Short stories on Ishman and other ICT ships that I like. | primarily: Ishan Kishan x Shubman Gill | Requests are open!

Phool Aur Patjhad (Flowers and Fall) (a gentle story of changing seasons, growing love, and finding family)

Ishman + Abhiyank Enjoy 😌

An Ishman and Abhiyank Dark Horror Story "A new city. A fresh start. But some secrets are far too expensive to run away from..." A sudden move from the buzzing streets of Mumbai to the secluded outskirts of Kerala was supposed to be a fresh chapter for Shubman and Ishan A double-salary job, a new university, and an impossibly cheap, sprawling apartment to call home. But cheap rent always comes with a hidden cost. And in a house that feels far too quiet, some doors were never meant to be opened.

What if there are more than one world? What if the lines between love and friendship is thinner than one expects? What if the Universe gives you a push? OR, Ishman's story of finding a home together!!

Two people who show their care with small gestures, never dared to talk openly... then got separated.. but the universe plays it's cards.. they again meet.. and this time they confess and decide to stay ❤️

< ISHAN > "His innocent, bubbly smile is just an illusion... hidden behind it is the lethal fire of Kalaripayattu, capable of snapping a neck in the blink of an eye." < SHUBMAN > "He isn't just a man; he is the king of this jungle... even in his silence, there lies a terrifying pull that brings humanity to its knees." < MAYANK > ​"Your 6-foot frame and heavy biceps mean absolutely nothing against my 'Enter' key... so keep your distance, fighter." < ABHISHEK > ​"Shubman handles the intellect and strategy... my job is simply to break bones, and I do that with a smile." < ROHIT > "A gang doesn't just mean bloodshed and vengeance... a gang means family, and I will personally chop off every single hand raised against mine." < VIRAT > ​"Being the elder heir of Singhvansh is my destiny... but standing in front of him makes me realize that even I need someone to hold me." < HARDIK > ​"The law and orders of this gang belong to Rohit alone... I'm just the sledgehammer that shatters enemy walls at a single nod from him." < RAHUL > "There is no room for weakness in the Singhvansh realm... showing a tough exterior is a necessity for me, but for the ones I love, my heart always melts like wax." A/N >>>> ​"Hey everyone! This is my first attempt at writing a full story. Please go easy on me, and let me know what you think in the comments!"

प्यारा फूल मेरा मुरझा के खो गया कहाँ? ऐसी आग उठी कि सब कुछ हो गया धुआँ लगी हो जैसे ख़ुशियों को नज़र

After the death of his wife Lakhwinder Gill finds it impossible to raise his son into a perfect man to be fit into the high society they live in but he found a perfect puppet for it , Ishan Kishan was a orphan they met at a charity function , apparently his bratty son listened to everything the little boy said to him so Lakhwinder took Ishan into his wings only for his son's sake Shubman Gill followed everything Ishan Kishan said to him weather it was getting proper education, learning etiquette of the high society, becoming a champion in polo club , getting admission into Hampton University and flying abroad for four years of graduation and at the end marrying the Chief minister's daughter Everything was happening perfectly then Ishan Kishan vanished from the Gill mansion and Shubman Gill went into a accident that lead him to forget about his past It took Ishan seven years to get his life together as a doctor in Mumbai's city hospital and his life was stable where he was living peacefully until one day his hospital decided to set up a doctor camp in punjab's village where people couldn't afford medical treatment. Ishan thought it would be nothing as everyone must have forgot about him and move on their lives and why would the Punjabi elite family ever visit a underprivileged village Only if he would know that life is bitch who loves to play fate games to entertain itself...

Prince Ishan of Chandrakot spent his entire life being treated like a prophecy. Samrat Shubman of Suryagarh spent his proving that prophecies could bleed. One was raised beneath blessings, temple bells, and silk curtains. The other clawed his way to a throne through blood and fire. When war threatens to swallow Chandrakot, Ishan makes a choice no one should have to make. He agrees to become the Samragini of Suryagarh. A bride. A peace offering. A sacrifice wrapped in royal silk. The marriage is meant to stop a war. Instead, it creates a very different kind of disaster. Because the divine prince of Chandrakot is nothing like the world expected-too curious for his own safety, too soft-hearted for politics, and far too comfortable irritating the most feared emperor alive. And Shubman? Shubman was prepared for rebellion. Prepared for betrayal. Prepared to conquer another kingdom. He was not prepared for Ishan. Not for the smiling prince who walks into danger as though it personally offended him. Not for the healer who treats wounded strangers before asking their names. Not for the maddening warmth of being seen as something other than a monster. And certainly not for the growing realization that the only person who has never feared him... might also become the only one capable of ruining him completely. Now a ruthless Samrat and his reluctant Samragini are trapped in a marriage built on duty, watched by kingdoms that expect peace and gods that seem suspiciously entertained by the whole arrangement. After all, history has witnessed many disasters. But forcing a lonely healer and a stone-hearted conqueror to share a palace might be the gods' favorite one yet. A story of moonlight and madness, war and warmth, sharp banter, hidden loneliness, reluctant devotion, possessive love, quiet healing, and two people who were never supposed to fall in love-especially not this badly.