"I bet you kiss your knuckles, Right before they touch my cheek" An Ishman oneshot collection. Thanks to " Captive Prince" book. :)

This book is a collection of many one-shots featuring our favorite duo, Ishu and Shubi, playing different roles in each story. Join this wild, fun-filled adventure where there is no logic... ummm... okay, there will be logic, but not much. Well, there will be something else (smut🔞🔞)... a lot! 😌👌 Hope you all enjoy my work. 🩵 NOTE: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION AND HAS NO CONNECTION TO REAL PEOPLE OR EVENTS. IT'S CREATED PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT AND NOT MEANT TO OFFEND ANYONE. IF IT'S NOT YOUR THING, FEEL FREE TO SKIP IT. 🥰

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

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.

jo aata hai dill mein wohi likh deta hu🫠

nothing just a lazy ass who thinks always about ishman, taekook and bl will write her imagination 🙃

Welcome to the Showroom Gays------ I mean, Guys... Hehehehe This book consists of the hidden desires of readers (& Me of course) ... • Requests are open 24/7 Disclaimer : This book consists Bottom - Shubman Gill only... Considering some people may not appreciate the content in this book, or may not be interested in reading such, may leave, without any hate comment (Bcz I'm sensitive okay... I may cry)

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Do I love him? or do I not? .... said. mature content.

A cricketing injury causes Ishan Kishan to lose a month's worth of memory. Shubman Gill is having a hard time coming to terms with it.