Vivaan Kashyap has spent a decade perfecting one skill: staying out of Aviraj's way. Don't go upstairs. Don't ask questions. Don't give him a reason to look twice. But some things can't stay hidden in a house this big - not when the head of the family wants the two polar opposites together. •••••••°••••°••••••• I don't know if he was angry, exactly, or just pissed off - but my sixth sense was screaming at me to back off. "Avi bhai..." I whispered, my eyes dropping to his hand, clenched so hard around itself that blood had started to well up between his fingers. "Bhai, aapke haath..." (Bhai, your hand...) "Why the fuck are you so bent on going against my word, Vivaan?" he growled, and my back hit the wall before I even registered moving. I swallowed hard, throat working around nothing. "I did ask Vihaan bhai. I'm sorry, bhai, please - yahan kuch mat kariye." (Please don't do anything here.) I countered, begging. I still had a reputation to protect. A sliver of dignity I was determined not to lose completely, not here, not in front of everyone. "Yeh naachna gaana hi sirf pasand hai?" (Is dancing and singing really all you care about?) he said, gripping my jaw - firm, but not cruel, which was somehow worse. "Bahut shauq hai tumhe naachne ka?" (You really have such a taste for dancing, don't you?) His voice told me, clearer than any shout could have, that I was thoroughly, completely finished. I couldn't say anything. My lips stayed sealed, my throat gone dry and useless. I'd forgotten - foolishly, completely - that I had just woken the one thing in this house I'd spent years learning never to provoke. "Nacho," (Dance,) he said. "Inse ek kamarband bhi le lo aur dil khol kar nacho. Main bhi dekhna chahta hoon kitna achha nachte ho tum." (Take a waistband from them too, and dance with your whole heart. I want to see for myself just how well you dance.) "Bhai..." My eyes stung.

< ISHAN > "His innocent, bubbly smile is just an illusion... hidden behind it is the lethal fire of Kalaripayattu, capable of snapping a neck in the blink of an eye." < SHUBMAN > "He isn't just a man; he is the king of this jungle... even in his silence, there lies a terrifying pull that brings humanity to its knees." < MAYANK > ​"Your 6-foot frame and heavy biceps mean absolutely nothing against my 'Enter' key... so keep your distance, fighter." < ABHISHEK > ​"Shubman handles the intellect and strategy... my job is simply to break bones, and I do that with a smile." < ROHIT > "A gang doesn't just mean bloodshed and vengeance... a gang means family, and I will personally chop off every single hand raised against mine." < VIRAT > ​"Being the elder heir of Singhvansh is my destiny... but standing in front of him makes me realize that even I need someone to hold me." < HARDIK > ​"The law and orders of this gang belong to Rohit alone... I'm just the sledgehammer that shatters enemy walls at a single nod from him." < RAHUL > "There is no room for weakness in the Singhvansh realm... showing a tough exterior is a necessity for me, but for the ones I love, my heart always melts like wax." A/N >>>> ​"Hey everyone! This is my first attempt at writing a full story. Please go easy on me, and let me know what you think in the comments!"

What was once buried in quiet pain will return as truth, heartbeats no longer hidden, but felt, heard, and lived louder and bolder than ever

I don't know what should I give as a description 🙂. It only contained smuts. Top : Shubman Bottom : Ishan

People say arrange marriages are scary. ""What if this? What if that?..."" But what if I tell you that love marriages are even scarier...? Shubman was Ishan's college bully, until hostility slowly turned into an unexpected closeness. One mistake-and a devastating misunderstanding-shattered everything. Believing himself betrayed, Shubman chose revenge over forgiveness. When Ishan's lover abandoned him, Shubman married Ishan out of spite, binding them in a cold, loveless marriage. Trapped together, resentment lingers-but so do unresolved feelings. As the truth surfaces and walls begin to fall, anger gives way to warmth, and love finds its way back. A slow-burn romance of hurt, healing, and second chances. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> "You're my second moon...!" Ishan said, a voice full of emotions. Shubman softly kissed his forehead, "And you are my 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 moon!" <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> ...A cold marriage revenge to love plot...

# Update once in a week. (Saturday or Sunday ) * "I hate you, ishan fucking kishan" " ohh!! congratulations feeling is mutual, gill" .... " Be careful, ishan" " Uhmm....you are scaring me, gill.what happened to your homophobic ass ? " ..... "Please, don't leave me ishh " " I won't, shub " ..... A love story of two high schoolers. Who found each other after going through hate, confusion, bullying, homophobia. A love story, which is beyond any judgement because the heart wants, what it wants. ⚠️⚠️ 1.Mature Language and scenes. 2.Bullying and violence. 3. Trauma and suicidal behaviour mentioned. 4.. This story is an imagination. I write what my mind creates.

"Abhishek Sharma bumped into mayank markande, and the rest is history ".

Ishan Kishan never thought he'd fall for his professor. At first, it was harmless, showing up to every class, actually doing the readings for once, making sure his hand was the first one raised. He liked the attention Professor Shubman Gill gave him-quiet, subtle, never too much, but always there. A glance held longer than necessary. A question that felt a little too personal. Praise that stayed with him longer than it should've. From finishing his assignments on time to casually walking past Shubman's office more than needed, it was all just a game. A thrill. Until suddenly... it wasn't. Until he realized he was watching the clock just to see him again. Until he started caring too much about what Shubman thought of him. Until that attention wasn't enough anymore. Ishan was never meant to fall for him. And Shubman was never supposed to look back. But some rules are easier to break when love starts to feel like the only truth between them.

A stripper will always be a stripper - I am disgusting...... I am ugly...... I am only a stripper....... I will never be good enough for anyone - can you please help me? - no... never for a person like you - ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ where jimin was a college student, do part time job as a stripper in a gay club ' MAGIC SHOP GAY CLUB ' Jungkook, rich, handsome but a shameless brat who only love his family and his so called girlfriend. what will happen when Jungkook forced to marry jimin as per his parents request? will jungkook accept him or not? will jungkook ever love him? will jimin ever get to loved by his husband to whom he fall in love in first sight? will jimin ever get chance to gain his respect in front of world or in front of his husband or....... will he always be a stripper? ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ ⚠ WARNING!!!⚠ Contain mature content: _Fluff_ _Depression/Depressive thoughts_ _Suicide Attempt_ _violence_ _selfharm_ _self-hatred and talk_ _smut_ _triggered chapters_ Some chapters can be triggering so you have every right to stop at the moment or skip the part. ⭐ If you feel uncomfortable with any of chapters then you can skip it, please. ⭐ I have all rights of mine story or FF so, please respect and even if you find it somewhere or another story which is similar to this then it will be entirely coincidence. ⭐you are all loved by everyone.. Always remember it because in this FF, high trigger language is used which can hurt anyone so I am saying it again, please skip the parts or chapters.

In which both Park Jimin, a 20 year old and Jeon Jungkook, a 22 year old are forced to get married because of their parents. Jimin starts to fall in love with Jungkook but what he didn't expect that Jungkook was already in love with someone else and had a girlfriend. WARNINGS!! -Gay marriage & stuff -Mpreg -Marital abuse - smut -Emotional shit -Angst -Lazy and a bad writer -Other ships- TaeJin / Yoonseok / NamSon (Namjoon & Jackson)