Friendship 💑 ==> Fire 🔥 One shared room, one king-size bed 🏩, and two best friends who flirts playfully and harmless "sex lessons" which turned into forbidden fire 🐦‍🔥. They share clothes, secrets, and a bed, but never the truth of their heart ❤️. One is scared confessing will destroy another's golden future (and his own heart 💙), so he runs... but some possessions are already too deep to escape . Will they ever able to confess the truth of their heart to eachother, to the world⁉️

Damien Blackwood had three beliefs in life: 1. No one could beat him in boxing. 2. America was superior in sports. 3. He was painfully straight. All three beliefs died the same day Mahir Khan walked into the underground ring and broke Damien's jaw in their first match. Literally. Mahir-Indian, calm, annoyingly pretty, and built like he'd never tasted stress-smiled politely after the fight while Damien was busy spitting blood and questioning reality. From that moment on, they became sworn enemies. Their gangs hated each other. Their fists hated each other. Damien hated Mahir's face the most. Then fate decided to add gasoline to the fire. Enter Anaya, a stunning, charming Desi girl with sunshine energy and zero interest in Damien's aggressively American flirting. Damien fell fast-flowers, dumb jokes, dramatic flexing included. Except Anaya didn't want a boyfriend. She wanted to be friends with Mahir. Just friends. Just Mahir. Just existing. Damien watched in horror as Mahir did absolutely nothing-no flirting, no trying-yet Anaya laughed at his dry comments, sat beside him, defended him, and casually ignored Damien's suffering. Meanwhile Mahir remained infuriatingly respectful, oblivious, and hot. Damien's jealousy spiraled. His trash talk turned personal. His fists shook for reasons unrelated to boxing. Somewhere between gang fights, sarcastic arguments, accidental shirtless moments, and Damien realizing he remembered Mahir's smile more than Anaya's perfume-things went terribly wrong. Because Damien wasn't falling for the girl. He was falling six feet under, straight into Mahir. Cue: Explosive rivalry Sexual tension disguised as violence Damien screaming "I HATE YOU" while staring at Mahir's lips Mahir slowly realizing his rival is one emotional breakdown away from confessing And gangs wondering how hatred turned into... whatever this disaster is A chaotic, funny, slow-burn hate-to-love BL where the jaw was broken first- and the heart followed.

"As I passed the silent group, a particularly attractive looking guy caught my eye in said group. He had beautiful platinum blonde hair in a more-on-top style, and icy blue eyes. He was taller than me by about three inches and was muscular in build. Said guy's eyes met mine for a millisecond and I bit my lip. I quickly realized I'd attracted a lot of the group's attention and dropped my head down to hurry away. I could feel his piercing stare on my back as I left; along with his friends' gazes. Theirs' weren't as strange. Theirs' were more friendly than curious."

STORY SUMMARY In the heart of Italy, feared mafia boss Alessandro De Luca is moments away from marrying the Indian bride chosen for him-an arrangement meant to unite two powerful families. But disaster strikes when the bride runs away on the morning of the ceremony. To save face, avoid scandal, and maintain their long-standing alliance, the bride's panic-stricken parents make a desperate decision: They offer their younger son instead. Enter Aarav Sharma - a sweet, soft-spoken, chaotic cinnamon roll who got dragged straight from his room into a wedding sherwani. He doesn't understand mafia politics. He's terrified of guns. And he's so innocent that he thinks Italy is spelled "Itely". But he agrees for his family. 💍 The Wedding of Chaos After the hasty marriage, Alessandro takes Aarav to the De Luca mansion. The first words he says: "This wedding is just to protect my prestige. You don't have to act like my wife or husband. Understand?" Aarav nods calmly. "I know, Mr." Alessandro raises an eyebrow. "Oh? And how?" Aarav says with complete innocence: "Cause my dad always said there was Ram and Sita... not Ram and Ravan." Alessandro stares. Aarav continues cheerfully: "I mean, it's Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve." The mafia mansion goes silent. The boss wonders what kind of creature he has married. Bit by bit, Alessandro falls: The boy calls him "Mr. Boss" instead of husband. He trusts Alessandro blindly. He smiles even while scared. He hugs Alessandro like a koala when he hears thunder. A man made of ice... Starts melting. The arranged, forced, prestige-saving marriage slowly turns into: Soft love. Dangerous devotion. Aarav becomes the one person who can calm the beast inside Alessandro. But enemies quickly learn the boss has a weakness now: a precious, innocent boy who doesn't know how lovable he is. Now Alessandro must protect his unexpected husband... Even if it means burning down the entire mafia world.

