In the glittering shadows of Mumbai, two powerful men were consumed by obsessions. Abhishake had always lived between extremes, euphoria and chaos, charm and cruelty. Blood thrilled him. But the moment he met Mayank, everything changed. Abhishake's fractured world found its new center. Now nothing else mattered. Only Mayank. He wanted mayank by hook or crook. AND HE GOT. Fate is a bitch, and she doesn't play fair. Meanwhile, Across the city, in the opulent Gill mansion, Shubman returned after years away, ready to claim his empire. Instead, he found Ishan the sassy, bright orphan who had grown up under his family's roof. The boy everyone adored had become a man who awakened something dangerously possessive in shubman What should have been brotherly affection twisted into a darker hunger he refused to deny. Two dangerous fixations. Two men who would burn everything to possess what they craved. In a city ruled by power and secrets, some desires only lead to blood and ruin. . . . #r*pe #abuse #force Warning ⚠️:- the story contains dark mature themes, if you're uncomfortable stay away. You have been warned.

shreyas ×shubman A love story of the mafia falling for his baby prince.

Short stories of abhiyank 🥹🌟🫶🏻

"mayank markande, shut up. you can't talk to me like that, I'm your professor don't forget" abhishek said with anger in his eyes "make me sir" mayank said with a teasing smile professor x student some times love is born out of hate. a story of a young professor of st. Xavier University and a challenging student. credits:- @Yours_Sincerely505 *** it's an abhiyank story

In the village of Kharavali, nestled among the golden wheat fields of rural Punjab, every bad thing was common and fear was the only law that truly mattered. Here, the Gill family ruled as undisputed heads for three generations. They owned the lands, the wells, the transport routes, and the silence of every soul who lived within the crumbling stone walls. No dispute was settled, no problem solved, and no tradition enforced without their word. The village existed in a perpetual shadow of cruelty disguised as custom where power flowed through blood and gold, and softness had no place to survive. At the centre of it all stood the grand yet oppressive Gill haveli, a fortress that swallowed lives and spat out obedience. In Kharavali, the Gills did not govern. They owned. WARNING ⚠️ The story contains dark theme, read on your own, you've been warned already. #r*pe #mpreg #violence

When 7 mafia brothers fall for 7 pure innocent souls who are bestfriends but brothers *mpreg* *ICT bl* if homophobic don't read by: P22334455

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