Just give it a try. And dive into another universe of Ishman😉

I don't know what should I give as a description 🙂. It only contained smuts. Top : Shubman Bottom : Ishan

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?

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

"𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓! 𝑺𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏! 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏!" "𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇!" 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆. "𝑾𝒉𝒚?𝑪𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝑴𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒋 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓?" 𝑺𝒉𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕. "𝑶𝒉, 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒘?" 𝑯𝒆 𝒖𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅, 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅. 𝑺𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒖𝒕. 𝑺𝒉𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒃 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝑺𝒉𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈.

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

𝑺𝒉𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅. "𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖... 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉, 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒚𝒆𝒆." 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒖𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚. "𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆?" "𝑰... 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕," 𝑺𝒉𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅, 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒘, "𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆... 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆....𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆." 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏, 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅, "𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖?" 𝑺𝒉𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 , 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒂𝒘, 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒎𝒍𝒚. "𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝑰 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒖𝒑?" 𝑺𝒉𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆. "𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍. 𝑨𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆."

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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