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 forbidden. Not just risky. And it might be the first real thing Rava's ever felt. 🥇 #1 - gay 🥇 #1 - rivals 🥇 #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 - obsession 🥇 #1 - lgbtromance 🥇 #1 - traveling 🥇 #1 - fatalattraction 🥇 #1 - grumpyxsunshine 🥇 #1 - slowburn 🥇 #1 - queer Also available on Amazon, physical + Kindle version with extra spicy scenes ✨

✧⁠*⁠。"Seven Vows With Stranger " ✧⁠*⁠。 She's a Maithili Bihari woman kind, smart, and fiercely independent. A teacher, a secret fictional writer, and a Shiv Bhakt who believes every pain has a reason. She craves love... but she knows the world is darker than most can survive. He's a Punjabi billionaire commanding, manipulative, and ruthless. He doesn't believe in love, only in control, power, and the legacy of his family. Seven vows. One arranged marriage. Two strangers trapped under the same roof. She refuses to be controlled. He refuses to be challenged. Yet in the shadows of duty and desire, attraction becomes dangerous... and survival is no longer enough. Dark. Intense. Unforgiving. Can two worlds collide without destroying each other... or themselves? Tropes ✓Maithali Bihari woman × Punjabi man ✓ Elder daughter × Elder son ✓ Bossy × Grumpy ✓ Responsible × Commanding ✓ Secretly fictional writer × Billionaire CEO ✓ Higher middle class × High class ✓ Kind, innocent × Clever,manipulative © 2026 Kaashi. All rights reserved. Date: 22 February 2026

"Don't touch me... please, don't!" Dua screamed, trembling. "Shh... it's me... it's me... Baacha," Reyansh's voice was calm, steady, wrapping around her like a lifeline. Tears streamed down her face. "He... he will... he'll hurt me too... he bought me and my sister..." she sobbed, clinging to him in desperation. "Shh... I'm so sorry for your loss. No one will hurt you... not ever," Reyansh whispered, holding her close. Her body went limp, collapsing into his arms. "Baacha... open your eyes... talk to me..." he pleaded, heart aching. But she remained silent... unresponsive... leaving him holding her fragile form, the weight of her pain crushing his soul. ✨© Kaashi WRTS | 20 September 2025 | All Rights Reserved✨ ✓ Mafia × Innocent ✓ Talkative Female × Quiet/Listening Male ✓ Professor × Hacker ✓ Billionaire × Middle Class ✓ Sweet × Grumpy ✓ Possessive × Caring ✓ Protector × Vulnerable ✓ Silent Hero × Emotional Heroine ✓ Secret Identity × Curious Heroine ✓ Revenge × Redemption ✓ Dark Past × Healing Love 2025-9-20 started (⁠人⁠*⁠'K｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

✧____________(⁠✯⁠ᴗ⁠✯⁠)_____________✧ 🪷 "Her innocent king" season 2 "🪷 "You never told me... you're a billionaire and the CEO of a law firm," Ishaan's voice cracked, pain hidden behind those calm, cat-like eyes. Aaniya stepped closer, her hand pressing over his heart, her lips barely above a whisper "Because I was me... and your lover... every second I was with you," she said, her words a mixture of truth, fire, and regret. "You should find someone of your status... not a simple, ordinary orphan doctor," he said quietly, his voice steady but his eyes betraying the storm inside. Aaniya stepped closer, her heels echoing softly against the marble floor, a dangerous smile curving her lips. "No one can match your status, muffin," she whispered, her gaze locking into his. "And my choice... is never ordinary." Her fingers brushed his jaw, tilting his face toward her. "Muffin," she breathed, her tone melting between challenge and confession,"I am yours... and you are mine. And I will do anything to make sure the world knows it. ""You kept me in the dark for six months, Aaniya," Ishaan said, his voice breaking as he looked at her one last time. "I can't trust you anymore... and I don't love you. We're no more friends." He turned away before the tremor in his voice could betray the ache in his chest. Aaniya didn't move. She just smiled softly, painfully as her heart bled behind that calm face. "But I do, muffin," she whispered. He froze at the door, his throat tightening, tears burning behind his eyes. He swallowed hard... and walked away. And for the first time, the woman who never lost a case, lost the only heart she ever wanted to win. © 2025 Kaashi Kaashi. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form without the prior written permission of the author. November 13, 2025

He never wore a crown, never held a gun... but still, he ruled her world. She was born with blood on her hands and fire in her veins-the mafia princess everyone feared. A girl who could break ribs without breaking a sweat, yet secretly dreamed of fairy tales. And he? He was just a boy with flour-dusted fingers and a heart too pure for her dark world. A gamer. A dreamer. The last person you'd expect to survive her storm. But fate doesn't ask for permission. One forced marriage. One innocent heart trapped in her dangerous empire. One girl who would tear down the underworld to protect the only man who made her feel human. She was raised to be a queen of crime- But for him, she chose to be his princess first... and his protector forever. After all, he wasn't just her husband. He was... Her innocent King. 👑

