In the quiet heart of a Maharashtrian village, Virat lives a simple life-until Ayaan Raghuwanshi, a ruthless businessman from the city, arrives with secrets in his eyes and darkness in his soul. Their worlds clash like fire and rain. Virat's innocence ignites something dangerous in Ayaan-a hunger, an obsession. But behind Ayaan's cold stare lies a storm, and behind Virat's soft defiance, a strength he doesn't yet understand. What begins with stolen glances turns into a toxic dance of dominance, resistance, and forbidden longing. He came to take the land. But he stayed to possess the boy.

~A story of secret glances, stolen smiles, skipped heartbeats, and shy confessions between scribbled pages.🥀🌙✨ ♡♡~༚♡♡~༚♡♡~༚♡♡~༚♡♡~༚♡♡~༚♡♡ •Veeransh Singhania - the school's golden boy: rich, brilliant, charming, effortlessly perfect. Perfect boy, star athlete, every hallway crush-yet under that flawless smile hides a quiet softness only one boy has ever touched. •Hriday Mittal - the shy, chubby sweetheart in the back row: gentle, introvert, warm, lost in stories and sugar cookies. He hides behind baggy hoodies and round glasses, convinced his secret crush could never look back at him the same way. They've been carrying quiet crushes for longer than they dare admit. But hidden glances and soft, stolen moments have a way of colliding-and when they do, nothing will ever be the same. 💘🎀✨ INDIAN BL BXB SCHOOL LOVE FLUFFY CRUSH POPULAR X SHY [Pictures used are from Pinterest and belong to the rightful owners.] Thank you ❤️✨

When Desmond Mellow transfers to an elite all-boys high school, he immediately gets a bad impression of his new deskmate, Ivan Moonrich. Gorgeous, mysterious, and menacing, Ivan is exactly what Desmond doesn't need in his life - or so he thinks... ***** After causing trouble in his previous high school, Desmond is struggling to adapt to his new environment at Ivory High and to stop living in the shadow of his perfect older brother. As usual, trouble follows Desmond wherever he goes and nothing is going well. To make matters worse, he seems to have attracted the attention of The Class Prince, aka the infamous Ivan Moonrich. But despite their rocky start, Desmond begins to grow feelings for Ivan, discovering a new side of his identity that he never thought to experience. [[word count: 50,000 - 60,000]] Cover designed by Joe Resch

"Rajveer bhai, please aap yeh kya kar rahe hain? ---Ansh Malhotra " Shhh.. apne husband ko bhai bulate hain"? --Rajveer Singhania

Conan Hill is a trans male looking to escape his haunting past. He wants nothing more than to keep his head down and remain unnoticed at his new school, though that is quite difficult when the captain of the track team seems to have fallen for him. ***** Life has been hard for Conan. In hopes of escaping past bullies and finding a fresh start where no one knows who he used to be, his family decides to move from Texas to Massachusetts. He makes a promise to himself that he will survive high school by going unnoticed and avoiding any conflict that might reveal his former identity. But this ends up being more difficult than expected when the school's golden boy and popular jock, Owen Wilson, takes up a keen interest in him. Could this be the beginning of something beautiful for Conan, or just another chapter of his life that he would have to run away from? Content/trigger warning: This story contains themes of bullying, transphobia, homophobia, abuse, and suicidal thoughts, as well as sexual activity. [[word count: 80,000 - 90,000]] Cover designed by Jenna Conrad

Aree Rahul, biscut ke saath khao na", The Prime Minister suggested. Rahul smiled and picked up a biscuit or rather, a piece of a biscuit (because they were all crushed), the biscuit was stale and moist but Rahul nonetheless proceeded to dip it into the delicious, now cold chai. The moment the biscuit was dunked into the chai, it broke off, falling into the chai. Modi chuckled. "Mai maddat karta hu." Modi proclaimed and before Rahul could react Modi's hand reached deep into the cup of chai and scooped out the remains of the biscuit. Rahul stood there horrified. He gasped. Modi made full use of the opportunity and entered his hand into Rahul's mouth with the remains of the biscuits that were still in his hand. "Yeh lo." Said Modi. As horrified as Rahul was, he was beet red. He savoured the flavour of the biscuits and along with it the flavour of Modi's hand which was still in his mouth and wondered why the biscuits smelled of ammonia READ THE FULL STORY TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS AFTER **Guys it's just my mann ki baat don't kill me for this. ** THIS IS SATIRE