Blade was the son of Ying's family. The duke, his father, was the head of the military power of the Empire, and it was pretty easy to see a desire for more growing. The Emperor and the Crown Prince, fearing Ying's family would commit treason with all that power they were gaining, decided to give the order to end their legacy, and that's how soon Blade found himself with his whole family dead, bleeding, on the floor of his manor. Blade, in his last breath, prayed for a chance to get his revenge on the Empire, and on the Crown Prince. He did desire to give them a painful death, enjoy, savor every drop of blood coming from their bodies and actually carry out the plan to conquer the Empire. His soul full of madness, hatred and bloodthirst, somehow goes back in time of one year before his family's death sentence. Knowing all the military expeditions and events, Blade slowly plans his revenge and his first goal is to get closer to the Empire's territory. It's when he gets appointed as personal guard to the Crown Prince himself, that he slowly understands how dark and impure the Royal Family is.

Bangkok gleams with glass towers and hidden knives-where ambition dresses in silk, power trades in silence, and history is rewritten in boardrooms before it ever reaches the streets. In this city, where every truth wears a polished mask, he arrived unnoticed. Polite. Articulate. Forgettable-unless you were looking too closely. No one asked who he was. No one questioned why he was there. And that was exactly what he wanted. He moved like a whisper through corridors of influence, wearing calm like armor and anonymity like a crown. Every smile was calculated, every silence curated, every error intentional. He wasn't here to climb. He was here to "unmake". But then came the one man who always sees. Cold. Beautiful. Dangerous in the way quiet storms are. A man who doesn't play the game, because he built the board. He doesn't speak often, but when he does, cities shift. Their paths were never supposed to cross. But when they did, it wasn't fate. It was strategy. Two minds. One board. Too many secrets. And only one endgame. In a city of masks and mirrors, one question echoes louder than ambition- Who's playing whom?

"Only mine" said Aou. "I know. He knows. Rather everybody knows."said Boom. "And still you dare to get close to him" said Aou darkly. "I love Only you. " was the words Santa always tried to explain Perth. But he never believed. This changed him from an humble person to someone who loved him darkly. "Don't even dare to think about another man." Joong spoke . "Why can't you trust me? I only love you." Said Dunk "Just so you know. No one can touch you, not even look at you, so you better maintain distance. " said Pond to which Phuwin could only nod. A story of four friends always together fell in love with four friends younger than them. But the dark , possessive side of the tops started feeling too much for some ordinary life. Aouboom, Perthsanta, Pondphuwin, Joongdunk. #2 asthetic on 30.12.25 #2 thai on 11.01.26 #1 joongdunk on 24.01.26

He loves his brother more than any thing. His bhai is his everything. But his bhai was not ready to accept it. To see the love. He is lonely yet not ready to accept the unconditional love. Story of two brothers. How their life taking shape. Not just a story of two brothers but two sisters also. Their love... Emotions, bonding and family love Thank you so very much @Walia12 for suggesting me an amazing name for this ff

In a world where bonds are tested and hearts carry unspoken burdens, "Hasret - The Longing of Four Brothers" unravels the journey of four souls bound by blood, yet scattered by fate. The eldest, once the pillar of the family, walks away-misunderstood and wounded-leaving behind silence and unanswered questions. The second, barely an adult himself, steps into shoes too large, becoming the anchor, the protector, the silent warrior who keeps the family from falling apart even when he himself is breaking. The third, caught between loyalty and pain, becomes a rebel-not by choice, but by fear. He builds walls around his heart, believing detachment is the only way to survive. He yearns for his elder brother, but masks his longing behind anger and silence, terrified that love, once again, will leave him hollow. And the youngest-just seventeen-is a mirror of their chaos. Too young to understand, too old to ignore, he drowns in the storm of emotions he doesn't know how to name. Torn between the roles, he watches, listens, and waits-for healing, for clarity, for the day they'll all be whole again. At the heart of it all lies a silent Hasret-a deep, aching longing. A longing not just for the return of the elder brother, but for the return of something far greater: the lost warmth of their once-whole family. Though none speak it aloud, the ache binds them, shaping their choices, their silences, their love. This is a tale of brotherhood, of broken hearts and healing hands, of duty, loss, and the quiet hope that one day... home will feel like home again.

