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?

Shubman is an enigma whose life is a storm no one can calm. His omega, though he bore him two children, is whispered to have betrayed him. But did he really? Or is it just a wound that time has refused to heal? Every glance at his children, every shadow in the corners of his home, reminds him of a past he cannot forget. Far away, Ishan Kishan, a quiet, simple omega, has fled the world he once knew. He lives with his child now, seeking peace in the small joys of life. Yet even in this silence, his heart aches with a longing he cannot name. Happiness has always been a stranger to him. And somewhere, in the threads of fate and memory, their lives are drawing closer, pulled by forces neither can control. Secrets, regrets, and unspoken truths hover between them like shadows-waiting to strike, waiting to reveal themselves. The question remains: are they doomed to collide, or can the past finally be laid to rest?

Just some fluffy, smut, oneshots of Ishman..........

Ishman ff. Ishan Kishan x Shubman Gill A story of desire, possession, 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).

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

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Ishan and Shubman are best of friends and team mates. There's a party, there are post party shenanigans and their equation changes forever!