"I'm not your brother! Aap log samajhte kyun nhi ho!" Aditya spat, voice sharp, eyes blazing, "I never wanted this family, and I don't belong here! Mereko aap logo ke saath nhi rehna hai. I was better in the orphange." Vikrant's gaze cut through him like ice, every word measured and heavy with authority. "You belong whether you like it or not. Main phir se to nhi jaane doonga tujhe. No matter what." Advik stepped forward, placing himself between the two with a protective calm. "Bhaiya rehne do he is not going to understand our world right now. But there is no way he is going to escape. And I will make sure of that." Ishaan, leaning casually against the wall with a mischievous grin, shook his head. "Bhai, you can try to run all you want. But aapko bohot miss kiya hai hum sab ne itne saalon mein ab wapis to gayab nhi hone denge hum." Aditya's chest heaved in defiance as he thought about how he was caught between these Mafia's who were claiming to be his brothers. "Run if you want," Advik said finally, his voice low and deadly, "but in this family, no one escapes. Not even you." **"He spent years running from the only family he ever had... but some bonds can't be broken, no matter how far you go. Vikrant Malhotra built an empire from blood and control, Advik enforced it with iron fists, and Ishan watched over everyone with quiet warmth. Arjun thought he could escape them, the family he never asked for. But the Malhotras don't lose what's theirs. In a world of shadows, danger, and loyalty tested by fire, Arjun must decide: stay a lone storm... or embrace the family that refuses to let him go."**

Ishan thinks after winning the World Cup, he'll finally get a shot at redemption. He thinks that the trophy, the headlines, the crowd will be enough for him to outrun the whispers, and the shame. But the world of cricket is colder than he remembers, and survival isn't handed out with trophies. What follows isn't glory, it's silence, rejection, and the quiet unraveling of a boy who gave everything to the game, and still wasn't enough. [minor ishan/shubman] [sequel to is this love? can be read as a standalone work]

Five years ago, Ishan Kishan did the bravest and stupidest thing of his life-he left the man he loved. He broke his own heart, disappeared, became the first Omega ACP in India, raised a five-year-old daughter who thinks she runs the government, and convinced himself that moving on was a real thing people actually did. Spoiler: it was not. Now life is simple. Catch criminals. Ignore society. Survive his mother Kavita's lectures. Pack Aaruhi's school tiffin. Pretend he does not still think about one certain arrogant cricket star. Very manageable. Until Mumbai happens. And unfortunately, so does Shubman Gill. India's cricket prince. National heartthrob. Walking ego in expensive shirts. Possessive Alpha. Professional menace. Also, Ishan's first love. Biggest regret. Personal headache. When death threats force ACP Ishan Kishan to become head of security for the Indian cricket team, he expects danger. He does not expect Shubman looking him in the eye and deciding, very calmly, that losing him once was enough. Now there is unresolved love, old wounds, too much chemistry, one extremely observant child, and a dangerously shameless Alpha who keeps looking at him like "running away again" is no longer an available option. Between handcuffs and heartbeats, duty and desire, and a past that refuses to stay buried, some loves do not end. They just wait. And Shubman Gill? He has waited long enough.

"I used to save lives with these hands, Devansh. But looking at you... all I want to do is tear down this entire kingdom just to keep you against my chest." Before he became Prime Minister, Kabir Mehra was a brilliant pediatrician . He traded his medical coat for the brutal arena of geopolitics, a man forged in agony and blackmailed into power after holding his own daughter's bleeding body in a chaotic trauma bay. He swore his heart was dead, meant only for cold statecraft. Then came the injection of pure adrenaline straight into his veins. "Fire me if my identity is a liability to your administration, Prime Minister. But do not look at me like I am something to be hidden away." Devansh Joshi is twenty-two, breathtakingly brilliant, and abandoned by his family for who he loves. He just needed a job to survive, but the moment his eyes lock with the doctor-turned-leader, a fatal diagnosis is written in the stars. Their proximity is a beautiful poison. From a breathless collision in a turbulent sky to the burning friction of matching crimson silk in a crowded ballroom, Kabir loses his sanity to a possessive obsession. He will dismantle the laws of a nation to shield Devansh from an orthodox world, but who will shield Devansh from the dark hunger of a man who has starved in isolation for four agonizing years? "You are my sickness and my cure, Devansh. Let the entire country burn in the background. I am never letting you go." In the cutthroat theater of absolute power, a love this consuming flatlines your entire world. Can Kabir save his crown, his daughter's life, and his forbidden lover? Or will this darkest obsession prove to be a love that kills them both while they are still breathing?

