Between The Venom And Verses [Ishman] [Shubish]

Everyone loved Ishan.
He was the golden boy - the sunshine everyone adored. Sweet, harmless, untouchable.
Harmless... until it came to Shubman Gill.
Shubman managed to crawl under his skin like no one else could. He could breathe wrong, and Ishan would still see red. He hated him, and the world knew it.
What the world didn't know was why.
The venom between them ran deeper than anyone could imagine - from classrooms to cricket pitches, from childhood to fame, their hate only grew. They could never do anything right in each other's eyes, and somewhere between rivalry and silence, resentment turned into something darker.
Then one day, Ishan found a diary.
He opened it - not to pry, just to see who it belonged to. But instead of a name, the first thing he saw written inside was his own.
Ishan.
The letters stared back at him in bold, unflinching ink.
Whose diary was this? Why was his name inside it?
And most importantly... should he keep reading?
Because once he did, nothing - not his hatred, not his beliefs, not even his heart - would ever stay the same.

(This story contains emotional and psychological themes that may not be suitable for all readers. Reader discretion advised.)