⁠☞The Mafia's Broken Bride⁠☞ Boss... we got the location of the orphanage. The girl we asked about... ??? Silence. The kind that suffocates walls. And for the first time in years... he breathed. A slow inhale. Like a man who had been drowning and finally found air. "Let's go..." he said. Two words. But his men felt the storm behind them. Other side... "Plzzz nahiii Dai maa... haam aap se vinti karte haii madad kijiye. Dai maa..." a girl cried. ["Please no, Dai Maa... I beg you... please help me... Dai Maa..."] Her voice trembled like a broken prayer in an empty temple. "Open the door! Leave her!" Dai Maa cried from outside, her frail hands banging against the wood. Her cries were desperate. Helpless. The man inside laughed darkly. "Yese kaise chhordu... I mahine se dekh raha hu... ek kis ke maafi chaal se maara us budhiya ne... teri wajah se..." he snarled. ["How can I just leave you... I've been watching for a month... that old woman ruined my plan because of you... because of you..."] His breath reeked of alcohol and hatred. He stepped closer. Too close. The girl stumbled back, her back hitting the cold wall. Her heartbeat pounded violently in her ears . He leaned in, invading her space, gripping her arm harshly. She cried out "Aah... nahi... nahiii!" ["Ahh... no... nooo!"] Her tears fell uncontrollably. Fear wrapped around her like chains. Outside, Dai Maa kept screaming. Inside, the room felt smaller. Darker. Suffocating. © 2026 Kaashi. All Rights Reserved. This story is a work of fiction. Any reproduction or copying without permission is strictly prohibited.

Cursed Thread A thread of pure love woven with curse. "You stole my love, Rana Sa," she screamed, her voice breaking like shattered glass. "I curse you. Your love will never be yours. In every lifetime, she will stand before you from her first breath to her last close enough to touch, yet never to keep.somewill snatch your love from you... You will live for her. You will burn for her. And you will suffer for her... forever." But the truth was buried deeper deeper than betrayal,deeper than blood,deeper than the grave itself. In every lifetime, he tried to protect her. And in every lifetime, he failed. She died in his arms. Again. And again. And again. Yet this time... something changed. This time, he will not beg fate. He will not trust destiny. He will not let love bleed silently before his eyes. If the world demands her life he will burn the world. Because this time, he will not let his love die. Not in front of him. Not in any lifetime. 🩸🖤 @ Kaashiwrts

Vihaan Raichand (The Cold Mafia ) "I've killed for less. But for my wife, I'll kneel-without hesitation. And those who dare raise their voice against her... I'll slit their throat without thinking twice." "She is my only peace in this cursed world. I don't care if her mind is like a child's. She doesn't need to understand this world-I'll protect her from it. She only needs to be safe... and smile "I lost her once... and I died with her. There won't be a second time. Not even fate has permission to take her from me now."* *"Let them call me mad. Let them call her broken. She's mine. And I'll tear the world apart to keep her that way Ruhanika Sehgal (His Innocent, Childlike Bride): "Vihaan came to take me... He fights the monsters, not me. Because I'm his good girl, his princess." "He says I'm his doll... But I'm real. I have a heart, and it only beats when he hugs me." "If I cry, he gets angry. Not at me. At the world. He says nobody gets to make his 'Ruhuu' sad." "When I grow up, I'll marry him again. In a big white dress... with candy!" "People say I'm slow. But I know one thing. Vihaan loves me more than the stars love the sky." He's the man the world fears-the cold Mafia King with blood on his hands. But for her, he softens. For his innocent, childlike bride, Vihaan Raichand becomes something the world never thought he could be-gentle. "She's my only peace in this cursed world," he says, holding her like she's made of stardust. Ruhanika doesn't understand the darkness he walks through-but she doesn't have to. She just smiles, and he's willing to burn the world to keep that light in her eyes. To him, she's not broken. She's his. And that's enough. He calls her his doll. She calls him her hero. And in their fragile, unspoken way, they've built a love that even fate dares not touch. #SoftRomance #ProtectiveLove #HeLovesHerSoftly #GentleObsession #HisRuhuu #TenderDevotion #MafiaWithAHeart #ChildlikeBride #HisOnlyPeace #WholesomeButIntense

𝙏𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙠𝙮𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙖 , 𝙈𝙖𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙃𝙤 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞...... ♡ 𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙄 𝘿𝙀𝙀𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙄 ♡ Shashwat Rajvansh - An introvert, calm and ambitious guy studies in class 12th. For him "Rules are meant to be followed". He is a bookworm and topper of his class . He is prince charming of almost all girls of school but never give a glance to them . His dream is to join Indian army and for that he is studying very hard . He has no time for Love. Siya Malhotra - An exovert and chirpy girl studies in class 11th . She is always ready to break the rules and have zero interest in study . She has promised herself to not to fall in love but a sudden encounter with her senior "Shashwat Rajvansh" Changed her perspective about love when she slowly started falling for him who doesn't seem to be interested in her. The more she is getting to know him the more she is falling for him. ************************************************** "For me, Love is devotion." She said, her eyes were drawn to the resplendent Krishna idol. "Then I am devoted to you, Siya, the way you are devoted to your Krishna." He replied looking at her with an intensity akin to how a priest gazes at an idol. *************************************************** Jump inside the story to know more ❤️✨. ______________________________________________ There is no cheating, no toxicity and no love angle. It is just a simple school love story which includes Love, friendship and lots of fun that would probably take you back to your school days. ______________________________________________________

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. THIS STORY IS WRITTEN WITH THE HELP OF "AI",BUT STORY LINE IS MY OWN. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!