Topishan Stories

Ishan is a mess - but he's a mess Shubman is ready to claim. My Dissonance is a story about fate, quiet devotion, and loving someone who has never learned how to be loved.

Shubman and Ishan's secret love deepens on a rainy night, leading to Shubman's unexpected pregnancy. Facing fierce opposition from Shubman's father, Ishan hides Shubman with the help of trusted confidants. Declared missing to the world, Shubman lives in incognito, spending most of his pregnancy in quiet seclusion.

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The world didn't end with an explosion. It ended at 4:17 PM in a college corridor. A failed biological experiment. A virus that was supposed to make humans stronger. Instead, it turned them into monsters. Students trapped. Army outside. Secrets buried in a laptop no one was meant to find. Ishan was bitten. He didn't die. Shubman hated him. And the only person who notices the change first... is the one who never wanted to look at him. Until the day he realized the only thing more dangerous than the infected... was losing him. In a city where love is weakness and survival is brutal, some hearts refuse to stop beating.

Ishan x shubman Abhishek x mayank top x bottom it's all about secrets

Step into the clandestine world of Ishan and Shubman, where love is shrouded in secrecy. Engaged in the opulent realms of business and cricket, their story unfolds like a well-guarded mystery. Navigate the enigmatic twists of playful banter, impromptu dates, and hidden intimacies, all set against the backdrop of societal expectations and fame's spotlight. As the narrative unravels, uncover the secrets, sacrifices, and resilience that define their regal love. This hidden romance promises readers an intriguing journey into the mysterious and captivating realms of Ishan and Shubman's concealed yet profound connection.

Many of you wanted Bottom Shub so this will only have that.. and please, don't read if you don't like Bottom Shubman and don't spread any hate. There's a seperate Oneshot book I have made for Bottom Ishu so you can always read that. Updating both of them Open to requests (Bottom Shub here) 😚 Love y'all

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A love story written in moonlight... and ruined by hunger. 🍗🌕 --- 🎶 [Soft whispering wind. Silver moonlight on marble. Slow heartbeat sound.]* Narrator (whisper): "Every century... the Moon calls her children. Five empires rise - 🔥 Fire, 🌊 Water, 🌿 Earth, 🌪️ Air, 🐺 Wolves - And one heir of light waits for his fated Alpha." (A glowing figure - Shubman - dances beneath a rain of stars, silver chains glinting on his wrists.) Shubman (softly): "If love is fate... let fate find me." 💫 --- 🌕 [A beat drop. The drums of the Swayamvara begin.] Priestess (shouting): "The one who lifts the Moon's Sword shall rule beside her heir!" ⚔️ (Warriors shout. Magic burns. Flowers explode mid-air. A slow-motion dance of blades.) Then - silence. Camera pans. There's Ishan. Not glowing. Not dramatic. Just sitting. Eating a chicken leg. 🍗😐 Aaditi (whispering): "My lord... maybe don't eat during the sacred ritual?" Ishan: "If the Moon wanted me to fight hungry, she should've scheduled this after dinner." 😌

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top ishan bottom shubman...... shub : where is my birthday gift( 10 year old boy said showing his dimple smile🙂) ishan : i don't have anything to give you shubhie😔( 12 year old ishan) . . . . . . . . . . ishan : how can you kiss me 😳 . . . . . . shub : because you save me from bad boys😊and mummy say if you love someone we kiss them on there lips....has my mummy love dadda so she kiss dadda......( said innocently) . . . . . . ishan : but i'm not your dadda then??? . . . . . . shub : you silly, my mumma kiss dadda because she is mumma's hubby..m and i kiss you means your MY HUBBY..... . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . ishan : you lift me shub💔i'm all along......i wish you never lift me shub has my parents lift me along......you must happy in your life aren't you..( said while hugging there small picture) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . shub : i'm sorry hubby, pls don't hate your shubhie...i'm coming hubby this time no one can separate us not even our destiny😈 . . . . . . . . . . care, happiness,effection turn into love, the two innocent boys fall for each other.....they can't leave without each other. but separate for 15year.... one is hell rich and other his orphan the one who live in luxury manssion a villa... and other one live in small orphan.... the one can get anything he want money,fame,car etc... and other can't...... . . . . . . . . . . . . .

