Two former best friends. Two forced marriages. One buried betrayal. Arjun makes a shocking move: he forcefully marries Vaayu Kapoor, Vihaan's younger brother a bold, bratty firecracker with a silver tongue and zero fear. In retaliation, Vihaan marries Arjun's younger brother Vansh a soft-spoken, innocent soul who's never known violence, only devotion. To the world, it's a brutal war of egos and vengeance. But behind closed doors? It's all part of a deadly game. Love. Power. Blood. In this world, the most dangerous bond... is the one written in revenge.

This story is about the second son of Arseni family

✨💍 Ｓｈｉｖａｍ Ｍａｌｈｏｔｒａ has built an empire, obeyed his parents, and hidden his true self for years. But on the day of his carefully planned arranged marriage, fate delivers 🌑 Ｒｕｄｒａ Ｓｉｎｇｈ Ｒａｊｐｕｔ-a fugitive from the underworld-straight into his wedding closet. 🔥 Desperate to escape a life of lies, Shivam hatches a risky plan: pretend to be in love with Rudra to stop the wedding. 💋 A staged kiss ➝ stolen glances ➝ whispered confessions... What begins as survival spirals into a slow-burning attraction neither of them expected. ⚔️ Between mafia threats, family expectations, and hidden identities- can love survive when the world demands obedience? --- 🌸 Ｔｈｅｍｅｓ ＆ Ｔｒｏｐｅｓ: 🌸 💫 Slow-burn romance 💍 Arranged marriage & fake marriage 🌈 Gay romance / LGBTQ+ identity exploration 🔫 Mafia & underworld tension 🏠 Forced proximity & secret alliances 🚫 Forbidden love vs societal pressure ⚖️ Opposites attract / hidden identity --- Ratings ✨ 💫#1 in desigay (10/11/2025 ) 💫#1 in closetromance (15/11/2025) 💫#1 in fakemarriage (20/11/2025 ) 💫#1 in Indian Wattpad (27/01/2026 ) 💫#1 in lgbtqromance (27/01/2026 ) 💫#4 in desibl (10/11/2025) 💫#3 in romancedrama (30/10/2025 )

Prologue In a world built on loyalty, blood, and unspoken rules, love was never meant to be gentle. Aarav ruled with calm precision-feared, respected, untouchable. At his side stood Kabir, his shadow, his right hand, the man who would bleed without being asked and disappear without being missed. Kabir loved Aarav in silence, a devotion so deep it never dared to ask for a name. And then there was Meera. Brilliant. Unshakeable. A woman who loved Aarav openly and was loved back with intention and pride. She was never weak, never blind, never cruel-only human in a world that demanded strength. This is not a story of betrayal. It is a story of love that changed shape, of devotion that stayed silent, and of three hearts learning that sometimes the most powerful choices are the ones made without violence. Some love is chosen. Some love is endured. And some love is discovered too late to be ignored.

Zoravar Ahuja built his empire from nothing. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. As the founder and CEO of Ahuja Strategic Group, he controls markets, men, and outcomes with surgical precision. The world sees a self-made tycoon. What it doesn't see are the ghosts that built him - or the lines he has already crossed in the name of revenge. Then Reyaan Mehta walks into his office. Too bright. Too honest. Too alive. Reyaan isn't intimidated by power. He challenges it. He argues. He smiles like the world hasn't bruised him yet. And for the first time in years, Zoravar feels something dangerous - hesitation. Because falling in love is easy. Living with blood on your hands is not. The closer Reyaan gets, the harder Zoravar pulls away. He cannot touch him. Cannot stain him. Cannot let him see the darkness that still clings to his name. Yet letting him go feels impossible. Revenge demands one final step. Love demands he stop before he crosses the line. And when the past finally demands payment, Zoravar will have to choose- Finish what he started. Or become someone worthy of the boy who still believes in him.

~"He was just a boy. I was a monster who only knew how to love in ruins."~ ° ° ° ° ° ° Feared by the underworld, mafia boss "Aaryan" hides a secret - a heart that beats only for one person: "Vihaan", an ordinary college student. Aaryan watches him from afar, protects him in the shadows, and collects every smile like a treasure. But obsession has no boundaries. When danger threatens Vihaan, Aaryan steps out of the shadows - not as a savior, but as the possessive lover he never asked for. What happens when love turns into a cage, and the innocent boy becomes the one with all the power? INDIAN BL DARK ROMANCE BXB MAFIA X STUDENT AGE GAP SOFT TOP POWER BOTTOM MATURE CONTENT 🔥 Note: Story will contain A LOT of mature content so....read at your own risk.... enjoy (I guess).... No hate comments...if you don't like the story.... Respectfully leave. [Pictures used are from Pinterest and belong to the rightful owners.] •Short chapters ahead 👀💁‍♀️

A whispered promise in a New York alley bound two souls-only to be torn apart by betrayal and unspoken truths. Now, in the humid, neon-lit chaos of India, the ruthless Russian mafia king and the cold Indian doctor collide once more, their past igniting a fire that burns hotter than their scars. "You think you can run from me again, Lisichka?" Nikolai's voice is a low growl, dripping with possession, his Russian accent curling around the nickname like a caress. "I own every piece of you, even the parts you hate me for." Yash's lips curl into a bitter smirk, his body arching closer despite the storm of hurt in his chest. "You broke me once, Nikolai. I won't let you do it again." His voice trembles, but his hips press forward, a challenge wrapped in desire. Nikolai's grip tightens, his thumb brushing over Yash's pulse, feeling it race. "Break you? No, my little fox. I'll worship every crack I left behind until you beg for me to ruin you again." His lips crash against Yash's, a kiss that's all teeth and fire, tasting of regret and unspoken promises. In Crimson Hearts, love is a battlefield, where every touch is a wound and every kiss a vow. Will they conquer the darkness that divides them, or will their hearts bleed out in the fight for each other?

Let's follow Aadarsh in his journey of love and eveday drama:) "I did not wish to have a wife like you" "Well that's where you are wrong, first we are husband's and second feelings are mutual" "Then why did you ask your father to marry you off to me" "Oh I didn't ask for it he just thought you would be a good match and married us" "Did he now" "Yes"

Love Cannot be died. It's going on.. with every janam to fulfill it ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

VISHWAJIT PRATAP SINGH: People don't just whisper his name - they shiver when they do. Vishwajit Pratap Singh. The man who doesn't rule a city. He commands Central India. From the dusty streets of Madhya Pradesh to the towering skylines of Nagpur and Raipur - his shadow stretches farther than the law dares to reach. Ministers bow, cops tremble, and even rival dons pray they never cross his path. He's not in politics, but politics bends for him. One command from him, and cities burn. They call him Raja of the Underworld. To betray him is to dig your own grave. To stand beside him is to walk with power. In a world of snakes, he's the king cobra - coiled, silent, and lethal. ISHAN TRIPATHI: The boy who blinks back tears when someone raises their voice - not from fear, but because it genuinely hurts. Ishaan Tripathi is gentle in a world that's anything but. An introvert with a fragile body and an even softer heart, he walks like a prayer - careful, quiet, and full of grace. He startles at conflict, apologizes even when he's not at fault, and hides behind books instead of people. Born with a condition that makes him physically weak, Ishaan is a boy made of glass - but never cold. And somehow, he's the one soul that Vishwajit Pratap Singh, the feared mafia king, bows his head for. To the world, Ishaan is delicate. To Vishwajit, he's divine. His calm in the chaos. His light in the dark. His only softness - in a life carved from violence.