One is a lethal machine. The other is a beautiful mess. He is the man of absolute silence. A ghost in a lsuit who moves through the world like an apex predator. He doesn't negotiate, he doesn't apologize, and he definitely doesn't have time for a chaotic university student with a sharp tongue and zero survival instincts. Then there's the brat. He's a whirlwind of dramatic exits, petty curses, and enough "extra" energy to power a small city. He's the boy who refuses to be ignored, the one who looks at the most dangerous man in the city and decides to make him a target for his next tantrum. It started with a small incident. . It should have ended with a check and a cold shoulder. But he isn't finished pushing buttons, and for the first time in his life, the man started to enjoy the DISASTER. He wanted to teach the brat a lesson in silence. The brat is about to show him that silence is a very lonely place to live. MY BEAUTIFUL DISASTER ~~~~~~~~~~

Five years ago, Ishan Kishan did the bravest and stupidest thing of his life-he left the man he loved. He broke his own heart, disappeared, became the first Omega ACP in India, raised a five-year-old daughter who thinks she runs the government, and convinced himself that moving on was a real thing people actually did. Spoiler: it was not. Now life is simple. Catch criminals. Ignore society. Survive his mother Kavita's lectures. Pack Aaruhi's school tiffin. Pretend he does not still think about one certain arrogant cricket star. Very manageable. Until Mumbai happens. And unfortunately, so does Shubman Gill. India's cricket prince. National heartthrob. Walking ego in expensive shirts. Possessive Alpha. Professional menace. Also, Ishan's first love. Biggest regret. Personal headache. When death threats force ACP Ishan Kishan to become head of security for the Indian cricket team, he expects danger. He does not expect Shubman looking him in the eye and deciding, very calmly, that losing him once was enough. Now there is unresolved love, old wounds, too much chemistry, one extremely observant child, and a dangerously shameless Alpha who keeps looking at him like "running away again" is no longer an available option. Between handcuffs and heartbeats, duty and desire, and a past that refuses to stay buried, some loves do not end. They just wait. And Shubman Gill? He has waited long enough.

Scorpion is a mafia boss who has ruled the underground network since he was fourteen. He goes by the nickname 'Scorpion' because he stings his victims and never misses. Kayde is a die-hard detective with a knack for solving unsolvable crimes and mysteries. After the daughter of a minister goes missing the trail leads to the ruthless and arrogant mafia boss, Scorpion. The two dominant untouchable men's paths collide when he is arrested and taken in for questioning. What happens when two opposite sides of the law collide? Is love more capable than the sense of justice? # 1 Prime minister #1 Comingoutofthecloset #1 Crime Fiction #1 Closet #1 Complicatedrelationships #1 Detective #1 Page Turner

Daniver calls the sky her home. Carrie calls every country a client. A pilot who is always chasing the horizon. An attorney with international cases that never let her stay still. Two women with packed lives in carry-ons and no reason to slow down. Well, until they crash into each other. No plans. No expectations. Just fate being annoying. Every city becomes a backdrop, every fleeting moment feels like home, and somehow, between delayed flights and overbooked rooms, they start thinking about staying. They say, when your worlds are always in motion, maybe love is the one thing that finally makes you want to land.

We were in a fucking library. In broad daylight. Where anyone could walk in and see Sebastian Knox, ice king of Halgrave, grinding against Charles Ravenscroft like he couldn't stop himself. "Is this what you wanted?" Sebastian asked quietly, voice like gravel and sin. "When you manipulated the pairing? When you forced us together? Did you fantasize about this? About me losing control?" "Yes," I breathed, because lying seemed pointless when I was leaking and my hands had somehow found their way to his shoulders, gripping fabric like it was the only thing keeping me upright. "Of course you did." He shifted again, creating more friction, more pressure. "Four years and you're still the same desperate little thing. Still begging for scraps of my attention." "I'm not-" The words died as he ground forward again, hitting exactly the right angle to make my vision white out. "You are." His hand on my throat moved-sliding up to grip my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes. "Look at you. Falling apart from nothing. I've barely touched you and you're already a mess." "Then stop," I challenged, even though my body was screaming the opposite. "If I'm so pathetic, so desperate-walk away. Prove you don't want this." Sebastian Knox, Heir to American Mafia. Knox Syndicate. Cold. Calculated. Ruthless. Charles Ravenscroft, Heir to Ravenscroft Enterprises. Chaotic. Shameless. Narcissist. [Standalone] [Book #3 in House of Halgrave Series] ⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: Legacy of Scars is a dark MM romance intended for mature readers only (18+). This book contains: Explicit sexual content - graphic, unapologetic, and not fade-to-black. If you're not ready for that, this isn't your book. Graphic violence and murder - these men are dangerous. They were raised dangerous. They will act accordingly. Dark themes including but not limited to: childhood trauma, abuse, toxic and obsessive relationship dynamics, manipulation, coercion, and morally corrupt characters doing morally corrupt things

