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Title: Gold Beneath His Hands Summary | Mafia AU | BL After taking control of KGF, Rocky becomes a king made of blood and fear. The mines obey him. The underworld kneels. Even death waits for his permission. But power is lonely. Deep inside the tunnels of KGF, where gold is torn from the earth with bare hands, Rocky notices him - a boy who does not belong in hell. A quiet worker, small, soft-eyed, with dirt-stained cheeks and trembling hands, yet still gentle in a place that eats men alive. He speaks little, smiles less, and bows his head every time Rocky passes. The other workers are broken... but this boy is still untouched - innocent in a world that has no mercy. And that innocence unsettles Rocky more than any enemy ever could. At first, it is just a glance. Then it is a command to keep the boy close. Then it becomes a habit - watching him breathe, making sure no one hurts him, letting him eat first, giving him water with his own hands. Rocky does not understand when it happens - only that the boy becomes his weakness. The king of KGF, who rules with bullets and fear, starts to hesitate. His hands, once made only for killing, begin to soften when they touch the boy's trembling fingers. But in a world built on blood, love is a sin. Enemies are watching. Loyalty is thin. And the moment the world realizes Rocky has something to lose... they will come for the boy first. This is not a story of saving an innocent soul. This is a story of a monster who falls in love - and is willing to burn the world for one soft heartbeat.

Summary Shashvat Raizada, the most feared mafia boss in the city-cold, ruthless, and known for speaking only when someone's death is confirmed-descends into his mansion's basement to finally meet the biggest threat to his empire: ACP Rudra Pratap Singh. What he expects is a broken, bound, terrified cop. What he gets instead is an untied, fully energetic ACP dancing in the middle of the basement, singing Bollywood at full volume like he's at a wedding baraat, not a mafia kidnapping. Rudra freezes mid-lyric when he sees Shashvat... then promptly starts flirting shamelessly, appreciating the mafia boss's waist, looks, and overall "maal" quality with zero fear and maximum tharak. The basement becomes silent. Guns lower. Mafia men malfunction. Shashvat-who hasn't felt anything in years-short-circuits. Mortified, confused, and very much affected, he hisses to his second-in-command why no one warned him that the ACP was young, gay, and dangerously unhinged. Unable to handle Rudra's relentless flirting-or his own rapidly beating heart-Shashvat orders him thrown out of the mansion and walks away like nothing happened. Except everything did. Because the ruthless mafia king just met the most chaotic cop alive... and for the first time, his heart betrayed him-loudly, violently, and hilariously. A dark slow-burn begins with chaos, comedy, accidental flirting, and a mafia boss who has absolutely no idea what he's gotten himself into. 😌🔥

Title: Crimson Asphalt, Whispered Hearts "Love isn't sweet in this world. It's violent, messy, and slow like poison. This is a tale of two damaged boys: one with fists full of fire, and the other with a heart shattered into silence. Together, they burn. Together, they heal. If you're ready for the ride, fasten your helmet-this is not your typical love story. This is crimson asphalt and whispered hearts." Genre: BL, College AU, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Motorcycle Racing, Angst with Healing, Protective Male Lead Plot Summary: In a world of roaring engines, gasoline, and chaos-Rivan Alezander rules the roads. Untouchable. Unreachable. Unloved. His heart is encased in iron and chains, broken long ago. He lives for one thing: speed. But then, enters Eren Vale-a boy so soft, so quiet, that even the wind seems louder than him. He walks through campus like a shadow, unnoticed by the world. Except Rivan notices. For the first time in years, something-someone-pulls him in. Rivan doesn't understand it. He wants to protect him. He wants to break him. He wants to hear his voice. He wants to touch that untouched softness. He wants to ruin him. He wants to save him. But Eren? Eren flinches when people raise their voice. Eren has nightmares that make him wake up gasping. Eren's wrists are too thin, like he's been broken before. So begins a dance of darkness and light. Two broken souls-one masked by fists, the other by silence. One who doesn't feel, and one who's afraid to.

