When Roderic Volkov, the most feared mafia boss in the underworld, realized his enemies would stop at nothing to destroy him, he made the hardest decision of his life-sending his five-year-old son away. Hidden. Forgotten. The boy was sent to India under a new name-Shivay. For fifteen years, the underworld believed the youngest Volkov heir had disappeared from existence. But the truth? He didn't disappear. He grew. And he grew dangerous. At twenty, the long-lost Volkov heir finally returns to the dark halls of the Volkov mafia mansion. But the boy who walks through those doors looks nothing like a mafia prince. He looks... harmless. Soft eyes. Gentle voice. Cute face. The kind of person who looks like he might cry if someone raises their voice. The hardened mafia members of the Volkov mansion panic. "Don't scare him." "He looks fragile." "Why does the boss's son look like a Disney prince?" Everyone tries to be careful around the adorable boy who grew up in India. The cute boy isn't innocent. He's a walking disaster. Sassy. Dramatic. Sharp-tongued. A complete diva who roasts mafia assassins like it's a hobby. Beneath that angelic face hides a devil who fears absolutely nothing. And the most dangerous part? He enjoys chaos. Meanwhile, across the city, Alessandro De Luca, the cold and merciless head of the De Luca mafia, has built a reputation that terrifies even the most powerful families. He rarely speaks-and when he does, it's usually someone's death sentence. Emotionless. Untouchable. Ruthless. Until the day he meets Alexander Volkov's younger brother. The sassy, sharp-mouthed boy who looks like a harmless angel but talks like a demon. For the first time in his life, Alessandro De Luca finds himself...Obsessed. Because the mafia prince everyone is trying to protect? He might actually be the most dangerous person in the room. The cutest devil might be the deadliest of them all.

A traditional Indian village-but in an alternate world where: BL marriages are normal Multiple partner marriages allowed (like m×b×m) A traditional Indian village-but in an alternate world where: Society still has hierarchy, honor, power struggles "Omega-like" men (bottoms) can conceive children

In a twist of fate orchestrated by family, two men from entirely different worlds are brought together through an arranged marriage. Wang Yibo is a product of the American Midwest. Having spent his entire life in the United States, he carries himself with the easy confidence and casual directness of someone who has only ever known one culture. His world is one of open roads, individual choice, and the straightforward rhythms of American life. Xiao Zhan's world, in contrast, is small and silent. Forced to leave school at a young age, he never had the chance to return. The doors that education opens remained firmly shut, leaving him illiterate in a world that prizes the written word. This limitation has shaped him into someone deeply timid, a person who has learned that safety lies in shrinking into the background, observing but never participating. When their families unite them, Yibo and Xiao Zhan are thrust into a life neither of them asked for. They are strangers bound by a contract, their vast differences-in education, culture, and self-assurance-creating a chasm between them. Can a marriage built on family obligation, rather than love, ever truly work? Can a man who has had every opportunity find common ground with one who has had none? The answer to that question becomes infinitely more complicated when their unlikely union produces a miracle that defies all logic. [SPOILER: This story contains the Mpreg (Male Pregnancy) trope, adding a profound and life-altering challenge to their already fragile relationship.]

Stood Third place winner in romance category of STARLIGHT AWARDS! Previously known as "Making her mine" "Get ready . You have only 20 mins". He ordered with dominance in his voice. " for what?" she asked in a low voice . "for nikkah.." "whose nikkah?" "your nikkah" he said casually. "my nikkah? what are you saying I can't marry I am already engaged with someone I love and besides who the are you to decide my wedding?" she roared with anger clenching his collar in her tiny hands. Tears were rolling on her cheeks. "Don't make it difficult sweetheart. I don't want to hurt you but you are getting out of control.Behave yourself and I m sending beautician here. She will make you ready ." he said trying to not sound angry but he was . "whom I m getting married to?" she asked in a low whisper. "Does it matter?" she looked at him shocked. "well if you want to know than listen you are getting married to me .." "YOU ARE A RUTHLESS MONSTER WHO HAVE NO MERCY I HATE YOU I LOATHE YOU ". He turned and went out of the room closing the door with a heavy sigh. she broke down into tears and sat on ground covering herself with her hands. ________ This is a story of a mafia leader who fell in love with a girl at first sight and compelled to make her his at any cost. what will the girl do when he will marry her forcefully? what will happen when her all decisions of hating him and making his life a living hell went in vain and by passings days and nights with him under same roof she started to have feelings for him? A story of love ,hate , friendship with happy ending..