A fearless journalism student with a habit of stepping where he shouldn't, he crosses paths with a man who rules the underworld without ever being seen-dangerous, untouchable, and impossibly magnetic. What begins as curiosity turns into obsession, and obsession into a bond that blurs the line between control and desire. This story is a work of pure imagination and fiction. It does not intend to hurt or represent any individual, group, or organization. The images used are sourced from the internet and do not belong to the author. No ownership rights are claimed for the images. The story and its content are solely owned by the author.

Shubman Gill hates Ishan kishan and never misses a change to express that to ishan, in different ways. "He is the most annoying and irritating person on this whole planet..."- Shubman's description of ishan. On the other side, Ishan who literally loved by everyone, doesn't understand why Shubman hates him this much. It's not like he cares as he also despise Shubman, who always scolds him. "I'm not sure about others but that giant is Blind for sure to hate such cutie like me..."- Ishan's beautiful words for Shubman. But there is a catch in the story, and that catch is, Their families are bestfriends!! So despite their hate, no matter what they can't avoid meeting each other. The question is, Can we fall in love with the person we hate? And if yes, then to what extent can we go for love? Let's dive into their story to know. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• This story is purely a work on imagination. I don't own any characters, just the plot is mine and it's inspired by a yizhan ff with same name.

" tumpe hak hai mera .." " hum apki koi chizz nhi hai..." " pati toh ho na ...mere , sirf mere " " afsoos isi baat ka hai.." An egoistic Mafia business man who married the best friend of his fiancee forcefully just because he slapped him in front of everyone due to a misunderstanding ,will this marriage lead them to the love or ruin . Because for a middle class doctor Ishan Kishan marriage is the bond for eternity and for Mafia like Shubman Gill marriage is possession 🔞 Heavy smuts ❌ Forced marriage 🚫 Male conceiver

Aurelio Valezan, 30 years old, feared by everyone and ruling Valeriath as a king - but he's forced to share that place with his rival, Dominic Arleston. Both are always fighting to be on top. One day, Aurelio meets his brother's best friend, Elias, and wants to sleep with him just once. But when he learns Elias is Dominic's younger brother, it becomes the perfect opportunity. Will Aurelio use Elias to reach the top, or will he fall for the boy instead? Elias Arleston, 22, is always polite, soft, and shy. He feared his family business and stayed away from it. But he still ends up falling for Aurelio - one of the most feared mafia bosses and his brother's biggest enemy. How will Elias cope with his feelings and the dangerous world he's stepped into?

Quiet. That's all he was in the eyes of his family. Inside he was broken, torn. A storm always brewing within him. Perfect was far from him. But what happens when he can't take it anymore and pain becomes a quiet relief. What happens when his family starts to find something wrong. WARNING:rape

He died of overwork and transmigrated into the pregnant body of an ancient gent who had died of overwork. His husband has been sent off to war and the odds of survival don't look good. His two children are hungry and ragged. Will Jing Sheng be able to survive childbirth and keep this struggling family alive? Will Jing Sheng be able to live well if his husband returns from war? Cover was done by aurora_2604 [My original work] [Not translated] [Unless it's stolen then you'll find it elsewhere]