--- Title: "The Silent Cheers" Summary: Shubman Gill is a perfectionist, the golden boy of Indian cricket, always under pressure to perform. He doesn't let distractions get to him-until Ishan Kishan barges into his life like a storm. Ishan is loud, chaotic, and carefree, the exact opposite of Shubman, but somehow, he's the only one who can make Shubman smile when the weight of expectations feels too heavy. When Shubman gets into a slump, unable to perform at his best, Ishan takes it upon himself to bring him back-whether it's sneaking into his room at night to drag him out for ice cream, blasting BTS songs during practice, or forcing him to loosen up with silly pranks. But in the midst of all the teasing and late-night confessions, Shubman starts realizing-maybe Ishan isn't just a distraction. Maybe he's the only thing keeping him sane. Themes: Angst with a happy ending, mutual care, opposites attract, slow realization of love, protective Ishan, emotionally guarded Shubman

Ishan is an extrovert jolly person, the social butterfly of the group, don't know about personal space. Shubman is an introvert, prioritise his personal space, avoid extroverts. . This is my first story... I hope you like it

Title: The Unseen Boundary ( mpreg) Plot: Shubman Gill and Ishan Kishan have been inseparable since their early cricketing days-best friends, roommates, and each other's biggest supporters. Their bond is effortless, filled with playful banter, late-night strategy talks, and an unspoken understanding. But everything changes during a high-stakes match when Ishan does something no one expects-he dedicates his match-winning performance to someone else. The media buzzes, their teammates tease, and Shubman finds himself feeling something he never has before-jealousy. At first, he brushes it off as friendly competitiveness, but the growing irritation, possessiveness, and need for Ishan's attention make him question his emotions. Meanwhile, Ishan notices Shubman's strange behavior-his sudden coldness, his lingering stares, and his reluctance to talk about what's bothering him. As tensions rise, a heated confrontation between them finally leads to an unexpected confession. The realization dawns-this isn't just friendship anymore. Their love story unfolds amidst the roaring stadiums, the weight of expectations, and the warmth of a bond that was always meant to be 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.

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

How an young adult boy secured an innocent life from the cruel world

𝑺𝒉𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅. "𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖... 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉, 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒚𝒆𝒆." 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒖𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚. "𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆?" "𝑰... 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕," 𝑺𝒉𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅, 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒘, "𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆... 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆....𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆." 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏, 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅, "𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖?" 𝑺𝒉𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 , 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒂𝒘, 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒎𝒍𝒚. "𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝑰 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒖𝒑?" 𝑺𝒉𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆. "𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍. 𝑨𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆."

Ishan clung to Shubman's leg like a terrified kitten. His small hands trembled. His cheeks were red. His voice... broken. "Shub... Shub... don't go. Please. Don't leave me. Don't leave your biwi alone..." He hiccupped, pulling Shubman's shirt desperately. "You are my husband... maa said you are my husband. No husband leaves their biwi. Please don't leave me, Shub..." Shubman forced himself to stand, to walk toward the car. Every step felt like punishment. Ishan staggered after him, crying, voice cracking: "SHUB DON'T GO! DON'T LEAVE YOUR BIWI" And then Shubman heard the small thud his tiny biwi on the ground, arms reaching out for him, sobbing like someone ripped his whole world away "Stop The Car." The vehicle had hardly gone ten meters. Shubman pushed the door . He ran .his heart pounding, breath shaking. Ishan saw him. Tiny legs scrambling, he ran too, stumbling, crying harder. They met in the middle Ishan practically crashed into Shub. Shubman dropped to his knees, hugging him so tightly as if the world was ending. "No husband leaves his partner," Ishan sobbed against his neck. "Shub, don't go. Don't go. Don't leave your biwi..." Shubman's arms wrapped around him with a protectiveness too deep for his age. His voice was low, trembling, raw. "I won't leave you. Not now. Not tomorrow. Not in this life, baby." Lakhwinder stepped closer. "Shubman... he will calm down. You must..." Shubman lifted his head. And for the first time in his life, he defied his father openly. "I am not leaving him." His eyes were dark, steady, unmovable. "Where my biwi is i will be there. even if it is heaven, hell, or graveyard ,I will go there. I will stay there. I will not leave him. Ever." A chill ran through the entire family. They suddenly understood This wasn't childish affection. Not pity. Not guilt. This was something deeper. Something that ran through his veins like destiny carved into bone

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