"In a world built on control, he was the only thing that refused to stay still."

When a billionaire CEO with a "no-carb" personality loses his VVIP flight to a strike and his dignity to a local train, he's forced to rely on Ishan-a chaotic college student who thinks logic is optional and sass is a survival skill. It's a 1,400km journey of spicy dhaba food, missed trains, and accidental cuddles that proves sometimes getting lost is the only way to find where you belong.

The captain made him an offer. Ishaan took it. Now his body isn't his own. He cant complain, he signed it? Thats his fault now isnt? Mayank knows. Same monster, different name. Same broken love. They meet in stolen hours. Bruised wrists. Tired laughs. And the terrifying truth: The dressing room has secrets. But what are they? Warning ⚠️: TOXIC, PHYSICAL-EMOTIONAL ABUSE, VIOLENCE, COERCED SEX.

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"I can't... this feels wrong!" "No... this isn't wrong. It's love...Mr.gill..." (Regular Update) This story is purely fictional and created for entertainment purposes only. It should not be taken seriously. Only the names of certain individuals are used; all characters, events, personalities, and situations are entirely imaginary and do not represent real people or real-life incidents in any way.

It's a collection of Shubishh oneshorts and a solace to my Ishman heart ♥....... 🦋🦋🦋....... By the way.. I am Ishan's fan... He is just like chotu bacha for me....💕 But yeah!!... I only trust Mr. Prince Gill with my cutie.... and really hopes that they will always be with each other in every highs & lows.... 💙💙 🦋🦋🦋........ So... this will be a collection of Ishman one shorts.... . . . . Love_from @ishhkish.......

Love weaved in the chimes of ghungroos and banters. A tale of how Ishan and Shubman found love in each other in the most expected ways.

"I just didn't like the way she looked at you, it was creepy" "what? No way. YOU saying that for a pretty woman like her, I don't buy it." "just trust my instincts on this one pls Ishu" "why would you barge out like that then- you could've just told me- wait a second, are you upset?" "im not upset" "aw, you sound jealous though " , said Ishan teasingly.

"You know what I think? I think the toughest batsman in the team just cried after losing a match because he cares too fucking much." Ishan froze. "Shubi..d-don't" Ishan's voice broke "Don't what, baby?" he whispered, pulling Ishan closer. "Don't call you out? Don't notice how much you hurt yourself with this perfection thing? Don't try to hold you when you finally break?"