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]

Shubman Gill is the city's most feared mafia kingpin-ice-cold, emotionless, and ruthlessly efficient. He rarely speaks unless it's to deliver a death sentence, and no one has ever dared to touch him... until one morning, the quiet of his study is shattered by a clueless, sunshine-bright boy who bursts in, hugs him, and kisses his cheek-fully convinced Shubman is a robot because of how still and expressionless he is. That accidental affection cracks something in Shubman's frozen world. For the first time in his life, he doesn't know how to react-kill, threaten, or... keep him safe? The boy turns out to be Ishan Kishan, the mischievous, soft yet unexpectedly brave soul Shubman's family has secretly arranged for him to marry. Forced into each other's orbit, the silent mafia king and the chaotic sunshine clash, bicker, and slowly begin to melt into each other's lives. As enemies circle, secrets unravel, and the line between vulnerability and danger blurs, Shubman finds himself willing to burn empires just to protect the boy who dared to touch the untouchable... and Ishan discovers the monster everyone fears might just be the loneliest man in the world. A dark-romance slow burn filled with danger, warmth, comedy, possessiveness, and a love powerful enough to shake the mafia underworld.

Read on your own self. Warning: The story is gonna dig some actual facts that can make you think . Have patience .

Just ishman being ishman ✨💖

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" tumpe hak hai mera .." " hum apki koi chizz nhi hai..." " pati toh ho na ...mere , sirf mere " " afsoos isi baat ka hai.." An egoistic Mafia business man who married the best friend of his fiancee forcefully just because he slapped him in front of everyone due to a misunderstanding ,will this marriage lead them to the love or ruin . Because for a middle class doctor Ishan Kishan marriage is the bond for eternity and for Mafia like Shubman Gill marriage is possession 🔞 Heavy smuts ❌ Forced marriage 🚫 Male conceiver

Title: My Ishu Baby Summary: In this soft, fluffy friends-to-lovers fanfic, Shubman Gill is a possessive, overprotective, and slightly angry top who treats Ishan Kishan like his precious baby. Ishu is the innocent, shy, obedient bottom - loved by the entire Indian cricket team but protected fiercely by Shubman, who calls him sweet names like Ishu baby, princess, and mera baccha. The story follows their everyday moments: Shubman carrying Ishan's kit bag because "baby shouldn't lift heavy things." Shubman feeding Ishu, cuddling him, and glaring at any teammate who makes Ishu blush. ICT team witnessing Shubman's whipped behavior and teasing both like a chaotic desi family. A soft, tearful love confession when Ishan cries thinking Shubman is angry, only to be comforted with "I love you, mera baby." It's pure cute fluff with possessive Shubman, baby Ishu, nicknames, cuddles, jealous glares, and desi-style team drama.

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50 million dollars that was the debt . And the payment is his son. Lucas De Maverick, the ruthless mafia boss who controls the arms trade across Asia, expected power, obedience and silence. He didn't expect Orion, a small, terrified boy with green eyes that never met his own and a voice limited to three words: yes, hm, okay. But silence tells its own story. And Lucas hears it loud and clear. Orion isn't just shy. He's broken. And someone broke him. What begins as a cold transaction spirals into a dangerous obsession, a twisted love and a hunt through the darkest corners of the underworld-for truth, revenge and justice. Because Lucas didn't ask for a heart. But he just found one worth killing for. Story contain : Soft Romantic explicit sex

In a world that worships certainty and clear lines, two souls find home in the blurred spaces between. One teaches history, quietly carrying the weight of memory. The other builds empires but aches for something real. Their meeting is not thunderous-but a gentle shift, a slow-burning warmth that softens walls built over years. As old wounds stir and forgotten names echo, they learn that love is not loud. It's the silence that stays. The hand that doesn't let go. The smile that says-"I see you, all of you, and I'm still here." A story of tenderness blooming after heartbreak, of laughter in awkward first touches, and of finally letting go of the past-not to forget, but to make space for something true. Because sometimes, the most beautiful love stories aren't perfect. They're simply... beautiful between.