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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

A king does not fall for a commoner. But Shubman never cared for such rules. The king who ruled countless kingdoms, who bent the world to his will, could not stop his heart from kneeling before a single commoner. Ishan nothing more than a horse trainer, a man who knew the language of reins and hooves, not crowns and thrones. Yet somehow, that very commoner ruled the king's heart... his body, his soul, his everything.

The crow didn't fall in love. She claimed. The pigeon didn't understand the darkness, but she understood her voice when she said, 'Stay.' And even when the sky judged them, even when daylight tried to pull her back, she felt her shadow curl around her. Possession wasn't a threat , it was a promise. 'You're my light,' she said. 'And I don't share what's mine.'" It's a Shaneel Gill fanfiction. It's a requested story by my one of the readers.

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?

nothing just a lazy ass who thinks always about ishman, taekook and bl will write her imagination 🙃

Shubman fell first, deeper than he ever imagined. After years of guarding his heart, he never thought he could love again. But one classical dancer, with every delicate step and the gentle sound of ghungroos, awakened something in him. His beauty, grace, and devotion captured him completely.

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