ShubmanXIshan
The silence in the room was suffocating, broken only by the shallow, ragged breaths of Shubman.
His wrists, bound tightly with thick ropes, burned with every slight movement. He clenched his fists, feeling the raw sting as the fibers dug into his skin. His head pounded, the dull ache from whatever blow had knocked him unconscious still lingering.
He opened his eyes to unfamiliar surroundingsâa dim, sparse room with bare walls and a single flickering lightbulb. Panic surged through him.
The door creaked open.
"Ishan!" Shubman gasped, relief flooding his chest. "Thank God, man!! What the hell is this? Why am I tied up? What kind of sick prank is this?"
Ishan Kishan stepped into the room, calm and deliberate. His usual playful demeanor was gone.
Instead, his eyes burned with something far more dangerous. A smirk played at his lips, but it lacked any warmth.
"Relax, Shubi." Ishan's voice was smooth, almost soothing. "You're safe here. With me."
Shubman's eyes narrowed. "What the fuck are you talking about? Untie me! This isn't funny." He twisted his arms violently, wincing at the pain. "I swear, if Siraj or Rishabh put you up to this, I'm going to kill them."
"There's no one else," Ishan said, dragging a chair forward and sitting down across from him. He rested his elbows on his knees, his gaze never leaving Shubman's face. "No Siraj. No Rishabh. Just you and me."
Shubman's heart skipped a beat. "You're serious?"
Ishan tilted his head, a grin spreading wider. "Completely."
"Why?" Shubman demanded, his voice rising. "Why am I tied up? What are you doing?"
"I told you," Ishan whispered. "I kidnapped you."
Shubman's blood ran cold. "You've lost your fucking mind."
"Maybe." Ishan's grin didn't falter. "Or maybe I just finally did what I had to do."
Shubman's breathing quickened, panic clawing at his chest. "Ishan, listen to me. Whatever's going on with you, we can fix it. Just untie me, and we'll talk. Please."
Ishan's eyes softened for a fraction of a second before the hardness returned. "We'll talk," he said. "But first, I need you to agree to a few things."
"Agree to what?"
"Three simple conditions." Ishan held up a hand, counting off with his fingers.
"One," he said, "you're mine. No one else gets to have you. Ever."
Shubman's eyes burned with fury. "I'm not some fucking possession, Ishan!"
"Two." Ishan's voice remained calm, ignoring the outburst. "No more talk of leaving. No trips, no breaks, no space. We stay together."
Shubman's jaw tightened.
"And three." Ishan's eyes darkened. "You cut off Abhishek. Completely."
Shubman stared at him in disbelief. "Abhishek?"
"Yes," Ishan said, his voice low and filled with venom. "Your precious best friend. The one who always clings to you, laughs at your jokes, puts his hands on you like he has a right to."
"You're jealous of Abhishek?" Shubman spat.
Ishan's smile grew cold. "He's in the way."
"Jealousy?" Shubman shook his head, incredulous. "You tied me up because of jealousy? What's wrong with you?"
"It's not just jealousy." Ishan stood abruptly, pacing in front of him. "It's about keeping what's mine. You don't see how he looks at you, but I do. I see the way he tries to take you away from me."
Shubman's voice dropped, filled with cold fury. "You don't own me, Ishan. I'm not a toy you can lock away."
Ishan stopped pacing, his gaze locking onto Shubman's. "You're right," he said softly. "You're not a toy. You're everything. And I won't let anyone take you from me."
Shubman inhaled deeply, fighting to steady his voice. "If you love meâif you really love meâthen untie me. Let me go."
"No."
"Ishanâ"
"I can't," Ishan whispered. "Because if I do, you'll leave. And I can't live without you, Shubi."
Shubman's heart ached at the raw vulnerability in Ishan's voice. But the madness... the obsession... it terrified him.
"You need help," he said carefully. "We can get through this. Together. But this? This isn't love. It's poison."
Tears welled in Ishan's eyes, but he didn't move. His hands trembled as he clenched them into fists. "You're all I have," he said, his voice breaking. "Everyone else leaves. Everyone. But not you. I won't let it happen."
Shubman's voice softened. "I'm not leaving you, Ishan. But you have to let me breathe. Love isn't about chains. It's about trust."
Silence fell. The knife in Ishan's hand slipped from his grip, clattering to the floor. He stumbled back a step, tears streaming down his face.
"I don't know how to stop," he whispered.
Shubman felt the ropes cutting into his wrists, but he no longer cared about the pain. "I'll help you," he promised. "We'll figure it out. Together."
With trembling hands, Ishan reached forward and began untying the knots. His fingers fumbled, but finally, the ropes fell away.
Shubman's arms ached as he brought his hands forward, rubbing his sore wrists. He looked up at Ishanâhis Ishanâand saw the broken boy behind the madness.
"I'm scared," Ishan admitted.
"I am too," Shubman said. He reached out, taking Ishan's hand in his. Their fingers intertwined.
"Don't leave," Ishan whispered.
"I won't," Shubman promised. "But we have to fix this. Together."
The End.
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