She always thought she knew her story, the lonely daughter, the only child, the one who never had a sibling to fight with or lean on, but destiny had other plans One unexpected day, a truth came crashing down on her, a truth powerful enough to shake her whole world She wasn't alone She had 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 Not one.....not two.....but 𝙨𝙞𝙭 of them Six strangers......bound to her by blood On the other side, those six brothers had lived their whole lives without knowing a sister even existed and now, when their worlds collide, everything changes hearts, identities and the meaning of family Will they welcome her with open arms? Or will the truth turn into a storm none of them are ready to face.

"Kuch rishte naseeb likhta hai... aur kuch hum khud." (Some bonds are written by fate... and some, we write ourselves.) Blood may write the first chapter of our lives... but love decides how the story continues. This isn't a story of perfect people. It's a story of the broken - the ones who learned to hide their wounds under silence, who carried scars like second skin, who stopped believing they were meant to be loved. She was one of them. Kartiki - a girl who had already lived through storms that would drown most grown men. She came carrying no luggage, except for a heart that was too pure for the cruelty it had known. And maybe... a secret hope that somewhere, someone would choose her. Not out of duty. Not out of pity. But simply because they wanted her in their life. They were the Rajputs - a family built on discipline, power, and unspoken grief. Four brothers and a father, each with their own shadows. They had lost their mother years ago, and with her, they lost the softness in their home. The walls of their mansion were strong. The walls around their hearts were stronger. No one expected her to change anything. No one expected them to change either. But sometimes, the people who share no blood can feel like the closest thing to home. And sometimes, love arrives dressed as chaos - as arguments, as accidental smiles, as someone scolding you for skipping a meal, as a hand quietly holding yours in the dark after a nightmare. This is not just her story. This is theirs too. A tale of a girl who healed a family, and a family that healed her back. Of bonds formed not by birth, but by choice. Of love that doesn't ask, "Are you mine?" but instead promises, "I am yours." Because family isn't who shares your blood... it's who shares your pain, your laughter, and the quiet moments in between - and stays anyway.

it's my first story soo pls don't mind if there are some mistakes because English is not my first language I'll give a description and character asthetic later in chapters

In a quiet, misty district of Himachal Pradesh, in a small orphanage called Sparsh Ashram, lived a fragile, gentle girl named Ishara. Her eyes held a quiet innocence, untouched by the harshness of the world, yet shadowed with a deep, unspoken sorrow. When she was only four, her stepfather-the one who had once called her his life-had left her. He discovered she was the product of her mother's betrayal, and in his heartbreak, he turned away. Since then, Ishara had grown up in the soft, lonely halls of the orphanage, her heart tender, her spirit delicate, carrying a pain that even time could not erase. At fifteen, she was still small, almost like a fragile bird in a vast, unkind sky-beautiful, innocent, and quietly brave. .................................................................................................... ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

"We want you home Sorella" Mason said to me. "I couldn't give two shits what you want." I said back. He looked pissed. I could feel someone coming towards me with a needle aimed at my neck. Elijah and Everly are two identical twin girls. Elijah was suppose to be a boy, but kept the name nether the less. They look the exact same, except for the eyes. Eli has her Fathers, whereas Everly has her Mothers. Their parents loved the twins, Well Everly. Her mum and step-dad hated Elijah with a passion. Whereas Everly was treated like a princess, Elijah was treated like something on the back of their shoe. Until one day, they both got called into the office to find out they both died in a car crash. Everly cried as Elijah sat stone-faced. They also find out that they have five older brothers. Five Controlling and annoying older brothers with a huge secret of their own. Not forgetting that Eli refuses to become part of their life. Everly is enough for them in her eyes. Will Elijah survive on her own? Or will her brothers drag her home? And will she stay? Badass- #1 Twins - #1 Running - #1 Mafiaprincess - #1 Brothers - #1 Brother - #1 Father-daughter - #1 Family - #4 out of 246k stories

When fierce, guarded Sitara and her hopeful younger soul sister Mahima leave their Shimla orphanage for a prestigious Mumbai school, they expect a fresh start. But fate has other plans. From bullies and buried secrets to unexpected allies and painful family ties, Sitara must navigate a world that once abandoned her-and now refuses to let her forget. Can she protect Mahima, confront the siblings who turned their backs, and find her own place in a world built to keep her out? A powerful tale of resilience, betrayal, and the unbreakable bond of sisterhood. credit This beautiful cover was created by @livelyminnie Ranking 5th #family(2/8/2025) 1st #stepsister(3/8/2025)

Story about a lost princess, a lost sister who went missing when she was six. Coming back from a wedding function with her parents. Enjoying a car riding with lots of teasing and laughing. But her laugh turned into cries when a over speed truck hit their car. In just seconds her life changed, she lost both of her parents. The car roll down the road into a jungle with her parents body leaving her unconscious body by roadside. And being saved by someone , only to be thrown in an orphanage. Will she ever be able to meet her brothers and rest of the family? If yes, then will she tell her brothers what she went through her life without them? ------------------------------------------------- 𝘼𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙝𝙮𝙖, 20 years old soon will be 21. 𝘼𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙝𝙮𝙖 is fire wrapped in silence-elegant, fierce, and unshakably grounded. She doesn't just walk into a room; she owns its energy. Her mind is sharp, her words thoughtful. She speaks when it matters, and when she does, her voice carries wisdom beyond her years. She's the kind of girl who reads philosophies at dawn and stands her ground by dusk. "I don't raise my voice," she says softly. "I raise my worth ". Rooted deeply in her Rajasthani heritage, she carries her culture like a crown-proud of her language, traditions, and values. She wears her lehenga with the same confidence she carries in her jeans. The sound of ghungroos and the rhythm of folk songs are stitched into her soul. She's not here to impress. She's here to inspire-with her intellect, her identity, and her unapologetic strength. 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚝.

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a pure developing bond between brother and sister

This is the story of a girl who was snatched away from her family before she ever felt their warmth. She faced life's battles alone from a very young age, carrying emotional turmoil far beyond her years. But what happens when she finally experiences the love and warmth of a family? How does life change when she begins to feel like she belongs? Join the journey of Iyra Rathore-a tale of pain, resilience, and the healing power of love.