"I'm not your brother! Aap log samajhte kyun nhi ho!" Aditya spat, voice sharp, eyes blazing, "I never wanted this family, and I don't belong here! Mereko aap logo ke saath nhi rehna hai. I was better in the orphange." Vikrant's gaze cut through him like ice, every word measured and heavy with authority. "You belong whether you like it or not. Main phir se to nhi jaane doonga tujhe. No matter what." Advik stepped forward, placing himself between the two with a protective calm. "Bhaiya rehne do he is not going to understand our world right now. But there is no way he is going to escape. And I will make sure of that." Ishaan, leaning casually against the wall with a mischievous grin, shook his head. "Bhai, you can try to run all you want. But aapko bohot miss kiya hai hum sab ne itne saalon mein ab wapis to gayab nhi hone denge hum." Aditya's chest heaved in defiance as he thought about how he was caught between these Mafia's who were claiming to be his brothers. "Run if you want," Advik said finally, his voice low and deadly, "but in this family, no one escapes. Not even you." **"He spent years running from the only family he ever had... but some bonds can't be broken, no matter how far you go. Vikrant Malhotra built an empire from blood and control, Advik enforced it with iron fists, and Ishan watched over everyone with quiet warmth. Arjun thought he could escape them, the family he never asked for. But the Malhotras don't lose what's theirs. In a world of shadows, danger, and loyalty tested by fire, Arjun must decide: stay a lone storm... or embrace the family that refuses to let him go."**

"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.