STORY SUMMARY In the heart of Italy, feared mafia boss Alessandro De Luca is moments away from marrying the Indian bride chosen for him-an arrangement meant to unite two powerful families. But disaster strikes when the bride runs away on the morning of the ceremony. To save face, avoid scandal, and maintain their long-standing alliance, the bride's panic-stricken parents make a desperate decision: They offer their younger son instead. Enter Aarav Sharma - a sweet, soft-spoken, chaotic cinnamon roll who got dragged straight from his room into a wedding sherwani. He doesn't understand mafia politics. He's terrified of guns. And he's so innocent that he thinks Italy is spelled "Itely". But he agrees for his family. 💍 The Wedding of Chaos After the hasty marriage, Alessandro takes Aarav to the De Luca mansion. The first words he says: "This wedding is just to protect my prestige. You don't have to act like my wife or husband. Understand?" Aarav nods calmly. "I know, Mr." Alessandro raises an eyebrow. "Oh? And how?" Aarav says with complete innocence: "Cause my dad always said there was Ram and Sita... not Ram and Ravan." Alessandro stares. Aarav continues cheerfully: "I mean, it's Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve." The mafia mansion goes silent. The boss wonders what kind of creature he has married. Bit by bit, Alessandro falls: The boy calls him "Mr. Boss" instead of husband. He trusts Alessandro blindly. He smiles even while scared. He hugs Alessandro like a koala when he hears thunder. A man made of ice... Starts melting. The arranged, forced, prestige-saving marriage slowly turns into: Soft love. Dangerous devotion. Aarav becomes the one person who can calm the beast inside Alessandro. But enemies quickly learn the boss has a weakness now: a precious, innocent boy who doesn't know how lovable he is. Now Alessandro must protect his unexpected husband... Even if it means burning down the entire mafia world.

Summary Shubman Gill is the underworld's most feared name-cold, ruthless, disciplined, and terrifyingly controlled. His marriage was meant to be nothing more than a strategic alliance with the influential Kishan family... until his bride ran away on the wedding day. To save their reputation and their lives, the Kishan family makes a desperate, unforgivable decision. They force Ishan, the younger sibling-sweet, shy, unbearably adorable, and far too innocent for the world Shubman lives in-to wear the bridal clothes and take his sister's place. Before Ishan can even process the betrayal, vows are exchanged, rings are tied, and his life is no longer his own. On their wedding night, Shubman discovers the truth. The woman he married doesn't exist. Instead, standing before him is a boy nearly ten years younger than him-legal, but naïve, untouched by cruelty, and painfully honest. Someone who should have never been dragged into blood-stained mansions and shadowed corridors. Someone who flinches at gunshots, cries silently in locked rooms, and still tries to smile. Shubman should have destroyed him. Instead... he hesitates. Bound by marriage, pride, and the vow he never intended to make, Shubman decides one thing- He will never touch Ishan. He will never force anything on him. He will give him a room, protection, and freedom within the gilded cage of the mafia world... but no emotions. No attachment. No place in his heart. But Ishan, with his stubborn kindness, clumsy innocence, unexpected courage, and the ability to talk back even while terrified, slowly begins to melt the ice around the feared mafia boss. He brings warmth into cold hallways, laughter into a deadly mansion, and softness into a life built on blood. Meanwhile, the underworld whispers. A boy-spouse. A mafia king who suddenly shields someone with his life. And Shubman realizes the cruel truth- Ishan is no weakness. He is the only thing Shubman will kill for. And the only thing he will die for.

Reyansh Malhotra never asked to inherit an empire built on blood. As the cold, calculating boss of one of the most feared crime syndicates, he only wants one thing: control. But his aging father wants a marriage alliance to secure power-and gives him a deadline. When Reyansh goes to collect a debt, the terrified debtor offers something unforgivable: his 19-year-old son, Aarav. Quiet, sweet-faced, and smiling shyly behind trembling lashes. Reyansh accepts out of strategy, not compassion. Marriage solves his problem. But the mansion reveals a truth Reyansh hadn't prepared for. Aarav is nineteen in body but emotionally like a 4-year-old-cheerful, trusting, stubborn, pure in a world made of knives. He hums nursery rhymes while exploring marble corridors, calls Reyansh "Uncle" at first, then adorably corrects himself with "Patidev ji", unaware of the weight of the word. He cries when thunder booms, hides behind curtains when strangers shout, and gifts Reyansh crayon drawings as "contract payments." The mafia boss who has ordered deaths without blinking suddenly finds himself learning how to: hold tiny trembling hands during panic attacks sit through animated movies and bedtime stories protect a fragile soul from a world that would break him But the mafia world isn't forgiving. Rumors spread. Enemies see weakness. Loyalties fracture. Reyansh has to choose-treat Aarav as a burden, a shield, a pawn...or something devastatingly dangerous to a man like him. Slowly, Reyansh stops being "the monster who owns him" and becomes the protector who loves him. The boy who laughs at butterflies becomes the only light in Reyansh's darkness. But as buried truths surface-about why Aarav is like this, about his past, about who broke him-the world they've built trembles. Can a mafia king learn gentleness? Can he love someone who lives in innocence while swimming in sin? And when enemies want Aarav, will Reyansh save him as a responsibility. or as the most important person in his life?

