Set in an alternate universe where same-sex marriage is accepted as tradition, this story is an emotional slow-burn romance built on mistaken identity, sacrifice, silence, and second chances. Shubman Gill, a powerful and emotionally guarded CEO, agrees to an arranged marriage he never wanted-only to fall in love at first sight with the wrong person. Believing he has met his intended match, he says yes to **

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.

The lights of the room was dim. In the corner of the room, a man was sitting. Head buried into his knees. His shoulders were shaking as he sobbed silently, "W-When it became like this?! Why?" His voice cracked brokenly. The door opened, and someone walked inside, He didn't noticed, not until he heard them calling him, "Ishu? Everyone is asking for you-what happened?!" That person asked in panic, rushing to him. Ishan looked up, when he saw Mayank, he couldn't control his tears anymore and hugging His bestfriend tightly while crying loudly now. Mayank immediately become more worried. "Why are you crying like this? You are making me worried..." "I...I Love him, Mayu...I Love him..." Ishan said while crying nonstop. Mayank patted his back in a comforting manner and softened his voice as much as he can before asking carefully, "Who?" Ishan slowly pulled away from the hug and stare at Mayank with his teary eyes, making Mayank's heart ache, "S-Shubman...I Love Shubman.." The moment Mayank heard that familiar name leaving from ishan's mouth, his entire world froze. Oh God!

Ishan thinks love isn't meant for people like him. Shubman never learned how to stop offering it. [the one where ishan's a prostitute in purani delhi and shubman just happens to be eating gol gappe at the right time]

A collection of wild Ishman ideas I have been cooking and baking in my mind. . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁.☘︎ ݁˖

"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

Ishan thinks after winning the World Cup, he'll finally get a shot at redemption. He thinks that the trophy, the headlines, the crowd will be enough for him to outrun the whispers, the shame. But the world of cricket is colder than he remembers, and survival isn't handed out with trophies. What follows isn't glory, it's silence, rejection, and the quiet unraveling of a boy who gave everything to the game, and still wasn't enough. [minor ishan/shubman] [sequel to is this love? can be read as a standalone work]

As usual dive in to find out about shubman x ishan ❤️❤️

Kuch bhi likh deti huu 🤧👉🏻👈🏻

Bunch of ishman stories which I dream of ....