A blessed family. The Rathores were often called the blessed family. Blessed by generational wealth, blessed with nobility that ran in their veins, blessed by their very human nature. They were good people, powerful people- almost an oxymoron in the current world. Everyone looked up to them- the perfect family. What happens when a wild card is forced into this perfect family, breaking this house of cards. Azaan Khan was perfectly alright being the orphan with no roots. He was perfectly alright living his life seeking blood and thrills, cradling the remains of his heart until it beat itself to death. He was perfectly alright waiting for death. But then he is forced, handcuffed to a family he knows nothing of, and wants nothing from. Ranveer Singh Rathore was perfectly fine, looking after his weakened father, raising his brothers. The pain of losing his mother and youngest brother had dulled after these many years. He did wonder about them sometimes, but it was a well healed wound... or so he thought until a boy bearing his brother's fingerprints surfaces. Anguish wrecks his father, unease unsettles his brothers, and he himself is at loss at what to do. He adores the stranger that holds his brother's blood- but while he had fixed his family- can he fix what was broken beyond repair? Basically what if a perfectly normal family meets a boy who would leap off a building for fun.

~𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐯. 𝐀 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝟏𝟕 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝟐 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐀𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐲𝐚𝐩! 𝟏𝟕 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲! 𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨, 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬-𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦? 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞? 𝐎𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲? 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝.

"Arjun, what are you doing? Please hume jaane do" Rohan said, his voice trembling. Arjun leaned in closer, his breath warm against Rohan's ear as he whispered, "I'm not going to let you get away from me, Rohan. You're mine. Tum sirf or sirf mere ho!" . . . Rohan, the quite shy kid whose life is filled with his books, his routines, the comfort of being unnoticed. But that changes the moment someone sets his sights on him. Confident, intense, and impossibly persistent, Arjun isn't the kind of man who backs down. He's convinced that Rohan belongs with him, and he's not afraid to make that clear. Read the story to know how Rohan handles the storm in his life named Arjun, scared yet intrigued by the way Arjun looks at him like he's the only person in the world. Warning* This story is marked mature, which means it will contain explicit mature content between two men. Extreme 18+ Content in later chapters. Read at your own risk. . . Story rankings- 10/2/25 - #43 in Intense out of 11k stories 18/2/25 - #3 in lgbtfiction out of 30.3k stories

The name Raisinghania echoed through Mumbai like power itself, a legacy Rayansh carried with the weight of a kingdom. He had rebuilt his father's empire from betrayal's ashes, yet beneath the CEO's polished facade lived a brother, a protector, a man who breathed for his family. Vedanth, sharp and loyal, owed his compass to Rayansh, who had anchored him through their mother's loss and father's abandonment. And Rishaan, the youngest-born as their mother took her last breath-was raised not by a father but by Rayansh's love, calling him "Bhaiya," yet meaning "Dad." Together, they were a fortress of laughter and loyalty. Then came the fracture: Vivaan. Fourteen, born of another woman-proof of their father's ultimate betrayal. Hidden all these years, he was suddenly thrust into their lives after Shashank's sudden death. Vivaan arrived hardened, his pain weaponized into defiance. To him, the brothers were symbols of everything he was denied. Vedanth seethed, Rishaan watched, torn between disdain and curiosity. And Rayansh-the man who conquered empires-struggled to reach a boy who resisted every touch of care. Now, the Raisinghanias were four. Their fortress had cracked, reshaped forever by the ghost of their father's sins. . . This is the First book of The Raisinghania Brother Saga. The work is purely fictional and only the storyline is mine. Rights Reserved for the story. Plagiarism and translation without permission is crime. Enjoy! ~Author

This story is of a boy Who is devoid of emotions .. He has nothing in his life apart from hollowness... he dont beleive in Family anymore.... he didnt get one.... he Hates his family.. never want to see any of his brothers What will Happen when a twist of Fate will make him Face his BROTHERS? Will he able to trust them? Will he able to Forge a relation that was never meant to be... ?? Will he able to Overcome his TANHAYEE??? Peep in to know the story....

They were her family. Her blood. Her protectors. Until the day they became her executioners. A powerful Italian mafia family which from insides were a definition of warmth but it was a force to reckoned with for the world. It still the same powerful family but something changed, something that made them more cruel and merciless..... Alisya Romano, Falsely accused of betraying the one person she loved most-her twin , Arianna Romano-she was cast out, abandoned by the very people who swore to stand by her. No trial. No mercy. Just exile. Alone and broken, she was thrown out like she was nothing to them. She was sent to a boarding school which is actually a hell hole, a place designed to strip away weakness and forge monsters. And they succeeded. The girl who once begged for her family's love died in that place. What emerged was something far colder, emotionless, deadlier. Years later, she was called back not becoz they wanted her but becoz of her father's funeral....but they don't know the girl who's returning is not the same. She's not the helpless child they discarded, but she is someone totally different, blank eyes, cold aura, a storm they never saw coming. The truth is a weapon, but redemption isn't given-it's taken. Now, they will face the sister they betrayed. And this time, she's not asking for their love. She's demanding their reckoning.

Brutally abused and hated by her brothers, Clarissa battles with ptsd. At 14, she's a suicidal and her relief comes from self-harming. She could only wish her mother would noticed that she's drowning and save her but it never happen. Life hits her even more when she discovered she was an adopted child. Her only resolve was to run away but then she ran right into the arms of the most ruthless mafia family in Italy. Four ruthless and fearsome brothers. What happens when these powerful, cold-blooded men discovered they have a little sister who seems to be broken beyond repair? And it seems it wasn't just one but two! Two sisters, Another broken flower... how would Clarissa cope with meeting new brothers and a twin sister, Rechel whom she never knew had existed! STAY TUNED FOR BOOK 2

They lost their parents too soon... Mishty, the youngest, born on the day their parents died... loved by a few but blamed by many. Her brother Mahir thought her as a curse, and it hurts more. He pushed away Mishty. Because whenever he saw Mishty's face, he reminded the curse day when their father, mother, and brother die. But between all hates, Mishty has her another mother. Mira, who took all responsibilities of Mishty and became a mother overnight