Shubman Gill, cricket's golden boy-graceful, disciplined, the heir to a legacy of respect-basks in the constant praise of his own father and the wistful admiration of Ishan's. Ishan kishan is his antithesis: a storm of restless energy, a genius with a rebellious streak, his brilliance manifest not on the cricket pitch but in the illegal, adrenaline-soaked midnight bike races he dominates as the anonymous "Red Lightning." Their conflict is a cold war of glances across dinner tables, a lifetime of being measured against one another. But everything shifts when Shubman accidentally discovers Ishan's dangerous secret. A confrontation after a crash leads to an uneasy truce and a buried truth: Shubman isn't just judging Ishan; he's captivated by the raw, real passion missing from his own scripted life. Discover how their rivalry evolves ... Disclaimer: it is pure work of fiction and has nothing to do with real life please be respectful, for entertainment purpose only...

प्रीत की लत मोहे ऐसी लागी हो गई मैं मतवारी बल बल जाऊँ अपने पिया को हे मैं जाऊँ वारी वारी

Once a model the world adored, Ishan now lives in the silent corners of a sprawling house, raising a child who isn't his by blood but entirely his by heart. His husband, Hardik aka the country's cricketing hero, controls the home with soft words and invisible chains, leaving Ishan with the illusion of love and the reality of abandonment. Every tour takes Hardik farther. Every rumor cuts deeper. Every night stretches colder. And then... there's Shubman. A mutual friend, a teammate, and the one person who looks at Ishan like he's still worth something. What begins as quiet companionship during long IPL nights slowly becomes the lifeline Ishan never knew he needed. In Shubman's warmth, Ishan finds the courage to face the truth he's been breaking under: Hardik's betrayals aren't rumors - they're a pattern. When Shubman finally lays bare the evidence, Ishan's world shatters... but for the first time, he chooses himself. The divorce isn't loud; it's devastatingly quiet. Co-parenting twists every wound deeper. Healing feels like walking barefoot over old glass. Through the chaos, Shubman stays not as a replacement, not as a savior, but as the only home Ishan has left. As the two men navigate heartbreak, custody battles, and the slow rebuilding of trust, they discover something unexpected: Love isn't loud. Love isn't flawless. Love is choosing someone in the quiet, over and over again. This is a story of escape from subtle abuse, the messy truth of infidelity, found family, healing that takes time, and a romance born not from desperation but from finally being seen.

just some onshorts of ishupiee and shubii With the help of chatgpt enjoyy~~~ Do vote please 🙏 👯‍♀️

Ishan Kohli has it all: fame, money, a family name that opens every door, and a life where rules are optional. Spoiled, charming, and used to getting what he wants, he's the ultimate star-kid until he meets Shubman Gill, the rising cricketer who's disciplined, focused, and everything Ishan isn't. From the very first moment, sparks fly but not the romantic kind. They clash, argue, and secretly compete, with Shubman hating Ishan's effortless privilege and Ishan thinking Shubman is a stuck-up, self-centered know-it-all. The rest of the team watches in awe as the tension grows. Matches, stolen glances, and chaotic encounters turning rivalry into something dangerously irresistible. Enemies. Rivals. Spoiled brats and golden boys. Sometimes, the most explosive collisions create the deepest bonds. Will these enemies turn into lovers? or will they stay chaotic as enemies. Follow the story to know more. Story In collab with @Narcissistic_Guy