Title: Masaallah, I Got Kidnapped Summary Everyone in the underworld knew him. A man so cold that even bullets hesitated before touching him. A mafia boss who didn't raise his voice-because names written in his diary were already dead. A man who only spoke when someone's fate needed sealing. So when he was drugged, blindfolded, and dragged into a warehouse one rainy night, he was almost amused. An enemy cartel? Betrayal from inside? A dramatic execution attempt? He was ready. Until he opened his eyes. Standing in front of him was not a hardened criminal... ...but a 19-year-old boy with soft cheeks, big innocent eyes, messy hair, and hands shaking while holding a gun that clearly terrified him more than the mafia boss ever could. The boss stared. Once. Twice. Then, for the first time in his life, a thought crossed his ruthless mind: "Masaallah." The boy introduced himself nervously, offered him water, apologized for the dirty chair, and asked if he was "too tightly tied" like this was a kidnapping Yelp review. The mafia boss-feared by nations, hunted by governments-fell in love instantly. Unfortunately for everyone: The kidnapper had no idea who he'd kidnapped The mafia boss had no idea how to talk to someone without threatening murder And the warehouse slowly turned into a battlefield of misunderstandings, accidental flirting, and the boss's men desperately trying to find their missing leader while he... ...didn't really want to be rescued anymore. A story where: The deadliest man alive becomes soft over a shy smile A "cute, innocent boy" turns out to be way more dangerous than he looks Romance blooms between guns, blood, and very awkward silence And the line between captor and captive blurs... slowly, painfully, irresistibly Dark. Dangerous. Slow burn. And completely chaotic.

Alessandro De Luca is the kind of Mafia boss whose silence terrifies entire cities. Cold. Ruthless. Emotionless. A man who only opens his mouth to sign death sentences. So when he kidnaps his rival's son, Nael Moretti, Alessandro is prepared for tears, pleading, maybe a few Sanskrit prayers- after all, the boy grew up in India, far away from the blood-soaked halls of Italian mafias. What he is not prepared for... is a cute, big-eyed, soft-faced boy who, upon having his blindfold removed, blinks innocently at him and says: > "Can you marry me?" Nael Moretti- raised in India, discovered last month that his estranged father is a Mafia boss, Gen-Z to the core, dangerously tharki, and blessed with zero survival instinct-has always dreamed of fictional Mafia men. Now there's one standing right in front of him. Tall. Deadly. Dressed in black. Practically written by Wattpad. Naturally, Nael assumes this is fate. Alessandro assumes this is a psychological warfare tactic. What follows is a slow-burn disaster: A hostage who flirts instead of begging A Mafia boss slowly losing his sanity to Gen-Z audacity Dark rooms filled with guns... and absolutely unhinged conversations Nael calling Alessandro "Signore Hot Trauma" Alessandro threatening murder while unconsciously protecting Nael from everyone Possessiveness disguised as strategy Soft moments hidden behind violence And a love story neither of them planned-but both are doomed to fall into Because the most dangerous thing in the Italian Mafia... is not guns or betrayals. It's a cute Indian boy with zero fear and too much affection who decided the Mafia boss who kidnapped him is clearly his future husband. Slow burn. Enemies to lovers. Dark romance with sharp humour. One emotionally constipated Mafia boss. One Gen-Z menace with a death wish and a smile.

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In 21st-century Rajasthan-where old laws still breathe beneath modern power-Jaipur is ruled by Maharaj Rudraveer Singh, a feared mafia boss wearing the crown of a king. Ruthless, calculating, and untouchable, Rudraveer controls blood, borders, and loyalty with the same cold precision. For political survival and an ancient alliance, he is forced into a legal royal marriage with Prince Krishiv of Pushkar. Their first night sets the tone-cold, honest, and sharp. No love. No expectations. No pretending to be a real couple. Krishiv is nothing like the obedient prince Rudraveer expected. He's savage, bold, sharp-tongued, and unapologetically dramatic-a beautiful diva who refuses to be intimidated. He flirts with danger, mocks authority, and walks through the palace like he owns it. Rudraveer finds him annoying... and unsettlingly impressive. Then one night, everything changes. Rudraveer stumbles upon Krishiv's old diary-never meant to be read. Inside are fragments of a life lived behind smiles: loneliness, emotional neglect, being treated as a political ornament, and a heart that learned to break quietly. The words are raw, poetic, and devastating. The mafia king who has survived wars and betrayal is shaken. Night after night, after Krishiv falls asleep beside him-still distant, still sharp-tongued-Rudraveer secretly reads the diary. With every page, he begins to see the man behind the diva, the pain beneath the confidence, the softness hidden behind sarcasm. What begins as curiosity turns into obsession. Obsession into protection. Protection into love-slow, dangerous, and irreversible. Krishiv remains unaware that the most dangerous man in Rajasthan is falling for him in silence. A story that blends dark power games, emotional depth, sharp humor, royal politics, and a slow-burn romance, where love grows not through touch-but through stolen words, sleepless nights, and a heart learning how to care for the first time.

