Once a model the world adored, Ishan now lives in the silent corners of a sprawling house, raising a child who isn't his by blood but entirely his by heart. His husband, Hardik aka the country's cricketing hero, controls the home with soft words and...
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Heyyo everyone, this is my first time writing a Story
It is gonna be filled with angst . Please Shower your love in form of votes and comments. They would mean a lot to me. So without wasting any further time, let's Begin I hope you like my story.
ISHAN PANDYA
26, Ex model, house husband
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Ishan is the kind of beauty that makes people pause, even if he's forgotten it himself.
A former model with soft features and tired eyes, he carries the grace of someone who once lived under bright lights, now dimmed by years of quiet neglect.
His shoulders curve inward, like he's learned to make himself smaller for the sake of keeping peace.
His voice is gentle, always careful, always soft, like he's apologizing for taking up space.
He moves around the house like a ghost who knows every corner by memory: packing tiffins, folding laundry, caring for a child who feels like the only pure thing left in his life.
Ishan aches for love, not in a dramatic way, but in the quiet, desperate way people do when they've convinced themselves they don't deserve it.
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