Sometimes the game of destiny is way more complicated then our assumptions. This is the story of a boy longing for mother's love, a father hating his wife........, ***** "What do you say?" Asked the woman. "Hm..., nice deal but I prefer...to die Instead of making a deal with you!" The younger girl said before standing up and leaning closed while placing her hand on the table and continued, "So then...bye.." The girl turned back to leave. "You are so arrogant about being in love with him, right? Then listen..." She smirked then, continued, "he is illegitimate......." ***** Dig into the story to know more..... *family full chaos.

"A house is built with bricks... but a home is built with love, trust, and family." For the world, Zayn Rehmani has it all-a luxurious life in New York, a loving family, and a future most people only dream of. But his heart has always belonged to a place thousands of miles away... Rajasthan. The land where his grandparents live. The land he still calls home. Years ago, one incident shattered the powerful Rehmani family, forcing some relationships to break and leaving countless questions unanswered. While everyone else has learned to live with the distance, Zayn refuses to accept that a family is meant to stay divided. Determined to reunite the people he loves, he secretly plans a journey from New York to Rajasthan. But convincing his strict Dada Jaan, surviving his equally strict father, handling college life, unexpected friendships, a slow-blooming romance, family rivalries, and long-buried secrets won't be easy. Because every smile hides a story... Every family hides a secret... And in the Rehmani family... No mistake goes unpunished. A heartwarming tale of family, love, discipline, sacrifice, mystery, and second chances. Welcome to Parwarish. 🤍 Note: All the pictures used in this story belong to their respective owners. I don't own any of them. They are either AI-generated or taken from the internet. All credits go to their rightful owners. 🌸

Treated cruelly by his brothers since he was born being the cause of his mother's death unknowingly Ishaan grows . Will he be able to Forgive them ? Dive into the story to know futher about Ishaan's life . Warnings: Extreme child & teen abuse (physical, emotional, neglect), graphic rape (non-graphic but implied & aftermath heavy), self-harm, suicidal ideation, mafia violence, blood, trauma. Read with caution. 18+. Short chapters

He never asked for expensive gifts. He never demanded attention. He only wanted someone to ask- "Have you eaten?" "Are you feeling better?" "Are you okay?" But sometimes... Silence hurts more than harsh words. At just twelve years old, Ansh learns what it feels like to become invisible inside his own home. Three successful older brothers. One forgotten little brother. A house full of people... Yet no one notices him fading away until he collapses. Will they realize what they've lost before it's too late? Or will Ansh continue... Still Waiting to Be Loved. A heartbreaking family angst filled with pain, neglect, emotional wounds, and the desperate hope that one day someone will finally choose him.

My Last Rites My Brother Performed My Last Rites While I Was Still Alive. At fifteen, I was called a monster for a crime I never committed. My family performed my last rites and declared me dead while I was still alive. I begged them to stop. No one listened. I begged them to believe me. No one did. At sixteen, I watched the same ritual with numb detachment. At seventeen, I stopped caring. At eighteen, I watched it with amusement. Because I knew... It would be the last of my last rites I would ever witness. I laughed. Because I knew the next funeral would be real.

Wachan, sequel of Bajaj brothers. Excerpt "He didn't cry when our mother died." Karan added. Her heart sank at his sudden blunt words. She took a deep breath and stared at him to continue further but when he didn't speak, she tried. "W-Why not?" He shrugged. "It's okay. Sometimes, our emotions become too overwhelming to even feel them." She whispered. Karan's dry laugh echoed. "No, you're not getting it, Deva." "Huh?" She waited impatiently for him to answer but when he didn't, she pressed further. "What am I not getting, Karan?" "He left us." "Who?" She asked. "Cheeku?" "My elder brother. He left us to die Deva.." He replied. "He left when our own mother was hospitalised, he left me and my dying Mumma for him. He chose for him. He left her own mother to die Deva and for whom he left, he wasn't our real brother. We shared the same father and.why? Why should I be the one to become considerate and act like fuc..." Karan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand then pushed everything off the table.

He learned early that hunger doesn't always mean food. Sometimes, it's the silence of an empty room... the absence of a voice calling your name... the feeling of standing in a crowd and still having no one. By day, he is just another student-quiet, unnoticed, chasing marks and a dream he isn't sure he can afford. By night, he carries a delivery bag heavier than it looks, walking past bright homes that were never meant for him. He doesn't complain. He doesn't expect. Because life has already taught him-nothing stays. Until one door opens... and someone looks at him not with pity, but with warmth. For the first time, he is asked to stay. For the first time, someone waits for him. For the first time, "home" doesn't feel like a distant word. But when you've lived your whole life believing you don't belong anywhere... accepting love can be the hardest thing of all. Maybe some people aren't born into families. Maybe... they find them.

𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧. 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐤 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨. 𝐀 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤-𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡, 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐚𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧 - 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐀 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬. 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠... 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬?

{𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐁𝐢𝐧𝐝} Reyansh Agrawal is a strict and disciplined man who deeply loves his sons and treats his brother as if he were his own. He is fiercely protective of his family, shielding them from prying eyes and judgmental scrutiny. While he may appear ruthless to outsiders, he is a devoted and caring figure within his family. Three years ago, his wife chose to divorce him, having fallen in love with another man, and left Reyansh to raise their two sons and support his brother. Unbeknownst to him at the time, she was pregnant when she made this decision. How will Reyansh respond when he gets a call one day that reveals he has another son?

" Mujhe apna ghar miljata hai tujhme " Home isn't an address or a set of walls. It's someone who makes you feel like you belong... And sometimes it's just that one person who feels safe enough to argue with... and still stay the same. Two twins. One got the legacy, the luxury, the spotlight. The other got declared dead before he could even open his eyes properly. Tough luck. He somehow survives, accidentally finds comfort in the one man who was supposed to eliminate him (ironic, right?)... and just when life starts feeling almost stable... boom. Snatched again. Because in this family, secrets are inherited faster than property.