Anirudh Singh Chauhan - the handsome hunk of college. Girls falling head over heels for the charming guy. Anirudh was anything but gay but that bubble of reality shattered when his eyes locked with his cute little roommate. Garv Sinha - was anything but cute. With the dashing personality and a rising star of the university both in sports and academics. He was very clear for his goal with no distraction q he crashed with a walking 6 feet distraction. Shredded body and that charming boyish smile he made everyone fall for him but will this charm work on garv too. It's an engineering college romance (All the pictures used in the story do not belong to me the credit goes to the respective person)

𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘶𝘺~ A FRIENDS TO LOVER STORY.... FULL OF COMEDY AND ROMANCE.... 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝.... 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜.... 𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛 ♡ Guys gooo support my friend @Jendukie_jennie_'s story fell for the rival

Aarav was kind, gentle, the kind of boy who never asked for much, yet carried the weight of the world behind his quiet eyes. Social anxiety gripped him like a shadow-he spoke little, trusted fewer, and let his silence speak when words failed him. His best friend, Sidharth, was the only one who had stuck around for eight years. Or so Aarav thought. That afternoon, Aarav walked the familiar path home, head down, heart quietly bracing for the usual loneliness. But a sharp crack of voices stopped him cold. He recognized Sidharth's unmistakable tone, loud and cruel. "He's so silent, right? Not cold, but... how are we even still friends with him? I mean, look at RV on Instagram. That guy's got style, confidence. He's cool, untouchable. I wish I had a friend like that." Aarav's blood ran ice cold. He stepped forward, voice cold and steady-something he'd rarely allowed himself. "So this is how you feel about me?" Sidharth froze. His smile faltered. Aarav's eyes darkened. "When you talk behind my back, you can do it alone. But when it's time to face me, you need your whole gang?" Without waiting for a reply, Aarav turned and walked away, the years of silent endurance finally breaking into something fierce and unforgiving. That day, Sidharth saw a side of Aarav he never had before - a quiet storm that wouldn't be ignored. .... Next day Aarav talking to a girl siya " kamjor mard par hat uthana kaha ki aurataangi hai !!" Don't worry sidharth is not ml, our ml is mafia boss, sidharths elder brother.

Akash who finds himself on the web of the young powerful man named agastya who gets whatever he wants,let's see how things will turn out for him. I will remind everyone that this is a darkromance book so it is going to be dark , I won't use any smut in my story and if I will you are going to be warned in the being of the chapter I don't own any of the pictures

[Boy×Boy/ MM] ❝ 𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒍... 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒚? ❞ [18+] 𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐔 doesn't do rules. As the rebellious younger son of one of the most powerful mafia families in the city, he carved out his own world-clean hands, expensive suits, and a life carefully built away from the bloodshed his brother, Enzo, controls. He had it all figured out. Until one night changed everything. 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐎 doesn't make mistakes. Cold, calculated, and quietly terrifying, he is a mafia head-dangerous in the way that quiet things are. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just inevitable. He agreed to watch over Adrian as a favor to his bestfriend. One favor. That's all this was supposed to be. What he didn't agree to-was this. Forced together by a threat neither of them saw coming, bound by loyalty, history, and a deal that was never supposed to involve feelings-Adrian and Victor are everything the other swore they'd never want. But someone is watching. Someone who knows the Moreau's name... their address... their secrets... their history. And they're just getting started. But what happens when- When obsession replaces anger... When possession replaces distance... And when the truth finally surfaces- ❝ 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ...𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞? ❞ ⊱ 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 · 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 · 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 · 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 · 𝐁𝐋 ⊰

"I'd let you peel the sanity off my skin if it means you will touch me longer." 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝. Four elite families. Centuries of power. A legacy so deeply rooted in control, corruption, and silent war---it became law. Power was never passed down---it was stolen, buried, and blood-stamped. They ruled the empire, bound together by secrets too brutal to speak aloud. Their alliances were never about trust. Only control. The heirs. They were raised for inheritance. Groomed for dynasty. But what once kept them powerful is about to tear them apart. Power will fail. Loyalties will break. The old order is cracked. Obsession is seeping into loyalty. Lust is poisoning bloodlines. And Ishq---the worst kind---might be the thing that ends it all. One wrong move, and the legacy collapses. What's buried, never stays dead.

Mere Haath Mein Tera Haath Ho Saari Jannatein Mere Saath Ho.. "Kyu choda mujhe? jab mene sab kuch tumhare nam kiya? khushi se bhari zindagi me ek lota chirag bujha diya tumne" Shubman Gill raising cricketer from a rich background, in search of his mashuka who left him stranded with the high hopes and ties of his family, finally meets the one who left him. Ishan Kishan. having the heart and soul of one and only Shubman Gill 'Chodna pada taki koi bandhan tumhe bandh kar na rakhe" O re piya haaye... O re piya... Udne laga kyon man baawla re aaya kahaan se yeh hosla re O re piya... O re piya haaye... "Tujhe jo dekha mene, haye rabba dil hi machal gaya tujhe jo khoya mene, haye rabba dil hi na raha" Gam ke ye baadal guzar jaane de Ab zindagi ko nikhar jaane de Chhod de ab yaadon ke dukh sahanaa Whoa, sun bhee le jo dil ka hai kehna Jee le zaraa, jee le zaraa Kehtha hai dil, "jee le zaraa" Ai hamsafar, ai hamnavaa Aa, paas aa, jee le zaraa "Woh bhagwan hi kya jo tujhe aur mujhe alag kare, wo jannat hi kya jo tujhe aur mujhe na mile, wo dharti hi kya jo hame ek sath na dekh sake" "Dil tut jata hai Ishu jab tujhe apne se dur dekhta hu, Shayad isi karan wo ab na rahe" Obsessions always leads to distruction wheather it's the enemy or the friend, it costa a ton to get rid of it

All his life, Keshav has been branded with one cruel sentence-"a prostitute's son." Behind his cheerful mask lies a boy who has swallowed pain in silence, laughing louder so no one hears his heart break. Then came Arav. With him, Keshav didn't have to pretend anymore. Arav's presence felt like sunlight after years of shadows-comforting, steady, real. For the first time, Keshav believed he could be loved for who he truly was. But what if that love is nothing more than a facade-Arav's well-plotted illusion? If every word and touch were calculated lies, then the boy who built his fragile hope on that foundation risks crumbling completely. Keshav has endured a lifetime of scars, but betrayal from the only person who made him feel whole could break him beyond repair. Early updates available in stck for free..

A story that happens in india Ayan Shekhawat the only son of Shekhawat family feels in love with a middle class boy Hritik Agarwala Let's see how their story blooms !? Note : YOU CAN LET ME KNOW HOW YOU LIKE THE STORY IN COMMENTS !!

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.