In the lost corridors of St.Mary's College ,two Starboys of opposite section found eachother but not as soulmates or bestfriends RIVALS. Academic. Sports. Built RIVALS. "Hate is a strong word and I mean each letter of it." "You say it as if it's sound affects me."

"Not happy to see me, Ishan?" Shubman chuckled and Ishan wished he could punch him in the stomach. "Seeing your face is the last thing I want in my life." Ishan spat glaring at the boy with fire in his eyes. He sees an expression flicker over the other's face, which is quickly covered by a smirk. "Now that's rude sweetie." Shubman chuckles bitterly and Ishan wants nothing more than to punch his stupid face into the ground but somehow, he can't. "Don't call me that." Ishan almost shouts, his chest heaving up and down from all the anger. They both stare at each other, none of them backing down. . . . . . . Two people who used to be best friends, can't seem to stand in the same room now. What changed? Is it just hate? Or is it love? Read and find out

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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

Five years ago, Ishan Kishan did the bravest and stupidest thing of his life-he left the man he loved. He broke his own heart, disappeared, became the first Omega ACP in India, raised a five-year-old daughter who thinks she runs the government, and convinced himself that moving on was a real thing people actually did. Spoiler: it was not. Now life is simple. Catch criminals. Ignore society. Survive his mother Kavita's lectures. Pack Aaruhi's school tiffin. Pretend he does not still think about one certain arrogant cricket star. Very manageable. Until Mumbai happens. And unfortunately, so does Shubman Gill. India's cricket prince. National heartthrob. Walking ego in expensive shirts. Possessive Alpha. Professional menace. Also, Ishan's first love. Biggest regret. Personal headache. When death threats force ACP Ishan Kishan to become head of security for the Indian cricket team, he expects danger. He does not expect Shubman looking him in the eye and deciding, very calmly, that losing him once was enough. Now there is unresolved love, old wounds, too much chemistry, one extremely observant child, and a dangerously shameless Alpha who keeps looking at him like "running away again" is no longer an available option. Between handcuffs and heartbeats, duty and desire, and a past that refuses to stay buried, some loves do not end. They just wait. And Shubman Gill? He has waited long enough.

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.

An Ishman fanfic with a little unexpected twists... But definitely a happy ending

Title: "Behind Those Innocent Eyes" Synopsis: Everyone in the Indian Cricket Team (ICT) knows that Ishan Kishan is the baby of the squad-too cute, too adorable, and completely innocent. His infectious smile, bubbly personality, and constant teasing make him the team's favorite. And no one loves teasing him more than his best friend and roommate, Shubman Gill. But what happens when the team-and especially Shubman-witness a side of Ishan they've never seen before? Shubman finds himself drawn to this new side of Ishan, but is he ready to handle the fire hidden beneath all that sweetness? ---

A cricketing genius, Shubman Gill, who left the love of his life, Ishan, behind as he made his dreams come true, breaking all their promises and Ishan's heart. Now, years later he has come back to fulfil all his promises and claim his rightful place next Ishan. __________________________________ Watch out for grammatical errors guys.