In the 8K era, the only thing that cannot be edited... is the truth. Passakorn Satcha (Film) was once just a young man among the restless crowds of Khlong Thom (a famous Bangkok street market). Between the narrow alleys of Yaowarat (Chinatown) and the daily hustle to support his family, he created comedy sketches that made over half a million followers laugh with his unfiltered, raw truth. But to a corporate giant like Apex Studios, he is a Phet Nai Tom (a diamond in the mud)-a hidden gem worthy of being polished into a star. Driven by a massive contract, he is forced to bury his past and erase every trace of his former self to become the nation's newest 'Fan Noom Haeng Chat' (National Boyfriend). On the other side of the screen, inside a freezing editing suite, Frame-a reclusive and meticulous editor-has been given a clear mission: erase Film's flaws and craft a flawless chemistry between this newcomer and the agency's reigning superstar, Light. Yet, while the whole world falls in love with the perfection Frame has engineered, certain secrets remain preserved in the "missing frames"... images of Film's true self that stubbornly refuse to fade away with every cut. In an industry that harvests profit from manufactured love and contractual smiles, they will soon learn that the truest feelings are often exactly what the script ordered to be cut out.

(: When the Devil Learned to Breathe Summary - Dark Slow Burn BL Mafia AU Alessandro de Luca is a name whispered like a curse in the underworld. At thirty-one, he rules the Italian mafia with calculated cruelty-cold eyes, steady hands, and a heart long declared dead. He does not believe in mercy. He does not believe in redemption. And he certainly does not believe in love. During a routine meeting drenched in blood and betrayal, a sound breaks through the noise of gunmetal and power-a child's scream. It is a mistake to follow it. Alessandro knows this. Yet he does. In a forgotten corridor, he finds an eighteen-year-old boy trapped in the hands of men who see flesh as currency. Too small, too soft, too innocent for the world he has been dragged into-he looks barely sixteen, eyes wide with terror, body trembling but unbroken. The boy does not beg. He simply stares at Alessandro as if seeing the devil himself... and hoping anyway. Alessandro kills the men without hesitation. He tells himself it means nothing. He does not save people. He does not keep strays. He does not let weakness linger in his territory. And yet, he takes the boy with him. What begins as protection turns into possession. What should have been a temporary arrangement becomes a quiet, dangerous dependency. The boy's presence is like a slow poison-soft laughter in empty halls, timid smiles that cut deeper than knives, and silent trust that Alessandro never asked for and does not deserve. The mafia world is unforgiving. Innocence is a liability. And love-if this is love-is the most dangerous weakness of all. As enemies close in and blood stains the empire Alessandro built, the question is no longer whether the boy will survive the underworld... But whether Alessandro de Luca will survive having a heart that beats again. A dark, emotional slow burn of power, protection, moral decay, and forbidden tenderness-where a ruthless mafia king learns that saving one life may cost him everything.

Book Two of Country Lovin' Eight years after choosing each other, Jackson and Christopher Warner have everything they once prayed for-love, family, faith, and a life rooted in purpose. But healing doesn't end at "I do."

Summary In the ruthless world of crime and bloodline loyalty, love was never supposed to survive-especially not the kind that waited eighteen years. Eighteen-year-old Ethan Blackwood thinks his biggest problem is a crush on a sharp-tongued, tomboyish girl from school. But when Siya Sharma storms into the Blackwood mansion to complain directly to the mafia boss about Ethan's shameless flirting, a far older story collides with teenage chaos. Because Siya's father is Abhiram Sharma-the man Viktor Blackwood once loved with everything he had, the man he was told had died, the man he was forced to bury in his heart when duty demanded a political marriage instead of love. Viktor Blackwood, feared by the underworld and bound by a marriage he never wanted, comes face to face with the past he never healed from. Abhiram is alive-still kind, still gentle, still devastatingly beautiful-and standing right in front of him as if time itself made a mistake. Between unresolved grief, buried betrayal, and the cruel weight of family expectations, Viktor must confront a question he never dared to ask: can a love that was torn apart by blood and lies be reborn after eighteen years? This is not a story of first love and stolen glances-but of old love, scarred by time, suffocated by power, and aching for a second chance in a world that never forgives weakness.

