2. Roop-Parth Roop in his naivety was so ignorant of the reality of the world that he didn't even know what a handsome and charming boy he is, but his lover Parth will come into his life to make him aware of all the truths of this world. This is the story of Parth's love, he is attracted to Roop, after all, Roop is such a sweet and innocent boy that any man in the world would want to have him. But Parth got that beautiful angel. Will Parth be able to meditate on the heart of that gentle Roop? Read Warming Husband to know! ... The story of an infinite love that brings the form to its path and clashes with time! Experience yourself with a wonderful love story and bless yourself and the world by reading and narrating it! ॐ ऐं ह्रीं क्लीं चामुण्डायै विच्चै Notes Mature Themes New World Divine Powers Love Marriage Life Cheating Happy Ending Eternity

🔥 "He's my brother-in-law... and impossibly kind. 💀 Samar's gentle smile drives me insane. 🖤 I hated him once... now every thought, every heartbeat, belongs to him. 😈 The Rajpurohits see order; I see only him, and my obsession. 🌹 I'll burn rules, break barriers... anything to claim him. 🩸 This is madness. This is love. This is my claim." 💔

Ishan clung to Shubman's leg like a terrified kitten. His small hands trembled. His cheeks were red. His voice... broken. "Shub... Shub... don't go. Please. Don't leave me. Don't leave your biwi alone..." He hiccupped, pulling Shubman's shirt desperately. "You are my husband... maa said you are my husband. No husband leaves their biwi. Please don't leave me, Shub..." Shubman forced himself to stand, to walk toward the car. Every step felt like punishment. Ishan staggered after him, crying, voice cracking: "SHUB DON'T GO! DON'T LEAVE YOUR BIWI" And then Shubman heard the small thud his tiny biwi on the ground, arms reaching out for him, sobbing like someone ripped his whole world away "Stop The Car." The vehicle had hardly gone ten meters. Shubman pushed the door . He ran .his heart pounding, breath shaking. Ishan saw him. Tiny legs scrambling, he ran too, stumbling, crying harder. They met in the middle Ishan practically crashed into Shub. Shubman dropped to his knees, hugging him so tightly as if the world was ending. "No husband leaves his partner," Ishan sobbed against his neck. "Shub, don't go. Don't go. Don't leave your biwi..." Shubman's arms wrapped around him with a protectiveness too deep for his age. His voice was low, trembling, raw. "I won't leave you. Not now. Not tomorrow. Not in this life, baby." Lakhwinder stepped closer. "Shubman... he will calm down. You must..." Shubman lifted his head. And for the first time in his life, he defied his father openly. "I am not leaving him." His eyes were dark, steady, unmovable. "Where my biwi is i will be there. even if it is heaven, hell, or graveyard ,I will go there. I will stay there. I will not leave him. Ever." A chill ran through the entire family. They suddenly understood This wasn't childish affection. Not pity. Not guilt. This was something deeper. Something that ran through his veins like destiny carved into bone

He wakes up with no memories- only fear, confusion, and the comfort of a stranger who feels safe. Ved Abhimaan Singh never meant to get involved, but one decision binds him to Arsh, a boy who remembers nothing except the man who stayed when everything else fell apart. What begins as protection turns into quiet dependence, unspoken emotions, and a bond neither of them is prepared for. This is a slow-burn story of healing, fractured families, and love that grows softly-before either of them knows what to do with it.

Mere Haath Mein Tera Haath Ho Saari Jannatein Mere Saath Ho.. "Kyu choda mujhe? jab mene sab kuch tumhare nam kiya? khushi se bhari zindagi me ek lota chirag bujha diya tumne" Shubman Gill raising cricketer from a rich background, in search of his mashuka who left him stranded with the high hopes and ties of his family, finally meets the one who left him. Ishan Kishan. having the heart and soul of one and only Shubman Gill 'Chodna pada taki koi bandhan tumhe bandh kar na rakhe" O re piya haaye... O re piya... Udne laga kyon man baawla re aaya kahaan se yeh hosla re O re piya... O re piya haaye... "Tujhe jo dekha mene, haye rabba dil hi machal gaya tujhe jo khoya mene, haye rabba dil hi na raha" Gam ke ye baadal guzar jaane de Ab zindagi ko nikhar jaane de Chhod de ab yaadon ke dukh sahanaa Whoa, sun bhee le jo dil ka hai kehna Jee le zaraa, jee le zaraa Kehtha hai dil, "jee le zaraa" Ai hamsafar, ai hamnavaa Aa, paas aa, jee le zaraa "Woh bhagwan hi kya jo tujhe aur mujhe alag kare, wo jannat hi kya jo tujhe aur mujhe na mile, wo dharti hi kya jo hame ek sath na dekh sake" "Dil tut jata hai Ishu jab tujhe apne se dur dekhta hu, Shayad isi karan wo ab na rahe" Obsessions always leads to distruction wheather it's the enemy or the friend, it costa a ton to get rid of it

When successful bussinessman c e o of sk group of indusries simon a single father in his early 30 s meets charming, sweet , calm rihan a young And poor intern in his early 20 s, their life internwined in unexpected ways , as they started catch fellings for eachother simons past secrets and family obligations threatened to complicate their relationship . Can they overcome their differences and build a future together or will their love be torn apart by the challanges they face ? Lets see what future hold for them...... . . .. . .. I know description sucks but please give it a try....

"Hey Rajveer I am really excited for your wedding" "huh you liar you just want to meet him.. that's why you are coming with me" "oh you caught my lie again.." "Shubman stop your obsession over that boy he belongs to my big brother" "oh common Rajveer he is your brother's sala not wife.." "no Shubman he's my brother's Bijoli " "what ..." ⚠️ WARNING Mention of r☠️pe violence 🦴 Heavy smuts 🗿 Child manipulation 🐣 Mpreg 🫄

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.

Atarva Singhania - the charming yet stubborn youngest son of the Singhania household, a spirited college student with a soft heart and a fiery tongue. Rudra Rajvanshi - the intense and workaholic heir of the Rajvanshi empire, a man whose cold demeanor hides deep passion and protectiveness. Their story begins as rivals, turns into an arranged marriage, and slowly evolves into a tale of love, family, and the chaos that comes with it. No cheating No antagonist Mpreg Fluff Enemy to lovers. If you are homophobhic , this story may not be for you This is a work of fiction. All characters, families, events, businesses, and settings in this story are eith of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The story contains some mature themes including romantic and intimate relationships between consenting adults, and is intended for adult readers only Reader discretion is advised. The author does not promote or condone any actions or behaviors described herein outside of the fictional context. Cultural rituals, traditions, and customs portrayed are inspired by various practices but adapted for creative purposes. Author note: it's my first book and English is not my first language, so for grammar mistake please correct it.

"Virat bhai hasn't called in two years."* Rohit's voice was low, almost like he was talking to the wind. Ritika stood beside him quietly. *"Shayad kuch rishton ka waqt khatam ho gaya hai, Rohit."* (Maybe some relationships run out of time, Rohit.) He didn't respond. Just kept staring at the sky, as if waiting for a message that never came. --- Once upon a time, two men ruled the cricket world - **Virat Kohli** and **Rohit Sharma**. Not just teammates. **Brothers.** They laughed together. Won trophies together. Even held each other's babies like family. Then, one day... they stopped. No press statement. No fight in front of cameras. Just... a long, silent distance.