Vivaan Kashyap has spent a decade perfecting one skill: staying out of Aviraj's way. Don't go upstairs. Don't ask questions. Don't give him a reason to look twice. But some things can't stay hidden in a house this big - not when the head of the family wants the two polar opposites together. •••••••°••••°••••••• I don't know if he was angry, exactly, or just pissed off - but my sixth sense was screaming at me to back off. "Avi bhai..." I whispered, my eyes dropping to his hand, clenched so hard around itself that blood had started to well up between his fingers. "Bhai, aapke haath..." (Bhai, your hand...) "Why the fuck are you so bent on going against my word, Vivaan?" he growled, and my back hit the wall before I even registered moving. I swallowed hard, throat working around nothing. "I did ask Vihaan bhai. I'm sorry, bhai, please - yahan kuch mat kariye." (Please don't do anything here.) I countered, begging. I still had a reputation to protect. A sliver of dignity I was determined not to lose completely, not here, not in front of everyone. "Yeh naachna gaana hi sirf pasand hai?" (Is dancing and singing really all you care about?) he said, gripping my jaw - firm, but not cruel, which was somehow worse. "Bahut shauq hai tumhe naachne ka?" (You really have such a taste for dancing, don't you?) His voice told me, clearer than any shout could have, that I was thoroughly, completely finished. I couldn't say anything. My lips stayed sealed, my throat gone dry and useless. I'd forgotten - foolishly, completely - that I had just woken the one thing in this house I'd spent years learning never to provoke. "Nacho," (Dance,) he said. "Inse ek kamarband bhi le lo aur dil khol kar nacho. Main bhi dekhna chahta hoon kitna achha nachte ho tum." (Take a waistband from them too, and dance with your whole heart. I want to see for myself just how well you dance.) "Bhai..." My eyes stung.

'ISHQ never enters quietly, it brings its own kind of RUINATION." __________________________ A top-tier university. Dripping with secrets. Two political rivalries held together by a settlement that feels more like control than peace. A third force watches from above → silent, dangerous, untouchable. Two murders. A revenge left unfinished. A vow to destroy everything. A silent soul enters next → too pure to understand the devastation, too trapped to walk away from it. And somewhere else, a hatred preserved for years waits behind restraint, held only by morals that are beginning to fail. Three stories breathing under one roof. Three ruins moving toward each other. And in between them → ishq, arriving exactly the way it always does: with ruin already promised. ______________________________ "I realised my love the moment I lost him."

"I used to save lives with these hands, Devansh. But looking at you... all I want to do is tear down this entire kingdom just to keep you against my chest." Before he became Prime Minister, Kabir Mehra was a brilliant pediatrician . He traded his medical coat for the brutal arena of geopolitics, a man forged in agony and blackmailed into power after holding his own daughter's bleeding body in a chaotic trauma bay. He swore his heart was dead, meant only for cold statecraft. Then came the injection of pure adrenaline straight into his veins. "Fire me if my identity is a liability to your administration, Prime Minister. But do not look at me like I am something to be hidden away." Devansh Joshi is twenty-two, breathtakingly brilliant, and abandoned by his family for who he loves. He just needed a job to survive, but the moment his eyes lock with the doctor-turned-leader, a fatal diagnosis is written in the stars. Their proximity is a beautiful poison. From a breathless collision in a turbulent sky to the burning friction of matching crimson silk in a crowded ballroom, Kabir loses his sanity to a possessive obsession. He will dismantle the laws of a nation to shield Devansh from an orthodox world, but who will shield Devansh from the dark hunger of a man who has starved in isolation for four agonizing years? "You are my sickness and my cure, Devansh. Let the entire country burn in the background. I am never letting you go." In the cutthroat theater of absolute power, a love this consuming flatlines your entire world. Can Kabir save his crown, his daughter's life, and his forbidden lover? Or will this darkest obsession prove to be a love that kills them both while they are still breathing?

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)

Tanish Was Given to Arjun a powerful Politician and a businessman as a Gift ....as a mere *Toy* to play with . But what will happen if the arrangement is little Different after Arjun sees him ? Did Tanish have to endure more abuse than he has already endured in His home through his mother and stepfather. And when he finally thought he is free ...that his father is rescuing him , his father threw him like garbage at Rathore Mansion. Read the story to know more. Little Au

#bl #indianbl #indianfamily #mpreg #18+ #🔞🔞🔞🔞 #hindienglish #mixlanguage "you are good for nothing just a burden on ourfamily" - MIL "you can't even do a single thing correctly" - SIL _____________________________________________: "you! yourself choose this so don't complain about the pain you face" - ?? delve further to know more I am new so don't mind my mistakes. English is not my 1st language so plz bare with it if you want otherwise you're free to leave 🙂🙂 if I got any hate comment from any of you am gonna block you if you don't like plz move on from here you guys can give me suggestions I'll try to make it perfect but idk how plz vote and comment (not hate comment otherwise you'll be in my blocklist 💅 😏)

Vikram and Yuvan were inseparable until a bitter fallout in college. When Yuvan, who is intersex, warned Vikram of a cheating girlfriend, Vikram responded with cruelty, calling him a "curse." They parted in hatred, leaving a decade of friendship in ashes. Nine years later, their paths cross again. Vikram is a powerful MLA; Yuvan is a successful CEO. A night of drunken passion leads to an unexpected pregnancy. To claim his child, Vikram blackmails Yuvan into a possessive, loveless marriage. Trapped in a " cage," Yuvan eventually escapes on the night of his daughter's birth, vanishing into the peace of Kashmir. Years pass. Vikram, now the Chief Minister, is a man transformed by guilt and loss. He finally finds Yuvan, but is met with cold rejection. However, their daughter Viyana-now a powerful CEO herself-sees the change in her father. At 33, Yuvan has finally learned to love his body and live freely. But Viyana has a plan. She invites the CM to her birthday at the lake in Kashmir, forcing a final talk. Can a man who once acted as a Controller ever earn the right to be a husband?

[Re-upload] [Originally Published On: @SalmonBhoi89] ➣𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚, 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐚, 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. ❝𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭?❞ ➷𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. ❣ ❥𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐮 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥? ❥𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐮 𝐁𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧? ☄𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐮'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬.☄ ♚𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬.♚ ⚕𝐀 𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞.⚕ 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦, 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫...♚

I told you to distract my father, not kiss him dude... He is not gay!! It's not my fault, It's the damn saree that's making me all Girly!! Then take it off!! I don't know bro..... I kinda look cute in it..😏😏 Dipen an orphaned studying MBA with his best friend - Sachin. One day Sachin came up to Dipen with an Odd request, distracting his estranged father Mr l. Sudhir for a few hours so Sachin can finally spend some time with his Girlfriend Nidhi. But dipen went overboard dressing up as dipali and seducing Mr. sudhir. Now how will Dipen manage his love life and promise to his friend. Will Sachin accept his best friend, a man as his mother?

Mafia king shubman Gill married to a little space boy ishan kishan Ishan was : handsome, rich, little space boy, kind, friendly with everyone shub was: handsome, rich, cricketer, CEO, mafia king, powerful, strong, muscular it was a bl if you feel unwell with this kindly don't read and no hates cuz this story is purely a friction warning: maybe 18+ content used it's just a alert but I know no one gonna follow it