People say arrange marriages are scary. ""What if this? What if that?..."" But what if I tell you that love marriages are even scarier...? Shubman was Ishan's college bully, until hostility slowly turned into an unexpected closeness. One mistake-and a devastating misunderstanding-shattered everything. Believing himself betrayed, Shubman chose revenge over forgiveness. When Ishan's lover abandoned him, Shubman married Ishan out of spite, binding them in a cold, loveless marriage. Trapped together, resentment lingers-but so do unresolved feelings. As the truth surfaces and walls begin to fall, anger gives way to warmth, and love finds its way back. A slow-burn romance of hurt, healing, and second chances. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> "You're my second moon...!" Ishan said, a voice full of emotions. Shubman softly kissed his forehead, "And you are my 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 moon!" <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> ...A cold marriage revenge to love plot...

Ishan Kishan never thought he'd fall for his professor. At first, it was harmless, showing up to every class, actually doing the readings for once, making sure his hand was the first one raised. He liked the attention Professor Shubman Gill gave him-quiet, subtle, never too much, but always there. A glance held longer than necessary. A question that felt a little too personal. Praise that stayed with him longer than it should've. From finishing his assignments on time to casually walking past Shubman's office more than needed, it was all just a game. A thrill. Until suddenly... it wasn't. Until he realized he was watching the clock just to see him again. Until he started caring too much about what Shubman thought of him. Until that attention wasn't enough anymore. Ishan was never meant to fall for him. And Shubman was never supposed to look back. But some rules are easier to break when love starts to feel like the only truth between them.

Ishan clung to Shubman's leg like a terrified kitten. His small hands trembled. His cheeks were red. His voice... broken. "Shub... Shub... don't go. Please. Don't leave me. Don't leave your biwi alone..." He hiccupped, pulling Shubman's shirt desperately. "You are my husband... maa said you are my husband. No husband leaves their biwi. Please don't leave me, Shub..." Shubman forced himself to stand, to walk toward the car. Every step felt like punishment. Ishan staggered after him, crying, voice cracking: "SHUB DON'T GO! DON'T LEAVE YOUR BIWI" And then Shubman heard the small thud his tiny biwi on the ground, arms reaching out for him, sobbing like someone ripped his whole world away "Stop The Car." The vehicle had hardly gone ten meters. Shubman pushed the door . He ran .his heart pounding, breath shaking. Ishan saw him. Tiny legs scrambling, he ran too, stumbling, crying harder. They met in the middle Ishan practically crashed into Shub. Shubman dropped to his knees, hugging him so tightly as if the world was ending. "No husband leaves his partner," Ishan sobbed against his neck. "Shub, don't go. Don't go. Don't leave your biwi..." Shubman's arms wrapped around him with a protectiveness too deep for his age. His voice was low, trembling, raw. "I won't leave you. Not now. Not tomorrow. Not in this life, baby." Lakhwinder stepped closer. "Shubman... he will calm down. You must..." Shubman lifted his head. And for the first time in his life, he defied his father openly. "I am not leaving him." His eyes were dark, steady, unmovable. "Where my biwi is i will be there. even if it is heaven, hell, or graveyard ,I will go there. I will stay there. I will not leave him. Ever." A chill ran through the entire family. They suddenly understood This wasn't childish affection. Not pity. Not guilt. This was something deeper. Something that ran through his veins like destiny carved into bone

𝑺𝒉𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒑 𝒐𝒏 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒎, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏. 𝑯𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒘, 𝒗𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒍. "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉," 𝑺𝒉𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆. "𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆." 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅, 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑 𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒑 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂'𝒔 𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒔.

Ishan Kishan knows how to perform heartbreak - it's easy when you've been dating the star of the theatre club, Shreyas Iyer, and slowly realizing he's better at acting than loving. When the annual college play casts Ishan opposite Shubman Gill, his cold, too-perfect rival with a reputation for never cracking, things get complicated. Especially because Shubman isn't just a scene partner - he's been hiding something for years. As rehearsals heat up, stage directions turn personal, and one kiss goes way off script, Ishan is forced to confront the biggest question of all: What if the realest love story isn't the one written in the script... but the one he never saw coming?

A story of obsession, possessiveness, and the fine line between love and chaos.

A fearless journalism student with a habit of stepping where he shouldn't, he crosses paths with a man who rules the underworld without ever being seen-dangerous, untouchable, and impossibly magnetic. What begins as curiosity turns into obsession, and obsession into a bond that blurs the line between control and desire. This story is a work of pure imagination and fiction. It does not intend to hurt or represent any individual, group, or organization. The images used are sourced from the internet and do not belong to the author. No ownership rights are claimed for the images. The story and its content are solely owned by the author.

"𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓! 𝑺𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏! 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏!" "𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇!" 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆. "𝑾𝒉𝒚?𝑪𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝑴𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒋 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓?" 𝑺𝒉𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕. "𝑶𝒉, 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒘?" 𝑯𝒆 𝒖𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅, 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅. 𝑺𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒖𝒕. 𝑺𝒉𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝑺𝒉𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈.

𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒍𝒚, "𝑯𝒖𝒎 𝒌𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏... 𝒋𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒐 𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏." 𝑺𝒉𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆. "𝑷𝒉𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒋𝒊𝒚𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏..." 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒓, 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚. "𝑲𝒚𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝒌𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒂𝒑 𝒉𝒐..." "𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒉 𝒌𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒊 𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒈𝒊 𝒌𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒚𝒆 𝒒𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒊." Tropes: 1. 90s theme 2. Zamindar x simple person whose life was basically cursed 3. Healing something he didn't break 4. Soft romance 5. Classical dancer Ishu (my fav😭) 6. Hindu x Sikh 7. Sad plots mainly 8. Definitely happy ending ( I hate sad ending 😑) 9. My story Shubman is always green flag 😌🍃 10. Village theme

𝑺𝒉𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕-𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒓. 𝑰𝒏 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅. 𝑯𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒕𝒘𝒐-𝒂𝒏𝒅-𝒂-𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇-𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓-𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. Tropes : 1. Childhood best friends 2. Best friends to lovers 3. Secret child😗 4. Misunderstanding 🤧 5. Separation 🥺 6. Don't worry Shubman is as always as green universe😌🍃 7. Omega verse ( Tittle se samajh gaye😮‍💨)