𝗞𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗣𝗮𝗻𝘁 has always believed Neelkanth Rawat is nothing more than his best friend. The possessive bastard who gets jealous too easily. The hothead who starts fights over nothing. The boy who's always somewhere behind him. Kahan has never asked why. He thinks it's childish. For he doesn't know how far that quiet, childish possessiveness can go. That he was 𝗵𝗶𝘀. Even if it 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝.

"I used to save lives with these hands, Devansh. But looking at you... all I want to do is tear down this entire kingdom just to keep you against my chest." Before he became Prime Minister, Kabir Mehra was a brilliant pediatrician . He traded his medical coat for the brutal arena of geopolitics, a man forged in agony and blackmailed into power after holding his own daughter's bleeding body in a chaotic trauma bay. He swore his heart was dead, meant only for cold statecraft. Then came the injection of pure adrenaline straight into his veins. "Fire me if my identity is a liability to your administration, Prime Minister. But do not look at me like I am something to be hidden away." Devansh Joshi is twenty-two, breathtakingly brilliant, and abandoned by his family for who he loves. He just needed a job to survive, but the moment his eyes lock with the doctor-turned-leader, a fatal diagnosis is written in the stars. Their proximity is a beautiful poison. From a breathless collision in a turbulent sky to the burning friction of matching crimson silk in a crowded ballroom, Kabir loses his sanity to a possessive obsession. He will dismantle the laws of a nation to shield Devansh from an orthodox world, but who will shield Devansh from the dark hunger of a man who has starved in isolation for four agonizing years? "You are my sickness and my cure, Devansh. Let the entire country burn in the background. I am never letting you go." In the cutthroat theater of absolute power, a love this consuming flatlines your entire world. Can Kabir save his crown, his daughter's life, and his forbidden lover? Or will this darkest obsession prove to be a love that kills them both while they are still breathing?

Kian and Aarav have been school rivals forever , topper vs trouble, calm vs chaos. But "What if your rival becomes the one who won't leave your mind?" Now their rivalry is cracking, secrets are slipping, and feelings are ruining the syllabus. Because the hardest battle isn't for ranks it's against The Heart.

'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."

Noval By: Tong Zi (童子)

Owen Silverman had a very simple plan. ✓ Graduate. ✓ Keep his scholarship. ✓ Stay as far away from David Goldsmith as humanly possible. Unfortunately... David Goldsmith had a completely different plan. Now Owen has to survive Blackwell Academy, endless rumors, one ridiculously persistent hockey captain, and a growing suspicion that "Leave me alone" somehow sounds like flirting to David. Honestly? He should've transferred schools. David Goldsmith × Owen Silverman A slow-burn fanfiction inspired by the original work.

Thada dies and finds himself awake in a body that's his but also not, and in a world that's familiar but not his. And Armin is alive.

Four lives entangle under the weight of power, fear, and longing. Phuwin refuses to be caged, spitting fire at the thought of becoming someone's possession: "I would rather die than be a trophy." Pond, gentle but determined, only wishes to give him peace: "I just want you to be happy and comfortable with me." To Joong, Phuwin is nothing more than a nuisance born from a family he despises, while Dunk, caught in the storm, finds an unexpected safety in the very man others fear: "He is scary, but I feel safe with him." When loyalty clashes with obsession and hatred dances with protection, their world spirals into a battlefield of hearts where trust may be the rarest victory.

So Hello everyone, I know most of y'all are here for that burning sexual tension because you already got the love part in real life of SkyNani(hehe) So in here I will provide EXACTLY that (if I can), it's gonna be with some long/ some short Oneshots hope y'all would love it ᥫ᭡ ₊ ⊹ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃 say IMINA SKYNANI and dive in on this Oneshots series I created for 2 months (every oneshot would have their own plot and be different.) MALEXMALE 18+

Smut one-shots of Joongdunk