Jo mangi thi Rab se, woh murad hai tu... Mere har dukh ka, ek hi ilaaj hai tu...

I thought I knew who I was. Gabriel Alvarez. Twenty. Son of a poor family in Albuquerque. Big brother. Protector. Future cop. My life had been built on long nights of work, endless study, and the unshakable promise that one day I'd wear a badge strong enough to keep my family safe. But then the threads started unraveling. Whispers of a world I wasn't meant to see. Names spoken like curses. The Caruso family. The Sicilian Mafia. Everyone in the city knew they ruled from the shadows. What no one knew, what I could never have imagined, was that I carry their blood. I am the brother they lost fifteen years ago. Every step I take now feels like a betrayal. To the family who raised me, who trust me with their lives. To myself, who swore I would fight men like the Carusos. And when the moment comes, when the truth tears everything apart, I don't know which side I'll stand on. The law I've devoted my life to... or the brothers who claim me as their own?

Rohit Sharma has spent his life mastering restraint - on the field, in the family, in love. Virat Kohli has never been good at holding back - not his passion, not his temper, not the way his eyes linger where they shouldn't. They play for the same country. Share the same dressing room. Breathe the same pressure. And between them lies an unspoken thing - heavy with glances, half-smiles, silences that stretch too long, and a love that has no language. Especially when Anushka - Rohit's sister - loves Virat first. A slowburn tale of longing, loyalty, laughter, and lines drawn far too close to the heart.

QADR-E-DIL He was just twenty when life forced him to become what his parents could never be. While they chose selfishness over family, he chose to grow up - to raise the three little souls they left behind. They never knew pain, but they also never knew love - not the kind that parents give. All they've ever known is him... the man who became their world when the real one turned away. Under one roof, they grew up teasing, fighting, laughing - and clinging to the only bond that felt real. But love and life have a way of stirring what's been buried too long. As new hearts enter their world, truths they never questioned begin to unfold - testing loyalty, family, and the meaning of home. Because sometimes, it isn't blood that makes you a family... it's the heart that chooses to stay when everyone else walks away.

Two brothers living their life to the fullest, unaware of the fact of having another brother who has been suffering in silence since long but now has been indifferent to his surroundings and has worn a mask of rudeness for everyone around. Nishkarsh,Nitin and Neil's parents had divorced long back even before Neil's birth. Nishkarsh and Nitin had been living with their dad 'Nilesh' who died a few years back, whereas 'Neil' is living with his mother 'Niharika' and stepdad 'Ashok'. Let's see how these brothers meet each other. Will they ever be able to learn about their relation with each other?? Why is Neil suffering? Let's read further in the story to read about their stories. Stay tuned till last to find answers to your questions. Feel free to give your suggestions in the comment box.

Just ro and his vi and their daily shenanigans

The Prince of Indian batting , one of the greatest youngester, in world of cricket smiled and damn it knocked the breath out of him for a moment . "boyfriend bnega mera?" "you mean acting ?"

Four brothers Four hearts, one bond. Through laughter, mischief, and challenges, they hold each other together, learning the true meaning of family, love, and loyalty. ~slow updates~