Arjun Singhania - the quiet, middle brother of Mumbai's most feared mafia family - is known as "Bhai" to everyone who matters. He smiles for his elder brother Vihaan, scolds his naughty youngest brother Reyansh, and hides every scar from the night he was kidnapped at 17. No one knows about the torture. No one knows he was raped. No one knows about the heart condition that keeps him awake at 3 a.m. or the anorexia he fights alone every day. Except Jai Malhotra. His childhood best friend. His doctor. The one man who has seen every crack in Bhai's armor and still looks at him like he's worth saving. Everyone around them can see it - the way Bhai gets dangerously possessive when anyone gets too close to Jai, the way Jai's eyes soften only for Bhai, the way they orbit each other like they've been in love for years without ever saying the words. But when Jai secretly learns the full horror of Arjun's past, the walls finally break. Now Bhai must choose: keep hiding forever, or let the only man he's ever loved heal the parts of him that even his brothers can't reach. A story of strict brothers who punish and protect, of midnight terrace talks, stolen touches, and a love so deep it scares them both. "Log kya kahenge?" doesn't matter when the only person who can fix your broken heart is the one you've been calling 'best friend' all your life.

In Mumbai, power isn't just fought- it's claimed. A ruthless CEO and a rule-breaking politician stand on opposite sides of control, both believing they're untouchable... until rivalry starts feeling dangerously personal. At the same time, an IPS officer and a therapist blur the line between chaos and calm, hiding a connection that could ruin everything. Two battles. One city. Where rules burn, secrets breathe, and nothing stays the same.

Kabir Anand had everything planned. A perfect life. A perfect future. A perfect wedding with the girl he loved. But on the day he was supposed to say "I do"... she walked into his room- and told him she loved someone else. He let her go. He watched her run away with another man... and took the blame to protect her. But a week later- she came back. Not as his bride. But as a dead body. With his fingerprints on her. Now, Kabir isn't just heartbroken- he's the prime suspect. Assigned to the case is Detective Lucas Reed- a man who trusts evidence more than people, and truths more than emotions. To him, Kabir is just another suspect. But the deeper he digs into the case, the more things don't add up... Because Kabir Anand doesn't feel like a killer. He feels like something far more dangerous- innocent. And somewhere between accusations, late-night interrogations, and a truth no one is ready to face... lines begin to blur. Between right and wrong. Between truth and lies. Between hate... and something that feels a lot like love. --- A broken wedding. A brutal truth. And a love story no one saw coming.

Atharv Parihaar is a ruthless, perfection-obsessed mafia king who trusts no one but himself. After a deadly betrayal, he is drugged and left to die in a forest. That night, an unknown man saves his life. Atharv survives but the memory of that night is broken, fragmented, and haunting. Years later, Atharv is raising two mysterious children in secret, carrying unanswered questions about his past. Just as his life returns to ruthless order, a new assistant joins him timid, fragile, and completely unsuitable for Atharv's world. The problem? Atharv can't shake the feeling of being watched. Of being claimed. Of being remembered by someone he doesn't remember at all. A dark romantic rom-com where obsession hides behind weakness, danger hides behind innocence, and one forgotten night refuses to stay buried. -- indian bl

In a corporate office in Nagpur, a quiet tension builds as a man suspects he's being watched-both at work and at home. As boundaries blur and secrets unfold, surveillance turns into a dangerous game, forcing him to confront desire, control, and the thin line between fear and intimacy.