Vedant Rathore never imagined that his life would change with a single photograph. When his mother, eager to find him a perfect match, stumbles upon a picture online, she is immediately captivated. The person in the image has delicate features, long hair cascading over their shoulder, and a graceful aura. Convinced that this is fate, she arranges the meeting. Vedant, uninterested in marriage, dismisses the idea-until he sees Yuvan, the person in the photograph. But to his astonishment, Yuvan is not a woman. He is a stunningly beautiful young man, and for the first time, Vedant's heart skips a beat. As their journey unfolds, romance, drama, and heartfelt moments shape their love story, free from misunderstandings but full of passion.

"What if the person you loved belonged to another century?" In the cold halls of 19th century Scotland, some encounters feel like destiny... and some feel like a mistake time will someday correct.

" Ahh..."- a hard slap landed on her left cheek making her head hit the ground. Silence, everything is silence for a minute until a backhand slap landed on his face, never in million no one dared to touched him, Kim Taehyung the Mafia hit by a girl, a girl slapped him, it's not a mare slap, she slapped his manly ego, a ego which is as valuable as a woman's pride. Her eyes are bearing angriness, madness and whereas he shocked, he didn't even turn his head towards her, he balled his fist, shaking in anger as his veins were popped out his neck. Taehyung entangled her brown hair around his fingers and give a tight tug and roared " You have crossed your limit this time. Now you'll know what I can do ." ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' A story of kim Tauhyung , a biggest mafia of South Korea forced her to marry him. Is Y/n can make beat his heart or She'll disappear in his darkness. You'll get of your every answer by reading this story. #2 - pregnant

Top Ratings : #1 bottom ( 15.04.2026) #6 bl ( 25.04.2026 ) #3 top ( 16.05.2026) #3 loveislove ( 17.05.2026 ) #1 British ( 26.05.2026) #1 loveislove ( 31.05.2026 ) "I hate you," he said...his voice trembling with fury. "I hate your voice. I hate the very sound of your breathing." Before he could walk away, fingers curled around his collar, slamming him against the wall. A whisper followed...low, dangerous, and sealed like a dark promise. "It isn't hatred," he murmured. "It's love. Whether you accept it or not." "Lies," came the broken reply. "Everything you've said is a lie." "Yes, I lied," he admitted calmly. "And I'll lie again if I have to. I'll do anything....but I will never let you walk away from me." The cold sting of a syringe pressed into his skin. ~~~~●●●●~~~~~●●●●~~~~~~~~●●●●~~~~~●●●~~ Agniv Mehra, a 24-year-old Indian student, arrives in New York carrying ambition, rebellion, and a past he refuses to speak about. He doesn't follow orders. He never has. Karen Craves, a 32-year-old British professor, is authority personified-controlled, commanding, and dangerously unreadable. Everyone listens to him. Everyone obeys. Except Agniv. Two men.Two secrets. One Line should never meant to be crossed When stubborn defiance collides with ruthless obsession, boundaries blur, lies deepen, and control becomes addictive. Is this love...or something far more merciless? And when the truth finally surfaces... will either of them survive it? Tropes & Themes ●Top Student × Bottom Professor ●Dark Academia ●Power Play ●Age Gap (8 years) ●Mild BDSM ●Lies & Manipulation ●Good Boy Kink ●Indian × British ●Hidden Identities ●Obsession vs Control

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𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒/𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓. [Fetus writing] ──⭒─⭑─⭑─⭒── The omega narrows his eyes, glaring at the alpha while clenching his fists. His husband's lips forms into a full smirk at the expected reaction, eyes gleaming with evilness. "You two would have married and lived happily ever after together. Isn't that you actually wanted? But see, here's the problem" The alpha whispers darkly, drunk eyes crinkling "I couldn't let you go, how can I when you destroyed my happily ever after?" ❚ ❚ ⧽ ✎ In which to seek revenge, a young alpha marries his childhood bestfriend who is accused of being the murderer of his lover. ● boyxboy ● minor character death ● sensitive themes ● heavy angst ● non traditional omegaverse ● implied m-preg ● top tae | bottom kook ꗃ don't like? don't read. we don't welcome toxicity in this household, thankyou.

"Sometimes we call it hate because love would have ruined us." They used to be inseparable... two boys against the world, bound by a friendship that felt like forever... until it shattered. Now, years later, Kairav Sinha is everything people expect, charming, reckless, the college football captain who doesn't believe in staying. And Ishaan Sehgal? He's the opposite, cold, composed, the student president who built walls no one dares to cross. They've learned how to ignore each other. How to walk past without stopping and how to pretend there's nothing left. But when they're forced into the same space again, it doesn't feel like nothing. It feels like unfinished conversations. Like words that were never said.... Like something that never really ended. And maybe it didn't, because the more they try to keep their distance, the harder it gets to ignore the way their eyes linger at each other... the way it stings to see the other with someone else... the way hate starts to feel a little too much like something else. Maybe some things don't fade or leave. Maybe... the boy he learned to hate was always the one he couldn't let go of.

✨💍 Ｓｈｉｖａｍ Ｍａｌｈｏｔｒａ has built an empire, obeyed his parents, and hidden his true self for years. But on the day of his carefully planned arranged marriage, fate delivers 🌑 Ｒｕｄｒａ Ｓｉｎｇｈ Ｒａｊｐｕｔ-a fugitive from the underworld-straight into his wedding closet. 🔥 Desperate to escape a life of lies, Shivam hatches a risky plan: pretend to be in love with Rudra to stop the wedding. 💋 A staged kiss ➝ stolen glances ➝ whispered confessions... What begins as survival spirals into a slow-burning attraction neither of them expected. ⚔️ Between mafia threats, family expectations, and hidden identities- can love survive when the world demands obedience? --- 🌸 Ｔｈｅｍｅｓ ＆ Ｔｒｏｐｅｓ: 🌸 💫 Slow-burn romance 💍 Arranged marriage & fake marriage 🌈 Gay romance / LGBTQ+ identity exploration 🔫 Mafia & underworld tension 🏠 Forced proximity & secret alliances 🚫 Forbidden love vs societal pressure ⚖️ Opposites attract / hidden identity --- Ratings ✨ 💫#1 in desigay (10/11/2025 ) 💫#1 in closetromance (15/11/2025) 💫#1 in fakemarriage (20/11/2025 ) 💫#1 in Indian Wattpad (27/01/2026 ) 💫#1 in lgbtqromance (27/01/2026 ) 💫#4 in desibl (10/11/2025) 💫#3 in romancedrama (30/10/2025 )

HIS PERFECT STRANGER Subtitle: Our Slow Blooms The scent of marigolds was suffocating. The sacred fire was a witness to a union born of a dying man's wish and a living man's despair. Arth looked at his husband-the man he had loved from the shadows for years-and saw only a stranger. A man whose soul was buried in a grave three years ago. "Humne phere le liye hain, Zamindar Ji..." Arth's voice was a fragile whisper, his eyes searching for a single spark of warmth in the cold marble of Vikram's face. Vikram didn't look back. His gaze was fixed on the portrait of the woman whose place Arth could never take. "Shaadi hui hai, Arth. Rishta nahi." Vikram's voice was like a frost that killed the first bloom of spring. "Is ghar ki dehleez ke andar tum sirf ek zimmedari ho. Meri patni ki jagah lene ki koshish bhi mat karna... kyunki vo jagah aaj bhi bhari hui hai." Arth stood in the silence of a room that still smelled like another woman's perfume, holding a glass of water from a man who gave him everything except a reason to breathe. He had married his dream, only to realize he was living in someone else's nightmare. What happens when the heart you want to heal is the one that refuses to beat for anyone living? Can a shadow ever compete with a ghost? Dive into a tale of 19th-century angst, silent tears, and a love so patient it might just break before it blooms.