Behind the locked door lived a boy. But no one was allowed to speak his name. Ishan-18, hidden, royal blood-has never seen the world beyond stone walls and silence. He is the empire's most dangerous secret. A boy born to rule, yet shackled by power-hungry men. Shubman-19, curious, adopted-was raised by the general to follow orders, not ask questions. But the locked door in the east wing? It whispers to him. Pulls at him. And when it finally opens... everything changes. A prince in chains. A soldier without a name. And an empire waiting to burn or be rebuilt. What happens when the caged heir is finally set free? Read to know more ✨

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.

"I'm born to love you like a poem and worship you like a devotee worships their God" --- Shubman Gill Being a Prince, it was exhausting. All Shubman knew in the narrow world of power and wealth was how to rule and fight. Because that's what Shubman was expected to be, an able ruler. What was not expected of him was to topple head over heels in love with a certain fiery little commander "I knew I was playing with fire when we met, so I didn't blame you when I got burnt" ---Ishan Kishan All his life, Ishan was groomed to fight, be ruthless and ambitious. And Ishan? He did exactly what was asked to those who he pledged loyalty to. But what he didn't get to prepare himself for was the hopelessly charmed prince who seemed to stick to him like a moth to flame.

"bachpan ka pyaar mera bhul nhi jana re" abhi laughed as shubman glared at his brother. "aapko lagta hai ki ye rishta shi hai ?" "aapke saath to har janam me rishta shi lagta hai ji .." Shubman replied , Ishan looked away, a smile forming on it's own .

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.

uhmmm.... When a north indian meets south indian 👉🏻👈🏻 Delhi guy× Malayali guy👀💗 (I seriously don't know Malayalam and the translation might be wrong{it is wrong} soo.. yk [It's like Chennai express, but not completely the same])

《 5-SHOT. One night. All consuming. 》 It ended with Ishan trembling beneath his grip-and started with blood on Shub's knuckles. One wrong touch, and something inside him snapped. He touched what was mine. Now his blood's on my hands. There were no soft confessions. No pretty words. Just fists, fire, and a kiss that tasted like war. Rage. Ruin. And a love far too raw to be gentle. ★ Top Shub | Bottom Ishupie When want turns violent-and still feels like home.

Title: His Ishan Tagline: In the heart of the village, a cold-blooded mafia boss meets the boy who makes his heart flutter with a single innocent blink. --- Story Premise: When ruthless mafia boss Veer Rathore, known for his sharp instincts, unforgiving nature, and a heart colder than steel, is forced to lay low after a betrayal in his ranks, fate leads him to a quiet, hidden village surrounded by dense forest and age-old traditions. There, he encounters Ishan, a soft-spoken village boy who wears dhotis, feeds cows, speaks gently, and prays every morning by the river. With big, innocent eyes that blink at him like a startled fawn, Ishan is everything Veer isn't-pure, untouched, and quietly devoted. But behind Veer's hardened glare, something shifts each time Ishan offers him food with trembling hands... or when he softly stammers while calling him "Veer Babu..." Can a man who's only known blood, betrayal, and power... fall for a boy who only knows kindness? Because in the silence of the village nights, when fireflies dance and the wind carries the scent of marigolds, Veer starts to wonder- "Was I sent here to kill... or to be saved?" ---

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.