In a 1980s reality where destiny is etched in floral marks upon the skin, a forced union binds a hardened warrior to a soul that shouldn't belong there. One is a man of steel and duty, returning from the borders to a home that feels like a cage. The other is a stranger in a young body, a soul from a distant future waking up in a world of ink-stained letters and rotary phones. Bound by a marriage of spite and a mark of "low promise," they must navigate a landscape of family secrets and silent longings. ​"They call this mark a curse of barren soil, but they do not know that even the palest flower can bloom if the earth is touched by a soldier's devotion."

Arya Chavan is a silent, grieving orphan who has known nothing but emptiness from the world. At nineteen, he has learned to love the darkness, to find comfort in silence, and to disappear into the spaces where no one looks twice. His only goal is survival - to finish his medical studies, stand on his own feet, and remain unseen. But fate has other plans. When Arya's path crosses with a fiery yet compassionate young man named Rajveer Arora, his quiet life begins to unravel. What starts as a chance encounter soon pulls him into a web of hidden truths, fractured families, and emotions far too vivid for someone who has spent his whole life avoiding them. In the chaos that follows, Arya will learn that sometimes destiny doesn't whisper - it collides. 🛑Disclaimer ❕ This is a bl fanfic about Kundali bhagya but it will not strictly follow the same plot. I will put my own spin on things and please like always... If you don't like these kinds of stories then please don't read it.

" tumpe hak hai mera .." " hum apki koi chizz nhi hai..." " pati toh ho na ...mere , sirf mere " " afsoos isi baat ka hai.." An egoistic Mafia business man who married the best friend of his fiancee forcefully just because he slapped him in front of everyone due to a misunderstanding ,will this marriage lead them to the love or ruin . Because for a middle class doctor Ishan Kishan marriage is the bond for eternity and for Mafia like Shubman Gill marriage is possession 🔞 Heavy smuts ❌ Forced marriage 🚫 Male conceiver

On the day of his wedding, thirty-five-year-old Mahesh is left standing at the mandap when his bride elopes with another man. In the chaos that follows, her father makes a desperate, outrageous proposal: His youngest son-Lakshman, a quiet nineteen-year-old first-year student-will take her place. To save the family's honour. To silence the village gossip. To bind two strangers in a marriage neither of them imagined. Mahesh's life was supposed to follow a familiar path. Lakshman never expected his future to be rewritten in one afternoon. But fate has other plans. A story of duty, shame, unexpected tenderness... and the fragile bond that forms between two men thrown together by tradition and twisted destiny.

He was the moon that never belonged to the earth, soft light born of another sky. And yet, when he fell, the earth did not shatter... No cuz it burned, quietly, in the arms of the man who mistook ruin for love.

To save his family from the wrath of the Samrat, Ishaan does the unthinkable: he dons the silk veils of his sister and enters the Golden Palace as a concubine. ​He expects a life of misery serving a cruel, aging Emperor. Instead, he finds himself drawn to a charming, broad-shouldered soldier who patrols the palace gardens at night. As their forbidden love blooms, the stakes get deadlier. ​Between the lethal politics of the Harem and a secret growing within him that shouldn't be possible, Ishaan is playing a dangerous game.

Before cities rose, before kingdoms claimed the earth, the gods forged Yakshas, the guardians of sacred treasures hidden in temples, forests, and forgotten stone. Bound by ancient law, a Yaksha cannot abandon his relic. But when a treasure chooses a new bearer, the guardian must follow him, mortal or not. Each Yaksha carries the memory of centuries, speaks in echoes of old languages, and commands the energies of the relics they guard. Their existence is known only in whispers, half-ruined scriptures, and the tremors felt in places where the divine once walked. Now, in the modern age, temples crumble, myths fade, and the world forgets its watchers. But magic is never lost. Only asleep. And when a young archeologist touches the silver bracelet, he wakes not only a Yaksha but the ancient power trapped within it, a power that others have waited lifetimes to claim. The world stirs. The guardian rises. And destiny begins to reshape itself around the boy who should never have entered that temple.

Two hearts bound by grief. A marriage built on duty, not desire. As past wounds return to demand answers, Unspoken truths threaten to shatter what fragile peace remains. This is a story of loyalty, loss, and the dangerous echoes of words left unsaid. "Silence is a choice, but it always leaves a mark."

In the heart of an ancient empire, prosperity is not granted.... it is bargained for. For generations, the ruling family has carried a heavy, gilded curse with wealth and power secured only through a ritualistic union. It is a vow that demands sacrifice, binding the heir to a partner chosen by fate and physiology, ensuring the purity of their male bloodline against the wrath of their ancestors. To falter is to invite ruin, a death sentence for any woman who dares to stand as a second wife. Now, years after the cold, necessary contract was sealed, the partners find themselves called back to the mansion, where duty and a growing, dangerous awareness simmer between them. The stone walls hold not just history, but a tension that threatens to unravel the threads of their arranged life. The time for silent compliance is over.. The future of the empire now rests on the fragile, sensual line between obligation and ownership.

Just some chapters.... on a couples daily life filled with basic and special activities after they had their pup.... More like life snippets or slice of their life's..... Includes GAY LOVE(OBVIOUSLY) MPREG OMEGAVERSE LACTATION (MALES) SMUT ⚠️IF YOU HAVE ISSUES LEAVE⚠️