First time writing a story • Trigger warning Very gay 🏳‍🌈 slow burn homophobia

Forced to choose between his own freedom and his sister's safety, Varun walks down the aisle. He trades his future for sanchita's security, entering into a marriage with a man who views him as a tool for vengeance.

Genre : Mafia Romance His presence was killing her without even touching, Her heart went out of control when she felt his footsteps became loud and stopped infront her balled figure, She hid her face completely didn't want to see his Beautiful devilish face.........he was devil who saved her just to depraved her soul in his sinful ways, He was devil for her but she was heaven for him, He crouched down at her level and every ounce in her body became numb hearing his deep husky voice. I'm back angel (Ephialtes is like a super scary nightmare that makes person feel trapped and terrified) _________________________ ll Book 2 : Fear ll Cover credit goes to @polarbearffs content : violence, mature/adult description, Strong language and Alcohol Warning : Not suitable for sensitive readers due to extreme disturbance. Read at your own risk __________________________ Viewers discretion is adviced ©® : ficneont

Revenge Story. A Campus Thriller

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'ISHQ never enters quietly, it brings its own kind of RUINATION." __________________________ A top-tier university. Dripping with secrets. Two political rivalries held together by a settlement that feels more like control than peace. A third force watches from above → silent, dangerous, untouchable. Two murders. A revenge left unfinished. A vow to destroy everything. A silent soul enters next → too pure to understand the devastation, too trapped to walk away from it. And somewhere else, a hatred preserved for years waits behind restraint, held only by morals that are beginning to fail. Three stories breathing under one roof. Three ruins moving toward each other. And in between them → ishq, arriving exactly the way it always does: with ruin already promised. ______________________________ "I realised my love the moment I lost him."