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.

I was cornered in my room.. they all were here. I was sitting on antrey's lap with his hands around me like chains.. he was breathing me as if I'm the last bit of oxygen there left to survive. Abrasha was kneeling in front of me he kept his hold on my chin.. he was so close to my face that if I breath out our lips would touch. Then he moved closer to my side and whispered " Still don't remember us, milaya...?" he knows I'm lying.. But he still wants to hear it from me.. I took out a shaky breath and answer him in small whisper... "no" " Lie " Anton says this... he come closer and kneel beside his brother. " You're lying. " he tells me while holding my eyes with his mismatching ones. " and liers get punished.." he says with smile that doesn't reach his eyes. NOTE: I DON'T OWN ANY PICTURES SHOWN IN STORY. CREDIT GOES TO RESPECTIVE OWNER. THE STORY CONTAIN BELOW THEMES, THE AUTHOR SUPPORTS NONE OF IT'S. Assisted suicide Rape Possesive behavior Violence Gore Give it a try. Thank you. Sincerely, Your Writer.

Aarav was kind, gentle, the kind of boy who never asked for much, yet carried the weight of the world behind his quiet eyes. Social anxiety gripped him like a shadow-he spoke little, trusted fewer, and let his silence speak when words failed him. His best friend, Sidharth, was the only one who had stuck around for eight years. Or so Aarav thought. That afternoon, Aarav walked the familiar path home, head down, heart quietly bracing for the usual loneliness. But a sharp crack of voices stopped him cold. He recognized Sidharth's unmistakable tone, loud and cruel. "He's so silent, right? Not cold, but... how are we even still friends with him? I mean, look at RV on Instagram. That guy's got style, confidence. He's cool, untouchable. I wish I had a friend like that." Aarav's blood ran ice cold. He stepped forward, voice cold and steady-something he'd rarely allowed himself. "So this is how you feel about me?" Sidharth froze. His smile faltered. Aarav's eyes darkened. "When you talk behind my back, you can do it alone. But when it's time to face me, you need your whole gang?" Without waiting for a reply, Aarav turned and walked away, the years of silent endurance finally breaking into something fierce and unforgiving. That day, Sidharth saw a side of Aarav he never had before - a quiet storm that wouldn't be ignored. .... Next day Aarav talking to a girl siya " kamjor mard par hat uthana kaha ki aurataangi hai !!" Don't worry sidharth is not ml, our ml is mafia boss, sidharths elder brother.

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This is a threesome bl story. Where yuvi, ruhan and Devyansh cross paths with each other. Read the story to know more.😉 Don't report my story. And don't copy my work. Warning Mpreg Torture Smut

In the bustling lanes of Delhi, where family honor comes before everything, 19-year-old innocent college boy Aryan Mehra is forced into an arranged marriage with his 28-year-old strict, successful cousin Veer Singh Rathore. Veer, the cold CEO who never believed in love, sees this marriage as just another family duty. Aryan, who has secretly admired Veer since childhood, is terrified yet secretly thrilled. Will the age gap and blood relation become a wall... or the bridge to forbidden love?

Section 1 📍vardhaan singh YADUVANSHI📍 a name that evokes power , money and dominance He deeply loves his 6 month son and his family is everything to him . He is 31 years old and belongs to a royal family.He is taking yaduvanshi business to next level, striving to make it the foremost in the country. 📍aadhya yadav 📍 a name that brings calmness in chaotic world .... she is a pediatrician (children's doctor) and 25 years old . lives with her mother and baby brother who is in 11th class. what will happen when these two people meet and that will create a havoc in their lives read the story to get involved in their lives as a third wheel, because all readers are basically crying over fictional men Section 2 From chapter 39- there will be story about veer and omkar ranawat It's my bl story about a homogeneous couple.

This is a story of two boys bounded together by family Ayaan and mirhaan. He was his by birth or you can say before birth.he was 14 years older than him.they were bounded by family.will they be able to accept each other and Love each other.or will they end up hurting eachother. MAN X BOY AGE DIFFERENCE JEALOUSY BETRAY HE FELL FIRST BOTH FELL HARDER FORCED MARRIAGE.

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

He salutes the nation. I flip it off. Major Aryan Singh Rathore-32, disciplined, khadi-level khadoos, and unfortunately, my brother's best friend. Me? Vihaan Malhotra-18, first-year DU ka nawab, zero filter, maximum chaos. He thinks he can control me just because he wears that uniform and barks orders. I live to make him lose that perfect military composure. Too bad the hate feels a lot like heat