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.

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

हो, अखियाँ करें जी-हज़ूरी माँगे हैं तेरी मंज़ूरी कजरा सियाही दिन रंग जाए तेरी कस्तूरी रैन जगाए (Ho Ankhiyan Kare Jee Hazoori Maange Hai Teri Manzoori Kajra Siyahi Din Rang Jaaye Teri Kastoori Rain Jagaye)

Ishan stabbed Shubman, but instead of pushing him, he hugged him close letting the knife sink into his flesh. Because he finally gets to hug his husband for the first time. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Abhishek "I'm not killing you because you thought of him, I'm killing you because you dared to breathe in his direction."

He's spent his life learning to stay quiet - because silence was safer than speaking. Trapped in a home that should have felt like love but only taught him fear, he's built walls high enough to keep everyone out. But when he finally breaks free, running from the only world he's ever known, he never expects to find safety in a stranger's arms. He knows what it's like to be broken - and how much courage it takes to start over. With patience and kindness, he helps him rediscover his voice, his strength, and the belief that not all love hurts. As scars begin to heal and trust slowly blooms, he learns that family isn't always blood - sometimes it's the people who choose to stand by you when the past tries to pull you back. Together, they fight for healing, freedom, and a love strong enough to rewrite his story.

A locker-room dare meant to make the team's loudest player fall for its calmest one turns into a mutual mind game, then an honest partnership-on and off the field.

In the unfair world of power- where the richest always had the upper hand- cruel and selfish in their own ways. What will happen if a young boy falls in love with someone he was never meant to have ? What if he was driven away from the same power hungry people who thought he'll be a danger to them? What if he comes back to claim what was his from the very start? How will destiny play with the lives of these two boys? Read to find out.

Before time, before gods, before mercy... there was him - the boy who burned Heaven just to feel warm. --- 👑 Shubman Gill - heir of the Infernal Throne. Feared by angels 😇. Worshipped by demons 👹. His beauty was a curse, his heart - a frozen grave. He did not feel, he destroyed. He did not love, he ruled. Hell called him their king... Heaven called him their sin. ⚡🔥 But even the Devil cannot escape destiny. A prophecy whispered across realms - "The one born of light and filth shall bear creation's spark." And so, the Primordial Darkness awoke 🩸, laughing through collapsing stars 🌌 "He belongs to me." --- 🌹 Far away on Earth 🌍 lives Ishan Pandey soft, messy-haired, book-hugging nerd 🩵✨ By day - shy boy By night - flirty, chaotic dreamer reading forbidden tales 📚🔥 He giggles at fantasies, unaware he is one. --- 🌕 Deep under the forgotten temples, the immortal witch Agnisara opens her eyes after 100,000 years 🐍🕯️ "The balance is breaking again... the stars repeat their sins." She finds Ishan - the mortal with the same soul that once destroyed the realms. She gives him a crimson flower 🌹 glowing with fate. "Say his name thrice, child. Let destiny hear you." Ishan laughs, thinking it's a silly curse - and whispers softly into the night: "Shubman... Shubman... Shubman..." 💨 The earth stills. Candles shatter. Heaven stops breathing. Hell listens. When dawn rises - he isn't alone. 🔥 A man lies beside him, naked and divine. Golden eyes. Wings of shadow. Their hands bound by a red ribbon - glowing, alive. The King of Hell has answered. 👑💋 Shubman (coldly): "You called my name, mortal." Ishan (stammering): "You- you're naked- why are you- what is this ribbon?!" Shubman (smirking): "Fate just made you my husband " Agnisara watches from the veil, her smile dangerous. "The game begins again... after a hundred thousand years." 🌑 Will love heal the realms... or finis

A love story written in moonlight... and ruined by hunger. 🍗🌕 --- 🎶 [Soft whispering wind. Silver moonlight on marble. Slow heartbeat sound.]* Narrator (whisper): "Every century... the Moon calls her children. Five empires rise - 🔥 Fire, 🌊 Water, 🌿 Earth, 🌪️ Air, 🐺 Wolves - And one heir of light waits for his fated Alpha." (A glowing figure - Shubman - dances beneath a rain of stars, silver chains glinting on his wrists.) Shubman (softly): "If love is fate... let fate find me." 💫 --- 🌕 [A beat drop. The drums of the Swayamvara begin.] Priestess (shouting): "The one who lifts the Moon's Sword shall rule beside her heir!" ⚔️ (Warriors shout. Magic burns. Flowers explode mid-air. A slow-motion dance of blades.) Then - silence. Camera pans. There's Ishan. Not glowing. Not dramatic. Just sitting. Eating a chicken leg. 🍗😐 Aaditi (whispering): "My lord... maybe don't eat during the sacred ritual?" Ishan: "If the Moon wanted me to fight hungry, she should've scheduled this after dinner." 😌