The truth he believed, the truth he lived, was shattered into a million pieces when he discovered that his entire life was a lie. The person he loved and respected the most, his own Father, was the one who had betrayed him with his own identity. The revelation was a brutal blow, leaving him reeling in shock and confusion. He had lived his whole life believing he was an orphan, only to find out that he had living with his own family, and even along with his father his own younger brother had kept the secret hidden. The pain of betrayal cut deep, especially when he thought about Omkara, his younger brother, who had been like a child to him. How could Omkara keep such a monumental secret from him? The hurt and anger simmered just below the surface, threatening to boil over at any moment. And then, there was Abhay, his twin brother, who had been living a parallel life, unknown to him. The connection they felt was undeniable, a twin connection that transcended words and explanations. But would they be able to bond, to form a relationship that had been denied to them for so long? As Abhay navigated this treacherous landscape, he couldn't help but wonder if he would be able to forget the past and move on....the past which is something he's not ready to accept yet....Could he begin everything afresh, leaving the scars of the past behind? The dynamics between the twins would be complex, fraught with emotions and uncertainties. Would they be able to develop a bond, to connect on a deeper level? The journey ahead would be fraught with challenges, but also filled with possibilities. Would Abhay and Aarav be able to overcome the obstacles and find their way to each other? Or would time, once again, exert its power, separating the brothers from each other? Only time would tell, but one thing was certain - the path ahead would be a tumultuous one,filled with twists and turns that would test the bonds of brotherhood and the power of forgiveness as well as unity...

When Love Finds a Way❤️‍🩹 "Wounds of the Heart: A Tale of Love and Healing" is an emotional and captivating story that delves into the complexities of love, betrayal, and the power of forgiveness. It follows the intertwined lives of a group of friends who experience the highs and lows of relationships, friendships, and personal growth. As secrets are revealed and bonds are tested, the characters embark on journeys of self-discovery and healing. Set against the backdrop of India and London, this narrative explores the enduring strength of the human heart and the transformative nature of love. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places, events, and incidents are either the product of Author's imagination only, I don't own any characters.

Rajveer Vikram Malhotra is a man in his late 20's living a comfortable life in America away from his toxic family in India. Listening to his aunt's (bua's) advice, he rarely ever visited India until he got a text from his bua that Kirti, his cousin whom he grew up with like a sibling, was getting married. This struck Rajveer as an utter surprise as Kirti told Rajveer practically every little detail about her daily life. It shocked Rajveer that they decided on everything without even informing Rajveer. Though, he wished not to visit India and yet again encounter his shitty family, he booked tickets as he could not miss his sister's wedding for the world. Reaching there he couldn't find his bua or Kirti anywhere. The unusually sweet family members explained that they had gone for a ritualistic visit to a temple which was to be visited by the parents of every girl who gets married in their family. The family members explained that they will be back a night before the wedding which obviously, did not happen. Kirti's wedding never happened. It was never Kirti's wedding to begin with. It was Rajveer's. A forced marriage that he had no idea about and that too.....with a MAN!? All of these characters, cities and events are purely fictional and are my own. Any resemblance to anyone alive or dead or a work of writing by another writer or author is a pure coincidence. NOTE- I am aware that same sex marriages are illegal in India and aren't recognised, though for the sake of the story I would like you all to think that same sex marriages are legal, just a little taboo to talk about. Thank you very much. ⚠️THIS STORY HAD BEEN ABANDONED (not exactly). IT IS BEING REWRITTEN SO PLEASE CHECK IT OUT. (If you still would like to read this story, go ahead, I appreciate the views lmao)⚠️

He had the same face as their dead brother... but he wasn't him. He was reckless, spoiled, wild-and in danger.And now, the most feared mafia king has decided to protect him...Even if it means locking him up.Even if it means becoming a monster again.Because fate already stole one brother.He won't let it steal another.

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.