The King of Hell doesn't do mercy. He doesn't do love. And he definitely doesn't do humans. But when Perth-the cold, sarcastic ruler of the Underworld-comes to the human realm to hunt down a traitor who dared to meddle in mortal affairs, his mission is interrupted by something far more dangerous than Hell's fugitives... A florist. 🌹 Santa Pongsapak is quiet, polite, and impossibly composed-a man who has known loss, yet still finds beauty in fragile petals and fleeting blooms. He co-owns a little flower shop with his elder brother Dunk, blissfully unaware that Hell itself has been keeping an eye on his street. Until one night, he walks down the wrong alley... and locks eyes with the King of Hell. Humans aren't supposed to survive meeting his gaze. Santa doesn't just survive-he forges a soul tether with him. 🌹 Now, all Hell is literally breaking loose. The King can't stay away, Santa refuses to bow to him, and the Underworld is buzzing with rumors about its ruler's new human "weakness." Between the shadows of Hell and the scent of roses, their worlds begin to intertwine in ways neither can control-dangerous, intoxicating, and impossible to break. He's the Devil who hates Heaven. He's the human who believes in God. And neither is ready for what this bond will do to them... 🌹 Romantic. 🌹 Chaotic. 🌹 Sinfully addictive @All rights reserved

Perth's been working for as long as he can remember, so he's had his fair share of managers handling his portfolio since he first started. He'd like to think that he's maintained a pleasant and professional relationship with most of them, even if 1 or 2 has left quite the awful taste in his mouth. But now, he thinks he's found a favorite - Santa. Ta. Hopefully in the future - teerak or ter, but hey, he's digressing.

Title: "The Boy Who Taught the Mafia to Love" Synopsis In the shadows of Mumbai's underworld, where blood money buys loyalty and love is considered weakness, two lives are forced together by an arranged marriage. On one side stands Raghav Malhotra, 32, the cold, ruthless Mafia Boss who built his empire from betrayal and corpses. He doesn't believe in emotions, nor does he allow anyone close enough to touch his scarred heart. To him, marriage is nothing more than a deal, another transaction sealed with blood. On the other side is Aarav Mehta, 18, the soft, innocent boy who has only known neglect and cruelty from his family. Cute, naïve, and untouched by the world's dirt, he is sold off by his greedy parents for money to the very man people whisper about with fear-Raghav. But what happens when a marriage born of cold calculation slowly turns into something else? When two broken souls, scarred in different ways, collide under the same roof, can the heart that forgot how to feel beat again? This is a story of danger, obsession, slow-burning desire, healing, and love forged in the darkness. ----- Aarav was walking at beach when a foreign girl come towards him and started to ask about something and then she grabbed Aarav's hand smiling sweetly and Aarav shocked looked at her and then he said something the poor girl never thought someone will say" chor behen Mera pati maar dega tereko" ( leave me sister my husband will kill you.)

It's a bl,so please read if you are comfortable with it. I'm not gonna tell you anything about the story 😅.I want you to read it.Trust me,you'll love this!!💗

Aarav is rainlight - soft hands, stormy eyes, laughter like temple bells. He lives simply, dances in the monsoons, and prays in silence for peace. He has nothing to do with the underworld. And he wants nothing from it. But someone is watching him. A man born in blood, carved from brutality, and crowned in sin. Aleksandr Volkhov - the most feared Russian mafia lord - is captivated. Not just by Aarav's beauty, but by his goodness. His peace. His refusal to break. He should've walked away. He didn't. Now Aarav is a prayer Aleksandr repeats in the dark. A name he carves into skin. A sin he is willing to commit again and again - until the world kneels before him. But Aarav isn't weak. He sees the shadows growing around him. And he begins to push back. Because if Aleksandr is willing to burn the world for him... Aarav is willing to fight it. ---

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Journey of seven brothers falling and understanding love with their bestest teacher of love ✨️ their bhais lover✨️

Rajveer looked at the boy up and down slowly, eyes lazily drinking in every inch of this unexpected gift from waheguru ji. "Itne nazuk hath, Itna soft skin, aur itni komal body... Tu ladka hi hai na?" "You-what the hell?!, Leave me you idiot!" the boy burst out, trying to wriggle free from those iron arms, outrage blooming across his face. And that's how the two opposite hearts collided. But can a pind boy and a city prince find a place in the world where their hearts can beat freely? PS - Contains Mature content, read at your own risk.

❛ 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐀𝐦 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 ❜ 𝙎𝙖𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙠𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙖 𝙥𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙥𝙞 𝙠𝙖 𝙣𝙖𝙖𝙢! Book One Of 'Throne Of Wives Trilogy' 𝙈𝘼𝘼𝙉 ♡ 𝙆𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙑𝙄 "Dur rahiye mujhse nafrat karti hu mai aapse" , She screamed. "Thakurani sa koi apni saans se dur rah sakta hai bhala?" , He said and kissed her forehead. 𝘼𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙉 ♡ 𝙆𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙎𝙃 "Karib aaoge mere to tabahi ka alam dekhoge" , she said smilingly. "Jab tumhare ishq me hum tabah ho hi gaye hai to thoda aur sahi" , He said with smirk. Top #3 in India - 7 | 08 | 2025 Top #2 in India - 8 | 08 | 2025

𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐑𝐀 , 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠-𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫, 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬. 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐋, 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲, 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥? 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐲,𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐞. 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐮𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐬 - 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 ?