In the village of Kharavali, nestled among the golden wheat fields of rural Punjab, every bad thing was common and fear was the only law that truly mattered. Here, the Gill family ruled as undisputed heads for three generations. They owned the lands, the wells, the transport routes, and the silence of every soul who lived within the crumbling stone walls. No dispute was settled, no problem solved, and no tradition enforced without their word. The village existed in a perpetual shadow of cruelty disguised as custom where power flowed through blood and gold, and softness had no place to survive. At the centre of it all stood the grand yet oppressive Gill haveli, a fortress that swallowed lives and spat out obedience. In Kharavali, the Gills did not govern. They owned. WARNING ⚠️ The story contains dark theme, read on your own, you've been warned already. #r*pe #mpreg #violence

"My suffering led me to you, and your love became my healing."

The story follows Shubman Gill and Ishan Kishan, two deeply in love young boys whose bond starts with hope and dreams of a shared future. Their relationship is strong but slowly gets broken by family pressure and societal expectations. Ishan is forced into a marriage he does not emotionally accept, despite trying to fight for his love with Shubman. Shubman becomes a silent witness to his loss, unable to stop it. After separation, Ishan continues life outwardly but loses his happiness internally, never truly smiling again. The story is about love that survives in memory but is destroyed by circumstance and duty. Based on the song syahi!❤️‍🩹

In a house that worships tradition, they learn to desire in silence-touching only in shadows, stealing breaths where laughter is policed and eyes never look away. Every glance is a risk, every closeness a rebellion, every heartbeat a crime waiting to be caught. Their love doesn't ask for space; it dares to exist where it shouldn't. Shhh, BEHAVE-because discovery isn't shame, it's destruction.

"You feel familiar." - "I've loved you for a thousand years," "I'll love you for a thousand more," "Forever." - "Have we meet before?" - Love. It always finds it's way back. ♡ Ishan x Shubman ♡ Boyxboy

06.10.2024- 15.01.2025 Top Ishan COMPLETED ✓ (more detailed description in the prologue) Shubman Gill is a secret Billionaire, likes to bottom and likes men. (⚠️Slight cross-dressing) Ishan Kishan works in a cafe, is also gay, prefers to be the top. Incidents happen and Shubman finds himself falling for his kidnapper... Stockholm Syndrome. 'Oh, Baby look what you've done to me' (*Credits to the owners of the pictures inside the story*)

The story is discontinued due to technical error! Really sorry to the readers interested Physics says opposite forces attract each other. hell yes they do. And so did Ishan Kishan attract Shubman Gill the warrior prince with his ever so dramatic antics and grace of ghungrooa

They've been best friends for over ten years-Indian cricketers who grew up together, played together, and trusted each other with everything. To the world, Shubman and Ishan are the definition of perfect friendship: easy, loyal, unbreakable. They're comfortable in ways only long history allows-shared spaces, quiet understanding, and a bond no one questions. Until one night changes it all. Drunk and unable to hide it any longer, Shubman kisses Ishan-and in that single moment, friendship turns into something far more dangerous, and far more real. Dive in to know how their relationship changes

One slap cost Ishan his soul.. two year of fake love cost him his freedom. Now, three years later, the monster who broke him has tracked him across oceans-not to apologize, but to reclaim the only drug he's ever been addicted to. (Don't mistake it as a love story.. It's a brutal physcotic revenge story) ❤️‍🩹

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