Ishan woke up one day in hospital only to know he have lost 6 years of memories because of his accident.
He meet his older brother Rohit bhai but didn't see his Virat bhai, He meet his other older brother Hardik bhai with Rahul who he don't remembe...
Ishan opened his eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling above him. Everything felt different now, as if the air around him had changed. Flashes of a distant past—the remnants of a terrible dream—raced through his mind. Painful fragments of laughter, joy, and then… the crushing sound of loss.
His chest tightened as he lay there, motionless, feeling the heavy weight of guilt that gnawed at him from the inside. He couldn't help but think.
"It was my fault. I lost my son… I took Shubman's family away from him."
But his thoughts were interrupted by the soft whisper of a child’s breath. He turned his head slowly to the side and saw Ayansh, their son, nestled beside him, sleeping soundly. A small smile played on Ishan’s lips as he gently brushed a hand over Ayansh’s hair, the warmth of his touch offering a fleeting comfort.
"Shubman…" His thoughts drifted again to his husband. What would he do to fix this? How could he face him when everything between them had shattered so completely?
But he remained silent, holding Ayansh close, his fingers trembling slightly as they brushed over his son’s soft cheek. No one needed to know the weight he carried, not yet.
Ishan lay still, listening to the soft breaths of Ayansh beside him. His heart ached, but beneath the sorrow, a resolve began to form. He had to make things right—no matter how hard it would be. He knew this wouldn't be easy. He knew Shubman wouldn’t forgive him, not after everything that had happened.
"But I have to try…" he thought, his mind racing with possibilities.
He gently lifted Ayansh, holding his son close to his chest. "I’m going to fix this," he whispered, more to himself than to Ayansh. "I don’t know how… but I’ll find a way."
He knew that Shubman was angry—rightfully so. The pain of losing a son, of losing his family, wasn’t something that would simply fade. Ishan could see the coldness in Shubman’s eyes, the guarded walls he had built around himself. Shubman would push him away; he might even hate him. But Ishan was determined. He wouldn’t give up, not this time.
"Shubman... I know I’ve hurt you more than words can say, but I will find a way back to you. I have to... for us, for Ayansh, for everything we lost."
He stood up, a newfound determination in his gaze, knowing that the road ahead was uncertain, filled with challenges and heartbreak. Yet, he also knew he couldn’t live with himself if he didn’t try to mend what he had broken.
Ishan took a deep breath. He had a long way to go, but he was ready to fight for it—with everything he had.
Ishan knew he had to start somewhere. He began with small gestures—things he hoped Shubman would notice, even if Shubman wasn’t ready to acknowledge them.
In the mornings, Ishan would wake up early to make breakfast. He carefully prepared Shubman's favorite meals, leaving them on the table before he quietly slipped away. He didn’t expect Shubman to eat them, but each day he hoped.
One morning, as Shubman came into the kitchen, he noticed the plate of perfectly made parathas waiting for him. Ishan was busy wiping the counter, pretending not to notice Shubman's presence.
Shubman stared at the plate for a moment, then picked it up, placing it back in the fridge without a word.
Ishan turned, trying to keep his expression neutral. “Did I make it wrong?” he asked softly.
Shubman shook his head, his face unreadable. “No,” he replied curtly. “I’m just not hungry.”
Ishan nodded, a small wave of disappointment crashing over him, but he kept his voice steady. “Okay. I’ll make something different tomorrow.”
Shubman’s eyes flicked to Ishan, then back to the fridge. He didn’t respond, instead grabbing a bottle of water and walking away.
Later that day, Ishan saw an opportunity to help Shubman with some paperwork. Shubman had been buried under work, and Ishan wanted to lighten his load, even if just a little.
"Hey," Ishan said cautiously, approaching Shubman in his office. "I thought maybe I could help with some of the reports? If you need it, that is."
Shubman didn’t look up. "I don't need your help," he replied, his tone clipped.
Ishan took a deep breath. "I know you don't, but... I just want to make things a bit easier for you."
Shubman finally looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You think you can fix things with some breakfast and a few reports?" His voice was calm, but there was a cold edge to it.
Ishan's heart clenched. "No," he whispered, "I know it’s not enough. I know I can’t change what happened. But I want to try, Shubman. I want to do better… for you, for us."
Shubman stared at him for a long moment before turning back to his work. "Fine," he muttered, "do whatever you want."
Ishan bit his lip, sensing the frustration beneath Shubman’s words but also a sliver of hesitation. It wasn’t much, but it was something.
The days continued like this—small efforts from Ishan, quiet observations from Shubman. One evening, Ishan noticed Shubman sitting alone in the garden, looking lost in thought. Gathering his courage, he approached him cautiously.
“I brought some tea,” Ishan offered, holding out a steaming cup.
Shubman looked at the cup but didn't take it. "Why are you doing this, Ishan?" he asked, his voice tinged with weariness.
Ishan set the cup down on the table between them. “Because… I want you to see that I’m not the person you think I am. I want to make things right.”
Shubman sighed, leaning back in his chair. “You can’t fix everything, Ishan.”
“I know,” Ishan replied softly, “but I want to try… for you, for Ayansh. I want to be better… for all of us.”
For a moment, Shubman was silent, his expression unreadable. Then, without a word, he picked up the cup of tea and took a sip.
Ishan felt a small flicker of hope. It wasn’t forgiveness, but it was a start.
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Those are Story plots I want write.
The kings bodyguard with be of early 19s story of rohit Virat.
Like husband like son I felt Virat and rohit will only suite more.
Force to marry you will be rahul and hardik but I'm thinking to add that story with like husband like son.
Yours only will be triangle love story'. (Might be werewolf...not decided yet.)
bade achhe lagte hai if you know is Hindi television this will be three ship story but I'm still thinking to add new story line for other ship.
And i regret is aspire story from south indian movie i really loved
And there is one story I'm thinking about it too, that would be mafia story with trio ship in it with different plot ( i didn't think of name yet)
