Desibl Stories

Read the prologue. Hehe.

When the angel got trapped inside the castle of the devil it'll be either a clash or a match. Avay Ranawat kidnaps his rivals son to avenge his father's death but instead of the golden boy 'Mrityunjay Thakur' he got himself a boy that rather seemed like a scared kitten, clutching his rabbit plushie 'Purav Thakur' lived his whole life locked up in the dark rooms of Thakur mansion from the mere age of three till the age of 20, unable to form words properly, eating messily, being scared of anything that reminded him of the tools he had been tortured with, a walking fluff ball of pure innocence and trouble. . . . . crawl here and position yourself in front of me - Avay Ranawat Pur Sawwy - Purav thakur ----- You like lion, roar RAWR hehe , cute - Purav thakur Shut up before I lose my composure- Avay Ranawat ------- P-pur luv you, hero -Purav I love you too fluff ball, My love you'll always be mine My little bunny - Avay .

He's the nation's most feared billionaire. He's a world-renowned surgeon who just wanted peace. They were forced to marry-but no one said falling in love was part of the deal.

In just one day, my entire world changed. what is happening? Why is all this happening to me? Why God Whyy...... Samer humne shadi jarur ki h ker hum tuj jese insaan ko kabhi apni patni swikar nhi krenge I won't describe the story much, but I promise you won't be bored. After all, there's a diva in the story. English is not my first language so ignore my mistakes........

𝖱𝗎𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗄𝗌𝗁 x Ishaan 𝖱𝗎𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗄𝗌𝗁: The feared eldest son of the Oberoi family, known for his icy demeanor and ruthless reputation, hides a heart that beats for Ishaan. Ishaan: An orphan and Ananya's best friend, he navigates college life with a kind spirit, unaware of the complexities awaiting him in the Oberoi mansion. Description: Ishaan is thrilled to be invited to his best friend Ananya's brother 𝖱𝗎𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗄𝗌𝗁's wedding, a grand event that everyone anticipates. But as he enters the oberoi mansion, the air thickens with tension. Known for his ruthless demeanor, 𝖱𝗎𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗄𝗌𝗁 is a man feared by all. However, as the wedding unfolds, Ishaan discovers an astonishing twist-he's not just a guest; he's replacing the bride. In a whirlwind of emotions, Ishaan finds himself standing at the altar, marrying the very man whose reputation sends shivers down spines. As secrets emerge and hearts collide, will love blossom between the ruthless heir and the kind-hearted orphan, or will fear keep them apart? Curious about how their story unfolds? Read to find out! Story Tropes: Age Gap Forbidden Romance Secret Love Family Drama Unexpected Weddings Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction featuring themes of a BL (Boys' Love) relationship, which may not align with legal realities in India or elsewhere. The portrayal of a marriage between two male characters is purely fictional and meant for entertainment. I do not intend to break any laws. Thank you for understanding, and enjoy the story!

"Getting married, Jenny... without me? You could've waited a little. I've only just stepped into my position. It'll take me some time to bring the same-gender law, won't it?" ★★★(Dictator x politition) "I like your violent nature, Jenny. But save it... for our wedding night. Then, I'll let you do whatever you want."

Rebirth

A 1900 era bl...... As you read the title, "Umr Se Pehle" this story is based on how a child have to grow up before his age........ drive into the story to know more......

✨ "A time when Alphas were meant to rule, not love. A world where no Alpha was spared from being ruthless..." Based on 1960s

Him- he is my strength, my voice, my warrior. Me- woh mera ghar, mera sukoon

Aarav Singh Chauhan, 35, wears his past in ink and silence. Once full of light, he now walks alone-learning to live, but never quite free of the shadow of Shaurya Shekhawat, the man he once called husband. Some bonds don't break. They echo. [CONTINUATON TO A Royal's Desire, A Mafia's Promise] PLEASE READ THE FIRST BOOK BEFORE!

A story of cousions . one who love another alot and one who doesnot want that love. a story of unrequited love .

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)

Book 1 of "ETERNAL : MOHABBAT AE JUNOON" series [ On hold ] slow down ___ Description Before Reading the Story Please remember that this is an Indian Boys' Love story and everything in it is completely fictional. The characters, settings, and events are all imaginary and not connected to real life or any real communities. Some stories may include Hindu characters, some may include Muslim characters, and some may mix different cultures, but this is only for creative storytelling and not based on real traditions or beliefs. Any pictures used, including those from Pinterest, belong to their original owners and are only used for inspiration. You may also see male characters described with feminine words, or wearing jewelry and softer clothing styles, depending on their personality and the scene. If anything in this fictional world makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to leave the story instead of commenting negatively. I want this space to stay respectful and positive. Please also note that English is not my first language, so my writing may not be perfect. Updates might be slow, and sometimes a chapter can be late by weeks or even a month. Thank you for your patience and for being here. 💖 ---

Vihaan has always been good at keeping things simple-his job, his routine, his life. He's 27, closeted, and completely inactive in the dating scene. Not because he's afraid, but because he's never been in a hurry for love. Crushes come and go, feelings fade, and life moves on. That's how it's always been. Until he meets Mehul. Mehul is the opposite of Vihaan. Quiet, unreadable, the kind of guy who never gives away more than necessary. He doesn't entertain small talk, doesn't react to Vihaan's usual charm, and seems entirely unfazed by everything. Which is exactly why Vihaan can't stop thinking about him. What starts as curiosity quickly spirals into something Vihaan wasn't prepared for. Because for the first time in his life, he can't let this crush go. And worse? He doesn't think he wants to.

arc 1 Entertainment industry arc 2 business world to be continue...

I don't want to give any spoilers

✨ "The one who became His peace" ✨ "He was born from fire, raised in silence, and taught to survive without love. He was born from warmth, wrapped in affection, and taught to love without fear. When fate bound them in a sacred promise, one found the peace he had begged life for, and the other finally had someone worthy of all the love in his heart. Sometimes, arranged marriages are not cages- they are destiny's way of healing broken souls." 💍🤍 __________ **Disclaimer:** This story is a work of pure imagination and fiction. All characters, names, places, and events are entirely the product of the author's creativity. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The story is written solely for entertainment purposes - it does not intend to reflect or represent any real individuals or situations.

First book of "His series" When he is finding peace and found him.... let's drive in their story to know what happen...

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.