Prince Ishan of Chandrakot spent his entire life being treated like a prophecy. Samrat Shubman of Suryagarh spent his proving that prophecies could bleed. One was raised beneath blessings, temple bells, and silk curtains. The other clawed his way to a throne through blood and fire. When war threatens to swallow Chandrakot, Ishan makes a choice no one should have to make. He agrees to become the Samragini of Suryagarh. A bride. A peace offering. A sacrifice wrapped in royal silk. The marriage is meant to stop a war. Instead, it creates a very different kind of disaster. Because the divine prince of Chandrakot is nothing like the world expected-too curious for his own safety, too soft-hearted for politics, and far too comfortable irritating the most feared emperor alive. And Shubman? Shubman was prepared for rebellion. Prepared for betrayal. Prepared to conquer another kingdom. He was not prepared for Ishan. Not for the smiling prince who walks into danger as though it personally offended him. Not for the healer who treats wounded strangers before asking their names. Not for the maddening warmth of being seen as something other than a monster. And certainly not for the growing realization that the only person who has never feared him... might also become the only one capable of ruining him completely. Now a ruthless Samrat and his reluctant Samragini are trapped in a marriage built on duty, watched by kingdoms that expect peace and gods that seem suspiciously entertained by the whole arrangement. After all, history has witnessed many disasters. But forcing a lonely healer and a stone-hearted conqueror to share a palace might be the gods' favorite one yet. A story of moonlight and madness, war and warmth, sharp banter, hidden loneliness, reluctant devotion, possessive love, quiet healing, and two people who were never supposed to fall in love-especially not this badly.

An Ishman and Abhiyank Dark Horror Story "A new city. A fresh start. But some secrets are far too expensive to run away from..." A sudden move from the buzzing streets of Mumbai to the secluded outskirts of Kerala was supposed to be a fresh chapter for Shubman and Ishan A double-salary job, a new university, and an impossibly cheap, sprawling apartment to call home. But cheap rent always comes with a hidden cost. And in a house that feels far too quiet, some doors were never meant to be opened.

< ISHAN > "His innocent, bubbly smile is just an illusion... hidden behind it is the lethal fire of Kalaripayattu, capable of snapping a neck in the blink of an eye." < SHUBMAN > "He isn't just a man; he is the king of this jungle... even in his silence, there lies a terrifying pull that brings humanity to its knees." < MAYANK > ​"Your 6-foot frame and heavy biceps mean absolutely nothing against my 'Enter' key... so keep your distance, fighter." < ABHISHEK > ​"Shubman handles the intellect and strategy... my job is simply to break bones, and I do that with a smile." < ROHIT > "A gang doesn't just mean bloodshed and vengeance... a gang means family, and I will personally chop off every single hand raised against mine." < VIRAT > ​"Being the elder heir of Singhvansh is my destiny... but standing in front of him makes me realize that even I need someone to hold me." < HARDIK > ​"The law and orders of this gang belong to Rohit alone... I'm just the sledgehammer that shatters enemy walls at a single nod from him." < RAHUL > "There is no room for weakness in the Singhvansh realm... showing a tough exterior is a necessity for me, but for the ones I love, my heart always melts like wax." A/N >>>> ​"Hey everyone! This is my first attempt at writing a full story. Please go easy on me, and let me know what you think in the comments!"

Two best friends since birth, will they realize they're not just best friends? "So you love him?" "No." A collective groan went up from his friends, how could someone be this blind to something so obvious. ×abo ×bestfriend ×drama ×misunderstanding

ABO in this story an accidental pregnancy happen- " Who's pregnant!?" Eyes turned on, little omega. " Bkl mujha mat dekh!" ( Assh** don't look at me!)

"If you were anyone else, I would've destroyed you already." .... compete with you in public... but in private, I memorize you." ... I told myself I hated you. Turns out, I just didn't know what loving you felt like." .... In the underworld where loyalty is currency and betrayal is paid in blood, two empires rule from opposite sides of the city. The Gill Syndicate - calculated, disciplined, ruthless. The Kishan Clan - chaotic, fearless, dangerously unpredictable. For years, Shubman Gill and Ishan Kishan have been sworn enemies. Raised to hate each other. Trained to destroy each other. Every meeting between them ends in gunfire, bruised egos, and promises of revenge. Their families' rivalry has painted the streets red more than once. But when a sudden political shift threatens both empires, Shubman makes a move no one expects. He doesn't declare war. He proposes marriage. Not out of love. Not out of peace. But control. To secure power, to humiliate the Kishan clan, and to prove dominance, Shubman forces a marriage alliance - and Ishan becomes the price of temporary peace. Ishan would rather burn the city down than wear Shubman's ring. Shubman would rather chain his enemy to his side than ever admit the fascination he's always felt. Now trapped under the same roof, bound by vows neither of them want, hatred simmers into something far more dangerous. Every touch feels like a challenge. Every argument ends too close. Every glare lingers too long. In a world of guns, secrets, and betrayal - love is the most dangerous weakness of all. And when enemies share a bed... Someone is bound to fall first. But in mafia families, falling in love can be deadlier than pulling the trigger.

DESCRIPTION : It was supposed to be a political alliance. Not an obsession. When Shubman Gill married into the powerful Haveli, he knew two things: • He would never give THIS marriage a chance. • He would never fall in love with HIM. He was wrong about the second. Every look, every whisper, every kiss is a promise - and a warning. Prince Ishan Pranav Kumar Pandey Kishan is calm, precise, untouchable - a Prince to the outside world. But beneath that veneer lies a man who once operated in the dangerous underground, where power was currency, and trust was a weapon. And now, in the silence of his Haveli, that man awakens... for Shubman. Shubman, barely twenty-one, walks into a world far bigger, colder, and infinitely more intense than he ever imagined. He should be cautious. He should fear. And yet... Ishan's hands, his voice, his possessive touch, keep him tethered in ways no logic can explain. Ishan loves him fiercely, dangerously, and without compromise. But love in this Haveli comes with stakes. Past alliances, family secrets, and whispered threats mean that even in the quietest rooms, danger lingers But what is Ishan hiding? Because the Haveli walls guard secrets older than their marriage - secrets that could shatter trust... or prove just how far Ishan is willing to go. He says he protects what's his. But.. The question is- How dangerous is a man when he loves like that? How far will he go for the man he loves like that? ~ ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

~Peek in to find out~ Credit to @ishankishan6 for the story idea🙏