eyes.
As Ishan moved, the soft ghungroo sound of his anklets filled the air, like a gentle serenade, drawing Shubman in.
He couldn't help but gasp, his heart skipping a beat, as he took in the sight of his husband, radiant and resplendent.
Ishan's dark hair was perfectly styled, his lips curled into a soft smile, and his eyes shone with a quiet confidence.
Shubman felt his breath catch in his throat as Ishan reached the bottom of the stairs, his eyes locking onto his husband's.
For a moment, they just stared at each other, the world around them melting away.
Then, Ishan's smile broadened, and he extended his hand, his voice low and husky, "Chalein?"
Shubman nodded, still entranced, his heart racing with excitement, as he took Ishan's hand, and they walked out together, into the bright sunlight, ready to face the day, and their future, hand in hand.
They stood before the serene Gurudwara, their hands clasped together in a gentle grasp.
Today marked their one-month anniversary, a milestone in their arranged marriage.
As they gazed into each other's eyes, they couldn't help but smile, remembering the journey that had brought them here.
Their families had brought them together, hoping for a union that would strengthen their bond and bring joy to both households.
At first, Ishan and Shubman had approached their relationship with caution, getting to know each other through awkward conversations and hesitant laughter.
But as the days turned into weeks, something shifted. They discovered shared interests, values, and dreams.
Shubman's kind heart and gentle humor drew Ishan in, while Ishan's intelligence and compassion captivated Shubman.
As they walked towards the Gurudwara, the warm sun casting a golden glow on their faces, they felt a sense of excitement and nervousness.
They had decided to seek blessings for their union, to pray for a love that would continue to grow and flourish.
They bowed together, their foreheads touching the cool marble floor, as they sought blessings for their union.
Next, they stood before the Guru Granth Sahib, their hands clasped together in respect.
As they listened to the soulful Kirtan, they sat together, their shoulders touching, their eyes closed in reverence.
The soothing sounds of the kirtan enveloped them, and they felt a deep sense of peace.
They began their parikrama, walking hand in hand, their footsteps echoing through the hall.
Shubman, lost in thought, subtly grasped the end of Ishan's kurta, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric.
It was a gentle, almost imperceptible gesture, yet it spoke volumes.
Ishan, lost in thought, didn't notice at first. But as the soft fabric rustled, he felt a sense of comfort and security.
Beliya
Kya HuaJo Dil Kho Gaya
He turned to Shubman, who smiled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
Mahiya
Ishq MeinKhuda Mil Gaya
In that moment, Ishan felt a deep connection, as if their hearts were tied together by an invisible thread.
Zara Aakh Se Pila De,
Oh Tera Sajda Karun.
Zara Khwaab Sajaa De,
Oh Din Raein Karun.
The kurta, now a symbol of their bond, fluttered gently, like a flag of love and devotion.
Zara Aakh Se Pila De,
Zara Khwaab Sajaa De.
Mere Honton Pe Mann Tera Bole
As they continued their circumambulation, Shubman's grip on the kurta remained, a constant reminder of their togetherness. Ishan felt protected, cared for, and loved.
O Ab Jaan Lutt Jaaye,
Ye Jahaan Chhut Jaaye.
Sang Pyaar Rahe,
Main Rahun Na Rahun.
They smiled, their hearts beating as one, as they continued their circumambulation, seeking blessings for a love that was slowly, beautifully unfolding.
Sajda Tera Sajda,
Din Raein Karun
Na Hi Chain Karun
Their parikrama became a dance, a harmonious rhythm of steps and hearts beating as one. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the depths of their love.
Sajda Tera Sajda
Rak Vaar Karun
Meri Jaan Lut Doon
In this sacred space, Shubman's gentle grasp on Ishan's kurta became a promise, a vow to hold onto each other through life's joys and challenges.
And as they touched the Nishan Sahib, they felt a surge of devotion, their hearts filled with gratitude.
They received Kara Prasad together, the sweet offering a reminder of the Guru's blessings.
Finally, they sat together on the floor during the Langar, sharing a meal and a moment of quiet contemplation.
Their eyes met, and they smiled, knowing that their love was blessed, their bond strengthened by the sacred rituals they had shared.
In this sacred space, Shubman and Ishan felt their love become a prayer, a devotion that would guide them through life's joys and challenges.
