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)

────୨ৎ──── 18+ William Oberoi-Maxwell I thought I had it all. My forever, my everything... her. I was ready to confess. But one gunshot destroyed it all. Burned me from the inside and left behind a corpse in my hand Now she's gone. All that remains is her lifeless body, the fire of revenge burning in my veins- And a single clue etched into my mind... That. That snake tattoo on that masked man's forearm. I know who it belongs to. And I will destroy them. Even if that makes me flip the book of beliefs upside down. Now call it my misfortune or my destiny, because within three days, I'm forced into a marriage. Betrothed to the eldest son of the Belladonna family. The same family that wears that snake tattoo with pride. The one that infiltrated my peace and left behind a trail of poison. Zane Valentino Belladonna. Ruthless. Dangerous. Untouchable. My future husband. The man I hate. The man I should hate. The man I planned to use. Because I will find the truth. I will unmask the killer. And I will have my revenge. So why is he... different? Why is the man I expected to be a monster so calm... so controlled...so kind? I'm supposed to destroy him and his family. The killer could be any of those Belladonnas. Not feel for him. ────୨ৎ──── Some Achievements of TSG🌼 🎖️#1 queer (4th of July 2026) 🎖️#1 mlm (21st of July 2026)

One wants him and another wants revenge. What happens when revenge meets obsession. "You are the killer of my father" he said in anger. His fear was soon replaced by anger. "Yes you are the one who killed my father and I came here for revenge not to work in your office but my plan went wrong" He again said making me loosen my grip on his hands which were pinned by me. "I am sorry, love, I don't know who is your father. I know I killed many persons but please forgive me. I love you , i love you very much " I said in a desperate voice. But he punched me and say " what did you say love, I fucking hate you. I will kill myself rather than becoming yours. But the moment he talked about killing himself, my jaw tightened and I immediately grabbed his jaw and say " Say one more word and you will not be able to walk for whole damn month and believe me sweetheart when I am being soft then I am soft but when I will be hard you will be badly crying so don't test my patience" . After saying this, I pulled him into my arms and carried him on my shoulders, he kept struggling but there is no way he can escape me now. I want to make things right. I could not let things be ruined because of past. Rudransh X Ayan Mafia X Employee Grumpy X Sunshine Obsession X Revenge "Enemies to lovers " Hii kookies 🫠 ➡️ "This is my first story, so please don't be too hard on me. 🫣"

Even in such a small world everyone seems to have a world of their own inside them. Some can be similar but never exact the same. Among them there are also some which can be complete opposite of eachother.What happens when two opposite worlds collide? A boy from the city who never really mixed in with the busyness of the city life and another boy who's heart belongs to the city light . met at a dazzling moment but where will fate take them?

In war, there are rules. In love, there are none. --- "Tu samajhta kya hai apne aapko, Gill?" (What do you think you are, Gill?) Shubman smirked, stepping closer, voice dropping to a taunting whisper. "Tera obsession." (Your obsession.) Ishan's breath hitched as Shubman gripped his jaw, tilting his face up. "Aur tu jitna bhaag lega, Major... utna hi main tujhe todne ka maza lunga." (The more you run, Major... the more I'll enjoy breaking you.) --- "Sharma, tu hamesha mujhse bhaagta hai." (Sharma, you always run from me.) Abhishek's back hit the wall as Siddharth stalked closer, dark eyes glinting with something unhinged. "Aur har baar main tujhe dhoondh hi leta hoon." (And every time, I find you.) Abhishek's pulse raced as Siddharth's fingers brushed his throat, pressing lightly. "Tujhe pata hai tujhe dekh ke mera sabr kyun tut jata hai?" (Do you know why I lose my patience when I see you?) A slow smirk curled on Siddharth's lips before he leaned in, voice dropping to a sinful whisper. "Kyuki tu sirf mera hai, Sharma. Aur tujhe kisi aur ki nazar lagne ka bhi haq nahi." (Because you're only mine, Sharma. And you don't even have the right to let anyone else look at you.) --- A story where dominance turns into obsession. Where possessiveness is a weapon. Where love isn't soft-it's brutal. Unforgiving. Addictive. A battlefield is nothing compared to the war they fight for control.

Nothing much... just pure, unfiltered trauma. #darkromance #sensualcontent

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.

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