Historias de Ishmanff

Heyyy!! Hellow ad welcome back to ISHMAN-verse. This is a ishman fic based on a Faerie world of Elphame where Queen Mab still rules. Ishan is a son of two handsome and hardworking men but he was stolen from the human world and was forced to live in the world of the Faes. He grew up in Elphame and learned a lot about the faeries until a he stumbled upon a dark young prince who upturned everything Ishan knew throughout his whole life, even stuffs about himself. And now the crown of a Fae court might be in danger because of another prince who exists off the charts of the Royal High Library. Will Ishan finally find his place amongst the Fae or does he truly belong to the mortal world?

A bunch of ishman oneshots having every thing you need..from romance to revenge, from enemy to lovers, from longing to meeting, from friends to strangers...

Rejection is not in your choice..Be mine or be dead.

Title: "When the Heart Misses a Beat" Shubman Gill hated Ishan Kishan. Or so he told himself. He hated how Ishan smiled too brightly, giggled too sweetly, how his laugh could echo in the entire practice ground like some kind of infectious happiness. He hated how Ishan wore his heart on his sleeve, how he was loud and lively and everything Shubman couldn't be. But most of all... he hated how his chest twisted weirdly whenever Ishan looked at him with those sparkly eyes and called him "Gill bhai." It wasn't hate. But Shubman didn't know that. One afternoon during a particularly intense practice, Shubman was frustrated-angry at the world, at himself, at how Ishan's laughter had followed him all day like an annoying ringtone he couldn't silence. As the bowler came in, Shubman swung his bat with too much force, too much fury-CRACK! The ball soared off his bat-not towards the boundary, but toward the dugout. Where Ishan was standing. He didn't even have time to react. It hit him square in the head. Blood. Screams. The sound of people running. Shubman's heart stopped.