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The Hidden Softness

Shubman Gill's life was a whirlwind of power and control. As the CEO of Gill Enterprises and the head of a covert mafia operation, his demeanor was as icy as the Arctic. He commanded respect and fear in equal measure, a man whose cold exterior was nearly impossible to penetrate. Yet, there was one person who had managed to thaw his frozen heart: Ishan Kishan, a young, spirited cricketer who had captured Shubman's heart in a way no one else could.

Their relationship was a secret, hidden from the prying eyes of both the corporate world and the underworld. Shubman was fiercely protective of Ishan, not wanting him to get caught in the dangerous web of his dual life. But despite the risks, their bond only grew stronger with each passing day.

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It was a late evening, and Shubman was in his office, overlooking the city's skyline. His office was a reflection of his personality—sleek, modern, and imposing. The walls were adorned with expensive artwork, and the large mahogany desk was meticulously organized. He was deep in thought, reviewing some critical documents, when his phone buzzed.

He glanced at the screen and saw Ishan's name flash. A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he picked up the call.

"Hey, love," Ishan's cheerful voice came through the speaker.

"Hey," Shubman replied, his tone softer than usual. "How was practice today?"

"It was great! Hit a couple of sixes. Coach was really impressed," Ishan said, his excitement palpable. "But I missed you. It's been a long day."

Shubman leaned back in his chair, his eyes softening. "I missed you too. Busy with work, as always."

"I know," Ishan sighed. "When can I see you?"

Shubman glanced at the clock. It was already past 8 PM, but he didn't care. "How about now?"

"Really? Are you sure?" Ishan's voice was laced with surprise and happiness.

"Absolutely. Meet me at our usual spot in an hour."

"I'll be there," Ishan said, his tone filled with anticipation.

Shubman hung up and stood up, straightening his suit. He looked at the city once more before leaving his office, his mind already drifting to Ishan.

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The 'usual spot' was a secluded, luxurious penthouse that Shubman owned under a different name. It was their safe haven, a place where they could be themselves without any fear of judgment or danger.

Ishan arrived first, letting himself in with the key Shubman had given him. He loved this place—it was cozy yet elegant, with large windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city. He quickly changed out of his practice gear and into something more comfortable: a soft, oversized sweater and sweatpants. He was in the kitchen, preparing a simple dinner when he heard the door open.

"Shubman?" he called out, peeking from behind the counter.

"In the flesh," Shubman replied, walking in with his usual confident stride. He had changed into a more casual outfit as well—dark jeans and a black t-shirt that accentuated his well-built frame.

Ishan ran to him, wrapping his arms around Shubman in a tight hug. Shubman held him close, burying his face in Ishan's soft hair. It was moments like these that made all the stress and danger worth it.

"I missed you so much," Ishan murmured against his chest.

"I missed you too, sweetheart," Shubman replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

They pulled back slightly, and Shubman cupped Ishan's face in his hands, looking into his bright eyes. "How was your day?" he asked, his tone gentle.

"It was good, but now it's perfect," Ishan said with a grin. "I made dinner. It's nothing fancy, just some pasta."