ShubmanxIshan
The first time Ishan saw that memory, he was six.
It came in a dream so vivid it felt like he had lived it.
He was standing in the middle of a dimly lit palace corridor, his heart racing.
A boy with dark hair and warm brown eyes stood in front of him, smiling as he tucked a stray flower behind Ishan's ear.
"You always look better with flowers," the boy murmured, voice thick with affection.
Ishan didn't know him. But in the dream, his heart ached for him like he had known him for lifetimes.
And thenâscreaming.
The warmth in those eyes faded into pain. Blood bloomed across the boy's chest, staining his white robes red.
Ishan looked down, hands shaking, only to realize he was the one holding the dagger.
"Noâ" His own voice cracked as he reached for the boy, catching him just as his body gave way.
The boy smiled even as his life slipped away. He lifted a trembling hand to touch Ishan's face.
"I'll always find you again," he whispered.
Ishan woke up screaming.
Years passed, but the memory never left.
As he grew older, more flashes came.
A quiet moment by a river, where the boyâno, the young manâlaughed as he pulled Ishan into the water.
A moonlit garden where their fingers intertwined, hidden from the world. A soft whisper in the dead of night:
"I love you."
Ishan never understood why he saw these things, why his heart yearned for a person he had never met.
Until one day, he realized something terrifying.
It wasn't a dream.
It was a memory.
Someone was out there, Someone he had loved before, someone he had lost.
And if that person existed, then he had to find him.
So Ishan searched. Through old records, historical archives, and every face in every crowd. He didn't even have a nameâonly a feeling.
A soul-shattering pull that told him, He's close.
But what Ishan didn't know was that the person he soughtâWas running from him.
Shubman had stopped believing in fate long ago.
It was cruel. A twisted joke of the universe, forcing him to relive the same story, over and over.
Each time, he found Ishan.
Each time, they fell in love.
Each time, Ishan killed him.
Not out of hatred. Not out of betrayal.
But because fate demanded it.
And worse than the pain of dyingâwas the agony of watching Ishan break every time.
His love, his everything, the one who always swore to protect him, forced to take his life with his own hands.
And when Shubman died, he carried with him the last thing he always sawâIshan's devastated eyes, filled with a grief deeper than death itself.
So this time, Shubman made a choice.
He would never let Ishan find him.
Because if he didâif their souls touched againâthe cycle would start anew.
But fate was cruel in another way, too.Because despite everything, Ishan found him.
A crowded street. A fleeting glance.And suddenly, time collapsed.
Shubman froze. He had spent years hiding, making sure Ishan never saw him, never remembered. But now, as Ishan's eyes locked onto him, he knewâ
It was over.
Ishan didn't hesitate. He crossed the street in three long strides, grabbing Shubman's wrist before he could disappear.
"You," Ishan breathed, his voice trembling. "It's you."
Shubman swallowed hard. He had to deny it. Had to lie, had to push him away before it was too late.
But then Ishan's fingers brushed against his skin.
And everything came crashing down.
The memories, the love, the loss.
Ishan gasped, staggering back as if he had been struck.
His hands clutched his head, his breath turning ragged as lifetimes of grief and love poured into him. Shubman didn't move.
He had seen this before. The moment of remembrance. The heartbreak that always followed.
Ishan looked up, and Shubman wished he hadn't. Because those were the same devastated eyes he had seen every time before.
"You remember," Shubman said softly, his voice breaking.
Ishan clenched his fists. His entire body was shaking.
"This time," Ishan whispered, "I won't let it happen."
Shubman's breath hitched. "Ishan, don'tâ"
"I am not killing you again." Ishan's voice was firm, unyielding. "I don't care what fate wants. I don't care what's supposed to happen. I will not lose you again."
Shubman had heard it before. But this time.....
This time, something in Ishan's eyes was different.
This time, he wasn't just saying it. He was fighting for it.
Fate tried to test him.It always did.
A stormy night. A dagger in Ishan's hand, the same one that had taken Shubman's life in every past existence.
But this time, when the moment cameâ
Ishan turned the blade on himself instead.
Shubman's eyes went wide in horror. "NO!"
But Ishan only smiled, his eyes soft. "If fate wants a life, it can have mine. I will never take yours again."
And just like thatâ
The cycle shattered.
The End.
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ð¬ð¬ How was it??? I was boredð.