Charles Leclerc never expected his life to shift because of something so small-a crying baby in a restaurant, a stranger's arms holding him steady, a calm that came too easily. Clover liked him instantly. Carlos Sainz noticed. The way the crying stopped. The way his baby relaxed against Charles' chest. Desperation made him bold, and before Charles could think too hard, Carlos made an offer that felt impossible. "Work for me." Charles hesitated. He told himself it was only a job-better pay, shorter hours, a chance to finally save for his dream. Nothing more. Carlos told himself it was temporary. Just help. Just someone Clover liked. But days turned into routines. Mornings filled with fog and soft laughter. Late nights with tired eyes and shared silences. Clover became the quiet reason they kept circling each other, closer than either planned. "I don't need you," Carlos insisted. "I'm not staying," Charles lied. Yet every glance lingered too long. Every goodbye felt heavier. Somewhere between responsibility and comfort, something neither of them named began to grow. Two lives colliding in the smallest ways. And in the space between a child's laughter and unspoken feelings, Carlos and Charles find themselves falling-slowly, unexpectedly, and far too deeply. "I didn't plan to want you," "But I don't know how to stop."

Lando Norris isn't dying. That's what he keeps telling himself. He's just-tired. Too tired. The kind of tired that makes your hands tremble when you paint, that makes your world fade to white under fluorescent light. When he collapses in the middle of the street, it should've just been another headline: Campus art boy passes out, again. But that day, someone caught him-literally. A photography major with shaking hands and a camera still strapped to his neck. Oscar Piastri didn't mean to care. But he did. They meet again, the sunlight from the tall panes framed him in soft gold-Lando slumped over a desk, heartbeat uneven, breath too shallow. Oscar's voice cuts through the silence. "Sleep well." And somehow, Lando listens. He shouldn't feel anything. Not this warmth blooming in his chest. Not this quiet safety whenever Oscar looks at him like he's not fragile. "Why do you keep helping me?" Lando asks one day, voice cracking between guilt and hope. Oscar shrugs, eyes soft. "Because you keep falling." Then there's George-best friend, chaos incarnate-who would fight the whole hospital if he could. Feeling Max's quiet stare on him, George yanks Lando up to use him as a shield. "What?! You wanna fight, huh?!" His little fists tremble inside his cardigan sleeves. Max doesn't even blink. "Try me," the doctor deadpans, flipping a chart. Between sleepless nights, half-drunk cups of coffee, and the hum of a heart that beats too fast for its own good, Lando begins to draw again. And maybe-just maybe-he's learning how to live again, too. Because this time, when Oscar offers his hand, Lando doesn't pull away. a slow heartbeat turning into melody. a story about falling, again and again, and choosing to stay.

#2 in boyxboy (Out of 300k) #2 in crossdressing (out of 16k) Vijay unemployed and heartbroken sitting on his couch wondering how he would pay the rent that has been due for 5 months. Ramesh his landlord, a recent widower in his 50s Knocked on his door asking for a strange request "Would you like to become my wife?...." Will vijay accept the proposal, does he actually have a choice. Please give it a try to find out more

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

Shubman Gill loses his memory after an accident. He encounters people he has known for years, but now they are all strangers to him. One of these strangers, Ishan Kishan, stands out and piques Shubman's curiosity. Will Shubman uncover the reason behind this curiosity? And most importantly, will he be able to regain his lost memories?

Nitish harbors a quiet, unspoken love for Ishan, his vibrant and carefree best friend, but his heart wrestles with confusion and doubt, unsure of what he is feeling. Ishan, blissfully unaware of Nitish's feelings, lives in the moment, his infectious laughter and warmth only deepening Nitish's turmoil. As their lives intertwine through shared dreams and fleeting glances, destiny weaves a delicate thread, pulling them toward a moment where truth and courage must decide their fate-will love bloom, or remain a silent longing?

shubman : hey listen.... ? : the boy turned to look at the man standing in front of him. shubman : what's your name. ? : did you eat something weird shubi shubman : tell na ? : it's ishan shubman : no your full name😏 ishan : it's ishan kish.... no no no sorry it's ishan sharma ( he looked away in embarrassment while the boy in front of him laughing is heart out) ishan : when you will stop teasing me shubman : never!!

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

❝Was that your dad on the call?❞ ❝Yeah.❞ ❝What did he ask?❞ ❝He just wanted to know when I m coming back from your god damned village. I can't tell him I'm bringing a luggage with me, right?❞ Jimin scoffed at Jungkook. He knew Jungkook was mentioning him. ❝Yeah! a pretty luggage. They would probably ask you from where did you kidnap that.❞ Jimin was not completely wrong. The luggage is really, like really pretty. What might have happened to Jungkook who was just invited for his bestfriend's brother's wedding but got married himself to the very bestfriends brother? Let's see how this two bickering male's marriage life would go. A small not so complex fluffy journey. 16+ Started : Dec 17, '22 Ended : Sep 17, '23 #Jikook #boy*boy #Yoonseok #Vsoo #namjin #mpreg #crossdressing #arranged marriage #comedy-romance #Drama #age gap- 6yrs

Anirudh Singh Chauhan - the handsome hunk of college. Girls falling head over heels for the charming guy. Anirudh was anything but gay but that bubble of reality shattered when his eyes locked with his cute little roommate. Garv Sinha - was anything but cute. With the dashing personality and a rising star of the university both in sports and academics. He was very clear for his goal with no distraction q he crashed with a walking 6 feet distraction. Shredded body and that charming boyish smile he made everyone fall for him but will this charm work on garv too. It's an engineering college romance (All the pictures used in the story do not belong to me the credit goes to the respective person)