"y-you came?" "how could I not return back to my life?" - | | Ishman , historic | |

An Ishman fanfic with a little unexpected twists... But definitely a happy ending

Shubhman Gill. The C.E.O of a sports car company he named 'I.K.G', before he and Ishan even started dating (delulu is the solulu). Charming and flirty with an air of lazy dominance. Ishan Pandya. Youngest brother of Krunal and Hardik, and the most cold one too. Doesn't speak to anyone. Hands people bundles of cash like they're prostitutes after a one night stand. Smokes a lot. Always wears sunglasses, even indoors. Black cat energy into infinity.

"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.

a small coffee shop au ft. fluffy, sappy, whipped ishman [ ishan kishan x shubman gill] 🥇: #coffeedate

One shots/ two shots/ many shots Life of team --- Abhishan Gonna kill you --- Ishman Just happened --- Ishnit Wild one --- Multi ship Really --- Threesome Boyfriend no.1 --- Abhish-Ishman-Abhiman Not mine --- Ishlik I hate my child --- Shreyish

dive in the story to know about them 😁😉🤭 ishman thank you for reading ☺️ happy Reading 🎈

The creator made them for each other, only to accidentally slip their souls into the wrong slot, a slot labelled, "dearest friend", sealing their fate for the next thousand years. Witness a journey through the course of history before the two were known to us as Shubman Gill and Ishan Kishan and the year the after effects of the mistake faded away.

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

Ishan moves into a new neighborhood, where he encounters Shubman, who delivers a bouquet of roses to the wrong address. unknowingly striking up an unexpected connection between them. Shubman starts leaving anonymous roses at Ishan's door, trying to express his feelings subtly. Shubman's quiet way of expressing himself leaves Ishan curious and uncertain, but as the two start spending more time together, their bond strengthens. As their love grows, the roses that Shubman had once anonymously delivered become a metaphor for their journey-something that began as a simple, uncertain gesture but slowly bloomed into a beautiful and enduring connection. 《This story is fictional. It has nothing to do with the persons in real life》 ~Hope you enjoy