Where We Belong(Ishman)
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Ishan clung to Shubman's leg like a terrified kitten. His small hands trembled. His cheeks were red. His voice... broken. "Shub... Shub... don't go. Please. Don't leave me. Don't leave your biwi alone..." He hiccupped, pulling Shubman's shirt desperately. "You are my husband... maa said you are my husband. No husband leaves their biwi. Please don't leave me, Shub..." Shubman forced himself to stand, to walk toward the car. Every step felt like punishment. Ishan staggered after him, crying, voice cracking: "SHUB DON'T GO! DON'T LEAVE YOUR BIWI" And then Shubman heard the small thud his tiny biwi on the ground, arms reaching out for him, sobbing like someone ripped his whole world away "Stop The Car." The vehicle had hardly gone ten meters. Shubman pushed the door . He ran .his heart pounding, breath shaking. Ishan saw him. Tiny legs scrambling, he ran too, stumbling, crying harder. They met in the middle Ishan practically crashed into Shub. Shubman dropped to his knees, hugging him so tightly as if the world was ending. "No husband leaves his partner," Ishan sobbed against his neck. "Shub, don't go. Don't go. Don't leave your biwi..." Shubman's arms wrapped around him with a protectiveness too deep for his age. His voice was low, trembling, raw. "I won't leave you. Not now. Not tomorrow. Not in this life, baby." Lakhwinder stepped closer. "Shubman... he will calm down. You must..." Shubman lifted his head. And for the first time in his life, he defied his father openly. "I am not leaving him." His eyes were dark, steady, unmovable. "Where my biwi is i will be there. even if it is heaven, hell, or graveyard ,I will go there. I will stay there. I will not leave him. Ever." A chill ran through the entire family. They suddenly understood This wasn't childish affection. Not pity. Not guilt. This was something deeper. Something that ran through his veins like destiny carved into bone
Wedded By Headlines ft Ishman
"Marry me" Shubhman says, voice low, eyes cold. "It'll shut them up" Ishan laughs "Are you serious?" "Deadly" "But you don't love me!" Says ishan. "I won't even bother to do that" Shubham sighs, glaring at him "This is temporary...just for our career" But no one knows when the fake kisses blurred into real feelings. And Shubhman found it hard to process that whether he's faking this marriage or faking how much he doesn't care. That's it for here ~ Read more to know more ~ By Kristy.
Ajeeb ishq
Translated . Ajeeb ishq , ajeej Aashiq - Strange love , Special lover Warning: It's a ff , imaginary story so kindly take it as one . And please read the tags clearly
the unseen Boundary
Title: The Unseen Boundary ( mpreg) Plot: Shubman Gill and Ishan Kishan have been inseparable since their early cricketing days-best friends, roommates, and each other's biggest supporters. Their bond is effortless, filled with playful banter, late-night strategy talks, and an unspoken understanding. But everything changes during a high-stakes match when Ishan does something no one expects-he dedicates his match-winning performance to someone else. The media buzzes, their teammates tease, and Shubman finds himself feeling something he never has before-jealousy. At first, he brushes it off as friendly competitiveness, but the growing irritation, possessiveness, and need for Ishan's attention make him question his emotions. Meanwhile, Ishan notices Shubman's strange behavior-his sudden coldness, his lingering stares, and his reluctance to talk about what's bothering him. As tensions rise, a heated confrontation between them finally leads to an unexpected confession. The realization dawns-this isn't just friendship anymore. Their love story unfolds amidst the roaring stadiums, the weight of expectations, and the warmth of a bond that was always meant to be more.Terminé![MR.GILL |SG x IK|[Completed]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/410877053-256-k795758.jpg)
MR.GILL |SG x IK|[Completed]
"I can't... this feels wrong!" "No... this isn't wrong. It's love...Mr.gill..." This story is purely fictional and created for entertainment purposes only. It should not be taken seriously. Only the names of certain individuals are used; all characters, events, personalities, and situations are entirely imaginary and do not represent real people or real-life incidents in any way.Terminé
Tired of being your SHADOW
Ishan never asked for grand gestures-just to be seen. But in Shubman's world, he was nothing more than a shadow, a secret hidden behind closed doors. Their marriage existed in silence, unclaimed and unnoticed... until the day Ishan chose himself. Walking away was supposed to be the end. Instead, it became the beginning of everything Shubman never realized he was losing. Because love isn't about what you feel in private- it's about who you choose in the light. And this time, Ishan won't settle for being hidden again.Terminé
Two of Him
Shubman has a secret no one knows ,not even his best friend Ishan. One heart loves him softly. The other is willing to destroy the world to keep him. Ishan thinks he's falling for one man... when he's really falling for two.
