A Historical BL He danced once under the moonlight. That was his first mistake. The second? Catching the eye of Rajkumar Rudransh. Feared across kingdoms and known for his cruelty, Rudransh has never desired anyone. His heart is cold. His hands are stained with power, blood, and destruction. Until Vihaan. Soft. Gentle. Beautiful. Everything Rudransh should despise. Everything he should stay away from. Yet now- He wants Vihaan. More than power. More than victory. More than anything. And Rudransh has never been the kind of man who lets go of what he wants. In a world of royal conspiracies, betrayal, and dangerous secrets, Vihaan finds himself trapped in the gaze of a man everyone fears. A man who can destroy kingdoms. A man who may destroy him. "Run while you can, Vihaan." "Because soon... you won't be able to." Dark Historical BL | Obsessive Love | Possessive ML | Slow Burn | Angst | Betrayal | Political Intrigue

kya hoga ek straight mafia or ek doctor ek dusre se takrayenge........ Very interesting doctor ek ladka hoke ese ladkia jesi sok mat palie... .......ye mafia giri hamare samne mat chalaie...hum koi ladki nehi ye jo app ese pakde hai chhodiye....

A home found by destiny... a love never meant to exist. He was supposed to be his brother, but fate had other plans. The day Kiyan held Dev's hand... neither of them knew it would become impossible to let go.

🩸 A dark BL romance about obsession, secrets, power, and the thin line between protecting someone and possessing them. He witnessed a secret. The mafia heir gave him two choices - become his boyfriend, or become his next problem. "You were supposed to be my collateral. Somehow, you became the only thing I can't afford to lose." MATURE THEMES | DARK ROMANCE | BL

Two souls bound across centuries, drawn together by a thread that never breaks. 🥀 In the quiet, dusty aisle of a bookstore, 28 year old Dr. Mahir finds his world upended in an instant. A composed physician who usually loses himself in video games and quiet reads, Mahir is instantly captivated by a slim, glittery eyed young man cluelessly searching for a book. That boy is Shreegandh a 23 year old MBBS final-year student carrying deep childhood trauma, a timid heart, and a desperate need to be protected. Shreegandh finds refuge in dark romance novels and mythical lore, hiding a secret gift: "vivid, prophetic dreams that haunt his sleep". But Mahir sees straight through his quiet exterior. What begins as a sudden spark quickly spirals into an all consuming, possessive obsession. Mahir becomes an unwavering shadow, determined to shield Shreegandh from his fears and follow him anywhere. As fluffy warmth blends with dark, intense devotion, Shreegandh's dreams uncover a startling truth: their passionate pull isn't new. They are connected by ancient, past-life ties written in fate. Wrapped in sweet comfort, deep angst, and explosive intimacy, will their reincarnated love survive the mysterious shadows of their past? TROPES obsessive x possessive Hurt x Comfort Fate x Mate Protector x Vulnerable Slow burn BxB | Boys Love | LGBTQ+ 🚫CONTENT WARNINGS & MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY Before diving in, please keep in mind that Where the Red Thread Leads contains heavy, dark, and mature themes. Reader discretion is strongly advised! ◾️ Explicit Sexual Content (18+) ◾️ Childhood Trauma & PTSD ◾️ Obsessive & Possessive Dynamics ◾️ Supernatural & Dark Themes ◾️ Medical Imagery 🖤 Author's Note: This is a modern Desi BL work of fiction meant for mature readers. Characters make questionable choices, emotions run high, and the love is intense. If any of these themes trigger or uncomfortable for you, please proceed with care!

"𝒕𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒅 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝑨𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒉" "YOU CANNOT KNEEL BEFORE ANYONE, YASHWANT SINGH RAWAT!" Mayukta Singh Rawat's voice echoed through the hall, sharp enough to cut through the stunned silence that had settled over the crowd. Her furious gaze was fixed on the man before her. Yashwant. The prince remained on one knee, utterly unmoved by his grandmother's outburst. Not once did he turn his head toward her. His eyes never left the woman standing in front of him. The entire gathering stared in disbelief. A king was never meant to kneel before anyone.Yet here he was,on his knees,for her. "Bataiye, Noor..." His voice was calm, unwavering, carrying only sincerity. "Kya aap humse shaadi karengi? Kya humein yeh mauka dengi ki hum aapke ardhang ban sakein?" A collective gasp rippled through the room. Noor Tripathi stood frozen, her fingers clutching the fabric of her lehenga so tightly that her knuckles had turned pale. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she looked at the prince kneeling before her. "Yashwant, yeh kaisi pagalpan ki baatein kar rahe hain aap?" one of his relatives exclaimed in shock. "she is a commoner,you can not marry her ." But Yashwant didn't spare them a single glance. The world around him ceased to exist.There was only Noor,slowly, he extended his hand toward her "Noor..." His voice softened. "Sirf tab, jab aapki marzi ho. Agar aap mana karna chahein... toh bina kisi jhijhak ke kar sakti hain. Main aapke faisle ki izzat karunga." Noor swallowed hard, hearing him when almost instinctively, her eyes searched for her father. He stood a few steps away, watching silently.For a brief moment, father and daughter looked at each other. Then, with the faintest smile, he gave her a gentle nod.Tears threatened to gather in Noor's eyes. She looked back at Yashwant, whose hand still waited patiently for hers,Her lips parted,Barely above a whisper,

"Yeh poora mulk mere hukum aur kanoon par chalta hai magar main sirf aapke hukum par chalunga Meri jaan"

╰┈➤ Loving Ishvik Malhotra was easy. Pretending Vyom Raghuvanshi didn't care? Not so much. Ishvik Malhotra had mastered the art of being forgettable. Vyom Raghuvanshi ruined that for him. With stupid concern, warm smiles, random check-ins, and a habit of caring far too much. The problem? Ishvik didn't know what to do with kindness that felt like it wanted to stay. Because somehow, the boxer who is loud with his eyes and actions , kept finding reasons to stay near the quiet boy who never really believed people stayed at all. ╰┈➤ Kush Raghuvanshi had a problem. It had paint stained hands, too much attitude, and an annoyingly pretty face. Swastik Kapoor, on the other hand, had problems too. Mostly named Kush Raghuvanshi. Somewhere between terrible flirting, fake annoyance, unnecessary attention, and arguments that somehow felt suspiciously comforting things started getting complicated. Because pretending not to care? Much harder than expected. And maybe some stories don't begin with grand confessions. Maybe they begin with saving seats without letting them know , and someone quietly choosing you and protecting you before you know how to do that for yourself. READ THE YOU ALL OVER ME TO KNOW THE ACTUAL STORY OF TWO PEOPLE LOVING EACH OTHER .

Even darkness remembers. A desire that endures longer than eternity. As long-buried secrets begin to awaken, the line between myth and reality starts to break. And not everything goes according to plan. An enthralling tale of obsession so profound that it shatters the very notion of sanity. A story between a mortal and The Acharya (?). ---------------------- What use are my infinite hands if they cannot hold him all at once?​ My millions of hands fight.​ So that every single atom of His body can be touched, cherished,​ And worshipped simultaneously,​ Leaving no part of Him lonely or bare.

[𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒-𝐓𝐎- 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐈] 𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗛 𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗔 ~ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ɪɴ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ, ᴀ ᴍᴀɴɪᴘᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ, ᴄᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʟᴄᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴀɴ, ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴇʀ. ʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇs ᴛᴏ ʙᴜʟʟʏ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉. 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆? 𝑶𝒓 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒎?