-------------------- Bound by Blood, Not by Choice ------------------- Summary: When two powerful patriarchs decide to merge bloodlines for political gain, Kibir Rajavansh, the ruthless heir to a legacy of warriors, and Ishan Sharma, the reluctant son of a respected but fading family of scholars, are forced into a marriage neither of them wanted. But in a mansion filled with secrets, pride, and burning tension, love has a strange way of growing-like a rose through iron bars. ---------------------------------- ○o。.○o。.○o。. ------------------------------------

'No kisses.' 'Uh, what?' 'No kissing on the mouth. It's too personal,' Ivan says. Is the guy trying to get him to bed or trying to offend him? 'So is fucking,' Riyaan says, voice a little irritated. * * * Riyaan, who is raised as an orphan, dreams of love, care and a family of his own, meets Ivan, who is sceptical of love, relationships and family. Riyaan considers himself a lover, with a romantic ideology of heart, body and soul. Unfortunately for him, he can only get close to Ivan's body, but not his heart and soul, which he claims to belong to his ex-lover. Despite a no-strings-attached arrangement, Riyaan finds himself falling hard for Ivan. Not realising that somewhere between falling in love and having his feelings reciprocated, there's heartbreak that is all-consuming and soul-shattering. A complete HEA. No cheating involved ---------------------------------------------- Featured in Pride Shelf Dec'24 Part 2 @lgbtq Featured in Romance reading list @AmbassadorsIN

What happens if the youngest son of the Rajpoot's commits a murder of a member of Rana's family. The jirga gives them two option Either blood for blood Or Marriage of convenience What will they choose? 5th ranking in #indianbl 🥹🎀

Aarav Singh Rathore was born into power. The youngest Chief Minister in the country. The face of discipline. The pride of a political dynasty that never bowed. He has a legacy to protect. A surname that weighs heavier than love. And a future already decided for him. Vihaan Mahesh Sharma was born into music. A classical vocalist who believes in raagas more than reputations. A man who refuses to bend his truth for society. Soft-spoken, stubborn, and dangerously honest. Their worlds were never meant to collide. But one night. One choice. One promise whispered before God. They become husbands. In secret. No media. No family. No witnesses. Only sacred fire. Now Aarav is being forced into a political marriage with a woman chosen by his party. And Vihaan? He is the secret that could destroy everything. Power demands sacrifice. But what if the sacrifice is the only person who feels like home? Belonging To The Throne is a story of forbidden love, secret marriage, political drama, possessiveness, jealousy, longing, and two men trying to choose each other in a country that may never choose them back.

when a marriage no one thought will happen turns into love 🏅#1-indianbl

Reyansh was made of softness. small, shy and impossibly sweet . he cries during sad commercials and thinks hug can heal the world Plump pink lips, puffy cheeks, skin that turned rosy if someone even looked too long. He smiled at strangers. Hugged flowers. Apologized to ants. But then Abhimaan singh rathor walked into his life. Cold. Rich. Powerful. A mafia heir with blood on his hands and obsession in his bones. He didn't believe in love. He believed in possession. Now Reyansh lives in a glass penthouse. His flower shop is gone. His freedom, bought. And Abhimaan watches his every move - like a god admiring his favorite creation. > "You were too soft for this world, sweetheart," he whispers. "So I stole you from it." This isn't a love story. This is a velvet trap made of obsession, kisses, and gold handcuffs. Soft boy. Hard man. Deadly love. He smiled at the wrong stranger... Now he belongs to him.

On his very first day at Bangalore's elite university, soft-hearted freshman Aryan Khanna witnesses the campus tyrant Dev Malhotra ruthlessly bullying juniors. Terrified and disgusted, Aryan whispers his hatred for the cold, violent bully - and Dev hears every word. What begins as Aryan's worst nightmare quickly spirals into something far darker. Dev, the openly gay campus king known for his endless flings and merciless rule, becomes dangerously fixated. For the first time in his chaotic life, the man-whore bully is consumed by raw, aching yearning. He wants Aryan - the gentle, conflict-avoiding scholarship boy who fears trouble more than anything - with a madness that borders on insanity. Dev will never bully Aryan. Instead, he becomes his terrifying protector, forcing him into the same hostel floor, sabotaging every attempt Aryan makes to stay away, and eliminating anyone who dares come close. Anonymous gifts, silent stares in the rain, midnight balcony vigils, and possessive touches that leave marks... Dev is breaking apart with need while Aryan desperately tries to escape the dangerous world he's been dragged into. As fear slowly melts into forbidden attraction, and Dev's obsession turns darker and more unhinged, both boys must face the truth: some shadows refuse to let go. In a campus filled with secrets, jealousy, and violence, one soft boy will learn what it truly means to be claimed by a monster who yearns only for him. (Featuring a fiery second couple - Dev's best friend Rihan and the dramatic Vihaan - in a chaotic enemies-to-lovers parallel romance.)

He was born into blood. He was raised to destroy. Aarush Rathore doesn't believe in love-only power, control, and loyalty to his empire. In a world where monsters wear suits and justice is written in bullets, emotions are a weakness he can't afford. Until... Zayan. Soft. Bright. Untouched by the darkness Aarush lives in. What starts as protection slowly turns into obsession. What feels like safety turns into something dangerous. Because in Aarush's world- love isn't gentle. It's possessive. It's consuming. It's deadly. And when enemies rise, targeting the one person Aarush can't lose... he won't just protect him. He'll burn the entire world down. --- 👉 He kills without hesitation... but melts for one person.

VISHWAJIT PRATAP SINGH: People don't just whisper his name - they shiver when they do. Vishwajit Pratap Singh. The man who doesn't rule a city. He commands Central India. From the dusty streets of Madhya Pradesh to the towering skylines of Nagpur and Raipur - his shadow stretches farther than the law dares to reach. Ministers bow, cops tremble, and even rival dons pray they never cross his path. He's not in politics, but politics bends for him. One command from him, and cities burn. They call him Raja of the Underworld. To betray him is to dig your own grave. To stand beside him is to walk with power. In a world of snakes, he's the king cobra - coiled, silent, and lethal. ISHAN TRIPATHI: The boy who blinks back tears when someone raises their voice - not from fear, but because it genuinely hurts. Ishaan Tripathi is gentle in a world that's anything but. An introvert with a fragile body and an even softer heart, he walks like a prayer - careful, quiet, and full of grace. He startles at conflict, apologizes even when he's not at fault, and hides behind books instead of people. Born with a condition that makes him physically weak, Ishaan is a boy made of glass - but never cold. And somehow, he's the one soul that Vishwajit Pratap Singh, the feared mafia king, bows his head for. To the world, Ishaan is delicate. To Vishwajit, he's divine. His calm in the chaos. His light in the dark. His only softness - in a life carved from violence.

Shaurya doesn't do distractions. As the groom's older brother and the man holding the chaotic wedding of the year together, he has no time for nonsense. Especially not for Yuvraj-the bride's best friend, a reckless heartbreaker with a smile that screams trouble and a wardrobe that costs more than the catering. In the glittering heat of Udaipur, between late-night Sangeet rehearsals and champagne-fueled scandals, a spark ignites where it was never invited. It's 2026; nobody cares about the rules, but they definitely care about the fire. When possessiveness turns into obsession and playful banter turns into heavy tension, Shaurya and Yuvraj realize that some sparks are meant to burn the whole house down. No filters. No apologies. Just them.