A haunting, seductive enemies-to-lovers story where obsession isn't a weakness - it's the plan. Viransh Mehra is a brilliant student - top of his class, quiet, calculated... and unhealthily obsessed. Advait Sinha is a cold, by-the-book literature teacher with a locked heart and a past full of mistakes. He lives by routine, silence, and iron rules - rules that start to crack when he realizes he's being watched... not just in class, but everywhere. What begins as a subtle fixation turns into a chilling game of psychological chess: Viransh wants to break through the teacher's icy control and own him completely - mind, body, and fear. But the more Advait tries to escape the student's growing obsession, the deeper he sinks into it - caught between fear and forbidden desire. Control shifts. Power blurs. And soon, the only thing more dangerous than being wanted... is wanting it back. Tropes: •dark academia •bl romance •teacher × student (18+) •genius stalker top •cold older bottom •obsession → desire → disaster

Warnings :- cringe AF!! english is not my first language so there could be some grammatical issues and this is my first story writing so it can also not turn out as your expectations. And THIS MIGHT A POLLY!! Thank you,

Rudra and Yuvan were never supposed to get along. Rudra: the untouchable top student, cold as glass, flawless as a legend. Yuvan: the loud-mouthed genius who swore he'd beat Rudra no matter what. Their rivalry is the talk of the academy-every exam, every debate, every grade turns into a battlefield. They're rich, brilliant, and absolutely determined to destroy each other. But when a national competition forces them to work side by side, the lines between hatred and something far more dangerous start to blur. Sharp words turn into stolen glances. Competition turns into obsession. And Yuvan can't decide what drives him crazier-wanting to beat Rudra... or wanting him, period. 🔥 Tropes inside: Academic rivals → lovers Nerd × nerd Younger top × older bottom Rich boys, slow burn, sharp banter, secret tension

Rava Weston is the definition of the ideal son. He follows the rules, smiles when he should, and never causes trouble. His future is laid out-while he has just enough space to secretly chase his own quiet dreams of becoming a teacher, so long as he plays the role his parents expect. But when he's forced to attend a family summit back in Italy, everything starts to unravel. Because Gio Fontana will be there. Gio is reckless, magnetic, too rich for his own good. He's got cops who know him by name, and NOT because they're friends. His motorcycle is his greatest love, and rules don't seem to apply to him. He has a reputation that makes fathers lock their doors. Especially Rava's father. Rava and Gio, never got along. But this time, the tension feels like hunger more than hate. And as the days stretch on, Rava's perfectly safe world starts to slip through his fingers, because what's building between him and Gio is not just risky, it's forbidden. And it might be the first real thing Rava's ever felt. 🥇 #1 - gay 🥇 #1 - enemiestolovers 🥇 #1 - forbiddenlove 🥇 #1 - lgbtfiction 🥇 #1 - bxb 🥇 #1 - bl 🥇 #1 - bxblove 🥇 #1 - boyxboy 🥇 #1 - biker 🥇 #1 - Italy 🥇 #1 - denial 🥇 #1 - angst 🥇 #1 - gaylove 🥇 #1 - gayfiction 🥇 #1 - fluffy 🥇 #1 - mxm 🥇 #1 - bisexual 🥇 #1 - gaycouple 🥇 #1 - love 🥇 #1 - mlm 🥇 #1 - funny 🥇 #1 - fanfiction 🥇 #1 - obsession 🥇 #1 - slowburn 🥇 #1 - queer Also available in Amazon, physical and Kindle ebook version ✅ (with some bonus spicy chapters)

Anirudh Singh Chauhan - the handsome hunk of college. Girls falling head over heels for the charming guy. Anirudh was anything but gay but that bubble of reality shattered when his eyes locked with his cute little roommate. Garv Sinha - was anything but cute. With the dashing personality and a rising star of the university both in sports and academics. He was very clear for his goal with no distraction q he crashed with a walking 6 feet distraction. Shredded body and that charming boyish smile he made everyone fall for him but will this charm work on garv too. It's an engineering college romance (All the pictures used in the story do not belong to me the credit goes to the respective person)

"I trusted you, Nevan. I thought... I thought you cared. But you were just playing with me," Celix whispered, tears streaming down his face as his voice cracked. "You used me... and I'll never forgive you for that,you destroyed my life." I'll never forgive you."......... (this line always haunting him) (Completed 💯)