A story of obsession, possessiveness, and the fine line between love and chaos.

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.

They didn't use chains. They used money, silence, and the law Ishan is sold by his own blood. Mayank is taken without warning. They meet in a place where people are reduced to silence and obedience, where survival depends on how invisible you can become. What begins as captivity turns into something worse when power disguises itself as protection Two influential brothers decide their futures. Shubman hides cruelty behind respectability and calls control "care." Abhishek turns obsession into entitlement and binds possession with legality. To the world, they are untouchable. To their victims, they are cages with names . . . . warning ⚠️ This story contains dark and sensitive themes, including human trafficking, forced relationships, abuse of power, psychological and emotional abuse, confinement, and trauma. This is not a cute love story read on your own

People say arrange marriages are scary. ""What if this? What if that?..."" But what if I tell you that love marriages are even scarier...? Shubman was Ishan's college bully, until hostility slowly turned into an unexpected closeness. One mistake-and a devastating misunderstanding-shattered everything. Believing himself betrayed, Shubman chose revenge over forgiveness. When Ishan's lover abandoned him, Shubman married Ishan out of spite, binding them in a cold, loveless marriage. Trapped together, resentment lingers-but so do unresolved feelings. As the truth surfaces and walls begin to fall, anger gives way to warmth, and love finds its way back. A slow-burn romance of hurt, healing, and second chances. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> "You're my second moon...!" Ishan said, a voice full of emotions. Shubman softly kissed his forehead, "And you are my 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 moon!" <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> ...A cold marriage revenge to love plot...

Shubman Gill is a cricketer, a huge part of the Indian Cricket Team. To be honest, one of the best players out there in the whole team. He is also the most appreciated player. Although he's very famous for his dimpled wide smile, he's a very serious, cold and short tempered person, everyone just thinks thrice before contradicting his words. Ishan Kishan, a new player, recently got a chance to be in the Indian Cricket Team. He has a very goofy personality and likes to make everyone on the field laugh. Shubman doesn't like him. He can't stand him, no one knows why. Everything about Ishan just pisses him off. His short height, his laugh, his lame jokes at which everyone laughs, Shubman hates everything. What will happen now? Will Shubman kick him out just because he hates him for nothing? Will Ishan be able to change such a perception of Shubman? Will he be able to melt the ice in Shubman's heart?

Ishan clung to Shubman's leg like a terrified kitten. His small hands trembled. His cheeks were red. His voice... broken. "Shub... Shub... don't go. Please. Don't leave me. Don't leave your biwi alone..." He hiccupped, pulling Shubman's shirt desperately. "You are my husband... maa said you are my husband. No husband leaves their biwi. Please don't leave me, Shub..." Shubman forced himself to stand, to walk toward the car. Every step felt like punishment. Ishan staggered after him, crying, voice cracking: "SHUB DON'T GO! DON'T LEAVE YOUR BIWI" And then Shubman heard the small thud his tiny biwi on the ground, arms reaching out for him, sobbing like someone ripped his whole world away "Stop The Car." The vehicle had hardly gone ten meters. Shubman pushed the door . He ran .his heart pounding, breath shaking. Ishan saw him. Tiny legs scrambling, he ran too, stumbling, crying harder. They met in the middle Ishan practically crashed into Shub. Shubman dropped to his knees, hugging him so tightly as if the world was ending. "No husband leaves his partner," Ishan sobbed against his neck. "Shub, don't go. Don't go. Don't leave your biwi..." Shubman's arms wrapped around him with a protectiveness too deep for his age. His voice was low, trembling, raw. "I won't leave you. Not now. Not tomorrow. Not in this life, baby." Lakhwinder stepped closer. "Shubman... he will calm down. You must..." Shubman lifted his head. And for the first time in his life, he defied his father openly. "I am not leaving him." His eyes were dark, steady, unmovable. "Where my biwi is i will be there. even if it is heaven, hell, or graveyard ,I will go there. I will stay there. I will not leave him. Ever." A chill ran through the entire family. They suddenly understood This wasn't childish affection. Not pity. Not guilt. This was something deeper. Something that ran through his veins like destiny carved into bone

I don't know what should I give as a description 🙂. It only contained smuts. Top : Shubman Bottom : Ishan

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?

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