Where Ishan stumbles into Shubman's life one day and changes the latter's life forever. Shubman takes pity on Ishan but will the pity turn into something more? Shubman doesn't know, but he's ready to find out. Are you?

Title: "Behind Those Innocent Eyes" Synopsis: Everyone in the Indian Cricket Team (ICT) knows that Ishan Kishan is the baby of the squad-too cute, too adorable, and completely innocent. His infectious smile, bubbly personality, and constant teasing make him the team's favorite. And no one loves teasing him more than his best friend and roommate, Shubman Gill. But what happens when the team-and especially Shubman-witness a side of Ishan they've never seen before? Shubman finds himself drawn to this new side of Ishan, but is he ready to handle the fire hidden beneath all that sweetness? ---

Title: My Ishu Baby Summary: In this soft, fluffy friends-to-lovers fanfic, Shubman Gill is a possessive, overprotective, and slightly angry top who treats Ishan Kishan like his precious baby. Ishu is the innocent, shy, obedient bottom - loved by the entire Indian cricket team but protected fiercely by Shubman, who calls him sweet names like Ishu baby, princess, and mera baccha. The story follows their everyday moments: Shubman carrying Ishan's kit bag because "baby shouldn't lift heavy things." Shubman feeding Ishu, cuddling him, and glaring at any teammate who makes Ishu blush. ICT team witnessing Shubman's whipped behavior and teasing both like a chaotic desi family. A soft, tearful love confession when Ishan cries thinking Shubman is angry, only to be comforted with "I love you, mera baby." It's pure cute fluff with possessive Shubman, baby Ishu, nicknames, cuddles, jealous glares, and desi-style team drama.

Joong Archen, leader of the Esper Mafia Clan, lives with one truth: His sister didn't just die - she was driven to death. And the man responsible? Alom Natachai - now a respected figure in one of Thailand's most powerful business families. Joong can't touch Alom directly. So he chooses something far crueler: He'll destroy the Natachai family from the inside. Starting with Dunk Natachai. Highest Rankings˖⁠♡ JoongDunk - #4 Dunk - #1 Joong -#1 Revenge - #2 PondPhuwin - #16

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

HIS PERFECT STRANGER Subtitle: Our Slow Blooms The scent of marigolds was suffocating. The sacred fire was a witness to a union born of a dying man's wish and a living man's despair. Arth looked at his husband-the man he had loved from the shadows for years-and saw only a stranger. A man whose soul was buried in a grave three years ago. "Humne phere le liye hain, Zamindar Ji..." Arth's voice was a fragile whisper, his eyes searching for a single spark of warmth in the cold marble of Vikram's face. Vikram didn't look back. His gaze was fixed on the portrait of the woman whose place Arth could never take. "Shaadi hui hai, Arth. Rishta nahi." Vikram's voice was like a frost that killed the first bloom of spring. "Is ghar ki dehleez ke andar tum sirf ek zimmedari ho. Meri patni ki jagah lene ki koshish bhi mat karna... kyunki vo jagah aaj bhi bhari hui hai." Arth stood in the silence of a room that still smelled like another woman's perfume, holding a glass of water from a man who gave him everything except a reason to breathe. He had married his dream, only to realize he was living in someone else's nightmare. What happens when the heart you want to heal is the one that refuses to beat for anyone living? Can a shadow ever compete with a ghost? Dive into a tale of 19th-century angst, silent tears, and a love so patient it might just break before it blooms.

Lev Banerjee has three rules. Never get attached. Never repeat a partner. And never lose to Atish Oberoi. For years, Lev and Atish have been rivals, fighting in swimming competitions, arguing like enemies, and refusing to stand in the same room peacefully. Then there's Anay Oberoi. Atish's younger brother. First-year literature student. Football player. The good boy everyone seems to love. The one person Lev Banerjee should stay away from. But rules were never really Lev's thing. And falling for your rival's brother? That might be the most dangerous rule to break. Happy Reading. Do share your opinion on comment. Do follow, vote and comment. Images don't belong me. Your Author, Moorva Arin

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⁉️

"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."

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