──୨𝑨 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒑ৎ── ❝ 𝑾𝒆 𝒅𝒐 𝒋𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒃𝒚 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓... 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒆? ❞ 𝑨 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆, 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒚 ᯓ★

RATED M FOR LANGUAGE AND OTHER STUFF. Kuhu looked at the portrait hung on the wall, the smile on her face becoming increasingly strained with each passing moment. She shifted her attention to her brothers, hoping for some solace. They were all admiring the woman in the portrait who also happened to be THEIR mother. Only their mother. She turned to leave the living room, completely unnoticed. Her footsteps echoed in the empty alley, her heartbeat even louder. As she closed the door behind her, tears gushed to her eyes of their own accord. She didn't know why, she didn't know how...but her feet carried her to the most overlooked drawer of her closet. Inside a forgotten personal diary lay a crippled photograph. One that would never find it's way to the living room. One that was destined to always remain a photograph and never a portrait. Her mother. Only her mother. It was a gift from the most vile woman she had known in life. Her maasi. She had gifted her the picture nearly 5 years back. Not as her mother's remembrance but as a reminder of her legacy. She brought the photo close to her chest and whispered, "I love you, mumma." - "This is your legacy, Kian. Your destiny was carved long before your first breath. You were never meant to walk the same path as your brothers. Your purpose is far greater than theirs." the man said, his eyes gentle despite the sharpness in his words. Kian didn't flinch. "I will never become what my brothers chose not to be." he said stiffly, conviction brimming in his eyes. "Even at the cost of those same brothers' life?" the gentleness was gone. All he could see was a devilish, threatening glint. Kian's jaw clenched. "A pest like you can't even touch my brothers!" The man chuckled. "Pests are underrated, Kian. They move unseen, untamed, untraced and thus...they know much more than they must." "Whatever that means?" "That means..." the man stepped closer. "You know the Devil more than anyone else."

A person in his one eventful life goes through a lot of emotions and feels each of them with a different bond. Unconditional love for family, unwavering support with that one only friend who has been with him through thick and thin, painful heartbreak with a romantic partner, despise with things or people he can't stand, anger, irritation, fights, disputes, homely, and many others. Have you ever pondered if there is that one relationship, that one bond, where you get to experience all that is aforementioned and beyond? What if I say yes? Will you believe me? You should, though. I mean, how can you forget that unforgettable and unchangeable connection that you didn't choose to have yet now closest to you? you unmistakenly are protective and possessive over. The only link where annoyance won't make you abhor that one person or persons. One and only precious SIBLINGS. The siblings bond. The only relationship that, in actuality, is DEEPER than OCEAN. I am Viti Agarwal, representing you with the story of six extremely hot mafia brothers who will die and kill for each other. However, what happens when an addition occurs to their perfect family of six. Will they accept? or will they treat her just like one of them? Will they become expressive? or will they make her one of them? There are a lot of questions, and there is only one way to find the answers. Delving into the story. C'mon now, darlings, what are you all awaiting? Run to that plus mark below the book title and click on it to go to your library, so every time you know it is time to get some much-needed relief, everyone needs it. I need it. You need it. At some point, we all need a comforting story, and here is the soothing story to escape the harsh, exhausting reality of life. so be quick. i am going now. Let's meet again in the story. Encantada, Adios!!!