𐙚Ishman Melodies
~Ahoy, gentle hearts~ And so, it begins... From one hopeless 𐙚Ishman꒱ romantic to another...Yes just another heart beating a little faster for themᯓ★ Building a sanctuary for every soul that aches for Ishman's love story- A gc wanted to be add? All free 🧸ྀི ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ ✨ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 ✨ ⋆｡°✩ 𝗜𝘀𝗵𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗴𝘆🎧ྀི ✿ ꒰ 𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 × 𝘎𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘺 ꒱ ♡ 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥 ⋆｡°✩ 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘍𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴, 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘒𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 ✩ 𝘈 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 "𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭" 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘺~ ꕤ 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞... 𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 "I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once." - John Green All this book have "I don't know how I ever lived without you You're my sunshine in the darkest days" vibes🎀 ╰┈➤ 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈... thank you for being here,no soft heart. ꒰ Feel free to dive into my ✧ ishman oneshots ✧꒱ until next time,
What after That?
We all stressed up for our future right? some decide their future themselves while other's what their parents tell them to do so. Well what will going to happen when a nerdy boy meet a backbencher? How things will change for him ? Will they ever be able to friends even? Its an Ishman fic.
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Just ishman being ishman ✨💖
Ishan clung to Shubman's leg like a terrified kitten. His small hands trembled. His cheeks were red. His voice... broken. "Shub... Shub... don't go. Please. Don't leave me. Don't leave your biwi alone..." He hiccupped, pulling Shubman's shirt desperately. "You are my husband... maa said you are my husband. No husband leaves their biwi. Please don't leave me, Shub..." Shubman forced himself to stand, to walk toward the car. Every step felt like punishment. Ishan staggered after him, crying, voice cracking: "SHUB DON'T GO! DON'T LEAVE YOUR BIWI" And then Shubman heard the small thud his tiny biwi on the ground, arms reaching out for him, sobbing like someone ripped his whole world away "Stop The Car." The vehicle had hardly gone ten meters. Shubman pushed the door . He ran .his heart pounding, breath shaking. Ishan saw him. Tiny legs scrambling, he ran too, stumbling, crying harder. They met in the middle Ishan practically crashed into Shub. Shubman dropped to his knees, hugging him so tightly as if the world was ending. "No husband leaves his partner," Ishan sobbed against his neck. "Shub, don't go. Don't go. Don't leave your biwi..." Shubman's arms wrapped around him with a protectiveness too deep for his age. His voice was low, trembling, raw. "I won't leave you. Not now. Not tomorrow. Not in this life, baby." Lakhwinder stepped closer. "Shubman... he will calm down. You must..." Shubman lifted his head. And for the first time in his life, he defied his father openly. "I am not leaving him." His eyes were dark, steady, unmovable. "Where my biwi is i will be there. even if it is heaven, hell, or graveyard ,I will go there. I will stay there. I will not leave him. Ever." A chill ran through the entire family. They suddenly understood This wasn't childish affection. Not pity. Not guilt. This was something deeper. Something that ran through his veins like destiny carved into bone
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