A single ancient book destroyed Jay and Vishwas's perfectly straight lives. Now Jay is trapped in the body of a blushing omega bride-to-be, trying to survive the engagement of the year with MLA Chandrashekhar-an alpha feared by the entire state. Meanwhile, Vishwas wakes up married to Devraj Vishavkarma, a cold CEO alpha who thinks the world should kneel at his feet... including his new omega husband. Jay wants freedom. Vishwas wants divorce. Both want their original bodies back. But their alphas? They want them. Two friends. Two marriages. Zero experience being omegas. Maximum chaos. --- indian bl omegaverse

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?

Book 1 of "Desire : A Lethal, Obsessive Devotion" series --- story set in India. This is a work of pure fiction. All characters, events, and settings are completely imaginary and do not reflect or comment on real life or any specific communities. Some characters may be Hindu, some may be Muslim, and some stories may mix different cultural elements, but these details are used only for creative expression and are not based on real beliefs or practices. The timeline in these stories may also vary and won't follow real-life years or history. It may feel like the past, present, or future depending on the story. Any pictures used in the story, including those from Pinterest, are only for visual inspiration and belong to their original owners. Male characters may sometimes be referred to with feminine words, and may wear jewelry or softer clothing depending on their personality or the scene. If any part of this fictional content makes you uncomfortable, please leave the story respectfully instead of posting negativity. I want this space to stay kind and positive. Hate comments will not be tolerated. Please also understand that English is not my first language, so my writing may not be perfect. Updates may be slow, and sometimes a chapter may even take a month. I will not remove any chapters that are already posted. Thank you for reading and for your patience.

~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~• 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. ~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~•

"MATURE STORY" "I'M WARNING YOU" I warn you this story contains mature story.This is my story and it is completely imaginary. This story is about the Sarpanch of a village. you will get into the story further. *************** *************** Second book of Thakur series 2nd Book *"MATURE SCENES"* 🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 PROMO Aahh Ummm aaa bass Auuurrrr nhiiii...... "woman crying in pain and speaking" Choorr diijiyee ahh Aaahh umm dheeree Auur nhiii ahooo ahh Bassss ahh aahh umm aaa aaahh umm aaa "screams very loudly" Ahh aahh umm aaa ahh umm aaa ahh umm aaa aahh dhereee ahhh ahh ummmmmm dheere ahh aahh umm "she begs a lot" Ahh ahh umm aa aahh umm aaa ahh ahh "she is very tired" Aurr maat kijiye na ab bahut ho gaya bus "she says crying" Nahin Mera maan abhi nahin bhara abhi aur aur vaise bhi mere andar ke Janwar ko tumne hi Bahar nikala hai "his breathing was going up and down loudly but He was not ready to leave her." Nhi au..... ahh uhhaa maa...f kar dijiye ahh aahh umm aa ahh ahh umm aa aahh ahh "she feels like she's going to die" Bass nhiii ahh uhaa uhh ahh umm aaahh "Her whole face was red because of crying and she was shouting loudly." She screams helplessly but it has no effect on the man and she is punished for a mistake she did not commit. *************** *******"******* I would like to tell you again that read this story at your own risk. Because it is 18 plus and those under 18 years of age should not read. 🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞⚠️⚠️⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️⚠️⚠️ Trigger Warning contains mature content like : forced sex, marital rape, and sex scenes. ~Multiple couple~ ll Mature content 18+||

The youngest son of a well-known businessman gets kidnapped by a Mafia boss. And if you think he will be all angsty and stressed, you thought wrong because he will not be a pushover. He will fight! But you know in a cute way. He is strong minded, feisty and also sassy. The mafia boss is like the complete opposite. He is a cold hearted beast, toxic, emotionally unavailable. He is toxic, brutal, doesn't know how to love. Well, yet. **** TRIGGER WARNINGS🚨: This is a Man x boy story which means two males will have sex. Kidnapped, swear Words, GAY, MPREG, MAFIA, DARK ROMANCE, so if you don't like that then don't Read it please. You guys are warned! *********** #1 Toxic (18.04.25) #1 overprotective (27.01.24) #1 omegaverse (17.03.25) #1 mxb (27.01.24) #2 mxb (29.11.24) #4 gay (02.12.24) #1 ballet (02.12.24)

"You came to kill me," Roman growled, his teeth at Liam's throat. "Now you'll live as mine." ____________ Ten years ago, Liam Sullivan watched his father die at the hands of Cassius Grayson-Alpha of the Shadow Ridge Pack. Broken and consumed by vengeance, Liam left and built a rogue pack of outcasts. But when Cassius died unexpectedly, Liam's blind rage shifted toward Roman Grayson, Cassius's son and heir, Liam's ex-best friend... and the boy who once stole his heart. Roman isn't the boy Liam once knew. He's a force of nature; cold, commanding, and hiding a devastating secret: he's not just an Alpha. He's an Enigma, a creature of legend with power beyond comprehension. When Liam's reckless attack fails, Roman doesn't kill him. Instead, he claims him, binding Liam to him with a mark, and a brutal, public claiming that shatters Liam's pride. But beneath Roman's cruelty lies something darker: obsession, possession, and the ghost of a love Liam thought was long dead. Trapped in Roman's world, Liam must confront the truth about his father's death, about Roman's twisted devotion, and about the concealed feelings he carried for Roman all these years. A dark, erotic tale of betrayal, revenge, obsession, and fated love set in a supernatural world where power is intoxicating, and submission can be sweeter than vengeance. WARNING: This is an MxM short DARK erotica story that involves public claiming, character obsession, coercive mating, and many other, possibly disturbing themes. PLEASE do not read if these topics trigger you. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. - wordcount: 16,000+ | First Draft | A Novelette

"I suggest you sit down, Rajkumari..." the old spy whispered, barely above a breath as he collapsed before her. His cloak was soaked in blood-not his own-and his face was pale with terror she had only seen on the battlefield. Jhanvi's hand froze mid-motion as she reached for her goblet. It had only been four days. Four days since she was forced to return to Deshmukh and left her Ranjha alone. "What happened?" Her voice was quieter than she expected. The man looked up, shame clouding his eyes. "Forgive me, Rajkumari... I could not stop him. No one can." Jhanvi's brows furrowed. "Prithvi?" He nodded. "The King has executed seventeen prisoners in three days. No trials. No questions. Among them... a boy, fifteen, who tried to steal from the temple steps. An eighty-year-old woman accused of speaking ill of the crown. He didn't flinch." Jhanvi's breath caught. "That's not... him." The spy clenched his fists. "He doesn't sleep. He skips meals. The royal doctor says his body is tearing from the inside-he's injured himself thrice during combat drills. Blood everywhere. He won't stop." Jhanvi stood, heart pounding. "Why are the ministers allowing this?!" "Who dares to stand in his way?" the man cried. "When an ambassador from an allied kingdom said, 'Your Majesty is fortunate to have been loved by such a divine woman,' he exiled the entire delegation. Burned the alliance papers and cut ties with the most powerful kingdom." Jhanvi staggered back, hand to her chest. "He... ended a diplomatic tie over... me?" "He screamed," the man rasped, eyes wide with memory. "He threw his sword and shouted, 'If I'm so fortunate, where the hell is my raani?!'" Silence filled the chamber. The spy whispered, "He's not a king anymore, Rajkumari. He's a man burning alive from the absence of his queen." Jhanvi clutched the table, heart aching. "He'll destroy himself," she whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek. "But... what about my self-respect?"

Two maids were cleaning a vast chamber when the younger maid asked the older one, "Didisa, you have been working in the palace for two decades right. Please tell me why are we cleaning this already clean chamber?". The older one smiled and said, "Although this chamber is always kept clean, it should be cleaned before anyone can reside here. And above all, our Ranisa is coming back to the palace". The younger maid didn't seem to accept it as a good news and said, "Whoever may come, but they cannot become equal to our choti Ranisa. She is the most kind, generous and sweetest person I have ever seen. She had never gotten angry on any maids even if they make mistakes. Take my example, I have made such a blunder on my first day here, but choti Ranisa accepted me as her own maid. Who can match her in kindness or even sword fight? And moreover she is Ranasa's heart beat". The old maid sighed and said, "Our Ranisa may not hold the heart of Ranasa. She may not be well versed in sword fight. But there is a reason why she is still our Ranisa. Sometimes one may have to be harsh to deliver justice and not just compromise between the victim and the tormentor. The people should have some fear about getting punished if they do wrong. And that charisma is with our Ranisa". ----------------------------------------------------------- A young girl of 17 years, looked at the retreating back of her newly married husband with a sad face. Just then her brother-in-law seated beside her husband's empty seat said, "Why are you sad, Bhabhisa?". She replied, "It's Nothing devarsa". He glanced back at his bhabhisa one more time and thought, "I don't know when bhaisa will open up with bhabhisa about his heart. She thinks that he is not fond of her. But how would one explain, why he ate the saltless food without a complaint and glared at me to keep my mouth shut. Unless it is for his beloved wife".