When 7 mafia brothers fall for 7 pure innocent souls who are bestfriends but brothers *mpreg* *ICT bl* if homophobic don't read by: P22334455

"When Shubman Gill's car crashes into a cursed tree, his fiancé Ishan Kishan is blamed for his disappearance. But Shub's grandmother insists on preserving family honour, forcing Harshit Rana, Shub's stepbrother, to marry Ishan in his place. As the truth unravels, a sinister presence lurks, fueled by a ghostly obsession. The ghost groom's hold on the living tightens, threatening to destroy the living and claim what's his." Let watch the drama of Shubisharsh fiction Caught between a living husband who would die to protect him and a dead fiancé who would kill to keep him, Ishan must face the truth: "Some promises don't end with death. Some obsessions never let go. And some souls will destroy everything for their last claim."

Shubman Gill and Ishan Kishan are the Princes of the two Royal states of Indraprastha and Patliputra, who have been rivals since more than a hundred years. A Romantic Story from the 14th Century, a different universe. They are both secretly attracted to men, Shubman struggling with his sexuality and Ishan facing his own insecurities. They meet each other unexpectedly, forming an instant connection.

To get his way one must pay

In war, there are rules. In love, there are none. --- "Tu samajhta kya hai apne aapko, Gill?" (What do you think you are, Gill?) Shubman smirked, stepping closer, voice dropping to a taunting whisper. "Tera obsession." (Your obsession.) Ishan's breath hitched as Shubman gripped his jaw, tilting his face up. "Aur tu jitna bhaag lega, Major... utna hi main tujhe todne ka maza lunga." (The more you run, Major... the more I'll enjoy breaking you.) --- "Sharma, tu hamesha mujhse bhaagta hai." (Sharma, you always run from me.) Abhishek's back hit the wall as Siddharth stalked closer, dark eyes glinting with something unhinged. "Aur har baar main tujhe dhoondh hi leta hoon." (And every time, I find you.) Abhishek's pulse raced as Siddharth's fingers brushed his throat, pressing lightly. "Tujhe pata hai tujhe dekh ke mera sabr kyun tut jata hai?" (Do you know why I lose my patience when I see you?) A slow smirk curled on Siddharth's lips before he leaned in, voice dropping to a sinful whisper. "Kyuki tu sirf mera hai, Sharma. Aur tujhe kisi aur ki nazar lagne ka bhi haq nahi." (Because you're only mine, Sharma. And you don't even have the right to let anyone else look at you.) --- A story where dominance turns into obsession. Where possessiveness is a weapon. Where love isn't soft-it's brutal. Unforgiving. Addictive. A battlefield is nothing compared to the war they fight for control.