Shots of ishman

Shubhman (angrily) : You're too rigid, too authoritarian and a bad tempered freak. Ishan (gasped in disbelief) : You son of a bit- But before Ishan could complete his sentence Shubhman interrupted. Shubhman (in a lower tone) : But I have discovered that I cannot live without you. Ishan was awestruck now, He don't know whether to cry or to laugh at Shubhman's such confession. ------ Another story is here. This one dwells more into emotional coloumns and romance. Your demands for smut is accepted whole heartedly. 💓 Shubhman top & Ishan bottom.

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.

There are lots of couples with each having different plots.

No thunder, no storm, just silence between us, Hearts once intertwined, now beating different rhythms. Not broken, just changed.. We let go softly, Holding on to what was, Making space for what is.

An ICT bl fiction

A̶ C̶O̶L̶L̶E̶C̶T̶I̶O̶N̶ O̶F̶ S̶H̶U̶B̶M̶A̶N̶ B̶O̶T̶T̶O̶M̶ F̶F̶ T̶O̶P̶ : I̶S̶H̶A̶N̶ B̶O̶T̶T̶O̶M̶ : S̶H̶U̶B̶M̶A̶N̶

Series of one shots filled with absolutely filthy smut.

"maybe you're just too slow." "oh believe me, i'll show you quick soon." "not a chance." ~~~ saishub two-shots featuring them as arts students. spoilers: clumsy shub, smug sai, first dates, botanical garden, bouquet, first kiss under a gulmohar tree. implied: top: sai bottom: shubman