A commander has lived apart from the husband he deeply loves while his partner worked abroad on a project. Their loving marriage remained strong despite the distance. Until one unexpected day, he finds his husband in a place where he never imagined. Caught between the duty he has sworn to fulfill and the love he has waited years to reclaim. Now standing here, he must choose between his duty and his husband. Tropes Military x Founder Stubborn x Mature Seductive x Wilder Possessive, Obsessive x Caring First Sight Love x After proposal Love Powerful Top x Powerful Bottom Sunshine x Grumpy

"Sometimes we call it hate because love would have ruined us." They used to be inseparable... two boys against the world, bound by a friendship that felt like forever... until it shattered. Now, years later, Kairav Sinha is everything people expect, charming, reckless, the college football captain who doesn't believe in staying. And Ishaan Sehgal? He's the opposite, cold, composed, the student president who built walls no one dares to cross. They've learned how to ignore each other. How to walk past without stopping and how to pretend there's nothing left. But when they're forced into the same space again, it doesn't feel like nothing. It feels like unfinished conversations. Like words that were never said.... Like something that never really ended. And maybe it didn't, because the more they try to keep their distance, the harder it gets to ignore the way their eyes linger at each other... the way it stings to see the other with someone else... the way hate starts to feel a little too much like something else. Maybe some things don't fade or leave. Maybe... the boy he learned to hate was always the one he couldn't let go of. Most impressive Rankings: #1 in college romance #2 in BL fiction #3 in forced proximity #85 in love stories.

Even in such a small world everyone seems to have a world of their own inside them. Some can be similar but never exact the same. Among them there are also some which can be complete opposite of eachother.What happens when two opposite worlds collide? A boy from the city who never really mixed in with the busyness of the city life and another boy who's heart belongs to the city light . met at a dazzling moment but where will fate take them?

His bride ran away before midnight. Humiliated, furious, and one drink away from losing control, CEO... never expected comfort from the last person he wanted to see again-his school rival. The same rival who secretly spent years obsessed with him. Now, somewhere between revenge, desire, and dangerous truths, hate starts feeling disturbingly close to possession. And the worst part? Midnight already passed.

Top Ratings : #1 bottom ( 15.04.2026) #6 bl ( 25.04.2026 ) #3 top ( 16.05.2026) #3 loveislove ( 17.05.2026 ) #1 British ( 26.05.2026) #1 loveislove ( 31.05.2026 ) "I hate you," he said...his voice trembling with fury. "I hate your voice. I hate the very sound of your breathing." Before he could walk away, fingers curled around his collar, slamming him against the wall. A whisper followed...low, dangerous, and sealed like a dark promise. "It isn't hatred," he murmured. "It's love. Whether you accept it or not." "Lies," came the broken reply. "Everything you've said is a lie." "Yes, I lied," he admitted calmly. "And I'll lie again if I have to. I'll do anything....but I will never let you walk away from me." The cold sting of a syringe pressed into his skin. ~~~~●●●●~~~~~●●●●~~~~~~~~●●●●~~~~~●●●~~ Agniv Mehra, a 24-year-old Indian student, arrives in New York carrying ambition, rebellion, and a past he refuses to speak about. He doesn't follow orders. He never has. Karen Craves, a 32-year-old British professor, is authority personified-controlled, commanding, and dangerously unreadable. Everyone listens to him. Everyone obeys. Except Agniv. Two men.Two secrets. One Line should never meant to be crossed When stubborn defiance collides with ruthless obsession, boundaries blur, lies deepen, and control becomes addictive. Is this love...or something far more merciless? And when the truth finally surfaces... will either of them survive it? Tropes & Themes ●Top Student × Bottom Professor ●Dark Academia ●Power Play ●Age Gap (8 years) ●Mild BDSM ●Lies & Manipulation ●Good Boy Kink ●Indian × British ●Hidden Identities ●Obsession vs Control

"ᴛᴡᴏ ᴘʀᴇᴅᴀᴛᴏʀꜱ, ᴘʀᴇʏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ." KARTIK: "People call it obsession, but I call it devotion because nobody can worship you as I do." YUVRAJ: "Even if your heart is poison, I'll drink it until it kills me." Kartik doesn't believe in obsession-only devotion, fierce and unyielding. To the world, Yuvraj Rathore is heartless, the king of criminals. But to Kartik, he's a god worth worshipping... even if that worship becomes their ruin. Their love is not tender-it is toxic, twisted, and bound by blood. But if Yuvraj is ruthless, then Kartik is the only man who is willing to dance in his madness. And if Kartik is poison, then Yuvraj is the only man willing to drink him. "𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧" - where obsession becomes devotion, and love becomes a poison.

𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝑺𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕, with heavenly lips. 𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓, with a devilish kiss. Swastik is a Saint, with lips that whisper heavenly promises. Soft and gentle, they curve into a warm smile capable of calming even the most troubled soul. Atharvaa, however, is a Sinner. Where Swastik brings peace, Atharvaa brings chaos. His presence carries a dangerous intensity, turning every moment between them into a battle between temptation and restraint. One feels like heaven. The other feels like a beautiful mistake. A Saint and a Sinner-two opposites destined to collide. Together, they embody the eternal conflict between light and darkness, virtue and vice. Their lips, a battleground where heaven and hell clash, leaving one to wonder: WILL LOVE REDEEM OR CORRUPT?"

One rules through FEAR. One rules through POLITICS. Neither knows how to bow. And when darkness collides with the moon- CHAOS is inevitable. "𝑷𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑯𝒊𝒎 𝑨 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑯𝒊𝒎, 𝑯𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝑰𝒏 𝑮𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒚..." " 𝑯𝒆 𝑰𝒔 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑶𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝑶𝒇 𝑳𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑯𝒊𝒎..."

𝗞𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗣𝗮𝗻𝘁 has always believed Neelkanth Rawat is nothing more than his best friend. The possessive bastard who gets jealous too easily. The hothead who starts fights over nothing. The boy who's always somewhere behind him. Kahan has never asked why. He thinks it's childish. For he doesn't know how far that quiet, childish possessiveness can go. That he was 𝗵𝗶𝘀. Even if it 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝.