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)

"𝑱𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒊 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂 𝒗𝒐𝒉 𝑺𝒖𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂. 𝑱𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒊 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒌𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒗𝒐𝒉 𝒑𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒚𝒂." _______________________________ ✰ 𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐧𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐭𝐚: A bright student, expresses a unique blend of traits. An ambivert, making him a beloved friend. His outgoing nature drew people to him, while his responsible and caring side earned respect. His life is about to take an unexpected turn when someone unexpected entered his life. ✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯ ✰ 𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫: A vibrant student, radiated warmth and energy. Her playful and extroverted nature drew people to her, but beneath the surface, a sensitive soul beats. But behind the smile, a secret hid: A crush on someone from the past. Her father's job transfers had taken her to many places but her heart stayed at one place, one person for years. _______________________________ "Kaha hain voh? Dikh nhi rha." She asked as soon as she reached the football ground. Her eyes scanning the whole ground only to see him but he is nowhere to be found. (Where is he? I am not able to find him) "Kisse dhund rhi ho tum?" A voice behind her spoke, following her eyes. (Whom are you looking for?). "Mere Krish ko." She replied answered, unawared of who is standing behind her. (My Krish) "Tumhara krish?" "Ha mera kris-" she turned around the person and to her shock it was krish, or should we say her Krish, looking handsome as usual, is now staring directly in her eyes with a smile. The time seemed to be stopped for both of them as they stare in each other's eyes.

"You have to hate me, Akash, for what I've done to you." The words were a ragged, barely audible whisper, a tear finally escaping my eye and tracing a hot path down my cheek. Overwhelmed by the sheer weight of my shame, I wrenched my face away, unable to bear the sight of him. ​A feather-light touch found my chin. It was him. He didn't force me, but with agonizing tenderness, he guided my face back to his, his thumb lingering, an anchor against the tremor in my jaw. He moved closer, the final distance dissolving until our lips were scarcely an inch apart. Our breaths, quick and shallow with emotion, mingled and danced in the charged air; our noses were nearly touching. ​His voice, a low, intense rumble that vibrated through me, seemed to absorb all the chaos of the room. He wasn't merely tracing my jaw-he was trying to gently erase the mark of my guilt with his warmth. ​"You can never hate someone you love, Paro," he whispered, his eyes, dark and infinitely deep, holding mine captive. "And I need you to understand that nothing you have done-nothing-is stronger than the way I love you."

Tanush Malhotra is the definition of Perfectionist. The youngest CEO in his company's history. His intimidating presence, cold precision, and zero-nonsense attitude make people step aside long before he steps into a room. But behind the impeccably curated exterior lies a man who feels everything too deeply but he just refuses to let anyone see it. Meet Kaira Singhania, a proud man-hater with a burning list of reasons to stay that way, she trusts no smooth smile and no charming words. Offline, she's fierce, independent, and frighteningly hard to impress. Online, she transforms into a full-blown social-media butterfly, effortlessly glamorous, chronically trending, and unapologetically herself. But fate has other plans. In a twist of events neither saw coming, Tanush and Kiara find themselves into a rollercoaster of unexpected emotions, fiery arguments, and stolen moments.

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ ʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴄᴀʀ ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴅɪꜱᴄɪᴘʟɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴏꜱᴜʀᴇ. ʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄʜᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏꜱꜱ. ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ, ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʟɪᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ . ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴛ. ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ʏᴇᴛ ᴜɴʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴀʙʟᴇ, ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ʏᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜰᴜʟ, ᴀ ꜱᴏᴜʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴍ ɪᴛ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴛᴏᴏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇɴɪɴɢ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏᴘᴇɴ. ʜᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʟᴏɢɪᴄ. ꜱʜᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴇᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴅᴇꜱᴛɪɴʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴇꜱᴛɪɴʏ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀꜱᴋ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢʀᴏᴡ ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ; ᴛʜᴇʏ ɪɢɴɪᴛᴇ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅꜱ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟɪɢɴ,ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴛɪʀꜱ. ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ. ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴇᴀꜱʏ-ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ.ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟɪꜱɪᴏɴ-ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ꜰᴇᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴀɪᴛʜ, ʟᴏɢɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ .

"Ohh! Here we meet again. Not so pleased to meet you again, miss. Advika Rawal or should I say miss. Chatter Box" "well... Hi mr. I don't know whoever you are, move aside, you're blocking my path", shouted Advika. "And listen, I didn't have any interest in meeting you as well. Now leave, I'm getting late for my class.... Before she could speak more, the boy cut her off, "ExCusE Me! My name is Ivaan Singh and well you're the one who came in front of me at first. Aur kya keh rahi thi tum us din, that I look...." Dive into their story to know what happens next. Two people who can't even tolerate each other are to be entwined together for SEVEN LIVES?? *Are they destined to be Entwined Forever??* Start~ 3rd May 2025 End~ Cover by: @madhavasangini *The credit of the pictures used in this book goes to the rightful Pinterest handlers.*

Raghuwanshi's:- A very powerful family of the country and kings of the underworld 6 raghuwanshi brothers who loves discipline....a very big family joint family ....but what will happen when a girl entered inside a frame who is also their step sister..... She is not ready to accept them as her family but what about them...are they ready..? But what if the thread of their bond will become stronger than a blood relation.... They are the men of their words but she doesn't work on that principle So let's meet our Aadhya and raghuwanshi brothers....A different story from other 😉 Be ready for a new journey and if you didn't read my first book MEHER(LOST SISTER OF RATHODS) please do read 🫂🤌 Pure siblings love 💕 Instagram link - https://www.instagram.com/write_r7985?igsh=MWRiOTN4Yjl2bW5iMQ==

█▓▒­░⡷ᴋᴀʙɪʀ ᴋᴀᴘᴏᴏʀ × ꜱʜʀᴇʏᴀ ᴅɪᴡᴀɴ ꜱɪɴɢʜ ʀᴀᴊᴠᴀɴꜱʜ⠐⢾░▒▓█ Shreya Diwan Singh Rajvansh A simple, bubbly 21 year old girl who's the apple of her family's eyes being the only daughter of the Rajvansh family aka the ex-mafia clan. She comes from a loving family who now rules over France but they still have influence on chittorgarh and ajmer as a royal family. She's got many uncountable lovers and admirers knocking at her door for her unfathomable beauty but yet none have made an impression in her heart. She's away from the harshest of life and lives by a single motto "Wildcard, Party Hard". She's the soul of the parties. Kabir Kapoor A ruthless, greek god personality 27 year old authoritative businessman ruling the economic and political system. Beyond his hard exterior resides a man with a secret in his heart. A strong believer of love being nothing more than a fairytale- an illusion that soothes the heart but a reality that kills the brain. He is not a man of forgiveness or kindness and hence feared for it. He is the head of the Kapoor Family, owning many business ventures across India from North to South.but there is one person he can bow down for "his baby girl", "his sunshine".

"𝗪𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲, 𝗕𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗹𝘁𝘆,𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁." ------------ Love series #1 --- India is known for its grand and lavish weddings-where every family dreams of making the day unforgettable. But this isn't just any wedding. This is a royal affair, uniting two powerful dynasties-one rooted in ancient legacy, the other built from the ground up through sheer determination. It was meant to be the wedding of the century. But what happens when one of the most crucial people in the ceremony fails to show up? Whispers began to float through the opulent hall. Eyes turned toward the figure sitting alone-confused, abandoned, and judged. The air thickened with gossip, and honor was at stake. To protect their pride, to silence society's tongue, they made a decision. A replacement was found. A replacement to uphold reputation... A replacement to protect dignity... A replacement for love? .................

I was just 5 when my world turned upside down, the day I lost my maa. That moment marked the beginning of a nightmare I never thought I would endure. Suddenly, I was trapped in a hell of loneliness and despair, where each day felt like an eternity. I would pray to Kanha ji, wishing for an end to my suffering, begging him to take my breath away. In my darkest moments, I would whisper to my maa, asking her to come back and take me with her, to rescue me from the pain that consumed my life. As the years dragged on, I felt invisible, drowning in sorrow, until he came into my life. He wasn't a knight in shining armor or a romantic hero; he arrived like a storm, fierce and unrelenting. He took me against my will, but in a way, he became my savior. A man who was known for his hatred towards women, yet somehow, he pulled me from the depths of my despair. His presence was complex-a blend of darkness and protection, a contradiction that both terrified and intrigued me. With him, I discovered a different kind of strength. Though he was cold and distant, I felt a flicker of hope. I realized that my fight for freedom was intertwined with his own struggles. I was determined to break through the walls he had built around himself, to understand the man behind the mask of cruelty. I'm Piya, and this is my story of survival, resilience, and the quest for my own voice. It's a journey through pain and healing, a testament to the strength that lies within. I refuse to be a prisoner of my past, and I will rise from the ashes to reclaim my life. ~HER LOVE IS A SILENT MELODY THAT RESONATES IN CORNER OF HIS HEART~ THANK YOU❤