LITTLE MUFFIN Being wanted by a monster is the biggest misery a person can have. He's ruthless, cruel, risky... a maniac. Accurate epitome of a walking danger. His motives are darker than a curse. I want to run away from him, as far as possible, but he won't let me. Even if I try to, he comes after me. He's doing certain things to my heart, and I'm always left in a mayhem. I want to get rid of him, but something tells me, that it's not in my hand anymore.... because I'm the one who let him in my life. THE PREDATOR He's ethereal, beautiful just like a dream. Like the ray of sun after a heavy fall. When he first looked at me with those immensely radiant eyes, I felt something I never felt before. I almost believed my heart only worked to breathe, and didn't consume any kind of human feelings. But, just his one gaze was enough to bring out the soft, as well as the animalistic side in me. This feeling of consuming him whole just never leaves me. I want to be those dark clouds who devours this sunshine, so that I can keep him only for myself, and I will do it.

𝑺𝒉𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕-𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒓. 𝑰𝒏 𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅. 𝑯𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒕𝒘𝒐-𝒂𝒏𝒅-𝒂-𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇-𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓-𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. Tropes : 1. Childhood best friends 2. Best friends to lovers 3. Secret child😗 4. Misunderstanding 🤧 5. Separation 🥺 6. Don't worry Shubman is as always as green universe😌🍃 7. Omega verse ( Tittle se samajh gaye😮‍💨)

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.

Shubman thought he wanted freedom from his arranged marriage to a pure, small-town boy, but a cruel web of lies pushes his innocent husband to the absolute edge. By the time Shubman realizes what he's broken, it's too late-Ishan has signed the papers and disappeared into the rain. Now, consumed by a fierce, psychotic possessiveness, Shubman drag his husband back into his bedroom, determined to drape him in silk, lace, and an obsession so deep there is no turning back ❤️

A beautiful yet challenging love journey between a baker 🍰 🍞 and a cricketer 🏏 . Love can be hard for them, and God tests their devotion, but the ending will be worth remembering."

[Completed!!] The world saw the win. The lights. The noise. The perfect ending. But something about that night didn't sit right. Because while everyone stayed back to celebrate he didn't. No explanation. No announcement. Just a quiet disappearance before morning could catch him. Some said he needed rest. Some said it was pressure. But the truth? The truth was far more personal. Because there are things the world doesn't see, the moments between victories, the silence after applause, the one place a person runs to when everything feels too loud. And sometimes... that place isn't a place at all. It's a person. It's a story about them, the Seeta and Geeta of Indian Cricket Team. It's about Shubman and his Ishan.

A fearless journalism student with a habit of stepping where he shouldn't, he crosses paths with a man who rules the underworld without ever being seen-dangerous, untouchable, and impossibly magnetic. What begins as curiosity turns into obsession, and obsession into a bond that blurs the line between control and desire. This story is a work of pure imagination and fiction. It does not intend to hurt or represent any individual, group, or organization. The images used are sourced from the internet and do not belong to the author. No ownership rights are claimed for the images. The story and its content are solely owned by the author.

She's lived a life of caution, guarding her heart after love left her broken. He's a burst of sunshine in a world she's sworn to stay away from. As fate brings them together, laughter, chaos, and unexpected warmth slowly seep through the walls she built around herself. But can she dare to let love in again... when it knocks not once, but twice?

Shubman just stood there, frozen stiff. His lips parted slightly, but no sound came out. His chest felt tight, breath uneven, like he couldn't find air.Then suddenly, Ishan stepped forward and wrapped his arms around him tightly."I missed you, Shubi..." Ishan's voice cracked as tears ran down his cheeks. "I missed you so much. Please... forgive me, Shubi. I'm sorry. ." The words struck Shubman like lightning. His body tensed, and his eyes flooded with emotion-pain, anger, helplessness-all mixing together. He stepped back, gently but firmly pushing Ishan away.Ishan looked at him through tears, his lips trembling. "Shubi... please, at least say something."Shubman stared at him with red eyes, voice trembling but cold. "Don't. Just don't say my name." "Shubi, please-" "I said stop!" Shubman's voice broke. For a moment, his anger burned through his tears. But then he fell silent, unable to speak further, unable to look at Ishan again. His heart was pounding so hard it hurt. _________________________________________ " Because I don't want to talk to you, I am not interested" he said snatching his pen. " Listen am sorry please talk------" she was cutt of by dhruv . "You think an apology makes it all okay?" he shot back, turning away. " But------" " Please go and prank someone with your friends, leave me alone, I don't want to talk to you" he said and got up and left. " I will earn your forgiveness." Kiran whispered and left from there. _________________________________________ " You go, why have you come back. Whatever you want, but I have learned to live without you, now please go back. " She let out while crying. " Betu please don't say this " ishan said and tried to hug her but she again pushed him . " Just stay away from , I hate you " kiran said angrily. _________________________________________

They say the best love stories start with friendship. Ours started with late-night coffee runs, stolen laughter in the library, and the kind of unspoken bond that felt... unbreakable. Prisha Sharma never believed in fairytales. She believed in books, in dreams, in walls built high enough to keep her heart safe. Ishan Kishan was the exception. Her constant. Her safe place. Her best friend. But what happens when late-night calls start to feel different? When a simple touch feels like fire, and every glance carries a thousand unspoken words? Because somewhere between "just friends" and "something more", our hearts began to whisper... And the question is - how long can you ignore a whisper before it becomes a scream?