Top : Shubhman Gill. Bottom: Ishan Kishan. but what happened when top one is sweet and bottom one is cold?. Ishan: Don't dare to interfere my professional life! Shubhman: oh okay ( shuttering). bas bas now read the story 😀.

People say arrange marriages are scary. ""What if this? What if that?..."" But what if I tell you that love marriages are even scarier...? Shubman was Ishan's college bully, until hostility slowly turned into an unexpected closeness. One mistake-and a devastating misunderstanding-shattered everything. Believing himself betrayed, Shubman chose revenge over forgiveness. When Ishan's lover abandoned him, Shubman married Ishan out of spite, binding them in a cold, loveless marriage. Trapped together, resentment lingers-but so do unresolved feelings. As the truth surfaces and walls begin to fall, anger gives way to warmth, and love finds its way back. A slow-burn romance of hurt, healing, and second chances. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> "You're my second moon...!" Ishan said, a voice full of emotions. Shubman softly kissed his forehead, "And you are my 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 moon!" <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> ...A cold marriage revenge to love plot...

it's ishman plus abhiyank story . . . actually this story is by @ifwnuwanda but she discontinued it and I really loved this story so I want to continue it if the real author see this please don't report it's just for me and people like me who loveed this story sooo much . . . read if you love dark romance and bl stories and ishman . . . . #mpreg #abusive relationship #force marriage #violence #r*pe you guys are already warned read this at your own <<<<<<3

ek haveli,ek band kamra,ek Raaz,aur pyaar ka ek shraap

Ishan is a sex worker. Shubhaman gives money and asks Ishaan to become his fake boyfriend.

Ek sabko doubt hai ki white love kaisa naam hua kyuki white doesn't make any sense in love as it is represented by either red or all the seven colours (ye baat alag hai ki hame grey zyada pasand hai) but in my opinion white is like the pure thing and the fact that white consists of all the colours when it is passed through a prism aur kyuki ye story ko mai sweet and pure Bana na chahti hun isliye mereko ye title set laga agar aur acha title mile toh change kar diya jayega. So this is my justification of the story title (Basically ye Puri story arjit singh ke aur thode dusre gano pe based hai so don't judge) Baki story ke bare me mere ko khud kuch idea nahi hai tum ko kya bolu mai

" but i will only love me mate " " Mates and all is bullshit i dont want to bonded to anyone i am only true blood " " Moon can hear my howl please .... please i want my mate " "Mates make us weak not strong" what was going on? will they really hold eachother down? " i am sorry but i cant love you " " not that expected "