An Ishman fanfic. A calamitious turn of events strips Ishan from everything he has:his home,his family and most importantly his dream to represent his country as a cricketer. A decade later, he finds himself finally living a peaceful life. Working as a professor,owning a house and decorating it as he has always wished to, playing with the kids down streets. Ishan is finally happy. But a call compels him to be thrown back in the place he had once escaped from. _____________ Read the chapters to learn more.

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Warning ⚠️: viewers description is advised. Sensitive themes are discussed such as: Rape SA age gap Murder Torture Abuse After a suicide attempt, Ishaan Kishan wakes up to find a stranger at his bedside dr. Shubman Gill, a psychiatrist with an unnerving calm and eyes that seem to collect secrets. Shubman offers him something no one else has: a promise to rebuild him from the pieces no one bothered to pick up. To a broken boy with no family and no fight left, the doctor feels like safety. His voice is steady. His attention is absolute. He says all the right things. But behind every gentle question, something hungrier waits. Shubman doesn't just want to heal Ishaan. He wants to own the cracks in him to reach inside and rearrange what he finds, until Ishaan can't tell where the therapy ends and captivity begins. He wants ishan at any cost, and he will go to great lengths.

Five years ago, Ishan Kishan did the bravest and stupidest thing of his life-he left the man he loved. He broke his own heart, disappeared, became the first Omega ACP in India, raised a five-year-old daughter who thinks she runs the government, and convinced himself that moving on was a real thing people actually did. Spoiler: it was not. Now life is simple. Catch criminals. Ignore society. Survive his mother Kavita's lectures. Pack Aaruhi's school tiffin. Pretend he does not still think about one certain arrogant cricket star. Very manageable. Until Mumbai happens. And unfortunately, so does Shubman Gill. India's cricket prince. National heartthrob. Walking ego in expensive shirts. Possessive Alpha. Professional menace. Also, Ishan's first love. Biggest regret. Personal headache. When death threats force ACP Ishan Kishan to become head of security for the Indian cricket team, he expects danger. He does not expect Shubman looking him in the eye and deciding, very calmly, that losing him once was enough. Now there is unresolved love, old wounds, too much chemistry, one extremely observant child, and a dangerously shameless Alpha who keeps looking at him like "running away again" is no longer an available option. Between handcuffs and heartbeats, duty and desire, and a past that refuses to stay buried, some loves do not end. They just wait. And Shubman Gill? He has waited long enough.

Offcourse ishaman🌝 Summary~~ Not yet , but getting there

" just stop following me will you " - ishan kishan " I'm just following my goal ! what's wrong? - shubman gill Started- 22/08/2025 Ending - 06/10/2025 This is a work inspired by real people. The story includes both imagined and altered events for creative storytelling. It should not be taken as a factual representation of anyone's real life. Not for softies the story is filled with manipulations and power. #smut warning #ishman #shubish #ishan #shubman

This is a sweeping saga of healing through obsession, where an angel with a heart of gold wanders into the lair of a scarred, "monster" billionaire. It's a journey from the brutal streets of Bihar to a gilded Mumbai mansion, where a simple job as a caretaker turns into a possessive, dark, and soul-consuming romance that proves even the most shattered heart can be mended by a love that refuses to look away.

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

In the lost corridors of St.Mary's College ,two Starboys of opposite section found eachother but not as soulmates or bestfriends RIVALS. Academic. Sports. Built RIVALS. "Hate is a strong word and I mean each letter of it." "You say it as if it's sound affects me."

A take on ishman tieing them in knot.