In the glittering shadows of Mumbai, two powerful men were consumed by obsessions. Abhishake had always lived between extremes, euphoria and chaos, charm and cruelty. Blood thrilled him. But the moment he met Mayank, everything changed. Abhishake's fractured world found its new center. Now nothing else mattered. Only Mayank. He wanted mayank by hook or crook. AND HE GOT. Fate is a bitch, and she doesn't play fair. Meanwhile, Across the city, in the opulent Gill mansion, Shubman returned after years away, ready to claim his empire. Instead, he found Ishan the sassy, bright orphan who had grown up under his family's roof. The boy everyone adored had become a man who awakened something dangerously possessive in shubman What should have been brotherly affection twisted into a darker hunger he refused to deny. Two dangerous fixations. Two men who would burn everything to possess what they craved. In a city ruled by power and secrets, some desires only lead to blood and ruin. . . . #r*pe #abuse #force Warning ⚠️:- the story contains dark mature themes, if you're uncomfortable stay away. You have been warned.

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.

In the village of Kharavali, nestled among the golden wheat fields of rural Punjab, every bad thing was common and fear was the only law that truly mattered. Here, the Gill family ruled as undisputed heads for three generations. They owned the lands, the wells, the transport routes, and the silence of every soul who lived within the crumbling stone walls. No dispute was settled, no problem solved, and no tradition enforced without their word. The village existed in a perpetual shadow of cruelty disguised as custom where power flowed through blood and gold, and softness had no place to survive. At the centre of it all stood the grand yet oppressive Gill haveli, a fortress that swallowed lives and spat out obedience. In Kharavali, the Gills did not govern. They owned. WARNING ⚠️ The story contains dark theme, read on your own, you've been warned already. #r*pe #mpreg #violence

Well, The good guys don't always get the glory. Can't he see the warning signs. They can make his life a living hell if they wanted to. Wanted to. Wish this was a love he never felt and you know it's true. Know it's true.

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?

Shubman Gill, cricket's golden boy-graceful, disciplined, the heir to a legacy of respect-basks in the constant praise of his own father and the wistful admiration of Ishan's. Ishan kishan is his antithesis: a storm of restless energy, a genius with a rebellious streak, his brilliance manifest not on the cricket pitch but in the illegal, adrenaline-soaked midnight bike races he dominates as the anonymous "Red Lightning." Their conflict is a cold war of glances across dinner tables, a lifetime of being measured against one another. But everything shifts when Shubman accidentally discovers Ishan's dangerous secret. A confrontation after a crash leads to an uneasy truce and a buried truth: Shubman isn't just judging Ishan; he's captivated by the raw, real passion missing from his own scripted life. Discover how their rivalry evolves ... Disclaimer: it is pure work of fiction and has nothing to do with real life please be respectful, for entertainment purpose only...

"Marry me" Shubhman says, voice low, eyes cold. "It'll shut them up" Ishan laughs "Are you serious?" "Deadly" "But you don't love me!" Says ishan. "I won't even bother to do that" Shubham sighs, glaring at him "This is temporary...just for our career" But no one knows when the fake kisses blurred into real feelings. And Shubhman found it hard to process that whether he's faking this marriage or faking how much he doesn't care. That's it for here ~ Read more to know more ~ By Kristy.

This is only part 1 . Ishan : Family , family is a life . Shubman : Hate , hate is a crazy. Abhishek : Pain , pain is a relief. Mayank : Love , love is a chaos. Rahul : Love , love is a mystery. Hardik : Love, love is a trouble. Rohit : Love , love is family. Ritika : Love, love is healing. Virat : Love, love is a peace. Anushka : Love, love is a cure. Story of love , hate and pain and a complete roller coaster of emotions.

Shubman smirked, taking a step closer. Shubman: "Well... you look kind of fuckable." Ishan: "Don't you dare." _________________________________________ Abhishek took a step closer scaring the already scared boy. Ishan shivered. Abhishek: "Fresher, huh?" Ishan nodded. Abhishek: "And throwing water on your senior on the first day?" he gulped. Ishan: "T-that was a mistake..." Abhishek smirked. Abhishek: "Well... what a nice way to start your university life-getting involved with a senior on the very first day."

He was supposed to be my brother !! not my everything He was the light , energy , love and everyone adored him a lot . I wanted to hate him because of the unknown feelings I had for him but couldn't why idk whatever it was it was dangerous. I just wanted to be ~ "JUST TO BE HIS AND HIM JUST TO BE MINE" The feelings which were unbearable, invisible but still it exists , the glances never lied , the concern, and the obsession.