Damien Blackwood had three beliefs in life: 1. No one could beat him in boxing. 2. America was superior in sports. 3. He was painfully straight. All three beliefs died the same day Mahir Khan walked into the underground ring and broke Damien's jaw in their first match. Literally. Mahir-Indian, calm, annoyingly pretty, and built like he'd never tasted stress-smiled politely after the fight while Damien was busy spitting blood and questioning reality. From that moment on, they became sworn enemies. Their gangs hated each other. Their fists hated each other. Damien hated Mahir's face the most. Then fate decided to add gasoline to the fire. Enter Anaya, a stunning, charming Desi girl with sunshine energy and zero interest in Damien's aggressively American flirting. Damien fell fast-flowers, dumb jokes, dramatic flexing included. Except Anaya didn't want a boyfriend. She wanted to be friends with Mahir. Just friends. Just Mahir. Just existing. Damien watched in horror as Mahir did absolutely nothing-no flirting, no trying-yet Anaya laughed at his dry comments, sat beside him, defended him, and casually ignored Damien's suffering. Meanwhile Mahir remained infuriatingly respectful, oblivious, and hot. Damien's jealousy spiraled. His trash talk turned personal. His fists shook for reasons unrelated to boxing. Somewhere between gang fights, sarcastic arguments, accidental shirtless moments, and Damien realizing he remembered Mahir's smile more than Anaya's perfume-things went terribly wrong. Because Damien wasn't falling for the girl. He was falling six feet under, straight into Mahir. Cue: Explosive rivalry Sexual tension disguised as violence Damien screaming "I HATE YOU" while staring at Mahir's lips Mahir slowly realizing his rival is one emotional breakdown away from confessing And gangs wondering how hatred turned into... whatever this disaster is A chaotic, funny, slow-burn hate-to-love BL where the jaw was broken first- and the heart followed.

ეს ისტორია არ იწყება სიყვარულით. ეს ისტორია მოგვითხრობს სამი ადამიანის შესახებ. ნინი, რომელიც 10 წელი ურთიერთობს გუგასთან და უყვარს იგი. აღმოჩნდება რომ ეს საკმარისი არ ყოფილა, როდესაც მის ცხოვრებაში ლაშა ჩნდება. მაგრამ ზოგჯერ გრძნობები ჩუმად მოდის, ისე, რომ ვერ ამჩნევ, როდის იცვლება თვალის მზერა, როდის აღარ არის სიცილი უბრალოდ სიცილი, და როდის ხდება სიტყვები ზედმეტი. ეს არ არის ამბავი ბოროტ გმირებზე. ეს არის ამბავი ადამიანებზე, რომლებმაც იგრძნეს იმაზე მეტი, ვიდრე უნდა ეგრძნოთ. და როცა სიყვარული წესებს არღვევს, ყველას რაღაც უნდა დაეკარგოს. ❗️❗️❗️

A starting of love.....or maybe obsession of the alpha, always be prepared because what's gonna happen no one can know

When rising actors Arkin and Flynn are cast as romantic leads in a hit BL drama, their undeniable on-screen chemistry quickly captures the hearts of fans. But behind the cameras, the two couldn't be more different. Awkward, distant, and unsure of how to deal with each other off-set. Everything begins to shift during the filming of their new series, when Arkin realizes his feelings for Flynn may no longer be just "for the role." But just as he starts to come to terms with his emotions, a new co-star, Vince, enters the scene. Charismatic and playful, Vince's easy closeness with Flynn sparks a tension that blurs the line between acting and reality. As the love triangle unfolds, Arkin and Flynn must confront their true feelings-both for their craft and for each other. Will their scripted romance ever become real, or will the pressures of fame and Vince's presence keep them apart?

In the world where male Alpha and male Omega exist, there is always drama between those two types of male species. There are always possessive, overbearing Alphas; defiant, dissident Omegas; abusive, cruel Alphas; and even domineering, obstructive Omegas. Not to mention stories of biological child abductions, messy divorce proceedings, and even death from receiving physical/mental abuse from either an Alpha, an Omega, or their respective families. And then, there's Henry and Alex. Henry is an Alpha, and Alex is an Omega. But their lives are as harmonious and drama-free, a huge contrast to what people have believed. The only difference is, Henry is one of the crown princes of the Great River global empire, while Alex came from an average middle-up family. Henry is much older than Alex, yet Henry looks younger than his 35 years of age. But that doesn't stop them loving each other. This is their drama-free story. ----------------------------------------------------- This is an iyashikei, slice-of-life story. If you're expecting something else, please leave immediately.