His bride ran away before midnight. Humiliated, furious, and one drink away from losing control, CEO... never expected comfort from the last person he wanted to see again-his school rival. The same rival who secretly spent years obsessed with him. Now, somewhere between revenge, desire, and dangerous truths, hate starts feeling disturbingly close to possession. And the worst part? Midnight already passed.

The country belongs to the Brars. Everybody fears their power. For fifty years, one family has ruled India with blood on its hands and the nation beneath its heel. Away from it all, Kyan has spent his whole life surviving by staying invisible until one reckless night places him directly against the dictator's son The face of a regime. And the beginning of a madness he would never outrun.

It's a BL Love story with a little bit of darkness inside 💠 ( It's My Original Work Not A Fanfiction) _________________________________________ A marriage he couldn't remember, a person he couldn't place in his mind, and an unspoken bond that would shackle him in ways he never imagined. His indifference to love was shattered in one reckless moment, and suddenly, he was caught in a web of obsession that was slowly suffocating him. •••••••• "You think you can run away from me?" The voice was dark, dripping with menace. The man moved closer, his breath hot against Vishal's ear. "After everything that happened that night in that hotel... you're dreaming." Vishal barely had time to react before he was slammed against the wall, the impact stunning him. His breath hitched, but the man's gaze never wavered-intense, unwavering, as if he owned him completely. His hands gripped Vishal's wrists, pinning him in place. Vishal struggled, but the man was relentless. The cold, calculating intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down Vishal's spine. His will to resist was slipping away, crushed under the weight of the promise in the man's voice. The man's lips brushed against his ear, a final whisper that made Vishal's blood run cold. "I won't divorce you. Not in this life. Not in any other life." ( Coming soon ) ___ Boxer/Doctor X Russian Mafia Enemies To Lovers Contract Marriage Drama x Humour Revenge Sunshine meets Mr Grumpy Possessive lover Bl ( Boy's love)

"Ek lootere se vivaah?" she scoffed, fire in her eyes. "Kabhi nahi! Hum aapki patni nahi... aapki mrityu ka kaaran banenge. Aur yeh humara pran hai." - she spat, her rage hotter than the steel sheathed at her waist. He just smiled. Dark. Dangerous. Unfazed. "Aaj humara vivah hai... aur dulhan toh aap zaroor banegi. Chahe prem se ya.... zabardasti se." - his breath a sinful whisper, grazing her lips like a promise carved in fire. ╰⊱⋅ ──────── ⋅⊰╯ Aparajita - the Princess of Sangamgarh, raised to rule, not to surrender. Veerath - the infamous Bandit King, feared across kingdoms, untamed and unstoppable. They weren't meant to cross paths. But fate doesn't ask for permission. She vowed to destroy him. He vowed to own her. Love was never the plan. But desire? It's the most dangerous rebellion of all. ╰⊱⋅ ──────── ⋅⊰╯ TROPES • Historical Romance • Enemies to Lovers • Age Gap • Princess × Bandit • Grumpy × Grumpy • Forced Proximity • Forced Marriage • Forbidden Love ╰⊱⋅ ──────── ⋅⊰╯ Aparajita: The Bandit's Desire 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝟭 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙍𝙏 𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙮 Let the rebellion begin...

This Series will Start From 15th June 2026 !

A whispered promise in a New York alley bound two souls-only to be torn apart by betrayal and unspoken truths. Now, in the humid, neon-lit chaos of India, the ruthless Russian mafia king and the cold Indian doctor collide once more, their past igniting a fire that burns hotter than their scars. "You think you can run from me again, Lisichka?" Nikolai's voice is a low growl, dripping with possession, his Russian accent curling around the nickname like a caress. "I own every piece of you, even the parts you hate me for." Yash's lips curl into a bitter smirk, his body arching closer despite the storm of hurt in his chest. "You broke me once, Nikolai. I won't let you do it again." His voice trembles, but his hips press forward, a challenge wrapped in desire. Nikolai's grip tightens, his thumb brushing over Yash's pulse, feeling it race. "Break you? No, my little fox. I'll worship every crack I left behind until you beg for me to ruin you again." His lips crash against Yash's, a kiss that's all teeth and fire, tasting of regret and unspoken promises. In Crimson Hearts, love is a battlefield, where every touch is a wound and every kiss a vow. Will they conquer the darkness that divides them, or will their hearts bleed out in the fight for each other?

~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~• She was once the heartbeat of the Rai Singhania mansion.The laughter that softened power.The smile that lit marble halls brighter than chandeliers. Siyaisha Rai Singhania-the youngest, the purest, the most loved. Five powerful brothers stood guard around her. A father who once called her his pride. A grandparents who worshipped her existence. Until one day... love turned lethal. A single accusation shattered everything. Her father's slap branded her a witch. Her brothers called her shameless, a disgrace, a stain. Her dance ,her devotion, her soul, was dragged through filth. They said she danced to seduce men. The poison had a name-Darika A sweet face hiding venomous jealousy. She didn't want a place in the family- she wanted Siyaisha's place. Lies were whispered. Proofs were planted. Trust turned to hatred. And one stormy night, Siyaisha was thrown out of her home. No evidence. No voice.truth unheard. EIGHT YEARS PASSED. Eight years of pain, survival, and rebirth. Now she's back. Not as the naïve princess they broke but as a woman forged in fire. Unbreakable. Fearless. Untouchable. She no longer needs their love. She no longer needs their name. Because now-she is her own empire. When the broken daughter returns to the family that destroyed her... Will they realised the truth? will they beg for forgiveness? Or face the storm they created? Siyaisha is back. And this time-she's not here to be accepted. She's here to conquer. ~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~•