This is purely a fictional fanfiction, but how I wish it was true. In the beginning it may seem that I have copied the works of some writers on this same couple, but believe me, I have indeed been inspired by them, but the good things, the original ones will be coming soon. Keep patience with me. I have a multitude of unfinished works going on, but this couple stole my heart. The updates will be very, very irregular, but don't ever hesitate to comment about what you want to see happening next. Happy reading!

❛⁠❛mummy mujhe shaadi nahi karni . ⁠୨⁠୨ ..... Ishan Kishan , a 25 year old ,living with his mother who has been pressuring him to get married. However, getting married was not something he had in his bucket list . But all this came to a halt , when he met Shubman Gill. A 27 year old man , As his supposed fiance arranged by his mother. And Their life is about to change forever after entangling their fates in The Arranged Marriage. _________________________ Trigger warning: The story contains bxb . _________________________ Writer's note: I am just a novice here and my writing skills are average at most , however I will try my best to write nicely. (Ps : English isn't my first language so please don't expect there won't be any grammar or structural mistakes . ) @raesurmise

If souls are real, then mine has always known his. One life, a thousand lives - I would still find him.

All his life, Ishan Kohli has been seen-but never really known. As the only son of India's one of the most powerful businessman, he's been treated like royalty in every classroom, every boardroom, every glance that meet his. People smiled too quickly, laughed too easily, and never once told him the truth. So when he enters his father's empire disguised as an anonymous intern, it isn't rebellion. It's survival. Under a borrowed name and unwanted power, Ishan is finally free... Until he meets Shubman Gill, the cold COO who's never trusted a soul he didn't break first. Ice-cold, calculating, and absurdly good-looking, Shubman has no patience for wide-eyed interns who can't take the pressure. What begins as a battle of wit and will spirals into stolen glances, closed-door confrontations, and late-night truths neither of them expected to share. But when secrets start to unravel, and real names start to matter- Will Ishan risk everything to protect the only person who never wanted his last name? A slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers corporate romance laced with secrets, privilege, and the cost of becoming who you really are. Dive into the journey of Ishan and Shubman with me.

"Don't look at me with those eyes...", ~V "What eyes?", ~R . . . . . Dive in to know more...

Welcome To my First story This is the story of Ict.. Rohirat bl Check my other stories too🫶 (Sidnaaz) Vote 🗳 Comment 💬 and support 🤗

24.6.24- 12.9.24 "What are we now?" .. "Ishan, I can read minds" .. A story about how Ishan Kishan, a simple college going boy falls in love unknowingly with the boy he meets at his lowest time, who is secretly a mind-reader, Shubman Gill. As Shubman learns to navigate his secret gift and Ishan's deepening emotions, their bond grows, challenging both to confront their own truths and embrace the connection they share. Get in the story to know about their journey. ... Ships in the story: Shubman x Ishan Rohit x Virat Abhishek x Mayank Tilak x Dewald Brevis ... NOTE: . Contains smut (🔞) . All the pictures in the story are not mine and credit goes to the rightful owners. . Everything is fictional and has no relation to reality.

Not into fiction! fanfiction or more fanfiction don't open it , this contains extremely cringe and uncomfortable stuff if you are not into fiction would appreciate it if you love real world more don't get into it ☺️ Rohirat shubish ( ishan top) sourav-rahul abhiyank ritika x anushka

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.