What starts as a practical arrangement - "just two guys sharing rent, nothing else" - soon turns into something neither of them signed up for. An Ishman story

Stop hitting him Shub. Please calm down ~ says Ishan pulling Shubman behind. How dare you touch him! No-one gets to misbehave with him and when I say no-one it means no-one. Do you fucking get it or not. ~ says Shubman in absolute anger. ××××× IT'S ALWAYS YOU. Your feelings , your mood , your anger , your situation, your happiness, your sadness. You love me whenever you feel like. You leave me whenever you feel like. There's always a "WE" in a friendship or relationship but in ours . It's always you. Never me. I hate you. I am leaving. ~ Says Ishan Ishan Kishan × Shubman Gill Dive into the story to know what happens.

A year after radio silence, Shubman shows up at Ishan's door-unannounced, unexpected, and just when Ishan is finally starting to take hold of his already spiralled life. As the two former best friends (are they?) and cricketers navigate old wounds and tentative steps toward healing, they find that maybe, just maybe, what they needed all along was each other. OR Ishman's journey to healing and love.💌

"Cheri" "What does it mean?" "Nothing, I am just calling you cherry because your face is looking as red as a cherry right now" "Keep your stupid nicknames to yourself, I don't need it" "But yesterday only you were telling me how much you need me Cheri" - Ishan Kishan, author who accidentally summoned characters from his book and now is struggling to send them back to their fantasy world. - Shubman Gill, God of death, the most feared villain of all time but still just a mere character in Ishan's book - In Collab with :: @ICTwrites11

Home, again? This story follows Shubman Gill, a boy who lost his home once, and then again-until only two people were left to call his own. Now, he fears the very idea of home. But what happens when a doctor comes along, and makes him feel at home... yet again? A story of Ishan Kishan and Shubman Gill by udtekhayal.

He was just supposed to protect me. Not ruin me with-that damn smile. A spoiled rich brat. A dangerously composed bodyguard. Lines were never meant to blur. A slow-burn bodyguard x rich boy romance packed with unresolved tension, stolen glances, and a smile that was never meant to be his.

Shubman Gill lives alone in the vast London mansion his late parents left behind. The house is beautiful but unbearably silent his only real companion is Daisy, his beloved pet who guards both his heart his house. To fight off the loneliness, Shubman often rents out a part of his home, finding comfort in the presence of strangers who briefly fill the emptiness. When his old tenant and friend Hardik moves out, a new lodger arrives Ishan Kishan. On the surface, Ishan seems like just another tenant: charming, witty, a little too observant. But in reality, he's a secret agent hiding in plain sight, his mission leading him straight to Shubman's doorstep. What begins as an ordinary arrangement quickly spirals into something far more dangerous and intimate. Shubman's innocence collides with Ishan's shadowed world, and instead of fear, Shubman finds excitement. With Daisy watching over them, the lonely landlord and the undercover agent are pulled into a story of secrets, danger, and unexpected love all under one roof. Dive into the story of Shubman and Ishan with me. <33

" tumpe hak hai mera .." " hum apki koi chizz nhi hai..." " pati toh ho na ...mere , sirf mere " " afsoos isi baat ka hai.." An egoistic Mafia business man who married the best friend of his fiancee forcefully just because he slapped him in front of everyone due to a misunderstanding ,will this marriage lead them to the love or ruin . Because for a middle class doctor Ishan Kishan marriage is the bond for eternity and for Mafia like Shubman Gill marriage is possession 🔞 Heavy smuts ❌ Forced marriage 🚫 Male conceiver

ishan kishan is your average student with countable friends and average scores in studies but excels the sports tournaments. he is not a popular but a student whose existence is known to enough people to notice when he dies. (his words not mine.) on a random day, his dull life got filled with every colour known, due to a certain 6'1 tall, hot-but-cute nerd who happens to be in his class. (lowercase intended)

Ayaan is new at his job, already feeling the weight of deadlines and expectations. But a quiet cup of chai from Kabir, a calm senior with a steady presence, changes everything. What starts as a simple gesture slowly grows into something deeper late nights, shared glances, and small stolen moments bring them closer. Amid the chaos of work, could comfort turn into love? 📌 Disclaimer: - This is pure fiction, written for entertainment. - Plot and writing belong to me-please don't copy, repost, or translate. - If you enjoy it, support with votes & comments!