Shubman just stood there, frozen stiff. His lips parted slightly, but no sound came out. His chest felt tight, breath uneven, like he couldn't find air.Then suddenly, Ishan stepped forward and wrapped his arms around him tightly."I missed you, Shubi..." Ishan's voice cracked as tears ran down his cheeks. "I missed you so much. Please... forgive me, Shubi. I'm sorry. ." The words struck Shubman like lightning. His body tensed, and his eyes flooded with emotion-pain, anger, helplessness-all mixing together. He stepped back, gently but firmly pushing Ishan away.Ishan looked at him through tears, his lips trembling. "Shubi... please, at least say something."Shubman stared at him with red eyes, voice trembling but cold. "Don't. Just don't say my name." "Shubi, please-" "I said stop!" Shubman's voice broke. For a moment, his anger burned through his tears. But then he fell silent, unable to speak further, unable to look at Ishan again. His heart was pounding so hard it hurt. _________________________________________ " Because I don't want to talk to you, I am not interested" he said snatching his pen. " Listen am sorry please talk------" she was cutt of by dhruv . "You think an apology makes it all okay?" he shot back, turning away. " But------" " Please go and prank someone with your friends, leave me alone, I don't want to talk to you" he said and got up and left. " I will earn your forgiveness." Kiran whispered and left from there. _________________________________________ " You go, why have you come back. Whatever you want, but I have learned to live without you, now please go back. " She let out while crying. " Betu please don't say this " ishan said and tried to hug her but she again pushed him . " Just stay away from , I hate you " kiran said angrily. _________________________________________

One couple, Ishan and Abhishek! Three years of holding confession but when relationship starts, love is fading away. A forest camp made Ishan's life different. A man who loves him very much, but he doesn't know, that's not Abhishek infront of him.

Two childhood friends, from two enemy kingdoms in the 12th century, Prithvi and Sanyogita, arrives at crossroads years after, as two unknown individuals in disguise. On one hand was Prithvi who grew up to be Ajmer Naresh Maharaj Prithviraj Chauhan, the king of Ajmer, the mightiest king, the bravest warrior Bharat ever knew, the heir to the throne of Delhi, the would be Chakravarti Samrat, on the other hand was Kannauj Kumari Sanyogita, trapped in the net of emotions and disguised blackmails by his father and his aids, inhibiting poison inside her for her childhood love, Prithvi. The love hate relationship continues in disguise with Prithvi as a spy from Ajmer, Shiv and Sanyogita as her royal maid, BhanuPriya. But Sanyogita's world turns upside down as she comes to know the man she was falling for in the streets of Kashi is her old love Prithviraj. Sensing his wise intent Sanyogita, in disguise, assists him, going against her own kingdom, but never letting Prithviraj know of her reality. The story takes a turn, when the real BhanuPriya, the royal maid to Rajkumari Sanyogita, appears in Ajmer to seek refuge from Prithviraj, revealing the real identity of the girl Prithviraj was hanging out with for so many days. Will love win the game or will the enmity ignite more? That only time will tell. This story is a fan fiction based on SonyTv serial "Chakravarti Samrat Prithviraj Chauhan". All the plots and character graphs are taken from the serial and are being retold according to writer's convince. Though the history is being studied while writing this piece but no "historical accuracy" is intended. This piece is purely a work of fiction and any similarity with real historical incidents is coincidental and unintended.

No matter how much of a good cricketer you are, when your feelings are on the line, you forget how to play. 'Life is a challenge, one I strive to overcome'- Shubman Gill 'Life is an adventure, explore it when you can' - Ishan Kishan Will they be able to find each other during the darkest times? Or will one give into the hands of despair?

abhishek : why are you always so serious mr kishan. ishan : i would like the same seriousness on you too mr Sharma. ----------------------------------------------------------------- At Obsidian House, perfection is law-and no one enforces it better than CEO Ishan Kishan. Cold, brilliant, and emotionally untouchable, he keeps his world tightly controlled... until Abhishek Sharma walks in. Charming, unpredictable, and far too carefree for corporate life, Abhishek turns Ishan's precision into chaos with every coffee-fueled interruption. To the world, they're opposites who somehow make the company thrive. But something isn't right. Strange signals. Shadowed meetings. Silent footsteps where no one should be. And through it all, Abhishek watches Ishan too closely... and smiles just a little too easily. Because in a city full of secrets, some games are played in silence. And some storms begin with a smile. Let's dive into reading!!!!!!!!!