I gasped loudly and took a step back, only to hit my back against the shelf door. He looked directly into my eyes; it felt like he was seeing right through my soul. His eyes were so intense that I couldn't handle it, so I looked away, but he made me look at him by lifting my chin with his thumb and index finger. "You have no idea how much I am controlling myself from making you mine," I looked at him wide-eyed and tried to push him away, but he pinned my hands on either side of my head with his. He leaned closer to me, so I turned my face away, but his lips landed on my cheek. My eyes widened at his act. I wriggled and freed my hands from his hold before pushing him away with full force. I tried to go past him from the right, and I did succeed, as he seemed amused by how I pushed him. But before I could take another step, I was pulled back to him, my back pressing against his front. He held both my hands down with one hand, and with the other, he pushed my hair to the left and placed his lips on my neck. __________________________________ 𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥, 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤, 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟. 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖. ~𝔸ℕ𝔸𝔹𝕀𝕐𝔸 𝕂ℍ𝔸ℕ __________________________________ 𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕀'𝕞 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖, 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦

A story in which a boy named Wei Ying travels to past and gets married to the crazy 2nd prince of Gusu Lan clan. let's see what will happen in next. will Wei Ying accept the crazy prince as his husband or run away ? will he fell In love with the crazy prince or not. don't forget to vote and comment I have taken inspiration from a drama that I watched a long time ago. I don't remember the name now .

Book 1 of "ETERNAL : MOHABBAT AE JUNOON" series [ On hold ] slow down ___ Description Before Reading the Story Please remember that this is an Indian Boys' Love story and everything in it is completely fictional. The characters, settings, and events are all imaginary and not connected to real life or any real communities. Some stories may include Hindu characters, some may include Muslim characters, and some may mix different cultures, but this is only for creative storytelling and not based on real traditions or beliefs. Any pictures used, including those from Pinterest, belong to their original owners and are only used for inspiration. You may also see male characters described with feminine words, or wearing jewelry and softer clothing styles, depending on their personality and the scene. If anything in this fictional world makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to leave the story instead of commenting negatively. I want this space to stay respectful and positive. Please also note that English is not my first language, so my writing may not be perfect. Updates might be slow, and sometimes a chapter can be late by weeks or even a month. Thank you for your patience and for being here. 💖 ---

"Let me go!!! I don't sleep with anyone except my future alpha! " yelled the omega fiercely staring into the eyes of the alpha. . . . . "Do you Rain Nutturat Tangwai take Phayu sermsongwittaya to be your lawfully wedded husband? " " I Do" I can't believe I am married to this alpha, just because i rejected sleeping with him. Why is my life always like this? Getting no love from anyone... not from parents, sibling, friends and now....... My evil alpha husband. Am I not worthy to be loved???? -------------------- Caution: This story is mostly angst. Please do make sure to read the warning before the chapter. ***************** This is a fan fiction about phayurain. These characters are not related to the original LITA story. It is fiction. It's my first time,so please be generous and I am open for any suggestions and changes.... hope you like this😊

An Italian Mafia is forced to marry a Indian Innocent boy who is despised by his own family . Bound by a promise that was never his to make, Ishaan had always lived like a shadow in his own home-unwanted, unheard, and quietly enduring the weight of a family that never truly claimed him. On the other side of the world, power had a name. Control had a face. And fear had learned to whisper it in reverence. When circumstances twist into something neither of them can escape, Ishaan finds himself tied to a man whose world is built on authority, silence, and unspoken danger. A marriage forged not out of love, but necessity. Two lives that should have never crossed. One, too gentle for the cruelty he has known. The other, too dangerous to ever be gentle. And in the space between obligation and resistance... something begins to shift. Slowly. Quietly. Irreversibly. Ishaan & ALESSANDRO Lombardi

"𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒚. 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆." I never thought I'd sell myself to a stranger. But when desperation claws at your throat, you'll do anything to survive. To save my mother from the man who's been destroying her for years, I stepped into the shadows of an exclusive, forbidden auction. My body for a week. Enough money to finally buy our way out. I thought I could handle it. Then Ambrose Blackwell stepped into the room. Cold. Untouchable. Sinfully dangerous. He didn't just bid. He claimed. And when his dark eyes met mine, I knew - I hadn't sold my body. I'd sold my soul. Now, I wear his collar. I kneel when he commands. And every breath I take belongs to him. He's not interested in letting me go. And I'm beginning to realize...I don't want him to. 👑 HIGHEST RANKINGS 👑 #1 in justreadit 08/02/26