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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. 😌🔥

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?

As usual dive in to find out about shubman x ishan ❤️❤️

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.

Aarav was kind, gentle, the kind of boy who never asked for much, yet carried the weight of the world behind his quiet eyes. Social anxiety gripped him like a shadow-he spoke little, trusted fewer, and let his silence speak when words failed him. His best friend, Sidharth, was the only one who had stuck around for eight years. Or so Aarav thought. That afternoon, Aarav walked the familiar path home, head down, heart quietly bracing for the usual loneliness. But a sharp crack of voices stopped him cold. He recognized Sidharth's unmistakable tone, loud and cruel. "He's so silent, right? Not cold, but... how are we even still friends with him? I mean, look at RV on Instagram. That guy's got style, confidence. He's cool, untouchable. I wish I had a friend like that." Aarav's blood ran ice cold. He stepped forward, voice cold and steady-something he'd rarely allowed himself. "So this is how you feel about me?" Sidharth froze. His smile faltered. Aarav's eyes darkened. "When you talk behind my back, you can do it alone. But when it's time to face me, you need your whole gang?" Without waiting for a reply, Aarav turned and walked away, the years of silent endurance finally breaking into something fierce and unforgiving. That day, Sidharth saw a side of Aarav he never had before - a quiet storm that wouldn't be ignored. .... Next day Aarav talking to a girl siya " kamjor mard par hat uthana kaha ki aurataangi hai !!" Don't worry sidharth is not ml, our ml is mafia boss, sidharths elder brother.

The story of a dangerous mafia Devraj Singh Thakur and a little angel Nishant Aggarwal... "You saved my life,Now you belong to me." p please mujhe j jaane dijiye aap aisa k kyu kar rhe hai This story is totally indian themed based.if you are comfortable with Hindi then please proceed further. it's an lgbt story so homophobic people please stay away 🙏 WARNING ⚠️ M×M mpreg mafia X poor smut violence Power x vulnerability kinda dark romance well I don't like abusive kinda romance so chill there will be nothing like that....

Rebirth

Two former best friends. Two forced marriages. One buried betrayal. Arjun makes a shocking move: he forcefully marries Vaayu Kapoor, Vihaan's younger brother a bold, bratty firecracker with a silver tongue and zero fear. In retaliation, Vihaan marries Arjun's younger brother Vansh a soft-spoken, innocent soul who's never known violence, only devotion. To the world, it's a brutal war of egos and vengeance. But behind closed doors? It's all part of a deadly game. Love. Power. Blood. In this world, the most dangerous bond... is the one written in revenge.

A single ancient book destroyed Jay and Vishwas's perfectly straight lives. Now Jay is trapped in the body of a blushing omega bride-to-be, trying to survive the engagement of the year with MLA Chandrashekhar-an alpha feared by the entire state. Meanwhile, Vishwas wakes up married to Devraj Vishavkarma, a cold CEO alpha who thinks the world should kneel at his feet... including his new omega husband. Jay wants freedom. Vishwas wants divorce. Both want their original bodies back. But their alphas? They want them. Two friends. Two marriages. Zero experience being omegas. Maximum chaos. --- indian bl omegaverse

a professor x student bl just dive in ...I'm too lazy for the description ...and there's a twist in it 🎀

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.

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.

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

Shivansh singh rajvansh is hukum of rajsthan he is also Mafia king he have 5 year old son his family force him to marry to singhaniya daughter he said yes but for his child but the twist is the bride run away from her wadding and then he force ayush to marry him

a rohirat story💙

A younger biker. A doctor who knows better. And a love that takes its time. Hearts on Two Wheels is a slow-burn romance filled with warmth, chaos, and quiet longing.

It's a bl,so please read if you are comfortable with it. I'm not gonna tell you anything about the story 😅.I want you to read it.Trust me,you'll love this!!💗

Summary Shubman Gill and Ishan Kishan had always been inseparable-best friends, roommates, partners in crime, and the undeniable chaos of the Indian Cricket Team. Their bond was loud, stupid, affectionate, and legendary... until one careless sentence from Shubman shattered it completely. Ishan, usually bright-eyed and annoyingly adorable, went silent. The entire ICT squad turned on Shubman, scolding him like disappointed parents for hurting "their baby." Before Shubman could apologize, Ishan had already walked out, texting Rohit Sharma that he was taking one month off. Shubman was left alone in their shared room, drowning in guilt and replaying his mistake over and over. But while everyone assumed Ishan was crying into pillows and nursing heartbreak, the reality was... very Ishan. He was drinking at beach parties, going on spontaneous road trips, making chaotic reels with friends, and flirting just to spite the memory of Shubman Gill. Heartbreak? Absolutely not. Revenge-by-living-happily? Yes. When Ishan returned, he was a changed hurricane-louder, sassier, swearing like a sailor, roasting Shubman at every opportunity, and treating him as if he were his one true enemy. The ICT laughed, thinking it was fun teasing. Shubman didn't laugh-because every sharp word hurt. But somewhere between Ishan's fiery insults, drunken teasing, and brand-new confidence, Shubman realized something terrifying and beautiful: He wasn't losing his best friend. He was in love with him. And winning Ishan back was going to be the hardest match of his career.

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.

Shubman Gill is the city's most feared mafia kingpin-ice-cold, emotionless, and ruthlessly efficient. He rarely speaks unless it's to deliver a death sentence, and no one has ever dared to touch him... until one morning, the quiet of his study is shattered by a clueless, sunshine-bright boy who bursts in, hugs him, and kisses his cheek-fully convinced Shubman is a robot because of how still and expressionless he is. That accidental affection cracks something in Shubman's frozen world. For the first time in his life, he doesn't know how to react-kill, threaten, or... keep him safe? The boy turns out to be Ishan Kishan, the mischievous, soft yet unexpectedly brave soul Shubman's family has secretly arranged for him to marry. Forced into each other's orbit, the silent mafia king and the chaotic sunshine clash, bicker, and slowly begin to melt into each other's lives. As enemies circle, secrets unravel, and the line between vulnerability and danger blurs, Shubman finds himself willing to burn empires just to protect the boy who dared to touch the untouchable... and Ishan discovers the monster everyone fears might just be the loneliest man in the world. A dark-romance slow burn filled with danger, warmth, comedy, possessiveness, and a love powerful enough to shake the mafia underworld.