✨ Description: A tipsy night of dancing turns into something far hotter when Shubman and Ishan get tangled in music, alcohol, and each other. What begins as a teasing sway to Nashe Si Chadh Gayi spirals into a full-blown, breath-stealing, forehead-touching, waist-grabbing night-drunk laughs, flirty whispers, lingering touches, and messy kisses. From the dance floor to the couch, from steamy heat to soft morning-after cuddles, their night unfolds in waves of playful chaos and melted-together intimacy. A story of two idiots drunk on music, beer, and mostly... each other. 😏🔥

Ishan Kishan is a name that commands fear - a powerful mafia boss, untouchable and ruthless, with an empire built on control, power, and intimidation. Shubman Gill, in stark contrast, runs a quaint little café, filling the world with warmth, laughter, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee. When their families arrange a marriage to unite power and influence, they're forced into the perfect public image: the golden couple. To the world, they're flawless - smiles, hand-holding, magazine covers. But behind closed doors? They loathe each other. Amidst sarcastic bickering, late-night coffee breaks, stolen soft moments, and a begrudging care they can't admit, the line between hate and love begins to blur. Can the cold, dangerous world of a mafia boss and the gentle warmth of a café owner ever collide into something real... or will their differences destroy them first?

A series of one-shots featuring bottom Shubman Gill - from soft moments to steamy encounters, each story explores a different side of him."

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Before time, before gods, before mercy... there was him - the boy who burned Heaven just to feel warm. --- 👑 Shubman Gill - heir of the Infernal Throne. Feared by angels 😇. Worshipped by demons 👹. His beauty was a curse, his heart - a frozen grave. He did not feel, he destroyed. He did not love, he ruled. Hell called him their king... Heaven called him their sin. ⚡🔥 But even the Devil cannot escape destiny. A prophecy whispered across realms - "The one born of light and filth shall bear creation's spark." And so, the Primordial Darkness awoke 🩸, laughing through collapsing stars 🌌 "He belongs to me." --- 🌹 Far away on Earth 🌍 lives Ishan Pandey soft, messy-haired, book-hugging nerd 🩵✨ By day - shy boy By night - flirty, chaotic dreamer reading forbidden tales 📚🔥 He giggles at fantasies, unaware he is one. --- 🌕 Deep under the forgotten temples, the immortal witch Agnisara opens her eyes after 100,000 years 🐍🕯️ "The balance is breaking again... the stars repeat their sins." She finds Ishan - the mortal with the same soul that once destroyed the realms. She gives him a crimson flower 🌹 glowing with fate. "Say his name thrice, child. Let destiny hear you." Ishan laughs, thinking it's a silly curse - and whispers softly into the night: "Shubman... Shubman... Shubman..." 💨 The earth stills. Candles shatter. Heaven stops breathing. Hell listens. When dawn rises - he isn't alone. 🔥 A man lies beside him, naked and divine. Golden eyes. Wings of shadow. Their hands bound by a red ribbon - glowing, alive. The King of Hell has answered. 👑💋 Shubman (coldly): "You called my name, mortal." Ishan (stammering): "You- you're naked- why are you- what is this ribbon?!" Shubman (smirking): "Fate just made you my husband " Agnisara watches from the veil, her smile dangerous. "The game begins again... after a hundred thousand years." 🌑 Will love heal the realms... or finis

top ishan (assistant) power bottom shubman ( CEO ) shub : hey don't you feel ashamed when someone is flirting with your wife infront of you Mr ishan kishan??? Abhishek: what wife?? Ishan why didn't you tell me that you are already marriaged you bastard 😤 ishan: I'm sorry sir 😔

They are the definition of opposites attract - one's ice, the other's fire; one's silence, the other's endless chatter. Together? A storm that somehow feels like home.

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