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 smiling and talking, 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. One who surpassed even her bua ji. 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." ⁂

The illegitimate daughter of a powerful businessman, she was sent to live with her six half-brothers after her father's sudden death. The boys were born from privilege, pride, and perfectly manicured bloodlines. No one welcomed her. No one cared. Desperate for belonging, Maheer tried to earn their love. But the walls were too high, the silences too cold. Then, one night, something unthinkable happened-and Maheer disappeared without a trace. The world believed she was dead.

The story revolves arround the pain and sufferings of the brothers.... Armaan had denied the existence of Aransh.. WHY?? To know the reason you need to Peep in... This book is the continuation of Book SAAZISH.. so to understand this you need to read that book

Book 2 The youngest of the Roy siblings, Zaara has always lived in the warmth of her brother's protection, especially Viren, whose love is both her greatest strength and her most formidable barrier. Now, as she dares to chase her own dreams, she finds herself standing at a crossroads: What happens when the one person she loves, admires, and cannot bear to defy becomes the very obstacle she must overcome? Determined to carve her own path, Zaara embarks on a journey that will test her courage, resilience, and the bonds of family. Along the way, she encounters two brothers, each carrying scars from a fractured past, their lives woven with secrets and silent heartbreak. As their paths cross, will the two lost brothers learn that letting go is the greatest act of love? Join the journey of Sunehri Lehrein, as the Roy siblings, Viren, Veer, and Zaara, step beyond their self-made boundaries and learn to live as a family of four, with Ahana Viren Arora joining their lives as the 'saviour' she is meant to be. Chapter 5: "How long do we have?" Veer asked, rushing to the driver's seat, exhaustion from his night duty evident, but his sister's dream mattered more. "17 minutes," Zaara whispered, bracing herself for his glare. He'd bury her alive for sure. "How far is the place, Miss Punctual?" he sighed, sarcasm lacing his words. "9 kilometers," she replied, sneaking a side-eye from the front seat. The car's engine roared to life "Impossible, in this Pune traffic?" Veer muttered, glancing at the ticking clock-16 minutes, 30 seconds left "Possible," came a voice from outside. Ahana appeared by his window, urging him out. "Bhabhi, aap? It's too risky-" Veer started, but Ahana slid into the driver's seat, taking control. "Bhabhi, this is showing 14 kms!" Zaara exclaimed, fear rising. "Shh, sit back and relax," Ahana said, her voice calm-unlike her driving, which tore through the streets like a cheetah unleashed.

Three siblings, with a unique bond, bound by an unexpressive love. Zaara, cheerful youngest, longing for acknowledgement; Veer, the teasing confidant; and Viren, the stoic guardian. Their carefully constructed world is about to crack, because Zaara seeks attention and love. Get ready for a ride of unspoken emotions, laughter and heartbreaks! Chapter 4: "For me?" a two year old Zaara asked, her vocabulary still limited but growing daily. "For Zaara?" "Yes, pari," Viren confirmed, kneeling beside her. "All for you. This is your special place." Zaara clutched the unicorn to her chest, then spun in a wobbly circle, taking in every detail of her new domain. Her joy was palpable, radiating from her in waves that seemed to lighten the very air around them. "Pretty," she declared, pointing to the fairy lights twinkling above. "Stars!" "Yes, stars," Viren agreed, his throat tight with emotion. "Just for you." Chapter 15: A smug grin tugged at her lips. This was it. They were finally getting close to proving that Chachu wasn't the villain everyone thought. Just as she hit send, a shadow loomed over her. "Zaara." Her fingers froze mid-air. That voice. That tone. Dread crept up her spine like a slow, merciless tide. She turned, ever so carefully, phone slipping behind her back. Veer stood at the door, arms crossed, jaw set tight as steel. His eyes-God, his eyes. Cold, sharp, already drilling into her with silent accusation. He knew. Her mouth went dry. "Bhai?" "Phone." Zaara tried for her best clueless act. "K-kya phone?" Veer took a step forward, towering over her, his presence suffocating. "Jo tu chhupa rahi hai." His tone was too calm. The calm before a storm that was about to hit full force. Zaara swallowed. Think. Lie. Bluff. Run. None of those would work. She was doomed....

‶Get out of my sight before I do something I'll regret!″ the eldest shouted, his voice laced with fury. ‶I will. But I'm taking her with me,″ his younger brother replied, his expression unwavering. ‶Don't you dare come near her! She won't end up like you!″ the eldest retorted, his eyes ablaze with anger. Amidst their yelling match, a young girl sat under the table, her eyes overflowing with tears and head throbbing uncontrollably. Her family had always been an unconventional one, but that day marked its transition from unconventional to unhappy. ************************* Miles apart, a young boy looked at the star marred sky with twinkling eyes. As the shooting star made its appearance, he closed his eyes and prayed for the one thing he craved for the most. 'A happy family.' ‶What did you wish for?″ a manly voice interrupted him. ‶Death.″ .......................................................................................... #1 in India [09|06|25] #3 in India [25|03|25] #4 in India [26|03|25] #8 in India [10|06|25]