Ishan came home late, quietly slipping inside and heading straight toward his room without bothering to look around. "Ishan." His mother's voice stopped him. "Not now, Mom... I'm tired," he muttered, not turning back. "Is this the time to come home?" The cold, sharp voice froze him instantly. His body stiffened. Slowly, he turned around-and there he was. Shubman. Sitting on the sofa, leaning back like he had been waiting for hours, his eyes locked onto Ishan with a hard, unforgiving glare. Ishan's stomach churned. The air suddenly felt heavy. "Shu... Shub" his mother smriked.

A small summary:- Shubman Gill was born into blood and empire - the cold-blooded mafia king of Italy with the face of a Greek god and a heart carved in stone. Ruthless, powerful, and obscenely rich, he had everything... except an heir. And marriage? That was never in his plans. Not until a call from India changed everything. When his aging parents, desperate to see their son settle, choose a bride without his consent, Shubman agrees with one condition: he'll marry whoever they choose - no questions asked. That "whoever" is Ishan Krishna - an innocent, sweet-hearted 18-year-old college student with a secret even he doesn't know... he can bear children. Brave yet clumsy, lovely yet naïve, Ishan's quiet world shatters the moment he helps a stranger at a temple, unaware it's the mafia king's mother. Without warning, Ishan is torn from his family and forced into marriage with a man who sees love as weakness and possession as devotion. He becomes the center of a dangerous obsession, a trophy in a war of power, a flower caged in luxury and threat. But Ishan is not just delicate - he's fire wrapped in silk. And as secrets unravel, blood is spilled, and empires clash, he learns that even a heart in chains can fight back. ⚠ This story contains: Age gap Mature content Forced marriage Male pregnancy (mpreg) Mafia violence and obsession Psychological control and possessiveness Deep emotional conflict Heartbreak, passion, and dark romance He wasn't asked to fall in love. He was ordered to obey. But sometimes, even monsters bleed. Come with strong heart

College was supposed to be about ambition, late nights, and figuring out who you are. For Ishan Sharma, it became about Shubman Kohli. Shubman is everything Ishan is not- popular, reckless, untouchable. A campus favorite with a talent for turning cruelty into charm, he has no idea that someone has been loving him quietly, carefully, and far too deeply. One prank is all it takes to turn longing into humiliation. One confrontation is enough to spark a rivalry. And one mistake drags them into each other's lives in ways neither of them can control. As tension simmers, Ishan learns what it means to choose self-respect over desire, while Shubman learns that attention can turn into attachment. But this story isn't just theirs. Mayank discovers how easily love can vanish without explanation. Abhishek learns that running is easier than staying until it isn't. Siraj finds himself drawn into a forbidden love that could cost him everything. this is a story about falling first, falling harder, and learning that love isn't always gentle but can transform you as a person. Enemies. Lovers. Heartbreak. Healing. Gentle parenting Welcome to a story where everyone is fighting something and love refuses to stay quiet

The lights of the room was dim. In the corner of the room, a man was sitting. Head buried into his knees. His shoulders were shaking as he sobbed silently, "W-When did it became like this?! Why?" His voice cracked brokenly. The door opened, and someone walked inside, He didn't noticed, not until he heard them calling him, "Ishu? Everyone is asking for you-what happened?!" That person asked in panic, rushing to him. Ishan looked up, when he saw Mayank, he couldn't control his tears anymore and hugging His bestfriend tightly while crying loudly now. Mayank immediately become more worried. "Why are you crying like this? You are making me worried..." "I...I Love him, Mayu...I Love him..." Ishan said while crying nonstop. Mayank patted his back in a comforting manner and softened his voice as much as he can before asking carefully, "Who?" Ishan slowly pulled away from the hug and stare at Mayank with his teary eyes, making Mayank's heart ache, "S-Shubman...I Love Shubman.." The moment Mayank heard that familiar name leaving from ishan's mouth, his entire world froze. Oh God!

This is a part 2 of just an intern. In case you've not read part 1 go and read it, Marriage, a little boy, and a lifetime together - that's what Ishan and Shubman dreamed of. And for a while, everything looks perfect. Their son Vivaan is growing up with too much mischief and too much love, their home is full of laughter, and their bond is stronger than ever. But love after marriage isn't just roses. Ishan struggles to fit into Shubman's family, who don't always understand his choices. Vivaan's school life brings new people into their world - including Nitish, his charming math teacher, who becomes a little too close to Ishan for Shubman's liking. Jealousy creeps in, and old insecurities resurface. Between family dinners, secret late-night arguments, public smiles, and private tears - Ishan and Shubman must fight not only the world but also their own doubts. Because love is easy. Staying in love? That's the real test. Season 2 is about parenthood, acceptance, jealousy, and the kind of love that matures, deepens, and survives every storm. I

Ishan stood waist-deep in the sacred pond, eyes closed in devotion. His white clothes floated around him, and a red hibiscus tucked behind his ear glowed in the moonlight, blessed by his touch. He prayed silently to his lord, completely lost in his devotion. As he moved through his prayers, he felt a presence behind him. But he didn't turn, finishing his worship before opening his eyes. Slowly, he turned and saw an unknown man watching him. The man walked up the pond's stairs, his gaze fixed on Ishan. In his mind, he whispered: "Apsara..." Then he shook his head, scolding himself: "Shubman... control yourself." Ishan's eyes blazed. He didn't like anyone seeing him like this. Stepping closer, he demanded, "Who are you?" Shubman, utterly enchanted by Ishan's beauty, yet trying to keep composure, answered, "Traveller." Ishan's suspicion grew. His hand went to his thigh, and with swift precision, he pulled out his dagger, pushing Shubman toward the trees. Pressing the blade under his chin, he said, "You are lying." Shubman, unconsciously, reached out and caressed the hibiscus in Ishan's hair. Softly, almost in awe, he murmured, "My little flower... you are fierce."

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

Mpreg fanfiction of ISHMAN (Shubman Gill X Ishan Kishan) It's NOT omegaverse, just an alternative universe where males can get pregnant, but that's rare. I'm not gonna explain any biology or science behind it, because chill, it's just a fanfiction. Warnings ⚠️: *bxb *Smut {top-shubman||bottom-ishan} *Mpreg *Angst *Slight violence ⚠️YOU'VE BEEN WARNED ⚠️ It's a fanfiction which has nothing to do with reality. It this ff, there are: *Main characters (shubman, ishan) *Side characters (shahneel, raj, their parents, teammates and others...) *Villain characters (will be mentioned in side the story) on the purpose of trying to make the story interesting. but NO OFFENSE OR HATE TO REAL LIFE PEOPLE. please ignore my grammatical errors, typos and other mistakes. I've wrote oneshots before, yet it's the first story I'm writing. I would appreciate it if you consider it while reading. Enjoy. 🎉

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.

Shubman is a lethal three times MMA world champion who speaks in one-word sentences; Ishan is a kindergarten teacher who speaks in colors and kindness. Ishan's boyfriend wants to change him, but his neighbor-the man the world fears-is the only one who truly sees him. 🦋 🥊