𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐒 In the world of cricket, fame came easy to men like Shubman Gill. Pretty smiles. Expensive watches. Headlines filled with rumors, scandals, and another woman linked to his name every other week. The nation called him cricket's golden boy, talented, charming, dangerously addictive to watch both on and off the field. And Shubman wore that reputation like a crown. Then there was Shreyas Iyer. Disciplined. Focused. Untouchable. The kind of cricketer coaches trusted, seniors respected, and fans admired from a distance because men like him didn't let people get too close. He believed in hard work, control, and never letting emotions interfere with the game. Which was exactly why he could never stand Shubman Gill. At least that's what the media thought. Because years ago, before the cold stares, passive aggressive interviews, and dressing room tension, they had actually been friends. Rivals from opposite teams who somehow still found comfort in each other between packed schedules, exhausting tours, and the suffocating pressure of being India's future. Until cricket ruined it, or maybe ambition did. The captaincy race turned ugly, selection politics made it worse. One position. Two egos. Endless comparisons. And suddenly every conversation became a competition. Every handshake became forced. Every match between them felt less like cricket and more like war. The media loved it. Fans turned their rivalry into entertainment. Cameras captured every glare, every sarcastic comment, every moment of visible irritation between India's two biggest stars. What nobody saw, was the tension that lingered a little too long. The way anger started feeling dangerously close to obsession. The way hatred burned hotter than it should. Because enemies weren't supposed to look at each other like that. And they definitely weren't supposed to want the one person determined to destroy him.

Not too long ago, the complaints started rolling in. George's clients said the sessions lacked feeling - no heat, no hunger, just cold, practiced movements behind polished smiles. His workers were frustrated too; their performances had grown mechanical, the spark slowly dying night after night. Desperate to save his business, George hired Dr. Max Verstappen - a sharp, unflinching sex therapist - to work exclusively with his staff and bring the passion back. From the very first day, Max couldn't stop watching George. The pimp moved through his glittering, shadowed world with smug confidence, effortless charm, and absolute control. Every glance, every command, radiated the kind of raw dominance that came from never having to answer to anyone. And a dangerous thought began to take root in Max's mind: How delicious it would be to turn the untouchable George into his own personal sex worker - just for fun. To strip away the arrogance, lay the powerful man bare beneath him, and teach him exactly what it felt like to surrender completely. What began as professional rehabilitation quickly spiraled into something far more dangerous. Behind closed doors, boundaries blurred, and Max took control with calm, unrelenting precision - reducing the smug pimp to trembling moans and broken pleas. But everyone has secrets. And George's ran far deeper than Max could ever imagine..

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ❗️ This novel contains themes that may be distressing to some readers, including drug use, alcoholism, mental health struggles, adult content, and broken family dynamics. Content warnings will be provided at the beginning of relevant chapters. However, reader discretion is advised, as it is ultimately your choice to continue reading 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 For nearly two years, Lando Norris had run a luxury bar in the heart of the city - a place of music, laughter, and carefully poured distractions. Locals loved him, and his bar quickly became a refuge for those looking to unwind after long days. That stability shatters when Oscar Piastri opens a therapy clinic directly above the bar. Almost overnight, Lando begins losing his regulars - people who now choose healing over drinking. At the same time, Oscar watches his patients struggle, relapsing the moment they step outside and hear the pulse of music from downstairs. Each man becomes the other's problem, a constant reminder of everything they disagree on. They clash over principles, over responsibility, over what it means to help someone survive. Different mindsets. Different ways of coping. Neither willing to concede. Until a teenage girl named Eveline forces their paths to cross in ways neither of them can ignore. Bound by circumstance and an uneasy truce, Lando and Oscar are pushed into reluctant cooperation. And in the quiet moments between closing time and opening hours, they begin to see past assumptions - learning that care comes in many forms, and healing is rarely as simple as choosing the right door.