Virat Kholi Fell In love with his Best Friend Rohit Sharma! What will Happen? Will their team members accept? Will Rohit Accept Virat?

#Top 3 in India (14/6/26) "Thakur Sahab..." she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper, breathless, unsteady. And next, without letting her know her fingers made it's way to his hair, clutching it got life, for newly known pleasure! The way she said his name-so delicate, yet laced with something she herself didn't understand-sent a jolt of satisfaction through Randheer. His smirk deepened against her skin. He soothed the bite with a slow, deliberate kiss, his warm lips brushing over the mark he had left behind. He wanted her to remember this moment, to feel his presence long after he was gone. "Shh, Jaan.." he murmured, his voice husky, intoxicating. "You'll wake the whole house..your brothers will know, that you are having haldi ceremony with me..in this way" And the irony..She fell for the very man her brothers despised to the core.. ⚠️ Mature content ahead! Proceed with caution. What happens when a sweet, bubbly girl falls for a ruthless man? Dive into the story where her Thakur Sahab is her devotion, and she is his obsession. ✔️ Forced Marriage ✔️ Sweet yet Intense Romance ✔️ Age Gap Love Story ✔️ A Strong Female Lead ✔️ She Fell First, He Fell Harder

He is the destruction in himself.

Dev- i am not gonna marry that brat. Atul- please beta... Family k liye. Iske saath toh galat hi hua hai. Get ready for a roller coaster ride.

"Sometimes we call it hate because love would have ruined us." They used to be inseparable... two boys against the world, bound by a friendship that felt like forever... until it shattered. Now, years later, Kairav Sinha is everything people expect, charming, reckless, the college football captain who doesn't believe in staying. And Ishaan Sehgal? He's the opposite, cold, composed, the student president who built walls no one dares to cross. They've learned how to ignore each other. How to walk past without stopping and how to pretend there's nothing left. But when they're forced into the same space again, it doesn't feel like nothing. It feels like unfinished conversations. Like words that were never said.... Like something that never really ended. And maybe it didn't, because the more they try to keep their distance, the harder it gets to ignore the way their eyes linger at each other... the way it stings to see the other with someone else... the way hate starts to feel a little too much like something else. Maybe some things don't fade or leave. Maybe... the boy he learned to hate was always the one he couldn't let go of. Most impressive Rankings: #1 in college romance #2 in BL fiction #3 in forced proximity #85 in love stories.

> "You talk too much, Niko." "Tie me up, then. Shut me up with your mouth." Niko knows he's hot - cocky smirk, inked skin, always in control. He's used to being chased, used, and worshipped. Until Lance. Lance is the last person you'd expect to ruin a bad boy. Top grades. Cold eyes. Always watching, always quiet. But underneath those soft sweaters is someone dark, dangerous, and dominant as hell. And Niko can't stop pushing. He wants to be punished. Wants to be broken. Wants Lance to finally lose that calm and grab him by the throat. > "You like acting tough, but I see it, Niko. You want to be told when to kneel." "Then fucking tell me Lance. I'll kneel. Just don't stop. Please I beg you." One insult turned into obsession. One power play turned into Niko begging for more. Now they're toeing the line between hate, lust, and something that sounds dangerously close to love. He wanted control. He got Lance.

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

1923 When India was living hell under the rule of the British government, Ishan Kishan son of mahapandit Pranav Kumar Pandey and Suchitra Singh left his home to save his big brother from the British officers who arrested him for stealing jewellery of an officer's wife , but it was a lie and Ishan will save his brother But for a naive pandit boy the world was too cruel and big , Ishan goes to Punjab as his brother was there under the mercy of Panjab's King Lakhwinder Singh Gill , but his pleading weren't able to reach out to the King instead he falls in the claws of a British general who sells him for 30-rupees , Ishan pleaded everyone with his doe eyes but no one listens until a mysterious Prince buys him and takes him out from the hell Will Ishan Kishan be able to save his brother and his dignity in the hell he has himself run into.... ❌gurls this is a pure work of fiction ❌there are fucking smuts and curses ❌ sensetive people please don't worry it's not a major torture for your heart but also it's not for too sensitive person enjoy....

BL story ha haryanvi🫣 > Rana: "Tu soch le Chaudhary, yah zameen Shekhawaton ki hai. Tere baap ki kursi ab purani ho li, aur tu... tu bas uske naam ka sahara le rha hai." (Think twice, Chaudhary. This land belongs to the Shekhawats. Your father's chair is old now - and you're just hiding under his name.) Devraj didn't flinch - just that faint smirk playing on his lips. > Devraj: "Naam purana sahi, par izzat aaj bhi naye note jaise chamak rahi hai, Rana. Aur kursi ke neeche sab jhukte hain... chahe Shekhawat ho ya Sher." (The name may be old, Rana, but the respect still shines like new money. And under the chair of power, everyone bows - whether a Shekhawat or a lion.) A short silence. But the way they looked at each other - it wasn't just rivalry. It was something darker... heavier... almost magnetic. Rana took a slow step forward, his eyes burning through Devraj's calm. > Rana: "Tere jese log vote se chalenge, main to jazbaat se chalta hu. Aur jab dil me aag lag jaave na, to kursi bhi jhukh jati hai." (Men like you run on votes, I run on emotions. And when the fire burns in my heart, even the throne bows down.) Devraj leaned in just enough - enough for the air between them to turn dangerous. > Devraj: "Bas farq itna hai, Rana - tu aag se khelta hai... aur main aag ko apne liye nachata hu." (The only difference, Rana - you play with fire... I make fire dance for me.) Their shoulders brushed as Rana passed by, eyes still locked - a silent promise, a war waiting to explode. Politics was never this personal before. But now... it was. Because under the Power, lay something far stronger - Pyaar.

Title: "The Boy Who Taught the Mafia to Love" Synopsis In the shadows of Mumbai's underworld, where blood money buys loyalty and love is considered weakness, two lives are forced together by an arranged marriage. On one side stands Raghav Malhotra, 32, the cold, ruthless Mafia Boss who built his empire from betrayal and corpses. He doesn't believe in emotions, nor does he allow anyone close enough to touch his scarred heart. To him, marriage is nothing more than a deal, another transaction sealed with blood. On the other side is Aarav Mehta, 18, the soft, innocent boy who has only known neglect and cruelty from his family. Cute, naïve, and untouched by the world's dirt, he is sold off by his greedy parents for money to the very man people whisper about with fear-Raghav. But what happens when a marriage born of cold calculation slowly turns into something else? When two broken souls, scarred in different ways, collide under the same roof, can the heart that forgot how to feel beat again? This is a story of danger, obsession, slow-burning desire, healing, and love forged in the darkness. ----- Aarav was walking at beach when a foreign girl come towards him and started to ask about something and then she grabbed Aarav's hand smiling sweetly and Aarav shocked looked at her and then he said something the poor girl never thought someone will say" chor behen Mera pati maar dega tereko" ( leave me sister my husband will kill you.)