"Prince of Cricket. The only Omega. A bond written by the Gods." Shubman Gill isn't just cricket's rising star-he's the Prince of the game. Calm, disciplined, and fiercely devoted to Lord Shiv Ji, he carries an aura that makes even the strongest alphas bow. Then comes the shock no one saw coming. Ishan Kishan, the firecracker of the team, was always believed to be an alpha... until the truth shatters everything. He's an omega. The first and only in cricket history. A secret that makes sense only when his true nature-soft, domestic, yet powerful-comes to light. Shubman, embodying Shiv Ji's righteous strength, and Ishan, carrying His other half's divine energy, are pulled together by a bond neither of them can fight. Possessive love. Sacred devotion. A forbidden union that could change cricket forever.

His worst enemy is his sisters otome games, which she plays 24/7 and he can never hear the end of it from her, but when he dies one day, he gets reincarnated to his least favorite otome game! He tries not to get involved with the main characters, so he can avoid the drama that happens when the heroine finally arrives to start the story. ( I got inspiration from @__helvetica's "I reincarnated as the vilainess's brother, and my family may fall into ruin, please check it out, it's really good I fell in love with the characters and the authors work.)

Raat ka andhera, ek sookhi sadak, aur ek chhota sa laal pairon wala bachcha jo khoon mein bheega hua hai... Arzhel Khan, ek 18 saal ka cadet jo army training se nikal kar ghar wapas ja raha tha, tabhi uski nazar sadak ke kinare padti hai-ek 6 saal ka bachcha, jiska chehra khoon se laal hai, aankhon mein sirf darr aur confusion. Uske maa-baap ka khoon uske haathon mein sukh raha tha... aur uska chacha Arzhel ke pairon mein gir kar bolta hai: "Shaadi kar lo isse... yeh akela ho gaya hai... iska rishta sirf tumse jodna chahte the mere bhai." Arzhel shock mein hota hai, lekin court ka ek corrupt lawyer 20 minute mein nikah ka paper le aata hai. Hadeed Khanzada-masoom, toota hua, kuch samjhe bina sirf "haan" bol deta hai. Usko sirf itna pata hai ki koi uske saath rehne wala hai. 3 ghante baad Arzhel use ek orphanage mein chhod deta hai...

An ishman ffs 🤭 ofcourse a bl . . . enemies to lovers . . . Ishan - kutta shubman - tu butka ishan - ae height pe mat ja lambu . . enemies to lovers ...khekhe 🤭

Never in my life did I ever think I'd be reincarnated. As far as I'm aware, being able to reincarnate means being good in your previous life, and being given a chance to restart your life anew. Although I don't consider myself particularly good, I'm not bad either. I simply existed somewhere in between. Regardless, I never expected to wake up inside a fantasy novel! And not just any novel, but a "dark romance", as my sister would call it. The kind with an obsessive male lead willing to go to any lengths to protect his delicate, soft-spoken heroine. Even if it meant murder. I had read the story before, and yes, it was undeniably cliché. But now, I find myself trapped within said story, cast as the villain, destined to meet my end at the hands of the possessive, and dangerously unhinged male lead. I can't tell if this world despises me or if it's offering me a twisted kind of opportunity. But one thing is for certain: I have to survive. And I need to find a way out. "Things can't possibly get worse than this... right?" - MC. Not edited, so it may have some mistakes. If you see things that don't really make sense, please leave a comment and let me know :) Credits to the original artist of the cover.

"Her innocent King" He never wore a crown, never held a gun... but still, he ruled her world. She was born with blood on her hands and fire in her veins-the mafia princess everyone feared. A girl who could break ribs without breaking a sweat, yet secretly dreamed of fairy tales. And he? He was just a boy with flour-dusted fingers and a heart too pure for her dark world. A gamer. A dreamer. The last person you'd expect to survive her storm. But fate doesn't ask for permission. One forced marriage. One innocent heart trapped in her dangerous empire. One girl who would tear down the underworld to protect the only man who made her feel human. She was raised to be a queen of crime- But for him, she chose to be his princess first... and his protector forever. After all, he wasn't just her husband. He was... Her innocent King. 👑 "When he is be like agar mein aapke kharche nahi uthapaya toh..." ["When he says: what if I'm not able to bear your expenses..."..] "And she is like" aap mere nakhre uthalijiye gaaa....""Woh bohot hai mere liye Kharche mein uthalungii...["And she is like-just handle my tantrums....."That means a lot to me...I'll handle the expenses...] #WattpadOriginal #MafiaRomance #ForcedMarriage #EnemiesToLovers #InnocentHusband #StrongFemaleLead #InstagramRomance #DesiLoveStory #WattpadCouple #DesiFiction #HumorRomance #PowerfulHer #WattpadRomance #WattpadIndia #WattpadWriter #FictionLovers #WattpadCover #SpicyAndSweet #WattpadEnemiesToLovers #DesiQueenVibes

Visible Six months after Invisible, nothing has been the same. That night still lingers-unspoken, unfinished. Now, a wedding brings them face to face again. Old feelings resurface, glances grow heavier, silences speak louder. This time, the heart refuses to stay hidden. This time, the invisible becomes... visible.

This follows immediately after Haseena's broken engagement and what followed for Kareena. I thought there were so many missed opportunities for Kareena scenes in the aftermath. But the show chose not to spare any screen space to them. So here I am filling in the blanks. This is a Kareena Story through and through ✋🏽 I am new to Wattpad and this is my first story. The news of Maddam Sir 2nd season not coming broke my heart a little and I decided to share this story that has been playing on my mind for a long time but I never had the courage to share it. I hope you like it. 🙏🏽

Title: "Crimson Bound: IshMan Mafia Marriage" Genre: Indian BL, Mafia Romance, Comedy, Fluff, Emotional Drama, Chaos Main Pairing: Shubman Gill x Ishan Kishan --- Plot Summary: Ishan Kishan is sunshine in human form-bubbly, adorable, too pure for the world, and with a laugh that could melt the coldest hearts. He loves sweets, cartoons, and thinks mafia bosses only exist in movies. Shubman Gill is the youngest and most dangerous mafia boss in Asia-ruthless, cold, and always in control... until one night, a deal goes wrong and he's forced to marry the innocent boy he accidentally saved from a shootout-Ishan. The marriage is a deal to end a gang war, but no one warned Shubman how dangerous Ishan's cuteness could be. Ishan, on the other hand, is totally clueless about what being married to a mafia boss actually means. He brings chaos to the mansion-naming Shubman's bodyguards "Tom & Jerry," trying to cuddle during meetings, and walking in while Shubman is half-naked... wondering why Shubman's "thing" keeps getting bigger when they cuddle. Shubman, tortured by Ishan's cuteness and innocence, tries to stay composed-but every innocent touch, every "Shubhu baby," pushes him closer to madness. But beneath the cuteness, secrets unravel-Ishan isn't as ordinary as he seems. Someone's after him. And maybe... this mafia marriage was fated all along. ---

Title: Crimson Oaths and Golden Hearts A Rose Among Thorns Mark had never believed in softness. Not in his world, where bullets were more common than butterflies, and loyalty was often bought with blood. At just 28, he had built an empire feared across borders. Ruthless, cunning, and cold-blooded - that's what they called him. And he liked it that way. Until Tong stumbled into his world like a misplaced sunbeam in the darkest alley. Tong, barely twenty, with eyes too big for his innocent face, and a heart too naïve for this cruel world, was like a porcelain doll wandering through a war zone. He was adorable, clumsy, always smiling - the kind of person Mark usually kept far away from his life. But fate, or perhaps chaos, had other plans. Their first meeting was anything but normal. Mark was cleaning blood off his hands in a candle-lit church when Tong ran in, breathless, chased by a group of men in black. He tripped over the carpet, crashing into Mark's chest like a lost kitten leaping into a lion's den. "Hide me!" Tong whispered, trembling. "Please!" Mark looked down at the boy clutching his coat, blinking up at him like he hadn't just barged into a mafia boss's sanctuary. Something in those eyes - pure, trusting - made Mark act before he could think. He hid Tong behind the altar, stepped into the aisle, and calmly told the intruders, "No one came in here. You're interrupting my prayers." That was the beginning. Of bullets and stolen glances. Of gentle bandages and possessive glowers. Of chaos in a cold heart.