Ishman ff. Ishan Kishan x Shubman Gill A story of desire and all-consuming love, where being lost in each other is both dangerous & irresistible. This book is a product of imagination. Any resemblance to real events or people is purely coincidental. No hate towards anyone. All images & lyrics used belong to their rightful owners. Credits to the owner of images, they were taken from the internet (story is mine).

The lights of the room was dim. In the corner of the room, a man was sitting. Head buried into his knees. His shoulders were shaking as he sobbed silently, "W-When did it became like this?! Why?" His voice cracked brokenly. The door opened, and someone walked inside, He didn't noticed, not until he heard them calling him, "Ishu? Everyone is asking for you-what happened?!" That person asked in panic, rushing to him. Ishan looked up, when he saw Mayank, he couldn't control his tears anymore and hugging His bestfriend tightly while crying loudly now. Mayank immediately become more worried. "Why are you crying like this? You are making me worried..." "I...I Love him, Mayu...I Love him..." Ishan said while crying nonstop. Mayank patted his back in a comforting manner and softened his voice as much as he can before asking carefully, "Who?" Ishan slowly pulled away from the hug and stare at Mayank with his teary eyes, making Mayank's heart ache, "S-Shubman...I Love Shubman.." The moment Mayank heard that familiar name leaving from ishan's mouth, his entire world froze. Oh God!

प्रीत की लत मोहे ऐसी लागी हो गई मैं मतवारी बल बल जाऊँ अपने पिया को हे मैं जाऊँ वारी वारी

uhmmm.... When a north indian meets south indian 👉🏻👈🏻 Delhi guy× Malayali guy👀💗 (I seriously don't know Malayalam and the translation might be wrong{it is wrong} soo.. yk [It's like Chennai express, but not completely the same])

"y-you came?" "how could I not return back to my life?" - | | Ishman , historic | |

~ An Ishman story ~ Love can be a confusing and complex thing, and sometimes the first time does not work out as planned. But that doesn't mean that love is gone forever. Sometimes, people get a second chance at love and it can be even sweeter than the first time. Will the power of second love surpass the cruelty of fate?